All language subtitles for Berlin Station S02 E01 Eng Sub

[dramatic music]

♪

- Thank you.

♪

- It's right here.

- Nice place.

[sighs] What's your
cover identity?

- Okay, it's Trevor Price.
Ex-military,

Company A, Third Battalion,
12th Infantry Regiment.

Dishonorably discharged in 2012.

- And what did Trevor do
to deserve that?

- Well, while serving
my third tour in Iraq,

I fired high-explosive
incendiary rounds

at a group of civilians.

Why go to war
if you're not allowed

to engage with the enemy?

My superior officer
saw it differently.

But then, he always was
a fuckin' pansy.

Ester, he's naked.

- Yeah, they all were.

- You don't think that might
look a little weird?

He'll have to wear
something of mine.

Somewhere.

- No time to decorate?

- I'm new in town.

- Yeah, like Daniel
was new in town last winter.

My secret mission
to find Thomas Shaw.

- Does he need underpants?

No.

- When do you ever
allow yourself

to just be Daniel Miller?

- Best cover identity ever.

Just like Ester Krug, right?

- Huh. Yeah, how
very German existential of you.

- I was raised here, remember?

- Yeah, and you seem intent
on dying here.

Your last mission ended
with a bullet in your back.

And now four months later,

you're going deep cover
with neo-Nazis.

- I was just gaming
for a summer haircut.

What can I say?

- You didn't complete
your physical therapy. Why?

- Oh, someone's been
keeping tabs on me.

- Tell me something, hm?
Anything.

Or are you scared?

- You know, when I was a kid,

if I broke the rules,
my dad would beat me.

But it kinda numbed the pain.

So I kept breaking the rules
to get the beating.

So no, I'm not scared.

- I don't know what's sadder,

the abuse or little Daniel

forcing himself
to break the rules.

You realize you never
had me over at your place

Heh, and now I'm at Trevor's
his first night in town.

- Well, Daniel is far more
hospitable than Trevor.

- I hope so.
- Let me get him dressed.

Okay.

- You sure you wanna do this?

- They helped me out
and I'm indebted to them.

That's the plan, right?
- Yeah.

- Got it.

[intense music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[heavy metal music playing]

♪

- Bourbon, whiskey, whatever.

- American.
- Got a problem with that?

Look, I got a situation

and I was told this was
a friendly place.

- What sort of a situation?
- Something in need disposed of.

- [speaking German]

- How long have you lived here?
- Just got into town this week.

- [laughs] Holy shit.

Who is he?

- He's nobody worth
worrying about.

You gonna help me out or not?

- What were you two doing here?

- We shook on a deal
for two handguns.

He was buying,
I was selling.

He tried to short change me
like these fuckers always do.

Somewhere along the way,
I lost my shit.

- Do you expect us
to clean this up?

- I can't go down for this.

- Okay, look, I have this,

but I don't have
a fucking car.

- For a friend to the cause,

we'll help.

♪

- Feet first.

- [grunts]

- You wanna say any final words
to your friend, here?

- Yeah.

I hope he rots in hell
with the rest of his kind.

- [laughs]

- Whoo!

- [laughs]

- Yeah?

- Might relax you.

- [laughs]

- [inhales, exhales]

[David Bowie's
"I'm Afraid of Americans"]

♪

- ♪ Na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪

♪ Johnny's in America,
Lo Teks at the wheel ♪

♪

♪ Na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪

♪ I'm afraid of Americans

♪ I'm afraid of the world

♪ I'm afraid I can't help it

♪ I'm afraid I can't

♪

♪ I'm afraid of Americans

♪ I'm afraid of the world

♪ I'm afraid I can't help it

♪ I'm afraid I can't

♪

♪ I'm afraid of Americans

[cheers and applause]

- Wake up, Germany, indeed.

Especially when we have
reason to believe

that behind
her public dissociation

with extremist
elements in her party,

Katarina Gerhardt is seeking
to up the ante

on the spike in far right hate
crimes across Europe.

Forget attacks on refugees
and Jewish cemeteries.

Forget skinheads with nothing
better to do

than spray-paint a swastika
on the doors of a local mosque.

[cheers and applause]

[crows chanting]
Gerhardt! Gerhardt! Gerhardt!

[cheers and applause]

- One person you won't
be seeing on the news

is neo-Nazi bad boy Otto Ganz,

whose many ties
with right wing hate groups

have had him on the German
watch list since the beginning

of the refugee crisis.

Intel suggests that
Gerhardt and Ganz

are in league to swing the
election by violent means

to a substantial PFD victory.

[cheers and applause]

- There's one other thing
I'd like to say.

I am aware that
this silly nickname

of The Station Whisperer
precedes me,

as do questions about why
I don't have an assistant.

Is the paranoid?
Is she a control freak?

I will leave those and other
conclusions to you,

but I have worked in many
stations over the years

and I like to think
I can read the signs,

identify strengths, weaknesses.

And what I've seen
since I got here

is a station in need of a win.

So let's go get one.

- Why didn't you tell them about
Daniel going under deep cover?

- So they don't sit back
and wait for him to get it done.

Any word?
- Uh, yeah.

He's in with the daughter.

Where are we headed?

- We've been summoned
by the Ambassador.

- What? Fuck.

I was doing such a good job
avoiding him

before you got here.
- Just play nice

and let me do the talking.
- Play nice?

Getting called to
the principal's office

by the fucking school janitor?

State Department wants to
lord it over the CIA,

get all up in our business.

Another hallowed protocol
eats shit

in the new world
disorder of 2017.

- You know, it really wouldn't
hurt you to play down

your reputation as a hot head.

- Oh.

Anything else
from my personnel file

you'd like to advise me on?
- Yes, but now's not the time.

- Sorry, that wasn't
orientation,

that was Chinese water torture.
- Welcome, April.

Just get settled.
But before you do,

please meet your Deputy,
Robert Kirsch.

- Pleasure to meet you, sir.
- Sir?

- Yeah, I had to wean her
off ma'am.

- Well, I've been called worse.
Welcome to Berlin, April.

- Top of her class at the Farm,
first time in the field,

I picked her myself.
- Well, yeah,

we'll grind her down
soon enough.

Where were we?
Right, Ambassador Hanes.

You just watch; he's gonna want

backstage passes to every single
thing we're doing.

[knocking]
- Mr. Ambassador, your 9:00.

- BB, welcome.
- Mr. Ambassador.

- Please, Richard.
- Thank you.

- Have a seat.
- Robert Kirsch, Deputy Chief.

We met at the reception.

- Right.

So how's month one?
You look at home already.

- Yeah, settling in.
How about you?

You haven't been at it
all that much longer.

- Yeah, you have to see
what the Berlin rage

is all about.
- Nightclubs and currywurst.

Don't get your hopes up.

- So to what do we owe
this pleasure?

- Traditionally speaking,
your domain and mine

are two separate worlds
under the same roof.

But let's face it,

we don't live
in traditional times.

- I think you're referring more
to protocol than tradition.

Just wondering

what the brass tacks are
here, Mr. Ambassador.

- Brass tacks.

- Mm-hmm.
- Be careful, Bob.

I need to read all your comms
going forward,

including operational cables.

- Excuse me?
- Meaning exactly what, Richard?

Maybe some context would help.

- Recruitments, developments,
technical surveillance.

This is a very sensitive time
with the upcoming election.

- Yes, that's it.
You want us to stay out

of the way of Katerina Gerhardt
and the PFD's chances

to win big
in Parliament.

That's it, isn't it?
Why don't you just

come out and say it?

- The Germans can vote left,
right, or center for all I care.

We're talking about
my authority

as the emissary
of the President.

I need to read
all of your ops traffic. Period.

- Your wish is our command.

- Thank you, BB.

Your Lieutenant here might want
to take a note or two.

- Yeah.

- Is there anything in play
at the moment

I should know about?

- Not at this time.

- Chancellor's office
on line three.

- Ah. I'll look forward to
a full summary on my desk

this time tomorrow.
- Sure.

- This is fucking funny
to you.

- It is.

A woman and a man step into an
office to see a second man.

Both men are so busy
holding their dicks,

neither man realizes the woman
just blue-balled the first man

while giving the second man
an air job.

- You were fucking with him.

- Yes and no. Mostly yes.

I mean, we'll have to
play ball to a certain extent,

but all emails and ops comm,
I don't think so.

Just enough to keep him hard.

Well, I'm trying
to speak your language.

How am I doing?
- Uh, fan-fucking-tastic.

I'm sure he'll be thrilled
to know that we have Daniel

in deep cover
with his local fan base.

- Not even Langley
knows that yet.

- What?
You haven't filed the cable?

- I'm hearing that some at
headquarters have caved

to the same interference
from the White House.

So I thought I'd wait to see

what this inevitable little
chat was about first.

- Okay, I assumed "Station
Whisperer" meant company man--

woman.

You're telling me this
is all off the books?

- It seems to me that
Berlin Station had its fill

of the company stranglehold
before I got here.

- So...

give the team a win
by putting them in charge

instead of the management.

- Very good, Robert.

Are you in?
- I'm in it to win it.

You're on, BB Yates.

Hey, what's the BB stand for,
by the way?

- For me to know
and you not to find out.

- That sounds like a challenge.

- [laughs] Bring it, Bobby boy.

[brooding music]

♪

- [groans]

[heavy metal music,
indistinct chatter]

♪

[exhales]

[grunts]

♪

- Going somewhere?

- My apartment.
I need to get home.

- Ah, the police
showed up there,

the early hours.

Someone must have called them.

Good thing you got rid
of that body when you did.

- I guess so.
- I wouldn't risk

going back there
for a while.

You can hang out here.
You're safe.

- Where's my phone. My wallet?

- They'll show up eventually.

You were pretty out of it
last night.

[laughs]

- What about the girl?
Lena?

- It's Mr. Ganz's house.
What's his is hers.

She'll be back later today.

Sit down, relax.
You're amongst friends.

- Sorry I'm late.

It's a cardinal sin here, no?

- Oh, well, all Germans
are punctual.

The same way all Americans
are obese.

- [laughs]
Well, at least you suffer

the more flattering stereotype.

- Where do things stand
with Daniel?

- Daniel is in
with Ganz's daughter.

That's all we know.

- Good. Step one.

- Meanwhile, Katerina Gerhardt
is making quite the dent.

Two point bump in the polls
after this morning's speech.

- We need a camera
in her home.

But my hands are tied with PFD
sympathizers in my ranks.

- Ah.

That's why you brought me here?

- Yes.

- But you never asked.

- Exactly.

So?

- Who says there are
no friends in espionage?

- Oh, well, personally,

I've never known
of such a friendship

to disprove the cliché.

- I find myself in much
the same boat these days,

having to watch my back.

What do you say
we have each other's?

- Okay.

- [laughs]
- Well, well.

Is that Steven Frost or his
better dressed doppelganger?

- No, no, no, no.
Don't say that.

That's bad luck here,
doppelganger.

- Good to see you.
- Richard, wow.

- How've you been?
- Richard, I'm good!

How are you?
- Look at you.

- Yep.

- When I heard you went
the consulting route,

I thought a shriveled,
miserable sellout

would walk through that door.
- I'll take it as a compliment.

- Yeah, well now
I'm getting the pictured.

Plush, corporate apartment,

corporate car,
large expense account,

All that in exchange
for your golden Rolodex.

- Something like that.
Enough about me.

Hey, congrats
on the ambassadorship.

Prost.
- Cheers.

- Ah. I met
your successor today.

BB Yates and that sparkplug
second in charge.

What's his name?
- Robert. Yeah, he's passionate.

- Yeah.

Well, other adjectives
do come to mind.

- I've been there.
[laughs]

- Do you, uh,
think they have what it takes?

- Takes to what?
Get the job done?

I don't know.
I can't speak for BB Yates.

But you won't find a better
Deputy Chief.

- Well, it's a different job
these days, Steven.

A different mandate.

- Presidents come and go,
Richard.

Intelligence is intelligence.

- Yeah, but we were fools
playing world cop

beyond our means
for so many years.

Look where that got you.

Hung out to dry by Langley
in the end.

Don't tell me it wasn't time
for a change.

- Okay, sure, yeah.
But you don't bring in a bull

to rearrange the china shop.

- Fair enough.

I'm only looking
to bring you in

to change how we do things here

in Berlin.

- I don't know, is there
a drift in the air?

'Cause I'm not catching it.

- There's talk of having our own
little intelligence outfit,

sourced by the State Department.

Small, efficient,
next to no overhead.

A perfect fit
for an old pro like you

who doesn't need
a corporate nanny 24/7.

You keep your job,
the perks

and keep serving your country
on the side.

Think of it like
an adjunct to Berlin Station,

picking up slack
where they fall short.

Don't answer now.

Just...

think about it.

How's Kelly?

- Kelly's great.

She's back and forth
to Provence.

- Ah. The good life.
- Mm-hmm.

- Except you miss the one
you left behind, right?

Think on it.

[indistinct TV chatter]

- Still here?

I was under the impression
I couldn't leave.

- I didn't stop him.

- I think it's safer
for everybody if you stay

for a while.

We're only looking out for you.

- Am I supposed to thank you?

- You're coming down.
You need food, nourishment.

[Arabic music playing]

♪

Oops.

[tense music]

♪

- Hello!

[laughs]

- [gasps]

- Hey, come on!

[both yelling, hooting]

[alarm blaring]

♪

- Come on!

[grunting]

- Sure! [laughs]
- Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

both: Whoo-hoo!

- Next step, a camera inside
the Gerhardt family home.

There's a right wing faction
inside the BfV,

so Esther Krug has asked
for our help.

- We're sending in
an entry team.

- We have a rookie who's eager

to gain experience in the field
and an experienced agent

with a lot of wisdom to impart.

- Well I--I actually have

a fairly heavy caseload
on my desk at the moment, so--

- As in all moments, I am sure.

I'm a big believer
in the upper ranks

getting their elbows dirty,
so be warned.

- Duly.
- The Ambassador

will have access
to select operations,

but word of this one
is not to leave this room.

And Langley also is not
in the know for now.

- What are you telling them?
- ISIS sleeper cell

seeking weapons
for unknown attack.

Trade the brown skin for white,

many of the operational elements
are the same.

- That sounds risky.
- The whole thing is risky.

But I've given too many years
of my life to this institution

to be told, "Back off, stay out,
don't go there,

everything's gonna
be alt-right."

- Prost.

[heavy metal playing]

[grunts]
- Ahh.

So your friend from last night,

the one we took for a swim,

you were selling him weapons.

- I told you, it was a favor
for a contact,

fucker burned me,
now I can't even get back

into my own apartment.
- So what if that refugee

took those guns, walked into
a crowded restaurant

full of German families and
randomly started

shooting the place up?

All in the name
of some fucking god or other.

How would you feel about that?

- I don't wanna get into
the middle of anyone's politics.

- You are in the middle.

Whether you like it or not,
if you arm the enemy,

you're involved.

- Okay, I wouldn't normally
do business with his kind

but I don't have much
of a client base yet in Berlin.

If I could sell
to the good guys,

so much the better, but--

- Okay.

- What?

- Maybe we can help
each other out.

- I can get you
whatever you want

- Hm.

- But I'm gonna need
my phone back first.

And my wallet.

- [sighs]

Okay.

We gotta be careful
about who we trust.

Trevor.
- I feel the same way myself.

- [whispering in German]

- Excuse me for a second.

[dramatic tone]

♪

- I'm just gonna go
to the restroom.

[heavy metal music playing]

♪

[phone line trilling]

Hey, it's me.

- He needs weapons.

Assault rifles, a pair of 'em.

His and hers.

- So Daniel got
a message to you.

- Mm-hmm.

Late last night,
through the IR link.

He's established contact
with Lena Ganz,

Otto's daughter.

His Trevor Price ID
obviously helped.

He figures, if he can
prove himself to her,

he'll get an introduction
to the father.

- So you want us to provide
assault rifles

and live ammunition to members
of the far right.

- English may be
your second language,

but you sure as shit nailed
that patronizing tone.

- I take it as a compliment,
Robert.

- This is clearly a test.

- Hand guns, yes.
Assault rifles?

Not a chance.

You'll find another way.

So did you have any success
at the Gerhardt residence?

- Yeah, we have a couple
of case officers

set up at
an observation point there

and they will find a way in.

- You mean, uh, Valerie Edwards
and the new girl.

What's her name?

April Lewis?

- Hm.

So you're watching us
watching them watching you.

- Yeah. You know, I can't do
anything until I know

who Gerhardt is talking to
inside the BfV.

I need that camera in place
yesterday.

- Well, there she is.
The savior of Germany herself.

Okay.

That's quite a system
you got going there.

- I'm keeping a record of
everyone who comes and goes.

That way, we can find
the best time to get in.

- Well, first we're gonna have
a problem with the house alarm.

- Oh. We can set and disable it
through the manufacturer's app.

Esther Krug got us
the access code.

Our problem will be
the live-in manny.

- Male child care, huh?

Very progressive.

- Manny Poppins drops the
children at kindergarten

at 8:00 a.m.,
then mostly sits at the house

until pickup at 3:00.

Tough gig.
- You know, I have

never understood why women
have children

then just pay somebody else
to raise them.

- You don't have any
of your own?

- No.

This job isn't exactly
conducive to families.

- Have you read
Mrs. Gerhardt's file?

Married at 29,
first kid at 36,

three months maternity leave.

Then she's back in the game.

She really has played
the perfect hand.

- You do know why
we're doing this, right?

- She wants to
engage in terrorism

to swing the election
in her favor.

It doesn't discount
her achievements

for a woman of a particular age.

- [scoffs]

- Problem is,
Esther's a chicken shit.

- Flip it.

How would we feel
if the BfV

breezed into Tennessee

and put assault rifles into
the hands of the KKK?

- Hm. Okay, so how is Daniel
supposed to convince Ganz

he can provide him with weapons
if we're too scared

to put them in his hands?

- Are you forgetting
something?

Langley doesn't know
what we're doing.

We're off the books on this.

- Lucky for us, I have a guy.

He works at the armory
at Rhein-Main.

He can get a pair of rifles
up to us by tonight.

- We're not putting
weapons on the street

without a guaranteed
retrieval plan in place.

- So we'll put trackers on them.

Weapons move,
we follow the weapons.

What's the big deal?
Either we commit to this

all the way or why the hell
are we even bothering?

What?

- You can be very convincing
when you wanna be.

[tense tone]

♪

- How long are we gonna wait?

- They'll be here.
- Mm.

- Your father's got
quite a reputation in Berlin.

- [chuckles] Oh, he's not
the monster they say he is.

The liberals.
They like to paint him that way

to demonize him.

But I know the real man.

- How much do you know
about Otto Ganz?

- Everything that was
in the file.

- There's more.

- My father was an orphan.

He moved from one institution
to the next.

You know, the state
cared for him.

- From the age of 20,
he was an employee

of the Ministry
for State Security.

The Stasi.

They used him as a guard
at the Hohenschonhausen Prison.

They selected
those boys carefully.

- He said he didn't know
what family was

until he started to work.

The feeling
that you're protected,

you're part of something.

- When the wall fell,
the prisons were stormed.

They had only a few hours
to destroy the evidence.

They burned the files,
they dismantled the equipment,

bleached blood
from the floors and the walls.

- He said there was no warning,
no time to prepare.

He was scared.

He said he felt like
a little boy again.

Alone, abandoned.

- When the order came through
to exterminate the prisoners,

some officers refused,
packed up and left.

But not young Otto Ganz.

He saw his orders through
to the bloody end.

- If you're loyal to him,

you can be his family.

- You love him very much,
don't you?

- He's all I have left.

Is this your man?

- Don't look at him.
Pop the trunk.

- Is that it?

- Let's go play
with our new toys.

Let's see what we got in here.

M4. Retractable stock.

Perfect for confined spaces.

- Oh, it's lighter than
I thought it would be.

- Yeah, the ammo weighs it down.

Jungle mag, 30 rounds each.

Okay, face forward,
right foot back

and bring the stock
into your shoulder like this.

- Like this.
- Nice, you're a natural.

- What do I hit?
- Eye of the tiger.

- [laughs] Okay.

- Nice.

- Showing off.

- You wanna have some real fun?

- Sure.

- Empty the mag
until you're out.

One, two, three.

- [laughs]
- You want one?

- Maybe. Maybe not. [laughs]

[sighs]

How do you know so much
about this stuff?

- It was my job to know.

I was trained to use them,
but every day

somebody would find
a reason not to.

- So you disobeyed orders
and just opened fire

on some Iraqis.

- We were at war;
they were the enemy.

- Listen, I have
a confession to make.

I don't have any money.

- [sighs] No.

No freebies.
My man has to get paid.

- I just need to know that you
are who you say you are.

That you can help us
in the future.

- And what does that mean?

- You know what
we're up against.

We're preparing for war.
We can use you.

- War against who?

- You should meet my father.

When he explains it to you,
I'm sure you'll wanna join us.

Get in.

♪

- All right, it's now or never.

[motorcycle speeds off]

Earphones in.

Stay in contact, yeah.

♪

Do you have a way in?

- The back doors are vulnerable.

♪

I just have to find
the sweet spot.

- It's okay, you've got time.

Don't be nervous.
- Telling me not to be nervous

is making me nervous.

Got it.

[tense music]

♪

I'm headed upstairs.
- Okay.

♪

- I found the study.

- April, we have a problem.

Get out of there now.

- I need two minutes.

We'll never get a better chance.

♪

- [speaking German]

- April!

April!

- [speaking German]

Yeah, fine.
[speaks German]

♪

- April!

- [speaking German]
- [whistles]

Come on, sweetheart. April!

[buzzing]

- April?

- Have you lost your dog?

- Um, no, my cat, actually.

Um, I promised my daughter I'd
search the neighborhood and--

- Then you live nearby.

- Well, my five-block radius
has expanded

into a ten-block radius,

so I guess pretty soon
I'll end up in Potsdam.

- Um, I'm just dropping off
some papers,

but I can come back
and help you look.

- That's very kind of you.

But I--I would rather
not take up your time.

- A cat is missing.
We must notify the police,

launch helicopters,
drain the canal.

[laughs]

I'll keep my eyes open.
I promise.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

♪

- April?

Who is he?

- Black sedan with
that license plate belongs to

Josef Emmerich.

Mrs. Gerhardt's
political advisor.

Anything happens to her,
he takes over.

- Trevor.

♪

- Testing, testing. One, two.

- Danke.
- Thanks.

♪

- Hey.

You look like you could
use a drink.

- That an invitation?
- I don't know.

Does the new COS deign to
throw one back with her Deputy?

- Of course she does.

Still playing catch-up, though.
Rain check?

- Fair enough. Yeah.

Um, good news

from the Gerhardt residence.

The camera is in.

- So we're officially
up and running.

- Yeah, I'd say that.

Except for the official part.

But...

are you good with all of this?
The rogue factor?

- Not entirely. You?

- That by half but...

here's hoping.

I guess.

- I had drinks
with your new Ambassador.

At his invitation.
- Hanes?

- Mm-hmm.
- Guy's a major fuckin' jackass.

- Yeah, well, don't
underestimate him, Robert.

'Cause he's very
well connected back home.

- What'd he wanna
have drinks with you for?

- He wanted to offer me a job.

- Doing what?
- Uhh, spying.

It seems that he has
money in the budget

to set up a small team.

Not to step on the CIA's toes,

just to complement you
in your efforts.

- Oh, I get it.
- You get what?

- The guy's--come on,
the guy's using you

to make a veiled threat
to me and BB.

- I didn't read it that way.
- Oh, come on!

Spying on the spies?

Please.
Gimme a fuckin' break.

He knew the first thing you'd do
is come to me.

Just trying to
get under my skin.

So you told him
to go fuck himself, right?

- I did, yes,
with a pointy stick.

What are you doing
about this election?

- I'm--I'm rooting
for the Green Party.

You know, their policies
don't count for shit

but they're promising
to plant more trees

and I love trees.

- Mm. Don't tell me that.

- Come on, I can't talk
about ongoing ops.

You know that.

- But there are some.

- Hey, buddy.
I'm here to see Mr. Ganz.

He's expecting me.

- Rule is, you leave
your phone on the bar.

Ah.

Just a second.

This shit right here,
it's going to get you killed.

- Who are you?

- Esther Krug asked me
to keep an eye on you.

Don't underestimate.

- Mr. Price.

My daughter has
been telling me all about you.

- It's an honor to meet you,
Mr. Ganz.

- I told him about the rifles.

Trevor knows those things
inside out.

I have a guy who can
source weapons.

Whatever you want.

- You have a guy.
- Mm.

- All right.
Who do you work for?

- I work for myself.

I have contacts who can
get me what I ask

but if you wanna do business,
it's me you need to talk to.

- I'll ask you one more time,
who do you work for?

- I don't know what
you've heard, Mr. Ganz,

but I do not work for anybody.

- Good-bye, Mr. Price.
- Wait.

Lena said that you might--
- Lena was wrong.

Have a drink at the bar
on your way out.

On me.

- It's not you.

My father has trust issues
at the moment.

He's been let down
badly before.

- If he just tells me
what he wants

then maybe I can help him.

- When he says no, he means no.
I'm sorry.

- Did you find your cat,
Ms. Edwards?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm such a fool.

You know what I did
after our conversation?

I walked up and down the street
for half an hour,

calling out for April.

I thought, if I find the cat,
I find an identity tag

and then maybe I get
the telephone number

of a beautiful woman.

Until, eventually,
I asked myself,

why is an American woman
outside the house

of Katerina Gerhardt
two weeks before the election?

- I think you should leave.

- This is who I am.

- Is this your usual technique
for picking up women,

Mr. Emmerich,

stalking them
to their doorstep?

- To be honest,
I'm a little out of practice.

In case you change your mind.

[tense music]

♪

- Hey, Trevor,
what are you doing?

- Okay, okay, you're right.

I do work with somebody.

- You were saying?
- He prefers

to remain anonymous.

But you're right,
he runs this game.

I represent him.

- I want to meet him.

- He doesn't work like that.

- If he can provide what I need,

the order will be
in the region of 750,000 Euro.

What's your commission on that?

- I'll make the call.
Set it up.

- No, you will take me
to him right now

or there's no deal.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [speaking German]

- I need you to listen to me
very carefully.

12 years ago in Chechnya,
you created the identity

of a gun runner called
Andrew Chevalier.

I need you to wake him up
right now.

- How did you find me?
- We'll get to that later.

The people behind me
will kill us

if you don't play along.

My name is Trevor Price

Look pleased to see me.

Maybe even go as far as hug me.

Just don't fuck this up.

- If they don't kill you,
I will.

♪