All language subtitles for Berlin Station S02 E06 Eng Sub

- Previously on
"Berlin Station"...

- 120 kilos of Semtex
on the streets of Berlin.

What could possibly go wrong?

- [speaking German]

- Now it's come to my attention
that your station reports

to my office are reflecting
bullshit in my direction.

- Excuse me.
- You tell me what

you're really doing
or I'll have you

on the next plane home.

In front of a civilian,
Richard, I don't think so.

But you may expect to be
briefed by day's end.

Or you can put me on
the last flight out.

- The ambassador told me
that Robert

will be right next to you
on the plane home

if you push this too far.
- Don't tell me

how to run my station,
especially when

you have no fucking idea
what's at stake.

- Your account details, please?

Where the money should go.

- Gerhardt's account
refused payment.

- [speaking German]

- I'm sorry.
There's a change of plan.

- I work for the CIA.

- So I've been fucked over
by you, by her, by everyone.

- Testify against her.

You can cut your
prison time in half.

- How high up on the chain
did you look

for who funds Gerhardt?

I think that a pattern
of cash deposits

routed through
a fish market in Norway

to an undisclosed
account owned by Gerhardt

would count as relevant.

[phone ringing]

- Papa.
- [speaking German]

[gunshot]

- No! No!

- She just bought herself
another 5% at the polls.

- No, I didn't personally
go to Norway

to look into her finances,
Steven.

- Maybe it's time we do.

[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

- Welcome to the BBC,
live from Berlin

on election eve,
as Germany braces

for its most significant
political contest in decades.

A first-time win for the right
wing in German Parliament

since World War II could have
troubling implications

for the EU
and the global stage.

Katerina Gerhardt--leader of
the far-right PfD Party

and purported target
in yesterday's

averted terror attack--
will be back

on the campaign trail today.

Gerhardt vows to hold fast
to her platform

of reason not fear,
hoping that Germans

will heed
the PfD motto tomorrow

and "wach auf"--
or wake up at the polls.

[indistinct chatter]

- [speaking German]

- [speaking German]

- [sighs]

Okay, put these clothes on.
We're leaving.

- She talks about him
as if he was...nothing.

Just a piece of shit.
- You're a wanted terrorist.

We can't stay here.
Now, it's not

the perfect disguise--
it'll get us across town.

Come on, come on.
- Don't fucking touch me,

you CIA pig!

- Ex-CIA pig.

- [sighs]
- Right?

Now, I know how you feel.
I really do.

- Oh, yeah?
- But any minute now,

the guy behind the counter
downstairs

is gonna figure out
who you are.

And he's gonna call us in.

So please, just
do as I tell you, all right?

- Why not split?

Just fucking leave me here?

Hm?

Be honest or I'm not
going anywhere with you.

Honestly,
I can't leave this city

without certain clearances
in place.

You're my bargaining chip.

But also,
what I told you is true.

Without my help right now,

you will end up dead
or behind bars.

♪

- Think Katerina Gerhardt's
gonna be in the Bundestag

in less than 24 hours?

[phone chimes]
Oh, and check it out.

There she is.
She's bouncing questions

on the averted attack.

Watch her spin this shit
into electoral gold.

- Okay, let's not panic till
we track down

the address on file.

Let's find out who's
illegally funding her.

Okay?
- PfD's already at 12%, Steven.

They get to 15, they'll be in
the Bundestag

and the coalition.
- Okay, uh, customs.

Ehh, I'm gonna hang back
in case our friend

Fischer's waiting for you.

You know, Robert?
That was so stupid.

- What?
- To request Oslo

Station clearance.
- Suppose this trail

leads to some skinhead,
Aryan lair, Steven.

It'll be good to have
this guy's help.

- Well, then we're
really in trouble.

- Yeah.
- Okay. I'll meet you

at the wharf.

[door opens]

- Should I tell Sheila
to dig out my body armor?

- I apologize if yesterday
if I was a little--

- Hysterical?

- Intense.
- For a station whisperer,

you make a lot of noise.

- You asked to see me.

- [sighs]

Your flight to Dulles
leaves 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Priority boarding.

Let me know if you'd like
a vegetarian meal.

- I have a proposal.
- You aren't in a position

to propose at the moment.
- I was reckless, yes.

Although I do maintain
I was right.

But I want Robert to stay on.

If I go home to Langley
to lie down

on the chopping block,
so be it.

There's no need
to send Robert too.

- You and you deputy
put explosives on the streets.

What makes you think you can
secure him a future here?

- It was my bad call, not his.

- Go.

Say your good-byes to Berlin.

- Robert Kirsch?
- Yes, that's me.

Nick Fischer.
- I think we crossed paths

once back at McLean.
- Yes.

- It's been a minute.
- So do you greet

every visiting fireman
who steps foot in Norway?

'Cause I only requested
country clearance as protocol,

not to guilt you into
any kinda special treatment.

- Yeah, I had a lunch with an
NIS guy I wanted out of,

So canceled him, taking you,
same reservation.

- Well, that's very generous,
but, um--

- You got a lunch date already?

- Well, no.
- Then allow me to show you

the happiest country on Earth.

[intense music]

- With her nationalist party,
PfD--

Perspective for Deutschland
or Perspective for Germany--

Gerhardt is trying
to distance herself

from extremists on the right

but without losing
their support.

A first time win
for the right wing

in German parliament
since World War II--

♪

- This is keeping
a low profile?

- Yeah, well, we can't have you
on public transport.

They rent these things out by
the hour, no questions asked.

- [sighs]

She deserves to die
for what she did to him.

- You--you're probably right.

And for other stuff too,
no doubt.

- Today, before the election.

I don't want her getting
a single vote.

- So you're planning
on killing her?

That's a fuckin'--
that's genius.

- Shut up.
- Brilliant.

Why didn't I think of that?

♪

I need a favor.
- Who is she?

- Someone who needs a safe
place for a few hours.

- Hours?
- Well, maybe 24.

- And if I say no?
- You won't.

Ladies first.

- What are you getting me into,
Hector?

- The less you know,
the better.

Put this in
a safe place for me.

I'll be back in a couple hours.

- Where are you going?

♪

[gunshot]

[knocking at door]

♪

[urgent knocking]

[knocking continues]

- It's not a good time,
Esther, I'm sorry.

- I'm in a hurry. Please open.

Please.

Lena Ganz--Hector has her,
and we can't locate him.

Where are they?
- You have the whole

of the BfV
at your disposal.

Why come to me?

- Because you know
Hector's moves.

And I have PfD loyalists
inside my department

watching my every step,
you know that.

- I have no idea
where they are.

You want a drink?

- Work with me here.
We're on the same team.

And Lena could help.
- Lena knows as much as we do.

Otto kept her on the fringes
for that exact reason,

to protect her.

- So you do know where she is.
- No, and you're putting

your energy
in the wrong direction.

Did you search Otto's office?

There was a little grey box
of burner phones.

- We turned them over
and got nothing.

We're screwed.
- Well, maybe you didn't

look hard enough.

- It might be time to throw
all this out, don't you think?

- Yeah, I know.
I--I can't.

I don't know why.

[sighs]

- What did he say to you?

In the van?

- What difference
would it make?

- I don't know
until I hear it.

- He said that he didn't
feel respected.

Only feared.

- And how did you answer?

- What could I say?
It was true.

But I--I asked him what he
wanted his legacy to be.

Leader, a father?

A terrorist?

- What's your legacy...

if you were to die right now?

- No comment.
What's yours?

- The safety of my country
during my tenure at the BfV.

Which is--is looking
quite shitty now,

with Katerina poised
to enter the Bundestag.

- Yeah, and that is on
my record, too.

And my conscience.

♪

- You should get some sleep.

You look like shit.
- [chuckles]

- And if Lena calls on you--
- I'm not gonna tell you.

♪

- I'm sorry I'm so tense.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Don't be sorry.

You just need to relax.

If Katerina suspected you,
you would know it by now.

- Not if that's how
she's playing it.

- Josef, you're crucial to her.

She's not getting rid of you.

- I hope you're right.

But that would have
a downside, too.

- What?

- Because then
this would have to be

our last morning
with each other.

- Our work doesn't
have to stop here.

If these are
Katerina's tactics,

they will continue to be
Katerina's tactics.

This election doesn't
have to be the end.

We can still catch her.
- If I'm lucky enough

to get through
without a black mark,

I cannot risk
my PfD standing again.

And I cannot be in the bed
of an American spy.

[phone ringing and buzzing]

Oh, fuck.

Oh, it's her.

[speaking German]

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

Good. Ciao.

A slot opened up
on a BBC talk show.

She wants me to
sing the party line.

- See? What did I tell you?

You're in the clear.
- Maybe.

Unless she's waiting
until after tomorrow,

When she's in office.

And then the other shoe drops.

- The service elevator
takes you to the back alley.

- Just as we were
getting started...

on our way
to something special.

- Well, if you change
your mind,

you know where to find me.

♪

[knocking]

- Come on in.

- Sorry, I was on a run
when your message came through.

- You've done
great work here, April.

Really proved yourself.
- Thanks.

- So much so that I have
a big assignment for you.

Critical.
- Great.

- Robert has a meet
with Hector in an hour,

but he had to leave town.

Hector's holding Lena,
as you know.

Plan was, get him
to turn her over to us

in exchange for clearing his
name off interdiction lists,

but with Hanes tightening
his grip on things,

I'm not sure we're gonna
be able to push that through.

- Have you talked to Hanes?

There's no getting him
to budge?

- I don't have to tell you,

polls open in 18 hours.

Lena is our last chance to
connect Otto to Katerina.

- You want me to get Hector
to give Lena up,

even without the bribe.
- That is the game face I love.

♪

- It's usually
served at Christmas.

And here's a fun thing,

you have to wash the residue
off utensils and pans

straight away.

Because if left overnight,

it never comes off.

- That is fun.
That is...

a fucking blast.

- You didn't come to Norway
to try the lutefisk.

- Mm-mm.

- Why are you here?

- Honestly? [clears throat]

Given how your elections went,

I just wanted
an on the ground POV.

Give me an idea of what to
expect in Berlin tomorrow

if the alt-right
have their way.

Officially, though,
I'm meeting a friend.

- I bet I can help.

Any specific Norwegian scene
you want in on?

- No, just a range, I hope.

- My secretary put together
the ideal Norway tour.

Lars will drive you.

- Lars?

- Get a sense of
the country's mood.

- You know, I don't know
what to say.

It's too much.

I can't accept it.

- Why?

Because it's not the treatment
I got when I was in Berlin?

I had that sad sack Frost
following me.

- Steven's working
at KRA consulting now.

Other than that, I know
very little of his moves.

Sadly, we've had a bit
of a falling out.

What's this?
- It's fruit and cheese.

Cheese is brown in Norway.

- Thank you.

Ironic. Cheese is brown,
none of the people are.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

- I like the look of the skin.
- Mm-hmm.

There's no brown spots.

Can I see the flesh?
- Oh, of course.

You see? Firm and glossy.
- Well, our menu's seasonal.

This winter, chef is set
on salmon entrée.

- Oh.
- And, uh, likely a trout.

- Mm-hmm.
- And tuna tartare appetizer.

- Oh.
- That's assuming

you provide sushi-grade.
- Oh, yes, of course.

Our stock of bluefin has
recently flied up.

It is very busy in our waters.

So, uh--
- So do you have an office?

We can sit down,
discuss logistics?

- I was thinking to say it.

This way.

Please.

- Um, I wanted to ask you--
I'm just--I'm so curious.

- Yeah.
- What's your biggest sale?

You must have some record.
- Yes.

Salmon is, of course,
the giant one.

- Yeah.
- But we also do

very good business
in herring.

- So wait a minute,
you have these numbers

in your head?

That's kind of a shaky way
of accounting.

- Ohh, yes.

No, everything
is painfully noted.

[laughs] Yeah.

- So you were saying
salmon and herring.

- Yes, and the klippfisk,
is our top third.

- Do you have any
cooked samples I could try?

- Yeah, I have some pieces
batter-fried.

- Yeah, yeah.
- I think--yeah.

- Absolutely.
- Yes.

[tense music]

♪

[camera shutter snaps]

Okay.

- Hector DeJean?

- You're not Robert.
- April Lewis.

New to the station.

- I need to see Robert.

- He's out of the country,
I'm afraid.

- So am I off
the interdiction list?

- There's been a problem
on that front.

- So what? I'm stuck
in fucking Berlin?

- Where is Lena Ganz?
- Well, you tell me.

You're CIA.
You're supposed to

know these things.
- You were the last person

seen with her.

She's our only hope with
connecting Katerina Gerhardt

to her father.
- Right. And then what?

Breaking news proves as
ineffective in Germany

as it did in the U.S.?
- Maybe something

a little more concrete.

The point is,
we're not giving up.

- Now that's a great attitude.

You should channel it into

getting me
what I'm fucking owed.

- How will you feel
if Katerina Gerhardt

gets into
the Bundestag tomorrow

and you could've
given over Lena

for questioning--prevented it?

- Prevented it?
What? Made a difference?

April, April, April.

You're young
and you're passionate

and you're idealistic, right?

Give it five years.

- Maybe the PfD winning
won't affect your life

like it will others,

but you should still
give a shit.

- [chuckles]

- [sighs]

- God, you look terrible.

- Lutefisk.
- Yeah, well, I guess

an afternoon with that creep,

enough to turn
anybody's stomach.

- He tried to push his driver
on me, monitor my day.

But I told him I had to
go back to the hotel

and take a nap, so--

- Well, what if he follows up?

- I left my phone in the room

in case he's tracking me.

We're fine.
- Okay.

We're onto something.
Come on.

Over and over,
this Bjorn Larsen fellow

is pumping money
into the market.

He's buying haddock,
he's buying--it doesn't matter.

He's spending tens of thousands
of euro--

week after week after week--

from the last of August
until now.

- And from there,
the money was laundered

directly into the
PfD's accounts?

- I cross-checked the purchases
to the deposits.

They match up perfectly.
- Mm-mm.

- It's kinda fishy, huh? Sorry.

- What did you dig up
on this Bjorn guy?

- Nothing. You know,
he repairs boats.

He goes to the Lutheran church.
He doesn't own a store.

He doesn't have a shop.
He doesn't need all that fish.

♪

Norway.
Land of the midnight sun, huh?

It's--you know, it's nice.
I guess.

I--I kinda wish I was one of
those people

that could be fulfilled
by a view.

I was in Provence last weekend
and Kelly and I

were having coffee
on the porch.

And she points to the ocean
and she says,

"What more could you want?"

I said, "Really?"

That's what I'm supposed
to do now?

I cash in at KRA for another
year and then I what?

I look at the ocean
for the rest of my life?

I don't think so.
- Listen, if you--

if you equate making
a difference

with working for Hanes,
then, yes, go.

Look at the ocean.
- Look, I'm not working

for Hanes, Robert.

The fact that I bring you this
lead that we're chasing

proves I'm not working
for Hanes.

- Then why do you
indulge him, huh?

Surely it's not for the free
steak dinners. Huh?

You just trying to keep your
hand in it? Stay relevant?

- You know you are absolutely
no help.

And it looks like, hey,
I'm pretty useful.

- Yes, and I appreciate that.
Honestly, I do.

But you, my man,
are moving on

to another chapter,
and it's time to accept that.

And it's not so terrible,
Steven.

You got the beautiful Rolex,
the nice suit,

Kelly waiting for you
in the south of France.

- Look, don't come to me
looking for sympathy

when somebody flips you
to your next chapter.

'Cause you're not gonna
be ready for it, believe me.

- Well, it's probably
gonna be happening

sooner rather than later
after this flap, so--

- Uh-huh.

Any word from BB?
- No.

She's not answering her phone.

- Man.

You really like her, don't you?

- Yeah, I do.

♪

- ...Political spectrum.
- Disagreements between people

who agree on
nearly everything,

they are the most passionate.

And when consensus
is almost achieved

but cannot be reached,

that is when things explode.

- What is your solution?
Vote PfD, I'm sure.

But beyond that,
how will Germany

deal with these conflicts?

- I met somebody recently.
And she and I

could not have been
more fundamentally at odds

in our beliefs, but, uh,

she taught me a lot.

And, um, a big lesson is

sometimes we must double down
to achieve the desired result.

- [sighing]

- What happened?

- I tried to stop her leaving.

Vicious little bitch broke
a sugar bowl over my head.

- What, she's gone?

- Excuse me?

I might have a concussion,

but don't act so concerned.

- I'm sorry.

- That bag you gave me,
she took it.

- What?

Fuck!

[dark music]

♪

- Ah!
[inhales sharply]

- The fuck are you doing
to yourself?

♪

[knock at door]
- Come in.

"PfD now projected to win 13%.

Number expected to rise."

- Yeah, I know.
That's why I wanted

to speak to you about Josef.

- What is it?

- Lucky I'm here.

- Why are you here?

- Fuckin' Lena
slipped the leash.

- Christ.
- Thought I'd find her

in Daddy's bar.

Gimme that hand.

Okay, here we go.

- [inhales sharply]
- Yeah.

That's the feeling you're
after, right?

- Think she slipped town?
- Nope.

She was, uh, going on
this morning about getting

revenge on Gerhardt.
- I don't blame her.

- It was my approach
with Ruth Iosava.

- Yeah, I never
asked you about that.

Was that satisfying?
The revenge?

- Nothing would've
been satisfying.

- No, I guess not.

So what would you do
in Lena's shoes?

- I don't know.
Once upon a time,

I thought the
truth would set us free.

But in a post-truth world,
maybe a bullet's a better bet.

[cell phone ringing]

Karl, did you get
the money I owed you?

- Yes.
[gunshot]

But not why I'm calling.

I have a customer here,

wanting to buy illegally.

Used your name as reference.

Don't tell me.

Flowery dress,

big leather satchel, I hope.

- Yeah.

What do you want me
to do with her?

- Don't let her go.

Keep her busy.

Wait for me.

Found her.

- Okay, I'll come with you.

- No, you won't.
You'll stay here.

Get some gauze, some antibiotic
cream, and hey...

Things could be a lot
fuckin' worse, Daniel.

I would know, right?

So pull yourself together.

You'll be fine.

- We owe it to Josef
to protect him!

- You are out of line!

Your perspective is gone,

You need to back up
out of this station

and out of Germany--
- Okay, first of all,

you do not have the fucking
authority to fire me

and you will never
get me on a plane.

So please, I'm begging you,
just fuck off.

- Stay in Berlin, fine,
but you will never

set foot in this embassy again.

[door slams]

[indistinct chatter]

[horn honks]

- Hello?

Hello?

[clears throat]
I wanna ask you something.

Do you know a Bjorn Larsen

that lives up the street?

- Of course I know Bjorn.

He's a whiskey sour and...
- Oh.

- He helped me deliver
my wife's third baby. Yeah.

You look for him?
- Yeah, we are.

- He's in no trouble, is he?
- He's in no trouble.

In fact, I'm considering
offering him a job.

- Oh, good.
- So, yeah.

- Have a look at this
over here.

It's a great shot.

The photo over here.

The man in the yellow is Bjorn.

And that grouper is 83 pounds.
- Wow.

- That's a big fish.

- Hey, Robert. Come here,
look at this picture.

- I just sat down.
- Robert, get up and come look.

[tense music]

♪

- What?
- Look at this one.

- Hey, shit,
that's Nick Fischer.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

- He called you.
- Using my name

to illegally buy a rifle.

- Turns out the only
arms dealers I know

are CIA spies.

- What do you need a gun for?

- Guess.

- Okay, that's an SSG.

You're gonna need to get
close to your target

for that to be effective.
- I'll use a disguise.

- With that kind of score?

You're gonna need to be
sitting in her fucking lap

to get a kill shot.

- What do you recommend
I use instead?

- I recommend you stick with me
and don't get yourself killed.

- No.

No, I'm not
gonna do that.

Not until I do
what I need to do.

She fucking betrayed him.

She used him.

She should be dead, not him.

[gunfire]

- Finish your round.
We're leaving.

- What a mind fuck.
So you think that freak Fischer

is the one that's been
feeding this guy the cash?

- I can't imagine a COS
and a Norwegian boatman

being fishing buddies.
- And we think the money's

coming from
our embassy in Oslo?

- Probably.
Which makes me wonder--

- What?
- Oh, motherfucker.

- What? What?

- Hanes. Hanes, he used Fischer

to fuck with me in Berlin.
- Oh, no.

- He's gotta be behind this.
- Holy fucking hell.

We're up here looking for some
nefarious entity behind PfD.

It's got American fingerprints
all over it.

- [laughs]
- We leak this shit,

America's credibility on the
global stage is fucked, Steven.

And I've got news for you:
Gerhardt is gonna win.

- Wait. We don't know

if it's
American money for certain.

We--we just--we don't know.

We have to talk to
this Bjorn dude.

- Okay.
- Come on.

- Well, yeah.
But let's make sure

to send off what
we've got so far to BB

so she can at least
start digging in.

- [sighs]

No service.

- The light's on.

[ominous music]

♪

- Oh, fuck.

♪

- [sighs]
Well, doesn't look like

we're gonna interview Bjorn.
- Yeah.

And he's still warm.

We need to get
the fuck out of here,

get back on the grid,
get some fuckin'

cell towers in our life.

- They might have a landline
at the pub.

- All right, hey.
Leave me your phone.

I wanna take some shots
of this guy.

I'll meet you there.
- All right.

- Fuck, they've got
a phone here.

Steven?

Hello?
- [speaking Norwegian]

- Hello? Hi, do you
speak English?

Operator?

I--I need an operator
who speaks English.

- [speaking Norwegian]

All right, he wants
to talk to you.

Hello.
- Damn it, man.

I tried so hard to protect you.

- Yeah, bullshit.

What's the fuckin'
plan here, Fischer?

- I came to your hotel
to check on you.

There was no answer.
I thought maybe

you were dead in your suite.

I made the concierge bust in.

- Well, that was very
decent of you.

I guess I owe--owe you
an apology

for the inconvenience.

What's the fuckin' plan,
Fischer?

- I did not wanna resort
to extreme measures.

- Extreme measures--what the--
what the fuck?

- But you're too quick.
Now I'm here and you're there.

And you've put me in
an impossible position.

- Listen to me really clearly:

money trail's been sent
to the station.

Somebody's gonna run with it.
- Yeah, but I spoke to Hanes,

who wasn't approached,
and I think he would've been.

So I'll assume
you're bluffing.

I'll cross that bridge
if I come to it.

- No, Hanes is a fucking
asshole, okay?

Let's get that straight.

That being said,
he would not okay anything

that this motherfucker
is about to do to me.

- Look, I never
wanted this, Robert.

It's important to me
that you know that.

Please pass me back
to Lars, now.

- He wants to talk--
he wants to talk to you.

[grunting]

Jesus.

♪

Next one's not till 5:00 a.m.

We have to get
off this island, Steven.

- Robert.
- What?

- What's that?

- Bingo.

- What are you doing here?

- They wanted to send me
back to Langley,

but I'm not going so...

technically, I resigned.

- Is it my fault?

- I think it's for the best,
actually.

- Come in.

- So we send the text now.

It'll look like it's coming
from the phone's carrier.

And as soon as it's opened,

it'll turn on the harmonics.

Boom. Phone's a mic.

It'll track him, too.

Whose phone is it, anyway?

- [speaking German]
[knock at door]

- Esther.

It's me.

Are you awake?

- What's the matter?
- Can I come in?

I need to talk to you.
- Sure.

You look more a mess
than yesterday.

What happened to your hand?

- I can't--I keep thinking.

I can't stop.
Over and over.

Like a broken fucking alarm.

[sighs] What did I do wrong?

What--how--how could I have
done things differently?

Why did I fuck this up so bad?

- You didn't fuck anything up.

- His brains were blown out

while I was
sitting right next to him.

How is that not on me?
- He was a terrorist.

He was looking to blow up
innocent civilians.

- All right, and he should have
paid for that

in jail like everybody else.

There--there is no way
that he could've

staged such
a large scale attack

without Gerhardt's resources.

And if he was
still alive today,

we could've fucking nailed her.

I should've--I should've
turned Otto

and worked with him rather
than through him.

And then maybe tomorrow,
Germany would not be

voting in a fucking
right wing terrorist!

- You stop it, now.
- I can't do this anymore.

I--I gotta go.
- Can you calm down?

Stop.
- Ah, sorry.

- Stop it, okay?

Please, please stop.
- [sighs]

- Please.

- They're getting up
in Germany right now

- Yeah.
- Polls are open.

I'd rather learn that Satan
was funding the fuckin' PfD.

- We have Hanes
where we want him, at least.

- But what if Hanes fuckin'
wriggles free?

Anything's possible in this--

in this day and age of
à la carte facts.

- Hey, Robert.
- Yeah?

- You think I killed him?

- Steven, the guy was trying
to kill me.

- I know, but he was just
following orders, you know?

Like Fischer, probably.

'Cause he and Hanes
are answering to somebody.

- Wait a minute, there.
- Where?

Look ahead, straight ahead.

Civilization. I think.

Kind of.

- [grunts]

- Hi. Hi, hi.
- Hello?

- We don't mean to intrude,

but we're looking
for Bryggen wharf.

Bryggen?
- We want to--we want

to call a friend.

Uh, please. Could you help us?

- Yeah, yeah.

Keep going north.
- North.

- Yeah, that direction
and catch the ferry

at Hauglandshella.
- Yeah, Hauglandshella. Got it.

- Yeah. But you can contact

your friend from here,
if you like.

- Oh?
- I have a satellite phone.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you.
- That would be amazing.

- Yeah, sure.

♪

♪

[recorded message
in German]

[dial tone]

- That's weird.
- What?

- It says her phone's
been disconnected.

- You try the station?

[dialing]

[line trilling]

- It's ringing.

[phone ringing]

♪

- Oh, good morning.
So...

[sighs]

the jig is up.

We know you've been funneling
cash to the PfD for the DOS--

or whomever--and we've passed
that back to the station.

- No idea
what you're referring to.

- That's not the way
to play this.

[laughs]

You know, I know it's early
in the morning,

you're just waking up
and having your first scotch

and acclimating and everything.

But, uh, you stepped
ass-backwards

into the alt-right
cookie jar, buddy.

Now, you wanna carry this all
on your shoulders, that's fine.

But I thought--
you know, I don't know--

I thought you might wanna
pass the blame around.

- What do you want?

- Well, let's see.
I want

confirmation, elucidation.

Who tapped you to be
the cash conduit for the PfD?

Starts with an H,
ends with an S?

- Hanes brought me in.

- And, uh, who's footing
the bill for all this?

Who's the wizard
behind the curtain?

- The money came in pouches

from a slush fund.

That's all I know.
It's the Hanes show.

You'll have to ask him.

both: Hey.

- Guess we pulled that off.

I imagine Josef is calling
the embassy as we speak.

- It'll hold. Officially, you
are no longer working there.

So tell me, exactly what made
you wanna double down on him?

- I don't know.
Just gut instinct

that something wasn't straight.

And that his relationship
with Katerina was, um...

[chuckles]

More complicated
than he was letting on.

But thank you, by the way.

Thank you for trusting me
and thank you

for setting it up
like you did.

- Thank you for helping
give the station a leg up

as my final act here.

- So straight to
the airport now?

- Afraid so.
- How did everybody

at the station react to it?

- I imagine they don't
know it yet.

- You didn't tell anybody?

- No rousing exit speech.

I wouldn't know where to begin.

And I think that's
how I've been conditioned.

Maybe in life
we repeat ourselves.

- [sighs]

You know, BB, that bridge is
still standing because of you.

And if you hadn't
spearheaded this op,

Ganz would've just gotten
his weapons elsewhere.

And it would've done down,
along with

hundreds of civilians,
so please know that.

- Yeah. Thank you.

- I still don't feel
comfortable with you being

the scapegoat in all of this.

- I'm really proud
of the work we've done here.

And whatever they accuse
me of,

I will say, "Yes."
And, "You're welcome."

I do have an ask, though.

April. Look out for her.

- Sure.

- Thank you.

[club music]

♪

- So are you still planning
on doing it?

- Definitely.
- When?

- Before the end of the day.

When results come in.

So she can't enjoy victory.

Tell me,
how would you do it?

- It's not my fight.

- But if it was.

If you're not getting what
you went out for yesterday--

which it seems like
you're not--

if you took up
this cause instead.

- I would wanna
make a statement.

Let the whole world see.

That way, you're not
just stopping her,

you're sending a signal,
you know?

To all that follow.

- A public event.
- Yeah.

- Help me. Help me do it.

♪

- Someone has to.

♪