All language subtitles for Berlin.Station.S01E01

♪♪

♪ Johnny's in America

♪Low techs 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

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Elevator dings ]

Clear so far.

[ Ominous music plays ]

[ Tires screech ]

Four coming your way.

Got it, thanks.

[ Alarm ringing ]

[ Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A. ]

[ Excited chatter ]

[ Alarm continues ]

[ Suppressed gunshot ]Aah!

[ Woman screams ]

[ Chatter ]

Where is it?

Where is it, Daniel?

[ Birds shrieking ]

[ Shrieking continues ]

[ Animals calling ]

[ Radio static ]

[ Radio chatter and static ]

Woman:
...another CIA breach.

Have you heard of Thomas Shaw?
Well, he's the source...

Man: You say jihadi.
I say Maserati.

[ Radio chatter continues ]

Woman: ...and they're not
telling the truth.

Thomas Shaw is exactly
what we need right now.

He needs to know.

[ Buzzer ]

-Is he on yet with Langley?
-Almost.

No interruptions.
-Thanks, Sheila.

Out. I'm on with the deputy
in three.

In two.
-It's about Thomas Shaw.

You can't keep avoiding
my memos on this.

Au contraire, Daniel,
I can, and I will.

I tracked a pattern in
the digitized sign-in logs

at the Berlin newspaper that
have been publishing his leaks.

Oh, Jesus.

You know, I pegged you
for a loner,

not a freaking stalker.

Claudia Gartner,
German national.

I think she is the courier

between Thomas Shaw
and the reporter.

Claudia just paid another visit
to the newspaper.

I am telling you
Shaw is about to strike.

-Get the hell out of here.
-Fine.

Woman:
Jemma Moore on the line, sir.

When the next Shaw leaks drops
in two days time,

you're buying.

Ma'am, I apologize.
I will leave you two be.

What's this about Thomas Shaw?

Peter can
explain everything.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Mid-tempo Latin music plays ]

Un otro, por favor.

-Una margarita, por favor.
-Bueno.

You look like
you could use the company.

Matthew.

Katherine.

What brings you to Panama,
Matthew?

I work in finance
like everybody else.

-Gracias.

Sí.

Woman: We return now
for breaking news coverage.

Man: The CIA has taken
another hit.

A new leak from anonymous
whistleblower Thomas Shaw

has targeted the U.S. Embassy
in Berlin.

It's hometown
to Shaw's mouthpiece,

journalist Ingrid Hollander
of theBerliner Zeitung.

The Berlin newspaper
has published

damning information
on CIA tactics.

The details are emerging
of midnight disappearances

of suspected terrorists...

Your name's not Katherine,
is it?

No, it isn't, Daniel.

Woman:
A hurricane upgraded...

The Deputy Director was
impressed with your prediction.

She wants you on Shaw's trail
starting with the courier.

Your mission will be solely
under her purview.

Your colleagues
at Berlin Station,

they'll take it
as a normal transfer.

You'll have one week
to begin investigating,

and the station will think
you've just arrived.

Berlin.

Mm-hmm.

Back to your roots.

You're on the next plane.

Wow.

Thanks for the margarita.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Crow caws ]

[ Dishes clink ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

♪♪

[ Man speaks indistinctly
over P.A. ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Air hisses ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Riverrun,
past Eve and Adams...

Jemma: From swerve of shore
to bend of bay.

What's your status?

It's only been a week.

I've seen nothing that looks
like contact

between the courier
and Thomas Shaw.

I hope you're right about this connection.

Listen, Shaw has dropped
four leaks in two months.

Warsaw, Bucharest, Sao Paulo,
and Berlin.

I'm the only person who's found
a connection between them.

Shaw's courier is here,

operating out of Berlin.

Good luck tomorrow.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Techno music playing ]

[ Music continues ]

Hector.

It looks like
you could need a coffee.

Let me buy you one.

Come this way.

So, uh, what's so important
we have to meet on the street?

The brothers crossed
into Syria yesterday --

meeting with Islamic State
representatives.

Are you certain?

I suppose they'll want to see
the operations themselves

before promising any funds.

So the brothers are gonna enjoy
some ISIL hospitality,

write a few fat checks,
then home to Uncle Crown Prince.

[ Scoffs ]
Thank you.

Next time, we meet
at the safe house, okay?

Okay, what's wrong?

After two years,
you ask that.

Don't make me say the words,
Hector.

♪♪

-This way, sir.
-Morning.

Thank you.

[ Detector beeps ]

Here you go.

Daniel Miller,
Office of Regional Affairs.

[ Elevator dings ]

-Daniel.
-Hi.

Hi. Valerie Edwards.
Welcome to Berlin.

Pleasure.

How was your flight?

Oh, redeyes and I
don't really get along.

Well,
you'd never know it.

Let's get you a cup of
government coffee.

[ Buzzer ]

So, what's the fallout
since the Shaw leak?

Well, we're on thin ice
with the Germans.

So until everything settles,

everybody has to be
at their most charming.

Do my best.

[ Buzzer ]

Thomas Shaw be damned.

This station still runs
like a Swiss watch.

It can also be
an insane asylum.

You didn't hear that
from me.

Case in point, your esteemed
predecessor, Gerald Ellman.

Don't let the stiff look
fool you.

Put a couple of rounds in him,
and he softens like wax.

-Agota, give me a moment. Hey.
-Hey.

-Give me five.
We'll talk transition.
-You got it.

It's more than a few,
as you know.

Are you kidding me?
God damn it.

Who do I have to fuck
around here

to get a network connection
for Chrissakes?

Valerie.
-And this is Robert Kirsch.

-Daniel Miller.
-Hi there.

Your reputation
precedes you.

Oh.
What's my reputation?

Deputy Chief, sir.

-Welcome to Berlin.
-Thank you.

Valerie.
Johnson!

So...

Moscow, Panama.

Slum it up in the field
for a tour, then S.I.S.?

Then the White House.[ Chuckles ]

Well, a decade as an analyst
certainly doesn't hurt.

You might understand better
than some of these hotshots

what we're supposed
to be doing.

If you say so.

Apparently, you learned German
the right way.

You grew up here?

Yeah, my father was stationed
at Andrews Barracks until '84.

Military intelligence.

That gives a boy something
[chuckling] to live up to, no?

So they say.

Good memories?

Frankfurter Wurstchen.
Kirschorte.

Mom taking me to the park
to play soccer.

How old were you
when she died?

8.

Well, headquarters must have
a rather cruel sense of irony

sending you back here
just for a promotion.

I don't think headquarters knows
what irony is.

Well, you are verylucky to be
inheriting Gerald's agents.

He spent a long time
recruiting them.

[ Telephone beeps ]

Valerie Edwards.

Hang on.
-Just --

When he's done shaking hands
with the Germans,

I will introduce you
to Steven Frost.

-Thank you.
-Excuse me.

Danke schoen.

[ Chuckles ]

Steven.

It would still be warm
if you were on time.

If you're not used to me
by now, Hans,

you're never going to be.

How's Ulrich?

Irritable, irritating.

Now he wants a child.

No.
Mm-hmm.

Well, you wouldn't be
the worst father.

So, let's cut to the chase.

Have you seen today's
Berliner Zeitung?

"Thomas Shaw and the end
of state secrets."

I mean, come on,
just kick me.

The last leak cost you the good
will of the Chancellor.

CIA moles
in refugee centers.

Steven, what were you
people thinking?

Aren't you glad we stopped
tapping your cellphone?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]

Well, well, well.

Look at you.

I thought you'd arrive
pale and meek,

a body sculpted
by La-Z-Boy.

You don't look a day
over 60.

You and me joined
at the hip again --

that's either fate
or a cosmically bad idea.

With you, Hector, it's one
and the same thing.

Robert: Hector!

You and me, drinks.

His feelings?

This isn't about me.

He wants to know how much
he's worth.

He wants me to show him
how important he is.

An officer in the Saudi General
Intelligence Directorate?

Fuck right,
he's important.

Faisal's giving me
an ultimatum.

He's giving usan ultimatum.

Okay, so, obviously
that's not an option,

so buy him a boyfriend.
This is fucking Berlin.

He's not out cruising,
Robert.

He's in love with me.

He's in love with you?

And this might be a condition
of him staying.

[ Beeping ]

So, why the move
to Budapest?

My wife's Hungarian.

She's traveled enough for me.
It's time to return the favor.

Besides, I don't I want
my sons hitting puberty

in anything-goes Berlin.

Well, I guess I got out
before the fun started.

Isn't that just too cute?

"I brake the law
for Thomas Shaw."

Here's my bumper sticker --

"I stop terrorist attacks
for ungrateful assholes."

Julian Assange, Edward Snowden,
Thomas Shaw --

add them up, they're still
a fucking zero.

[ Car alarm chirps ]Zero?

Yeah, end of the day,
we're still open for business.

We always have,
always will.

Case officers get blown.
Foreign agents rot in jail.

Years of intelligence gets
flushed down the toilet

all because of Shaw?
That's not zero.

No, he's a piece of shit,
I'll give him that.

He'll go away soon enough.

And then it's carry on,
cowboy.

Kevin.

Gerald: Kevin will be taking
over my casework.

Same arrangements
as always --

available
whenever you need him.

When Dieter calls,
it's priority number one.

Daniel: Okay.

Hans Richter is more worried
than he lets on

about the Thomas Shaw Leaks.

We're all worried.

Will Hans give us access,
finally?

We've been monitoring

the newspaper's
electronic traffic --

e-mails, search results,

everything that moves outside
their internal servers.

We began to see they were
fact-checking the leaks

before publishing the story.

Is there any traffic
right now?

I won't know
until Friday's meeting.

Why wasn't this
shared with us?

[ Chuckles ]

He hasn't met Hans.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

The country that catches Shaw
first, Kevin,

or whatever your name is,
gets all your files.

Not just CIA intelligence,

but files shared
by all client countries.

Hans didn't so much
as say it,

but I know he wants us
to drop the ax on someone.

It's like a-a token
accountability gesture

to make amends.

We were helping out
at a fucking refugee center.

Does that not count
for anything?

So what you're saying is,

is you want to fire somebody
at the bottom

who bore absolutely no
responsibility whatsoever?

That'sthe answer?

Well, what do you suggest?
Steven resigns?

You want me to quit?

Oh, no, not you, Robert.
Never.

What would we ever do
without you?

I know what you'ddo.

Enough, you two.
No one's going anywhere.

Who are you?

Daniel Miller.
I'm the new Deputy Liaison.

Here's my report
on Colander.

Wow.

Gerald took me to meet
with him today.

Day 1 and off
to the races, huh?

Keeper.

As in keep it up.
Don't let it go to your head.

Thank you, Daniel.

Thank you...Daniel.

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Children speaking
indistinctly ]

[ Crow caws ]

[ Tolling continues ]

[ Tolling stops ]

♪♪

Danke.

[ Beep ]

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

She's meeting with Hollander,
the journalist.

Looks like a hand-off
for the next Shaw leak.

You should brace headquarters.

[ Laughter,
techno music playing ]

Not the Berlin you remember,
right?

I was 12 when I left,
so not quite.

Give us a second.

Want to meet Shirley?

Who?

Shirley Pimple,
the Queen of Berlin.

You rang, darling?Hi, honey.

Shirley, this is Daniel.
Daniel, this is Shirley.

All Hector's friends,
undsoweiter.

I was hoping somebody had been
keeping him out of trouble.

I'm guessing
that's not you.

Depends on your definition
of trouble.

Oh.

Whoa, not the one
with the strawberry.

What?

I'm fucking with you.

Welcome home, Daniel.

[ Train tracks rattle
in distance ]

Woman: Good afternoon.

Another Thomas Shaw leak,

another day of damage control

for the Central
Intelligence Agency.

TheBerliner Zeitung
reported today

on a new set of
Thomas Shaw documents

that revealed the identity

of a German intelligence
operative

who's been on the CIA payroll
since 2012.

Just minutes ago, we witnessed
the arrest of Dieter Klaus,

ranking member of the Bundesamt fur Verfassungsschutz,

Germany's Office for the Protection of the Constitution.

Man: The second leak
in as many weeks

to expose CIA operations
in Berlin.

Holy shit, Gerald's fucked.

Let's get Gerald
to a safe house.

So what happens now?

We wait.

Man: Yeah. Just -- just put it
on the chair there, will you?

Man #2:
What's going on here?

[ Phone ringing ]

Shred these, please.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah,
I understand completely.

Yep. Okay.

[ Replaces receiver ]

We need to talk about
Gerald's transfer to Budapest.

The second that Gerald's
agent was outed,

the Budapest post
was off the table.

I'm not asking
for his PCS assignment.

I am asking that he stay
with his wife and children

in Budapest.
Budapest?

With all that intel
in his head?

You think Langley
would allow that?

No. No.

Gerald's going stateside
to be processed.

Three years minimum,
end of story.

Gerald has worked six stations
on three continents.

I think he's deserved a bit more
than a "fuck you."

Ooh.

You're lucky you're not
on a plane.

I'll let him know.

So...

What?

Are we next?

Not the time, Robert.

Really?

Feels like the fucking time
to me, Steven.

Steven?

[ Indistinct conversations,
phones ringing ]

Everyone, a moment, please.

Everyone.

Um, whoever Thomas Shaw is

he sure has it in
for Berlin Station.

We're the first to be hit twice,
and today we lost an agent.

But please,
let's not react from the gut.

First order of business
is to comb our assets.

Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.

I know we're all worried
about ourselves.

I understand -- human nature,
self-preservation.

We want to see if our dirty
laundry's gonna be hung out.

I get it.
I have one request.

If you're holding on
to something

that could damage you and
by extension, this station,

come to me with it first,

so we can get ahead
of this thing together.

I can't pretend that
I can save your job,

but I can promise you that
I will stand with you

because your honesty now
could save the rest of us.

Back to it then.

Woman: We here
at theBerliner Zeitung

applaud Thomas Shaw
for his bravery.

It takes great courage...[ Door opens ]

...to go up against the might

of the Central Intelligence
Agency

and criticize its methods.[ Door closes ]

But enough is enough.

Hi.

We are proud
to stand with Shaw

as he crusades for truth.

Oh, could you please turn
that fucking thing off?

Look, I'm not gonna insult you
by sugarcoating this.

With Colander blown,
it's just a matter of time

before he gives your name to the
Germans if he hasn't already.

I'm aware, Valerie.
Tell me about Budapest.

It's no longer an option.

Agota's waited years.

Her whole family's there.

This was our deal.

I know.

But if you go to Budapest,

Agota and the boys,
not just you,

will be living under a cloud
for the rest of your lives.

You could get plucked
off the streets,

and you know that
better than anyone.

[ Inhales sharply ]

I have a secure transport

waiting for you downstairs
to take you home.

And tomorrow,
I will drive you and Agota

and the boys
to the airport.

Valerie: Then D.C.

-[ Sighs ]
-Oh.

I hate it
when you're late.

I was tied up.
Valerie was like...

Shh, shh, shh.

Mm.

Later.
That's the rule.

We can't. I can't.
I can't.

-What? What?
-Not in this climate.

Can't what?

-[ Sighs ]
-Can't even look at me?

I'm trying not to be
a hypocrite.

[ Chuckles ] Since when
does a CIA employee

worry about hypocrisy?

Well, ever since Thomas Shaw
bopped into town.

I mean, come on.

How would you like it

if your name was dragged
through the press?

Hm?

Beside yours?

What are you scared of?

Oh, gee, I don't know.

That it'll be exposed that I'm
sleeping with my secretary.

Sandra. [ Sighs ]

You know what I mean.

Just go.

Sandra.
Go.

[ Cash register beeping ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Lock clicks ]

Where have you been?

You know how long
I've been here?

We should be
at the safe house.

[ Chuckles lightly ]

You're not looking at me,
Hector.

How much time do you think
I have left?

Take a breath, Faisal.

That's not what I want.

We -- we can't do this.

By whose rules?

People make them up in
air-conditioned offices.

They're not for us.

Not here.

I have to go.

I can't take this anymore.
We're done.

It's over, Hector.

Don't say that, please.Go. It's over.

No, no, don't say that.
Faisal.

Hey.

Come on.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Bell jingles ]

-Hello.
-Hello.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.

[ Coin clicks, machine whirs ]

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪♪

"Stop all deliveries."

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Friederike?

Oh, no.

Damn!
I was hoping it was you.

Blind date.
[ Chuckles ]

I hope it's not her.

Are you kidding me?

I just got stood up.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Can I...buy youa drink?

I'm fine.

Okay.
Have a good night.

Hey.

Excuse me?

[ Speaks German haltingly ]

It is not my night.

Stefan?

Stefan!

[ Speaks German ]

Uh...

Sure you don't want
another one?

[ Speaks German ]

Sure.

[ Speaks German ]

You, uh, new to Berlin?

Not exactly.

Danke schoen.

To being stood up.

Prost.

Prost.

Oh. [ Slurps ]

[ Laughs ]

It's not your night.
-That was very exciting.

[ Both laugh ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Where's Agota...
and the boys?

[ Engine starts ]

Will you, please?

[ Sighs ]

All set.

God, you look beautiful.

Thank you.

Shall we?

You look like
you've had the kind of day

a charity gala won't fix.

[ Woman speaking German]

[ TV mutes ]

When the leak came out
yesterday, for a moment,

I hoped your name would be
in the headline.

I mean, seriously, Steven.

[ Sighs ]

Losing a job that's brought you
so little happiness.

Maybe Herr Shaw is doing us
both a favor.

Would retirement
be so terrible?

I do look good
in tennis whites.

[ Chuckles ]

Provence --

that stale old dream.

[ Laughs ]

So, I get that you
really like Berlin.

Ah.

What's not to like?
[ Laughs ]

It's incredible art,
great night life, beautiful...

Oh. You're quite
the charmer, Kevin.

Dutch courage.
This helps.

[ Laughs ]

Where are you from?

I'm from here.

Army brat.

My parents demonstrated
against your parents.

Did they get
what they wanted?

Do any of us
get what we want?

I hope I'm pretty close.

Listen, can I -- can I confess
something to you?

Friederike doesn't exist.
I just --

I just wanted an excuse
to talk to you.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughs ]

I would invite you up, but I
have to be at work early.

Of course.

It was really nice
to meet you.

Can I -- can I take you out
on a proper date?

Maybe...dinner?

[ Both laugh ]

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow sounds good.

Good night.

[ Footsteps recede ]

[ Sighs ]

Listen, Hector.

The brothers you worry
so much about,

once they get back
to Riyadh,

I'd advise that they keep
a close eye on...

Aleksandre Iosava's
bank accounts.

He's laundering money
through gas stations.

Iosava, the Georgian.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Next week?

Has to be the safe house.

[ Door opens ]

Robert:
Aleksandre Iosava?

Headquarters has been pushing
this fucking name for weeks.

Look, we can't go opening
the accounts

of every Islamic radical
in Europe.

If a pair of ISIL-loving
Saudi brothers

are contributing
to Iosava...

You believe it?

Faisal's never
steered us wrong.

Okay, fine.

Do what I can about getting
into Iosava's accounts.

But -- but you know what pisses
me off about guys like Iosava?

That they don't even
make good bad guys.

In the Cold War, we had
the Russians -- amazing.

Before that,
the Nazis with their --

with their pressed uniforms
and jackboots.

They fucking owned it,
you know what I mean?

This --
this jackass Iosava,

he can't even admit
he's a terrorist.

That's bullshit.
It burns me up.

Okay, we done here?
Why?

You got something
better to do

than absorb a little truth
and wisdom?

Hey.

What happened with --
with Faisal?

Did you deal with that?

I'm still working on it.

[ Door closes ]

[ Horn blares ]

Jemma, this is Daniel Miller,
our new Deputy Liaison.

Daniel, Jemma Moore.

Happy to be here,
Deputy Director.

Glad to hear it.
Don't worry.

Not here to get in the way,

just making nice
with the Germans.

Ah.

[ Phone ringing ]

[ Beep, buzzer, door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Lock clicks ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Car horns honking ]

Give us a moment?

Did you get in contact
with the courier?

We have a date.

And that will tell you
what, exactly?

I'll find out tonight.

Time isn't on our side.

You find Shaw,
you come home in garlands.

And if I don't?

[ Train rumbling ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Ja?
-Kevin?

Hi, it's Claudia.

Oh, hey, I'm on my way.

Yeah, good.
Yeah, uh, yeah.

I just went to the store,
and I am running a little late.

I need like 15 minutes.

Well, that's not very German
of you.

I'll give you 16.

[ Laughs ]

Okay, see you soon.

Claudia.

♪♪

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Buzzer ]

[ Woman and man speaking
excitedly in German ]

[ Buzzer ]

[ Excited speaking continues ]

[ Woman screams ]

[ Excited speaking continues ]

[ Line ringing ]

Shaw isn't just
a whistleblower.

He's a murderer.

♪♪