All language subtitles for Berlin Station S02 E02 Eng Sub

Previously on Berlin Station...

- What's your cover identity?
- Trevor Price,

ex-military.
- Your last mission ended

with a bullet in your back,
and now four months later,

you're going deep-cover
with neo-Nazis.

[cheers and applause]

- [speaking German]

[cheers and applause]

- Deutschland.
crowd: [speaking German]

- Deutschland!
crowd: [speaking German]

- "Wake up, Germany" indeed.

Katerina Gerhardt
is looking to up the ante

on the spike
in far-right hate crimes

across Europe.
- We need a camera in her home.

- Ester Krug has asked
for our help,

and Langley also is not
in the know for now.

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

- Neo-Nazi bad boy Otto Ganz,
whose many ties

with right-wing hate groups

have had him
on the German's 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.

- Where do things stand
with Daniel?

- He's established
contact with Lena Ganz.

- I can get you
whatever you want.

- He needs weapons.
- You want us to provide

assault rifles
and live ammunition

to members of the far right.

[gunfire, glass shattering]

- You should meet my father.

[tense music]

♪

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

- Who are you?
- Ester Krug asked me

to keep an eye on you.
- It's an honor

to meet you, Mr. Ganz.

I do work with somebody.
He runs this game.

I represent him.
- You will take me to him

right now.

[dramatic tones]

[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

[tranquil string music]

♪

[knocking at door]

[suspenseful, pulsing music]

[knocking]

♪

[louder knocking]

- What the fuck
are you doing here?

- I need you to listen to me
very carefully.

12 years ago in Chechnya,
you created the identity

of a gunrunner 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.

Welcome.
- I apologize for the intrusion,

Mr...
- Chevalier.

You can call me Andrew.
Please, come in.

- Otto Ganz.

My daughter, Lena.
- Lena.

- And our associate, Armando.
- Armando.

- Nice to meet you.

- You're a long way
from Deutschland.

- Mr. Ganz wanted to meet
with you personally.

He has a proposition for you.

- Mi casa es su casa.

You wanna get these guys
a drink?

There's some beers
in the guesthouse.

A moment, please.
I, uh...

[tense music]

- [scoffs]

♪

What the fuck
are you doing here?

- A week ago, we got
into the middle of chatter

that this neo-Nazi, Ganz,
was looking to buy explosives.

Things went south,
and now we've got nothing solid

connecting Ganz to the deal.

- You seem to be operating
under the assumption

that I give a shit.
- We think he's planning

an attack to swing the election.

All we need is for him
to place an order.

That's where you come into it.
- Wrong.

I don't feature in
this fucking shit-show at all.

In case you forget, I retired.
- You owe me, Hector,

and I'm calling it in.
- Owe you?

Fucking owe you?

[door slams shut]

Why Chevalier?
- Because the CIA built

an entire history for you.
- That was over ten years ago,

Daniel.
I don't even remember

the backstory.
- Well, jog your memory,

because that is
a very dangerous man out there,

and if he thinks for one second

that he's being played,

we're all dead.

[tense, building music]

♪

[phone line trilling]

- This is fucking suicidal.
- Just play the part,

be your usual charming self,
back up everything I say.

We'll be out of your hair
in an hour.

- All right, all right,
all right.

All right.

- So, this is what
retirement looks like.

I'm impressed.
- Yeah, well,

I had a little something
put by for a rainy day.

- Are you happy?
- Up until 20 minutes ago,

Daniel, I was fucking ecstatic.

- I'll get those beers.
From here on out, it's Trevor.

- Trevor.

Jesus.

- Who is he?
- Relax, it's gonna be fine.

- Yeah?
Otto's already running

a background check on him.
- The cover will hold.

We're good.
- We better be,

because if Otto gives me
the order

to kill you and Blondie
back there,

I won't hesitate.
- You just do your job

and leave everything else to me.

♪

- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, okay.

♪

- Cerveza?

- It's a beautiful home
you have, Mr. Chevalier.

- Thank you.

Pace of life here suits me.
It's quiet...

usually.
- Have you spent any time

in Berlin?
- Passing through, mostly.

Not my favorite European city.

I find the architecture
a little cold, you know?

♪

- ¿Te ve a luego?
- Te amo.

- Ciao, cariño.

- Your wife?
- I've asked her several times.

She always turns me down.

- Yeah, her kind don't know
what's good for them.

- "Her kind"?
- Andrew, have a beer.

- You're forgetting
I don't drink, Trevor.

[tense music]

- I'm curious.

How did the two of you
become business partners?

- It was Grozny, right?

When was that, 2007?

- Yeah, about that.

- Yeah, I was between tours
in Iraq

and couldn't stomach the thought
of going straight home,

so I hitched a flight
into Chechnya.

How long had you been there
already, a year?

- Yeah, if you say so.

- Why don't you tell him
the story about the priest?

- I don't think Mr. Ganz wants
to hear that, Trevor.

- I wouldn't mind hearing it.

- Okay, so, Andrew set up a deal
with some guy

who's traveling into Grozny
on the false papers

of a Catholic priest, right?

And he goes to a restaurant--
- It was a hotel.

It's a fucking hotel.

If you're gonna tell the story,
at least get the facts right.

So... [chuckles]
I walk into the lobby, right?

It's fuckin' 200 degrees.

The air-con's gone down
that morning.

So, I ask the guy
for Father Mulrooney, right?

He shows me to the bar.
Sure enough, there he is--

beads, Catholic,
the full kit and caboodle.

So, I take the seat opposite him

and I start talking business,
right?

I mention the S.A.M.s
he's interested in buying.

- The what?
- Surface-to-air missiles.

- Right, so this potentially
is a big deal, right?

These things go for hundreds
of thousands of dollars,

so I'm keen to get this fucking
guy to like me, right?

So, I start talking
specifications.

I mention range.
That sort of thing, right?

And he just sits there,
cool as a cucumber.

And, you know, he nods
once in a while, and he smiles

as if everything's okay,
but he's saying nothing, right?

So, I'm thinking,
"Is this guy wearing

a fucking wire?
Is he fucking CIA?"

I mean, who knows, right?

So, I'm getting a little
paranoid here, you know?

I look around...
I look over to the lobby...

what do I see?

I see another fucking priest
walking in.

And another, and another.

- There's a God damn convention.
- There's a convention

going on, so there you go.

I could've sold fucking rockets
to the Vatican

that weekend.
- [laughing]

- Funny...very funny.

[phone chimes]

[suspenseful string music]

♪

- So what's the verdict,
Mr. Ganz?

Do my credentials check out?

- They do.

- In that case,
I'll leave you

in the capable hands
of my colleague, here.

I wish you all a safe flight
back to Berlin.

- If you don't mind,
Mr. Chevalier...

I'd like to keep this
just between the two of us.

I was let down
in a transaction recently,

so this time, I tend to
be a bit more cautious.

You understand?
- Mr. Ganz, believe me

when I say it's been
a pleasure meeting you,

but I'm a private kind of person
in a precarious line of work.

I may have passed your test,
Mr. Ganz,

but you haven't passed mine yet.

Now, do you understand?

- I can personally vouch
for Mr. Ganz--

- I think you're forgetting
your place

in this partnership, Trevor.

- Mr. Chevalier...

you're right.
We've intruded on your privacy

and you have no reason
to trust me.

So, my daughter is arranging
a little delivery.

Something convincing, I hope.

- You realize the nearest town's
25 fucking miles away?

- It will be here
within the hour.

[ominous string music]

- It's just an hour, boss.

♪

- You like it?

- I think it's cruel.

They call this sport,

but what chance
did the animal have?

- Interesting you focus
on the bull.

I thought the subject
was the matador.

♪

- He's angry.

- Is that anger?

I see pride.
I see power.

[ominous ringing music]

♪

- Please thank him
on my behalf.

[door clicks open, slams]

- It's 100,000 Euro--
used bills, untraceable.

- [inhales]

Smells good to me.

- It's a down payment,
if you're open

to doing business with me.

- Give me a moment.

Trevor.

[pulsing, tense music]

- Interfering
in German politics.

There's no fucking way
you have Langley's approval

on this.
- Gerhardt's funding

a terror attack to swing
the election in her favor.

That's everyone's business.

[ominous piano chords]

♪

He's ready to deal.

- So, what's in it for me?
- This thing goes smoothly,

I'm pretty sure
no one would notice

that briefcase go missing.

- You assume I need the money,
Daniel.

Look around you.
- Cut the bullshit.

You're not retired.
You're in hiding.

[grunts]

- Hit me again.
- What?

- Let them see it.

[grunts]

- Okay, let's reel him in.

And if this shit goes south,
it's every man for himself.

Staff meeting concluded.
So, lunch, anyone?

We can talk in the car,
Mr. Ganz.

- Wonderful.

- You can leave that there.
- I'll keep the money with us.

- I have a compromise.

If this is an exercise
in trust...

[apprehensive string music]

♪

Let's see just that.

- Mr. Chevalier,
do you have a cell phone?

- Yes, I do.
- Well, if you want

to talk business,
I wonder if...

- Very wise.
You never know

who might
be listening in, right?

[engine turns over]

[tires squealing]

- You like your toys--

fast cars, beautiful women.

- The way I look at it,
we weren't put on this earth

to be told "no."

You said you were
let down recently?

- A deal fell through
unexpectedly.

- Well, my guess is that
time is a factor

and I'm your last resort,
so let's get down to business.

[indistinct chatter]

- This friend of yours--

why do I get
a bad feeling from him?

- He's just pissed with me
for showing up like this.

- Listen to me:
I vouched for you.

I introduced you to my father.
If this goes wrong,

I'm responsible.
- Hey.

Will you trust me?

It's gonna be fine.

[mellow music playing]

♪

- Oh, well hello.

- Thank you, Armando.

- So, did you two get
any work done on the drive?

- Yes, we did.

- Is it an order we can fill?

- Well, it'll take some doing,

but I've assured Mr. Ganz here
we can get it all to Berlin

by the 21st, right?

- That's ten days.

- Let's not discuss this
any further.

A toast.

- Ah, not for me, thank you.

- One glass--for a toast.

- Ah, fuck it.
Why not?

- To business...and new friends.

- New friends.

Hello.

- Hey, what's going on?

Is that the order?

- He wouldn't let me
commit anything to paper.

Here you go.

- Holy shit.

I need to call this into--
- [whispering] Shut up.

That Hitler Youth guy
is in there

taking a crap or something.
- Armando?

- Yes.
- He's BfV.

Ester Krug is running him.
- What?

And you brought him
to my doorstep?

- I didn't exactly have a say
in the matter.

- I'd fucking trust Otto Ganz

before I trust
Ester Krug's people.

- He doesn't know your identity.

All we need to do is keep
him sweet.

- All right, all right.

- You have the order?
- Yeah.

I'll need to call this in
and let them know

we'll be back in Berlin tonight.

Give me Chevalier's phone.
- I will make the call.

- Wait.
- Tell them we're coming back

as heroes.
Unlock it.

- Are you fucking serious?

You're not calling
the German Secret Service

on my phone.
- It's not safe.

I need to find a payphone.

- It's okay.

Spare SIM card.

- [scoffs] Where did Ester
find this idiot?

- Hey, either you unlock
this phone,

or I get Otto to make you.

I wonder what he will find out
about Mr. Chevalier.

- Just do it.
They won't know it's you.

- All right.
[clears throat]

[suspenseful music]

[phone beeps]

Here you go.
There's piss on it.

♪

Okay, so I did everything
you asked.

You got the order,
now get those fucking people

away from here.

[line trilling]

♪

[villagers chattering,
church bell ringing]

- Such a beautiful afternoon.
Let's take a stroll.

- You're not gonna
miss your flight, Otto?

- We have time.

Do you know what I notice
about this village?

Uniformity.

Everyone we pass,
they are at one with each other.

They dress the same way.
They share the same skin tone.

- Well, that's what generations

of inbreeding will get you,
Otto.

- [chuckles] You joke,
but in my country today,

you walk down the street
and it has changed so much

that no one belongs.

Turks, Arabs, Africans.

By welcoming everyone,
it's nobody's home.

- Yep. [sighs]

- See something you like,
Mr. Ganz?

- I think I've spent enough
money today already.

Come on.

- What the fuck?
- I'm gonna make a call.

You got a phone?
Teléfono?

- Por favor.
- No, do you have a telephone?

- Teléfono later.
Buy something now.

- [sighs] Okay.
- Por favor.

- This.

Gracias.

[phone dialing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Por favor.

Where's Trevor?

[line trilling]

- Hey, Daniel on two.
- Mm.

Hey.
- I don't have long.

- Yeah, and I don't trust
these shitty IR links,

so...keep it short and sweet.
- I'm in Spain.

- What the fuck are you doing
in Spain?

- It's a long story.
Listen, Otto placed an order.

He wants 120 kilos of semtex.

There's a list of detonators
and extras to follow,

but I just wanted to
give you the headline now.

I'm on a flight back
to Berlin this evening

and I will check in
with you later.

- All right, you with him now?
Ganz?

- Yeah, amongst others.

- Find out what
the semtex is for.

- All I know is
he wants it delivered

in Berlin by the 21st.

♪

- And that's three days
before the election.

Fuck.
- Yeah, it didn't strike me

as a coincidence, either.
- Okay. [clears throat]

We need to figure out
why and how

Katerina Gerhardt is involved.
Fuck Otto Ganz.

He's just a hired thug
in all of this.

Get him talking
about the target, Daniel.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- You wandered off.
- Yeah, I wanted to pick up

a little souvenir.
Cute, right?

- If you say so.

- ¿Algo más?

Bien.

[suspicious, percussive music]

♪

- Sorry.

- I...got a little lost.

- Hey, Lena, you wanna
ride with me?

I will take extra care, Otto.
I promise.

- Then I'm driving.
- Sure.

♪

[horn honking]

[exciting music]

[horn blaring]

- Why am I getting
the impression

you like to live dangerously?

- If you want me to slow down,
just say so.

- No, have at it.

[horn honks]

How would your father react

if he knew you were fucking
the hired help?

- You think he doesn't
already know?

- Well, you know.
A man like that,

so high in his own principles,
I'd imagine he'd want

something better
for his precious daughter.

Unless, of course, you're trying
to get Daddy's attention.

So, what's your father planning?

- None of your business.

♪

- You're a soldier to the cause,

and like all good soldiers,
you never question the order.

[engine roaring,
tires squealing]

- What we're doing will change
the face of Germany forever.

[tires squealing]

- Isn't that what
all terrorists tell themselves?

- We're not terrorists.
We're nationalists.

- Nationalists.
Right.

That's an interesting
distinction.

[water splashing,
cicadas chirping]

[footsteps approaching]

- We have a problem
with the goon.

- Armando?

I told you, he's BfV.
They are on our side with this.

- Did you know he's fucking
the daughter?

- He...maybe he's playing her.
What are you worried about?

- She's--she's smarter
than she lets on.

If he lets anything slip,

none of us are getting
out of this in one piece.

- So, we stick close to him?

- Did you call them?
- Yeah, they want us

to find out the target.
- "Us"? "Us"?

Hope you didn't mention me.

- If I had, Robert would be
on the first flight out.

You know, this morning,
you asked me how I found you.

After you left Berlin,

I put a flag on all of your
known aliases.

When you finally showed up

in Spain,
I got a ping.

- Clever Trevor.
Why would you do that?

- You pissed off
a lot of dangerous people.

I guess I just wanted to know
you were still out there.

- Well, as you can see, Daniel,

I'm fucking thriving.

- Come on, Hector.
You think I'm stupid?

The villa's registered
to Juan Carlos de Vega...

another vulnerable CIA asset
who had a crush on you.

He used to host you
out here over summer.

That's how I knew you'd be here.

[sharp musical sting]

I can't do this without you.

We can get him to open up,
reveal the target.

Forget Shaw.
Forget the BfV.

Forget Langley.

You and me.

We get a win out of this.

You and me.

And I know you haven't forgotten
how good that feels.

- Wow.

Now, that's impressive.

I was thinking,
it's been a nice day.

Why don't you stay the night?

- Are you sure?
It's no intrusion?

- No, please.
It'd be fun, right?

- Yeah.

It would be fun.

Thank you, Andrew.

- You are very welcome, Otto.

Let's make a night of it.

[ominous music]

♪

- Yeah.

[chilling music]

♪

- So, do you eat like this
at home, Otto?

- In Berlin, we rarely have
the weather to cook outside.

- My father enjoys cooking.
- Your mum must have

an easy life.

- Lena's mom died 11 years ago.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- No apology necessary.

- So, security's gonna be
pretty tight

in Berlin ahead of the election.

Is that gonna be a problem
for delivery?

- Any help you need
will be provided.

- Friends in high places, huh?

- So, what do you think, Otto?

Will there be a change
at the top?

- The polls are predicting
a big swing towards the PFD.

- Well, five years ago,
no one had even heard of them.

- Exactly.
It's happening quickly.

- We're living in the age
of the overnight sensation.

They come and they go.
- Not this time.

- That's fucking bullshit.
- Hey, you don't speak

to Mr. Ganz like that.

- It's Andrew's house.
We are his guests.

I'm eager to hear his opinion.

Just be careful.

Our history makes things
a bit more complicated.

- How so?
- Well, in Germany,

we face a unique challenge.
The way we view our past

and Nazi-era guilt--
that's how we let

all these refugees
infect our land.

That's how we got robbed
our identity.

That's how we turn against
our own interests.

- I don't think you can expect
a lot of sympathy

across Europe.
- [chuckles]

Europe is changing.
- Europe is in chaos, Otto.

- Yes, and chaos it deserves.

From chaos, we will rise.

- [chuckling] Oh, my God.

Is that the fucking basis
of your manifesto?

[chuckles] You can't make
an omelet

without breaking
a few eggs?

- Do not mock me, Andrew.
- I'm not mocking you.

Spare me the clichés and tell me

what you really mean, Otto.

- Come on, take it easy.
- Shut up, Trevor.

Otto's a grown man.
He can speak for himself.

- In America,
you put your hand on your heart

and you pledge allegiance.
In Germany,

I don't see any pride.
I see no passion.

We shit on our identity.
We give our land away.

Have a look:
mosques, temples, synagogues.

It's a fucking theme park.
It's a zoo.

Well, enough is enough.

The PFD will restore
our country.

- PFD.

They really sold you
a fairy tale, didn't they, Otto?

They promised you
something new, right?

Something simple.
Something pure.

Well, I hate to be the one
to tell you this, Otto,

but it's all shit.

Alt-right, alt-left.
They got you marching

to the same
familiar fucking tune.

- No.
- Yes.

They let you believe
you have the power

to change your beloved nation,

but it's an illusion, Otto.

It's a fucking illusion.

- The pendulum is swinging.

- [dramatic, mocking tone]
"The pendulum is swinging."

Fuck me!

Wake up, Otto.
Open your eyes.

Nothing ever really changes.

Democracy rises,
communism falls.

Communism rises,
democracy falls.

It's the same shit
in different coats.

The only thing that brings
around true revolution

is war.
- Yes.

On that, we agree.

- Good.
Good, we agree.

So, are you gonna be
the one to fire the first shot?

- Why the fuck not?

- Where?

[foreboding tones]

- Shut up!

- Leave her.

Trevor, you go.

Perhaps another glass.

- Why the fuck not,
my German friend?

I could go all night.

- Hey.

- He only talks to me that way

when he drinks.

- He must be under
a lot of stress at the moment.

I was the same in combat.

The weeks building up
to a mission,

you go to a different place,
mentally.

- It's not that, it's...
it's your friend.

He wants to impress him.
- Why would he want

to impress him?
We can provide

everything he wants.

- My father is always surrounded
by people who say yes to him.

Day and night.
He doesn't realize that

it's because
they're afraid of him.

But your friend is different--

challenges him.

- Sorry about your mom.

I lost my mom when I was 12.

It was hard.

- They really loved each other.

When she died, he...changed.

- Seeing what it did to my dad--

watching him become
somebody else,

that's tough, right?

- You still see your father?

- [exhales]
- No?

You should.
You should go see him.

Our fathers might have changed,
but...

they're still our fathers.

- Lena.
- Oh, sorry.

[phone vibrating and chiming]

I need to take this.

- Dessert in five minutes?

- Great.

- You need to ease up on him.
- No.

No, no, no, no.

I say we open another bottle
of wine.

Get to the heart of what makes
this motherfucker tick.

- We need to find out
the intended target.

- He doesn't trust you enough
to reveal that.

- Not me, but apparently,
he's a big fan of yours.

- You don't know Otto Ganz
like I do.

If you push him too hard,
you unleash the monster.

- [sighs]
- And you don't want that.

- Okay, okay.
It's your call, Daniel.

- We may not get another chance.

Push him as hard as you can.

- That's a great idea, Trevor.

Great idea.

[ominous music]

♪

- We were just contemplating
whether to open another bottle

of wine, Otto.
- My daughter was right.

I've already drunk enough.

I apologize.
- Not at all.

- Also, I should not involve you
in this matter, but...

I have no choice.

- [grunts, shouts]

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Stay down!

- [grunting]
- You fucking rat.

Three years,
you've been with me.

[both grunting]

[shouts unintelligibly]
How much do they give you?

[both grunting]

- Fuck!
- Get off him!

Come on!

- [shouts]

- [grunts]
- [panting]

[shouts, growls]

- [struggling]

[gasps]
- I'll kill her!

- Let go!
- I'll kill her.

- [panting, gasping]
- Inside, all of you.

Inside, all of you!

[musical sting]

[panting]

Stop.
Car keys.

I'll take the fast car,
thank you.

And while you're being
so nice and friendly,

Mr. Chevalier, would you please
open the safe for me?

♪

- [panting]

[safe beeping]

- [sighs]

- Give it to her.

♪

Stop.

That's far enough.
- Ow!

[foreboding music]

♪

Get back inside!

[both panting]

Otto, I'll do it!
Get back inside!

- When we kill him,
let's make it slow.

[Lena struggling]

- [speaking German]
- Yeah.

[shouts]

Give me the keys!

[intense music]

♪

- How much does he know?

- We had a delivery
intercepted recently.

I knew there was a rat.
- If he doesn't know the plans,

he can't hurt us.
- He knows who we are.

- I deal with him.
Don't worry about it.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[metal crashing]

- [gasps]

- Nice parking.
- [gasps]

[tense music]

♪

- He's gone.

- Let's split up.

I want him alive.

♪

- Well, this is a pleasant way
to end the evening, right?

- You drunk?
- Three months sober

until you showed up.
- Oh, yeah, you really got

your shit together,
didn't you?

It's not you, Hector.

You're not ready to fade
into obscurity.

- Yeah, well, my options
are somewhat limited these days.

Hector DeJean's on
the "no fly" list.

Eventually, my alias passports
will expire.

Then I'm fucking trapped.

- FBI could lift the
restrictions.

- Not without Robert's sign-off.

We both know that's never
gonna fucking happen.

- [groaning, panting]
- Jesus Christ.

- [groans]
Mein Gott.

You've got to get me out.
- It's all right, I got you.

- [groaning] You've got to
get me out of here.

- Quiet, quiet, quiet.
Breathe, breathe.

- If you don't help me,
I tell him everything.

- All right, all right.
All right.

- I believe he will.
- What are you saying?

- I'm saying we have
half a second

to make
a very difficult decision.

- No way, he's a BfV--
- Psycho Nazi will torture him,

and if he talks,
we're fucking dead.

[Armando sobbing,
panting softly]

[groans]

[building, tense music]

♪

[gunshot]

- I figure I owed you that.

[wrench clattering]
Got him!

[steady, pulsing beat]

- I wanted him alive.

- He can ID me.
I couldn't risk it.

[grunting]

[bones cracking]

[skin squelching]

[panting]

I don't want him identified.

Let them think
we still have him.

Put him back inside the car.

[flames crackling]

[somber, building string music]

♪

[explosion]

♪

[echoing gunshot, rattling]

[echoing gunshot]

[music intensifies]

♪

- Trevor.
Our flight is in one hour.

We gotta go.

- Morning, Andrew.
- Morning, Otto.

You slept okay?
- Very well, thank you.

It's a pity we have to leave.

It's such a beautiful place.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna miss it.

- What the hell are you doing?

- He trusts me.
I can be useful.

- In Berlin?
Are you out of your mind?

- I've been out of it too long.

It's gonna be just like
the good old days,

right, Trevor?