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J37.

No way I'm going back there...

This is my chance.

I'm going west.

Follow me.

Where are you taking me?

What? Where are you going?

They'll kill me! They'll kill me!

Let me out!

Don't leave me here!

[indistinct shouting in distance]

Stop!

Diver!

You can't have him!

It's over, Nikolai.

Not for us.

Never.

Who are you?

Henrik would have never seen the dawn.

KGB would have sooner slit his throat than see him free.

Okay. Let's get you home.

Come on.

Instead, he returned to Estonia.

Their own Mandela.

Expelled the Soviets, declared independence,

and led them to the promised land.

Diver risked his life that night to save Henrik,

but he also had his own agenda.

More on that later.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

♪ She's a Yankee Doodle Dandy ♪

Yeah. That's right.

-♪ Yankee Doodle, do or die ♪ -July 4th.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday to your sad,

fading former superpower of a country.

I'll show you a superpower.

You know we...

We need to play it cool at the barbecue.

Tonight.

Strictly professional.

Hands off, okay?

I... I can't... I can't promise anything.

Seriously?

I mean, nonstop since you found this guy.

You don't actually think he was CIA, do you?

I don't know. A lot of what he says sounds legit.

Listen to this.

He was the CIA's go-to wet works man in Berlin

from '83, '84... up to the fall of the wall.

Those dates.

Diver was the best.

Diver would have been the one.

Daniel, please.

And then he just disappeared...

like smoke.

Now you're talking.

For your information...

I will gladly postpone

my 9:00 a.m. meeting with the undersecretary

for breakfast in bed with you.

You know the BfV probably still has the Stasi file on Diver

in the archives somewhere.

I know why you're doing this.

I get it.

But wanting something to be true doesn't make it so.

The years line up.

Berlin would have been his hunting ground.

You think Diver killed your mother?

She was killed with Lukas Becker, who was a traitor.

CIA wanted him dead.

Please.

As a favor for me.

That's a red line I can't cross.

Okay.

Oh, fuck it. Now I need to know.

I'll find out if Diver was real. Oh, I got a -- I got a surprise for you.

Happy birthday.

-Thank you. -'Cause I know you like presents.

I do.

I'm afraid.

-It'll blow your mind. Yeah?

I love it. Thank you.

I got some bad news for you now.

-You're not gonna make your 9:00 a.m.

Hey.

No. No.

Hey, Robert.

Fuck you, you fucking fuck!

Okay.

Okay. Okay, I love you, too.

Good morning, Chief. Happy Fourth.

Chief, I have COS Warsaw for you on the green line.

Thank you.

Karen.

How are the Poles treating you?

Good. Good.

Listen, Val, I just got a call you need to know about

from Rafael Torres, who's alone in Tallinn Station.

Says Russia's making a move on Estonia.

Well, I haven't heard anything about that,

but nationalists and Ethnic Russians

being at each other's throats is nothing new, is it?

He claims that advanced Russian forces are already embedded.

We'd like to hand it off to you.

Is this about Henrik Viiding?

He's back on his soapbox, inciting the nationalists,

and he'll have a big stage at their Centennial celebration.

Former PM, full-time folk hero.

Nobody can fault him for loving his country,

but he's got blinders on.

You know, Berlin Station bailed him out 30 years ago.

Please don't tell me that we're still his safe keeper.

Mmm, I'm afraid so.

You may need to go in and talk him down.

NATO is worried...

one of its own in Russia's cross hairs.

This is how it started in the Ukraine.

One good poke in the eye, and Estonia's next.

Okay, Karen.

We'll take it from here.

Next time you're in town, don't you dare forget

that you owe me a drink.

Happy Fourth, Val.

You too.

Today you join the Order of St. George.

Present yourself at the Kremlin,

your chin up,

and see the doors thrown open.

Lieutenant Colonel Anatoly Lebed,

my commander in Spetsnaz,

joined the Order in Chechnya.

We were all wounded,

every one of us.

The Colonel fought the enemy alone until reinforcements arrived.

This is occupied land.

Estonia may tolerate her Ethnic Russians,

but never fool yourselves into thinking they accept you.

They want you gone, they want you dead,

and they will come for you if you don't get to them first.

In the coming days,

you will be called upon to sacrifice.

To a glorious end.

Reunification with Mother Russia.

Well done. Well done.

Everything's in place.

I'll see you in the capital.

See you.

Rodion...

Someone's broken ranks.

Gunnar, Gunnar, Gunnar.

Just let me go home.

My men can only do so much.

You're Estonian,

you speak the language... and your heart beats Russian.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Nyea, nyea.

That's yours.

You've earned a place in the Order of St. George.

I can't kill.

It's not in me.

♪ Johnny's in America No tricks at the wheel ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Nice place. It's very swank.

You've been here before, haven't you?

-No. Never.

Well, I'm glad you're here now.

Irasshaimase, everybody!

-Hey, hey, hey! Hey, Happy Fourth!

Happy 4th of July. Okay, I got something for you.

-Oh. -Uh...

Fuck.

Yeah, your Japanese is no bueno.

Okay, well, that was a haiku.

And four years at Tokyo Station, I'll be dreaming in Japanese.

Okay. And I'll be there to visit

because the wasabi Kit Kats are the best.

You better.

Cheers.

Um, what the hell are those two trying to prove?

Who the hell do they think they're fooling?

Are we supposed to play along that we don't know they're a thing?

Yeah, I think we are.

-Oh, hi.

Oh, come on. We just bumped into each other in the elevator. Give me a beer.

Happy 4th of July.

Mmm. It's good.

I just got a night action from Estonia.

Ethnic Russians and Free Estonians

are at each other's throats again.

The situation on the ground is very unstable.

But why are we getting a distress call from Tallinn Station?

Because they're understaffed.

Practically shut down.

There's just one guy there, named Torres.

[man speaking Russian on television]

Happy Fourth of July, motherfuckers!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Ow!

♪ Happy birthday, dear America ♪

Now strong finish!

Strong finish! Everybody in the back!

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪

It's okay.

It's okay, friend.

Yeah, well, Henrik Viiding is making noises again

about pulling down Soviet monuments.

I get it. If I had to walk past

Robert E. Lee statues every day, I'd want to raise hell, too.

You know we didn't save that motherfucker's ass

from a Stasi jail cell that night just to get pulled

into a shooting war with Russia 30 years later.

Daniel, Robert, I want you both to go to Tallinn tomorrow,

and I want you to rendezvous with Torres.

And I want you to tell Henrik Viiding

to keep his hands off those Russian war memorials.

Don't poke the bear.

Big wars... they can start in small places.

Happy Fourth of July, motherfucker.

She's an agent of a foreign intelligence service, Daniel.

You know what you have to do.

-Valerie-- -No.

No, don't.

Known for a long time.

I'm actually very happy for you.

I'll clear her as soon as I get back. I promise.

Excuse me.

So, uh, Estonia is your last mission out of Berlin.

You know what? As a matter of fact, it is.

Valerie. We'll get him to listen.

Don't worry.

I'm counting on it.

-Hi! -Esther.

Thank you so much for coming.

Thank you for having me.

It really suits you, you know.

What, this? No, it's ancient.

No. Being in charge.

You make it look easy.

Well, you're not exactly wilting under the pressure, either.

Let's have a toast.

What are we toasting to?

America.

-To family. -To family.

-Cheers. -Come on!

-Cheers. -Prost. Prost. Prost.

Look, the embassy fireworks. Here we go.

Beautiful!

-Hey -Hey.

Diver.

He was real.

Did you get his file?

Lost when the wall came down.

Lost or taken?

I don't know.

Maybe Henrik knows. I'll ask him tomorrow.

You are late.

Howdy. Hi.

Where are you going?

Upstairs. We were told Torres would be waiting.

Hmm. No one's up there. Station's empty.

So, where is he?

What is this, Marine? Why is he off

It's a need-to-know basis, and I don't.

It's not far, down by the water.

-Know him some.

Beautiful. Well, this is it.

Why is he meeting us in a safehouse

Over here! Come on up!

You got to be shitting me.

Damn!

It's nice to see some friendlies.

-Torres.

Fuck you doing here?

The beefy motherfucker in the chair

beaten to a pulp behind me.

Oh, you mean him?

Ebony to my ivory.

Who signed off on this?

I did.

What the fuck's the matter with you?

We need to see your COS.

Uh, he's in Tampa.

Three-bedroom off the seventh green, living the dream.

Oh, buddy.

You've gone way the fuck upriver, haven't you?

Don't be shy.

You're among friends.

Fingertips.

They're burned off.

Where was this done?

Hmm?

Special Purpose Center at Senezh

Kubinka?

I don't understand.

No Russian.

No speak.

This man is wrong.

He's crazy.

Yeah, I'd have to concur. The Russians are already making a move.

Little green men in Estonia.

Saw a ghost in the street two weeks ago,

set up surveillance.

Haven't seen him since.

The guy's name is Sergei Basarov.

Know him from Homs and Aleppo.

Sniper.

Took out some good people.

Russian Special Forces?

Spetsnaz. No doubt.

The Russians are already here.

How'd you find this charmer?

Oh, I separated him from the herd.

Set up a trap.

Yeah? What did you use to bait him?

Me.

The chance to stomp a drunk American.

The bar where I found him was full of Ethnic Russians.

No one would pass that up.

So, you bagged this guy because he didn't kick your ass?

He showed military discipline by staying out of it.

He was the only one who laid back.

And he was the only one who wasn't wearing

a St. George ribbon.

Because he wasn't wearing a pro-Russian ribbon,

you think that he was Russian?

They love playing games.

You must be the runt of your unit.

This says he's Estonian. Says his name's Juho Spota.

Have you checked him out?

Yep. And...

It's valid.

I am metalworker.

I am metalworker!

-Metalworker. -I am metalworker.

Okay. We're out of here. We're gonna go talk to Henrik.

When we get back, this guy's gone.

Say it.

I need to hear you say it.

I'll release him.

But I'm not wrong!

With all due respect, you need to listen to us, Henrik.

Oh.

You spoil me, my dear Maret.

For my favorite customer? Anything.

Cup of tea?

Coming up, Henrik.

Just leave the fucking monuments alone, Henrik.

You have to try this. Best compote in Tallinn.

I'm...

Thank you, Henrik.

Delicious.

At the Centennial tomorrow,

we need your people to stand down. Do you know what you're asking?

That monument canonizes our oppressors, our murderers.

Twenty-nine years ago, we chased the Russians out,

but in their minds, they never left.

For '89, Henrik.

For all we've done for you, you owe us.

Emotions are raw.

We need you to leave the monuments untouched.

The Kremlin is watching.

Oh, fuck the Kremlin.

Thank you, dear.

Fine. Fuck the Kremlin.

But don't think for a second they'll eat shit

while you humiliate them.

"We will protect every NATO ally."

President Obama's words delivered right here on the Square.

He promised the U.S. would come to our defense. He sat right where you are sitting and promised me personally.

Yeah, well, that was a lifetime ago.

The world has changed, and so has America.

You all right?

No. I haven't been right lately.

My wife is dragging me on holiday after Centennial.

So, do we have your word about tomorrow?

Lead your people once again.

They need you. So do we.

Sofia Vesik.

-Hey. -Meet my friends.

Hi.

Do your friends have names?

I'm Daniel. This is Robert.

-Robert.

CEO of Tervik Systems, uh, Employee Number 3 at Skype,

Ten million followers at Twitter.

He's exaggerating... worse than my parents.

Sofia! -She's a force of nature.

Tell them about your "Sama Kaart" program.

Maybe some other time.

Good to meet you.

Any friend of Henrik's...

Bye.

I'll do what I can to put the pin back in the grenade,

but I'm the old guard.

She might not know it yet,

but the next Prime Minister of Estonia

is sitting right over there.

It must be a hard season for CIA,

battling the ire of your allies around the world.

You can still trust us, Henrik.

I hope you know that.

Tell us about Sofia.

Can she be brought into our tent?

You mean America's?

No, we mean ours.

Well, she can't be bought.

CIA will only have her loyalty

if she's persuaded it's best for Estonia.

Is that how Diver brought you into the fold?

You knew him, didn't you?

My name is in the history books.

But he's the one who should be remembered.

Please, Henrik, would you honor us with a picture?

Oh. Yeah. Sure.

100 more years.

-Okay, good one.

Thank you, Henrik.

We were talking about Diver, Henrik. Wait a minute. You all right? You want to sit down?

Do you see that?

Henrik?

Halos.

Okay! They're beautiful!

We need to get an ambulance, Daniel.

-I'm gonna go get help. Give us some room.

We were with him when he collapsed.

-10, 15 minutes.

You got to do something.

I'm sorry. You need to wait over there.

Un-fucking-believable.

No one else around, just us two,

you can talk to me.

Fuck you.

I don't speak Russian.

Your name.

Who are you, asshole?

Juho Spota.

You just answered a question asked in Russian,

Einstein.

Tell Sergei I'm coming.

Fuck.

Was he still breathing when you arrived?

No, it doesn't look good.

Okay, if he dies, what's the next domino to drop?

Unclear.

You know, a country in mourning could snuff out the fire itself

or light an even fucking bigger one.

And what does Torres think?

You know, he's seeing little green men...

Russian operatives blending into the population.

Well, worked in Ukraine, didn't it?

You have no idea.

I don't... I don't think we can trust this Torres.

He's a... He's a liability.

You know, I spoke to his CO in Homs,

and he said his IQ was off the charts,

even if he does use some rather unconventional methods.

And Henrik... I've seen a heart attack.

This was... This was different.

Robert, what are you saying?

What, you think he was poisoned?

Hang on a second. The doctor's coming.

My team worked tirelessly,

but there was nothing that could be done.

Henrik Viiding passed of cardiac arrest

at exactly 18:39.

Oh, shit. He's dead.

What's our exposure?

Minimal. We can handle it.

Robert, we need answers. Please get them.

That was way more than just a heart attack.

We need to get to the body and get a sample.

Excuse me.

Uh, the men who brought Henrik in?

They're right over there.

I'll see if I can get to him.

Thank you.

No one enters today. Come back tomorrow.

Shouldn't that be covered?

What the hell's in there?

Evening, Ms. Tamm.

Can you believe it? Henrik.

Terrible.

Katja.

Sergei?

Excuse me. Are you hungry?

Thank you, yes. If it's not too much trouble...

It's no trouble. These are beautiful, Katja.

You did well.

Your brother...

I hear he is becoming a good Russian soldier.

We're very proud.

You should be.

Gunnar is not answering his phone. I talk to him every day...

Training.

Working very hard.

All of us are.

You'll see him soon.