All language subtitles for Berlin Station S02 E09 Eng Sub

- Previously,
on "Berlin Station"...

[sniper shot]
[crowd gasping]

- Katerina Gerhardt has died

whilst being treated
for a gunshot wound.

- I know who shot her.
- Come on inside.

- What, in the embassy?
- Yeah.

- My guess is,
he's a gun for hire.

- What were you doing there?
- Lena Ganz.

She wanted payback.

Thankfully, she pulled out
the last minute.

- Where are you, Dad?
That woman was shot?

The politician, right?
Were you involved in it?

- No, of course not.
Why would you ask such a thing?

- How's Josef?

- He trusts me.
I believe he still does, yeah.

- And you trust him?

- Was that Nick Fischer?
Oslo Chief of Station.

- Yes, as if I can't see
through him.

What he stands to gain.

- This morning,
the police found a stash

of burner phones at an address
frequented by Otto Ganz.

We need that phone.

- Josef keeps everything
in a safe in his flat.

That phone you're looking for,
call it.

[cell phone ringing]

I don't think Katerina had
anything to do with this.

- Joseph handed her to us.

- And supplied Otto Ganz
with everything he needed.

He sent both of them home.

- [speaking German]

- Esther, I know you want
Hector to be guilty,

but we've got
the real shooter.

- Who's hiring you?

- I don't know who.
We didn't meet.

- I think he switched cars.
- How do you know?

Where's Beitel?
- He's dead, it was a setup.

- Why'd you let him go?
- It's not that simple.

He's one of us.

- German police have now
named a suspect

in connection with the
shooting of Katerina Gerhardt.

He is Hector DeJean, an
American and a former member

of the CIA
who remains at large.

[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

[birds chirping]

[tense music]

♪

[crowd yelling indistinctly]

- [gasps]

♪

[crowd chanting indistinctly]

[shower water running]

- Chaos in Germany

following the assassination

of PfD leader
Katerina Gerhardt.

We can see behind me American
Marines guarding the embassy

as tensions mount and demands
intensified for the turnover

of prime suspect Hector DeJean

to German authorities.

As rumors swirl
that Mr. DeJean sought refuge

inside the U.S. Embassy
in Berlin.

[approaching footsteps]

Meanwhile, German citizens
have surrounded

the embassy to protest
against what they suspect

might be CIA...

- Seems like you got out
just in time.

- Ah, seems like it.

- You say you didn't know
this Hector DeJean.

But sources tell me he was part

of your station
only four months ago.

- Well...
[chuckles]

I sort of know him.

I mean,
the way you know someone

who works down the hallway
from you at the PfD,

but you don't
really know him.

♪

Why are you looking
at me like that?

- Today I step
into Katerina's shoes.

I cannot have any liabilities.

- You mean like
an American lover?

- Only if she has
conflicting loyalties.

It wasn't just a whim leaving
your job to be with me?

- No, Josef,
it wasn't just a whim.

♪

- There will be more of that,
what I said last night.

I cannot back down or apologize
when I come home later.

- I know.

And I understand that.

- It's not a good day for
Americans to be on the street.

I think you should stay in.

- I've seen worse than this,
trust me.

- Then if you insist,

I'll send you a car.

See you later.

- Okay.

♪

[crowd chanting]

- U.S.A. go home!
all: U.S.A. go home!

U.S.A. go home!

♪

- The hunt for
Katerina Gerhardt's assassin

goes on as polizei continue

to search for suspect
Hector DeJean,

an American
former CIA officer

who served a long stint
in Berlin

and is rumored to be hiding
in the U.S. Embassy there.

They have asked anyone

with any information...
- Hello? Hello?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
where are you?

- I told you I have to
take care of my kid.

I'll be there soon.

- Well, hurry up.

Unless you want me to take over
as acting chief.

- God damn it, Hector,
I'm on my way.

- Fucking...

- Hey, I don't want you
to go either.

But you saw those images
on the TV.

All those crowds gathering
at the embassy.

It's not a good situation--

- Why are people protesting
at the embassy

if the CIA is responsible?

- Because it gives them
a place, you know,

a place where they can focus
their anger against America.

- But where's the CIA based?

- Okay, let's not dawdle
anymore, okay?

We're gonna miss your flight,

and by the way, Uncle Steven's
gonna take you to the airport

'cause I got to go straight
into the office and deal--

- So the Office
of Regional Affairs

is going to
save the day now?

- Okay.

Okay.

You sit.

Truth.

I don't work for the Office
of Regional Affairs.

- You work for the CIA.

- Yes, I do.

- You're a spy?

- Yes, I am.

But...

the definition of that is
probably not quite the same

as the one you have in mind.

- Does Mom know?
- Yes, she does.

There are reasons

that I have never
told you the truth

about what it is
that I do.

They have nothing to do
with you.

They have nothing
to do with me.

What are you feeling?

A little pride?

Maybe your dad isn't

quite so uncool
as you thought he was?

- Kind of.
- Kind of?

Well, pride is good.

You can be proud of the fact
that I serve our country.

The rest is just hype.

Fear? You a little scared?
- Yes.

- Okay,
nothing wrong with that.

Fear keeps us on our toes.

It keeps us careful.

It keeps you grateful.

I love you.

You can ask me anything.

Anytime you want.

I just can't
tell you everything.

[solemn music]

- Uncle Steven, too?

- Uncle Steven, too, what?

- Noah, you talk about that
with me and me alone.

No one else.

Okay, listen to me.

You call me when you take off.

You call me when you land,
okay?

I love you.

- You did the right thing
by telling him.

- He knew.
He already knew.

[engine turns over]

- I'm terrible at good-byes
myself.

- What are you doing here?

I thought you were back
at Langley

getting raked over
the coals.

- And not help finish
what I started?

I wanted to let you know what
Valerie and I found last night.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pull back.

I thought your last act here

was strong-arming
her resignation.

- All a ruse to cement
her access to Josef.

- I'm so glad
that I was apprised

of that ruse
as Acting Chief.

- This is me apprising you.

And my hunch paid off.

We have proof of connection
between Josef and Otto Ganz.

It seems Josef was behind
the whole Otto Ganz plot.

Set Katerina up for the fall.

Which begs the question...

if he went full Brutus
and had her killed then...

What?
- That's crazy.

Even crazier,
crumb trail points

to Nick Fischer
on that count.

[suspenseful music]

- Well, that doesn't make
any sense at all.

- No, no, it doesn't.

♪

- You doing okay?

- It just seems
like every assumption

we've made along the way
is the wrong one.

- Things get upended
all the time.

Turn out to be the opposite
of what you thought.

- You get used to it?
- No.

But you give yourself a break.

Your next score could be
just around the corner.

Or walking through a door...

in a nice suit
with a big ol' cigar.

- Same guy who funnels money
under the table to Gerhardt

has her killed moments
after she wins,

and then is out for a stroll

the next day?
[cell phone buzzing]

I mean, what gives?

- Something fucked-up
when we find out, no doubt.

Robert?
- Yeah.

Hector!
God damn it.

- You're on speaker.
Fischer's on the move.

You want April solo?
- Yeah, yeah.

I need you back at base camp

to help me with Hector.

I can't do my job

and babysit him
at the same time.

I'll get you back out
as soon as I can.

And give April your firearm.
Fischer carries.

I don't need to give you
the standard lecture,

do I, April?
- No, sir.

- There's not enough people

to go around today.

- We'll get it done.

[crowd chanting]

U.S.A. go home!

all: U.S.A. go home!

- U.S.A. go home!
all: U.S.A. go home!

[chanting continues outside]

[elevator bell dings]

[conversing in German]

♪

- What?

- Keep that mouth
of yours in check.

Provoke the Foreign Minister
and--

[knocking]

Hello, Georg.
Welcome.

Richard Hanes. We haven't
had the pleasure yet.

- Esther Krug.

- It won't last for long
at this rate.

Please, we are short
on time today.

- He doesn't fancy deputies.
Don't take it personally.

- Esther.
You first.

- The situation outside speaks
for itself,

and it will only get worse.

I have been ordered
by the Chancellor

to break liaison
with your station.

- This will be
the last communication

between BfV and CIA
until further notice.

Berlin Station is declared
persona non grata.

- Great,
we're all just going to lose

our fucking heads along
with the protestors outside?

- You're speaking
to the Foreign Minister here.

- Thanks, Stefan.

I'm pretty much boned up

on everyone
in the Bundestag.

- Watch it, Kirsch,

or I'll kick you out of
this office before they do.

- You will be the first to go,
Richard.

The Embassy has 12 hours
to turn over Hector DeJean,

or you all will be on
the first flight home tomorrow.

- Pending investigations
and questions of complicity,

criminal charges
are a possibility.

- Georg, this is crazy.

We don't have DeJean.
We weren't involved.

- Hector DeJean stands accused
of a crime he did not commit.

- Says who?
Hector DeJean?

- We have testimony
from the Ganz daughter

that they were
planning it together,

and eyewitness accounts
that place him at the Messe

right before the shooting.

- Planning, planning, Esther.

Do you have any idea
how many people

probably wanted
Katerina Gerhardt dead?

We have proof...

who did the deed.

- Who?

- To share the details
of that

with you now
would be premature.

- Suit yourself.

Your resources are limited
along with your time.

- The people want blood,
Richard.

I suggest you give them DeJean
before they get it.

♪

[crowd chanting outside]

- I can't give 'em
what we don't have.

No.

- Yeah, he's here.

In the Station.

Got trapped last night
when the news broke.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

DeJean is under my roof?

- And that's the good news.

The bad news is,
your buddy, Nick Fischer,

he put the hit out on Gerhardt.

- Fischer?

Get out of here.

He'd have given his lunch money
to the PfD if he had to.

- If he had to
reinforce his front.

- This is crazy.
Nick Fischer?

- Welcome to intelligence,
ambassador.

The thing we have to do now is

find out who Fischer's
in league with.

My money is on Josef Emmerich.

- What if Fischer is doubling
for the Moscow?

Russian interference
over here, too?

- Well,
I vote for World War III.

[cell phone buzzing]
[car alarm chirps]

- Hello?
- Where are you?

- Uh, I'm on my way
to the office.

- Would you mind swinging
by your old office?

I need a favor.

- What are you doing here?

- What do you think?

Is Hector upstairs?

- [sighs]

- Fortunately, I know you
better than I know Robert.

- Esther--
- What?

You have proof?

- It's complicated.

- No.

It's actually very simple.

We need Hector by nightfall,

or I can't--
- Or what?

This is good-bye?

- Please, don't do this.

It's not my choice.

- We just need
a little more time.

- Look outside.
You don't have time.

- Esther, please.

[elevator bell dings]

[tense music]

♪

- So we all go on trial
for this?

- If they decided to press
collective charges,

and hold the Station
accountable.

- Right, so sounding more and
more hopeful every second.

- I need some real food, man.

I can't eat
this vending machine shit.

- You need to shut
the fuck up and listen,

is what you need to do.

- All right.

- Hanes and I just met
with the Germans.

- [sighs]

And?

- They want us to
hand you over by tonight

or this Station gets the boot.

- Great.

Great, so--so Esther Krug
finally gets her chance

to bury me alive.

- Hector,
there's a crowd outside

that wants your head
on a pike.

- And the BfV apparently
has more

than Lena Ganz's testimony.

- [chuckles]
Of course they fucking do.

They can easily tamper
with any evidence they want to.

Right?

What do you have on Fischer?
- Working on it.

- Well, work on it faster,
Robert.

What are you doing here
wasting your fucking time?

- What about the tunnels?
We could get him out that way.

Say he escaped.
- Oh, so what--what--

so I run around like
a fucking fugitive

for something I did not do?

- But you were
about to do it, Hector.

You wanted to do it.

You're what's landed us in
this shit in the first place.

We all have you to thank
for that.

- Oh, you're welcome.
What--for--

for closing the deal
with Otto Ganz,

for bringing in the shooter?

You're not my fucking boss
anymore!

Fuck you!

♪

Somebody just...

let me sail off
into the sunset.

Let you all get on
with your lives.

♪

[knocking]

- He's starting to calm down
a little bit.

- April has eyes on Fischer
at the Gerhardt memorial.

Valerie has ears on Josef,
who's headed there now so...

- You want me to get back
out there?

- Please.

[indistinct chatter]
[car horn honking]

[thudding on the car]

- Oh, come on, asshole.

[louder thudding]
I don't even work here anymore.

[crowd shouting]

- Look, I've pitching you

on the cyber-surveillance stuff
for weeks,

but you're a people guy,
Steven, I know that.

More dialogue than data.

- You want me
to convince Hector

to hand himself over
to the Germans?

- And save Berlin Station
in the process.

- [sighs]

- Sounds like the redemption
of Steven Frost to me.

- Oh, really?

I would think
that Richard Hanes

could use a little redemption
right about now, no?

- I never should have trusted
Nick Fischer.

I know that now.

I fucked up
and I need your help.

This is as close as
I come to groveling.

- I don't have clearance
to enter the Station.

- That's a mere
phone call away.

What you do have is the respect
of your former subordinates.

- In theory.
Look, Richard...

the last time Hector
and I saw each other--

at least let me say,
it didn't go well.

And more to the point...

I'm not gonna step
on Robert's toes with this.

He's Acting Chief.

- For another ten hours

if something doesn't give.

- [sighs]

- I think Kirsch would let you
dance all over him

if it meant saving his job.

- Hector's not going
to listen to me.

He's just not.

And why would I want
to convince him

in the first place?

- Because the future
of American intelligence

in Europe might depend on it?

This is not the time to lose
our foothold here, Steven.

Germany cuts us off,
others will follow.

♪

Let DeJean have his day
in court if he's so innocent.

- What do you got?

- Looks like a dead drop.

Message card from flowers
next to his.

How does he know
which card to pull?

- You know,
if I was a betting man

I'd say it's the same florist.

Let's circle back to the shop
after Emmerich shows his face.

If we get lucky, it leads us
to Fischer's contact.

- I'll get the car.

[suspenseful music]

♪

♪

♪

♪

- Fischer's approaching
Emmerich.

- I was hoping we could meet
before I fly out tonight.

- It's a busy day,
as you can imagine.

- He's nervous.

- Daniel,
what's the body language?

- Emmerich looks uneasy.

- I don't think this is
a meeting you'll want to miss.

- What time?

- 4:00.

I'll send a car.

- They're both leaving.

We think Fischer
may have picked up

a message at the memorial.

Dead drop
in an adjacent bouquet.

Our guess is, whoever left it
for him is using

the same florist so Fischer
would recognize the card.

I'm gonna follow it up.

- Who do you think
the tail was?

- I don't know.
He looked German.

- Josef's contact in the BfV?

- Maybe.

[sniffles]

- Do you think he's on to you?

- I don't know.
It's hard to tell.

- Robert wants to be patched
into the SCIF.

Need a moment?

- [chuckles]
No, I do not.

[door opens]

[door closes]

- I need a secure line.
Get out.

- So what do you make
of Fischer's gambling jaunts

to Macao while he was
stationed in Cambodia?

- A man with a gambling habit.

Get out.

- So the Chinese mafia
served his head

on a platter to Beijing,

this could just be him doubling

to cut off the American hand
in Gerhardt's victory.

- I'll put that
in the same hopper

as the Ambassador's
Russian theory.

- Okay,
so do you have a theory?

Or are you still working on--
- You know what?

Hector.

I put my kid on an airplane
this morning.

If I need a fucking
surrogate 13-year-old,

I'll let you know.

- You're such a dick, Robert,

which makes my continued
affection for you a mystery

and a conundrum.

[door opens, closes]

- Fischer obviously wants
to control the meeting

if he's sending a car
for Emmerich.

- Which means
we'll have to piggyback

and take control of it.

Valerie?

- I started this.
I intend to finish it, Robert.

- Where are you with Fischer,
by the way?

- Deep inside a mind-fuck.

Daniel and April
may have a lead.

We'll see.

Keep me posted.

- I have a hunch
I know how you're feeling,

and it's not good.

- [scoffs]
Josef played me.

- So, let's make him pay.

[tense music]

[man yelling in German]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd booing]

[cheers and applause]

[cheering]

[elevator bell dings]

- Steven.
- Hey, Robert.

- What are you doing here?

- I want him to DeJean.

We're pulling out
all the stops.

- I already told you
Hector won't listen,

and we're pulling
all the stops out as we speak.

- Good, in the meantime,
maybe he'll listen more

to his former boss
than his current one.

- And maybe you don't know what
the fuck you're talking about.

- Jesus, all right,
come on, come on.

Can we please--
- Come on--

- No, let's stay on
the same page,

today of all days.

It's your call.
- It's my call.

- No, Richard, it's not
your fucking call, stop.

Stop pulling rank like you got
some God damn twitch,

and put some faith
in those under you

who've dedicated their lives
to public service

and not been handed
an ambassadorship

because they wrote a big
fucking check to the president.

[sighs]

- Robert, this is your turf,
not mine.

But I think it's worth a shot
to let Steven talk with DeJean.

What do you say?

♪

- Yeah.

Sure.

- Thank you.

- [clears throat]

- Are you sure you want to step
back inside this place?

- Uh, yes and no.

♪

- Take this.
- Thanks.

- Last night it was Hector.
Now you.

You ready?

[telephones ringing]

Home sweet home.

Let's go.

♪

- Welcome back, Chief.

♪

[door opens]

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- [sighs]

He's next.
I'm just the warm-up act.

[door closes]

- So, this was his idea, right?
- Rob? No.

[chuckles]
God, no.

He's got about as much hope
in this as I do.

- Oh, so what's the hope?

You talk some sense into me,
I turn myself in,

and this shit goes away,
right?

- Um...yeah,
something like that.

- Esther Krug has wanted me

out of this equation the moment
I stepped foot back in Berlin.

Once she gets her hands
on me, it's over.

She will control
the investigation,

she will tamper
with evidence,

and she will lock me up

and make me swallow
the fucking key.

- Okay.

Okay, here's what you do.

You wait a day.

And then you shit it out.
- [laughs]

- It's a prison trick.

- So, how have you been?

- [chuckles] Me?
Well, you know...

ah, second lease on life,

second career, second beard,

second home in Provence, it's--

- Where you will pull
a Van Gogh

in a field of sunflowers?

- Oh, God, don't give me ideas.

- Heard you had
your own little role

in the sidelines recently,
too.

- You know, Hector,
a few weeks ago,

I thought that I missed
this game so bad

I'd do anything to get back in.

Now, I'm not so sure.

- Yeah, I didn't think
I'd miss it at all

until I got roped back in.

- Once a spy, always a spy,
huh?

- You didn't come here
to feed me clichés.

So, come on.

Give me the hard sell.

Martyrdom or bust, right?

- "Saint Hector" doesn't really
have a ring to it...

you know.

- No, it doesn't.

Not after the shit I've done.

- Hey.

What if this is
one of those times in life

where the only way
around something...

is to go right through it.

♪

- Are you advising me
to through in the towel?

- In every way.

But one.

- It's tiny.
Just one employee.

And not much room
for distraction.

- Transactions on a hard drive?

- Yeah, looks like it.

- Well, I'll...

I'll run interference,

make a big thing
about the arrangements,

didn't trust you
to make the right choice.

I'll make her show me
everything.

You'll have plenty of time
to copy the hard drive.

- Why do I get the feeling this
is how you always buy flowers?

- [sighs]

[keys jingle]

Something's wrong
with the keys.

They're not working.

- No, I had the lock changed.

Come in.

[dark music]

♪

I'd like my cuff links back.

These are CIA property.

Not mine.

- And who told you that?

The man you had tailing me
this morning?

- I told you I couldn't have
any liabilities.

- Was he a friend, sympathizer
from the BfV, I'm guessing?

- What a fool I was

to take you
for a sympathizer last night.

- No, I genuinely felt for you,
Josef.

Until I found your phone
in the safe

that you used
to contact Otto Ganz.

- You lied to me.

The past few days, all a sham.

- That makes two of us.

So, I guess we're even.

That terror plot,
it wasn't Katerina.

It was you.

- Says who?
Katerina?

She's dead.

- No, says the phone call
that you made to Ganz

while he was in Spain
cutting a deal

with two of
my fucking officers.

What?

Killing Katerina wasn't enough?
Might be my turn now?

- What are you talking about?

- We know Nick Fischer
pulled off that hit.

Under your orders.
- My orders?

Nick Fischer?

You fucking Americans.

Still running around the city
like you own it.

70 years after the war!

[scoffs]
Get out of my house!

Get out of my country!

You and your fucking weapons.

It was a false terror plot.

Nothing was ever meant
to happen beyond their arrest

after the weapons exchange.

- Well, good luck with
that story holding up in court.

Ridding your party
of extremists like Otto Ganz,

I get.

Framing an innocent women

for a terror attack
just because she was in bed

with American donors,
I do not get.

- Germany has been taking
handouts from America

ever since the end of the war.

It was time for sacrifice.

- Yeah,
well this isn't a handout.

This is a fucking chokehold.

We need to find out
why Fischer did this.

- Go and ask him.
- He met with you

at the memorial,

and he approached you
about a meeting, did he not?

- I won't be going to that.

- Oh, yes, you will.

Because if you don't cooperate,

I'll make fucking sure
that your career is finished.

I promise you.

- So, this is where
we conduct business now?

- It's not as secure
as I'd like,

but the view is better.

I'll never get used
to no windows.

- I think maybe you just like
the image of the precipice

we're perched on at the moment.

- We haven't fallen yet.

- True.

Daniel and April have gotten

into the database
at the florist shop.

They are looking
for any contacts

that might connect
to Nick Fischer.

- Valerie has Josef dead
to rights,

but she doesn't believe
it's him.

- No, that's because there's
a whole other party involved,

whoever Fischer is
in league with.

- NSA on it?

- No, they're in total
shut down mode.

It, um...

It looks like I'm gonna have to
eat shit and go to Hanes.

See if his
cyber-surveillance leviathan

is everything he's cracked
it up to be.

- [sighs]

Want some good news?
- Yes, please.

- Valerie turned Josef.

He's agreed to wire up
for a meet with Fischer.

- Well done, Valerie.
And you?

I never should have doubted
her playing ball with him.

- Oh, I'm not one
to say I told you so.

[chuckles]

- Rule number one...

let Fischer do most
of the talking.

Don't ask
any leading questions.

It's up to us to follow up,

find the truth,
not yours in the moment.

- You make it sound like
I want to do this.

- Do you want this guy
to go down or not?

Rule number two,
absolutely no show of emotion.

No anger, no disdain,
no blood thirst.

Absolutely nothing.

- What about you?

No show either?

I thought we had something.

- You thought you could use me
to bring Katerina down,

that's what you thought.

- No.

At first, yes.
But then...no.

[cell phone buzzing]

Car's here.

[indistinct shouting]

- To what do I owe the honor of
being invited into your lair?

- A few weeks ago you said
you wanted in on things.

Well, I'm bringing you in.

- If this is in the spirit
of "better late than never,"

I think
you're cutting it close.

- The NSA can't help, so...

- So you come to my side?

- Actually,
I was thinking that...

you and I could meet somewhere
more in the middle.

What do you say?

- Only way to get anything done
these days.

We should have taken
that position a few weeks ago.

- Agreed.

- Where's DeJean?

- I have him on a leash.

[tense music]

- Josef just left.

He's getting into
a black SUV.

Bravo Hotel Kilo 7916.

♪

♪

- We're on him.

♪

Meet point is the
Arminiusmarkthalle in Moabit.

- Almost there.

♪

- One day soon you won't be
able to stand alone

like this in public without
your supporters mobbing you.

Chancellor Emmerich?

Come on, let's take a walk.

- What, is he taking him
on a damn tour?

- He's being cautious.

- No, he's being paranoid.

We're headed around back.

- You almost sound happy
about the turn of events.

- You could say we have
a vested interest

in your success.

- Who's "we"?

Same group of Americans

that wined and dined Katerina?

- All in due time.

- I don't like Josef's tone.

Fischer's gonna spook.

- Let me guess, you want
to offer me the same deal

Katerina took.

Help fund the PfD

if I help turn Uncle Sam
into Big Brother.

Germany is worth more to me
than a blank check.

- I couldn't agree more,
Josef.

I assure you I am not here
on behalf of Uncle Sam

or Big Brother.

It is proper allegiance

to Fatherland
that we care about,

whatever the country.

"Vaterland" no?

- What the hell
is he talking about?

- Is this guy the Naziest
of them all?

- Starting to sound that way.

- We knew of Katerina's
other priorities.

Her own career.
Her popularity.

- Then why support her?

- Because she was our best
chance of helping the PfD

gain a foothold in Parliament.

But at the end of the day,
she was too soft.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah.
- Jacob.

We have an account
I need you to run down.

- Sure thing.
Give me a second.

- Are you going to tell me
what this account is?

- Belongs to a regular customer
at a florist.

Activity coincides with your
boy Fischer's trips to Berlin.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning whoever owns
the account is likely involved

in the hit
on Katerina Gerhardt.

- Okay, I'm ready.
Give me the digits.

- Stop bullshitting me.

Tell me who or we are done.

- What is he doing?
- God damn it.

♪

- [chuckles]
Okay.

Sure.

Do you want me to enunciate it
for them, too?

Who's listening, Josef?

You toothless piece of shit.

- Valerie.

♪

- I told my people
you couldn't be trusted.

You call yourself
a nationalist,

but you won't go the distance
for the cause.

- Unlike you?

Murderer.

♪

[coughing]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Josef.

- He's exiting
the side entrance.

Getting on a motorbike.

Can't see the number plate.

[horn beeping]

Coming your way,
coming your way, copy.

- We're on it.
Let's go, let's go.

[tires screeching]

♪

[horns honking]

♪

- Where the fuck is he?

[tires screeching]

♪

- Shit, he 180'ed.

- Hold on.

[car horns blaring]

- Hey, stay down!
Fuck.

[gunshot]

I owe you one.

You okay?

What the fuck?

- Isn't that Esther Krug's
deputy?

- I've got something.

It's not good.

Stefan Heidrich

of the BfV.

- Fuck me.

- That asshole who sat
in my office?

He's in league with Fischer?

- And that may only be the tip
of the iceberg.

[approaching footsteps]

- Anything?
- Not yet.

But I believe
this rogue network

goes beyond Nick Fischer
and Stefan Heidrich.

- [panting]

- Is the part where I'm suppose
to give myself a break?

- No, it's the part where
you're supposed to

pat yourself on the back.

- I just killed a BfV Officer.

- Who would have killed me
if you hadn't done your job,

so thank you.

- It was self-defense, April.

And great instincts.

- I break contact
with your Station,

and you kill my deputy?
- There's a bunch of stuff

you don't know.
We need to talk.

- What are you talking about?
- Not here, come on, let's go.

♪

- Okay, what I'm about
to tell you is the truth,

and I need you to trust me
on this.

- Just say it.

- Last night we learned
that one of our officers

stationed out in Norway

was behind the assassination
of Katerina Gerhardt.

- What does this have to do
with Stefan?

- We chased our officer
into that tunnel,

but he got away
thanks to a decoy.

Stefan was the decoy.

- Is this your strategy?
- No.

- Share the blame?
- No.

It's not a strategy,
Esther.

Stefan was in on this.

One of your officers was behind
the assassination plot.

- That's what doesn't
make any sense.

- I know, it's the same for us.

Nick Fischer, one of ours,

pumping illegal funds
into the PfD coffers.

- Who else was involved?

- We don't know
if it stops at these two

or whether there are
more involved,

but we do know
that it was not Hector.

- Okay.

So is this where you burn me
to save yourselves.

- That's not what I'm saying,

but swapping
one rogue CIA officer

for another does not
spell salvation.

- Then what are you saying?
- I'm asking you

if you still want
to scapegoat Hector on this

knowing what you know?

- What do you suggest?

We go public with this,

it could ruin all of our
careers, not just mine.

- Oh, fuck our careers.
What about the truth?

We let some white supremacy
jihadists run riot

just so that we could save
our jobs?

- There is no time.

The deadline for Hector
is almost up.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[crowd shouting, cheering]

all: U.S.A. go home!

[fireworks exploding]

[fireworks, cheering continue]

- Hector's made a decision.

Join us in the SCIF.

[tense music]

♪

- As if I can ever be
Hector DeJean again.

- You've been playing
a shell game.

Hector, Thomas Shaw,
Andrew Chevalier.

It was just a matter of time
before it caught up with you.

- It's the right move, Hector.

- You're done chiming in?

- It's a crazy form of justice,
but, hey.

[door opens]

- Esther Krug is on the line.

- Time's up.

- All right.

Give them what they want.

[elevator bell dings]

[crowd outside chanting]

♪

[crowd chanting]

- [speaking German]

♪

[gunshot]

[siren wailing]

[solemn music]

♪

[priest speaking in German]

♪

- What are you doing here?

- I thought you could probably
use a visitor.

Katerina Gerhardt had nothing
to do with any of it.

The planned attack.

Father's death.
None of it.

- What do you mean?
- She was set up.

We've both been had
to some extent.

- [speaking German]

♪

Amen.

- So, this is where we meet
from now on?

- Oh, you'll get used to
a variety of locations.

- All as pleasant as this one?

Perfect.

No power.

- Karma's a bitch.

- Not the only one in the room.

- No, maybe not.

But I am the one in charge.

Your cooperation moving forward
is essential.

- Now you resort to blackmail.

- I really wish you'd left me
with another choice.

♪

- Word is, there's an entire
underground network

of their kind.

Rogue intelligence agents

looking to push
the far right agenda.

We got a hit on a figure
fitting Fischer's profile

in Cape Town.

- That's their base?
- Or his hideout.

We don't know.

But the brass wants us
to find out.

- Us?
- Come on, Steven.

You don't really mean
to tell me

you shaved your beard
on a whim.

Or was it a desire to return
to the Steven Frost

of yesteryear?

- Give it some time.

We'll be back on our feet.

- Time?
Seems like an eternity

since you told us
we needed a win.

- At a bigger price
than I anticipated.

- We got a win, though.

Even though it was ugly.

- I'd say we did.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was it?

- Oh, you know.

He's in a better place.

As they say.

- And what place is that?

- God only knows.

- Did anyone give a eulogy?

- Why, you miss your chance
to say something nice?

- Let's not push our luck.

I did something nice.

- You did.

He's out of your life now.

- And what about you?

You seem to be heading
in the same direction.

- Do I?

I don't know.

[cell phone buzzing]

You want to go for a walk?

- You know we're not supposed
to be seen in public.

- Well,
there is a lot of things

we're not supposed to be.

♪

♪

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