All language subtitles for Berlin Station S01E03 Riverrun Dry

Previously on
"Berlin Station"...

[ Keyboard clacking ]

I just sent you a photo.

-Who is this?
-Daniel: You tell me.

Daniel:
Your friend, Claudia --

her death was no suicide.

Shaw killed her.

I said I'm sorry.

I thought she would
ruin everything.

Why'd you follow me?

Why did you speak
with Ingrid Hollander?

Daniel:
A mutual friend died.

Tragic accident.

I don't believe
in accidents.

Neither do I.

Lovely to meet you,
Esther Krug.

Valerie:
I've learned from a former asset
that Iosava is soliciting funds

for a new refugee foundation
right here in Berlin.

We're working on a plan
to get one of our agents

to infiltrate that foundation.

Until we can prove Iosava
is a threat,

she won't authorize
an audio op.

Then let me do it.

Let my people do what
you've been unable to do.

We have a 24-hour audio/video
on Iosava's apartment,

Robert: We need Faisal to nail
Iosava

and to tell us
what his government

is going to do about Syria
and ISIL.

Hector:
If we don't do something,

his people
are gonna nab him!

They'll send you home
and kill you.

It's okay, Hector.

I'm not fighting
this anymore.

Are you seriously suggesting
that I chance the exfil

of a Saudi out of Germany?

Meeting at a hotel
was a bad idea.

But it was something
I needed to do.

I need to be myself.

I just got word that Faisal's
on a plane to Riyadh.

Get the fuck
out of my face.

Hector:
Beneath one secret,

there's another and another
and another.

One big fucking mess
of our own creation.

You need to be careful,
Daniel.

-Of what?
-Everything.

[ Gasps ]

I got ya.

[ David Bowie's "I'm Afraid
of Americans" plays ]

♪ 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

♪♪

[ Woman speaking French ]

[ Metal creaking ]

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Robert:
Don't tell me to relax, Steven.

Christ Almighty, relax?
Look at you.

I said
I took care of it.

But how?
What does that even mean?

Where there's a paper trail,

there's Thomas Shaw to light it
on fire and burn us alive.

That's a little melodramatic,
Robert.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You think? 'Cause I don't.

This isn't us going down
like Gerald.

You know, this is us going to
jail for running paper agents

and bilking Uncle Sam,
for fuck sakes.

And by the way,

if you're looking for
a proper place to jump,

this is not it.

I got dibs on the TV Tower
when the time comes.

I took the files out last week,
and I fixed them.

I fixed them.

All the remaining agents
are marked as deceased.

Nobody's gonna
find anything.

I don't know.

I don't know,
I don't know.

I don't know,
I don't know.

I feel a fucking ulcer
coming on.

I'm telling you, just watch.
-Jesus, God.

Maybe I should refrain
from telling you.

Houjin Lin
called me last night.

How did he get your number?

Oh, I have no idea.

Said he's antsy,
wants to take a walk.

Walk?

Literally or figuratively?
-Literally.

Well, then tell Hans to buy him
a fucking treadmill.

Jesus fucking Christ, can
anything go our way these days?

[ Inhales deeply ]

I mean, the one thing is

Lin's on all of us,

Germans included,
so there's that.

Just please tell me we're --
we're not going down next.

I don't...

You want a psychic?

They're chockablock
in Kreuzberg.

♪♪

[ Cup clatters ]

So, did you get a chance

to look into that photograph
I gave you?

Whoever that freak is,
he's of no interest to us.

There's no record of him?

Or maybe you just don't
like to share?

What are you implying?

I'd hate to think you were
unwilling to cooperate

with your new
American friend.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

Let me be clear,
Mr. Miller.

You and I,
we're not friends.

Really? After the warm welcome
you've given me,

I was so convinced.

You know,
the only thing I dislike

more than predictable wit

are invasions of my private time
like this.

I urge you not to make
the same mistake again.

Or what, Ms. Krug?

Best of luck
finding a ghost.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Beeping ]
-Clear -- let them through.

-Clear.
[ Telephone beeps ]

Yeah?

What?

How many?

Fuck.

[ Elevator dings ]

So, just play it unfazed.

Don't let them have the pleasure
of your panic.

-Fuck them.
[ Buzzer ]

Greetings, Berlin.

I bring glad tidings
from headquarters.

Hey, man.
How'd the pep talk go?

You are Robert Kirsch,
Deputy Chief. Am I correct?

Very good.
What's the occasion, fellas?

Uh, where is the Chief?

I'm right here.

-Excuse me.
[ Telephone rings ]

Steven Frost.

Chris Bolton --
Office of Security.

I'm here to get ahead of
any further station compromises.

So, you know the drill --

we'll need access
to every file, folder,

and Post-it note
in this facility.

This is the way you greet
colleagues then?

Well, it is today.

So, uh, just keep your troops
out of our way, we'll be fine.

Hm, a little friendly warning
would have gone a long way.

A long way towards what?

Time to cover your ass?

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
have at it.

People, please,
please make way...

[ Exhales ]

Okay,
now am I exaggerating?

If it isn't Shaw up our ass,
it's fucking headquarters.

Would you stop being such
a Goddamn head case, Robert?

-What do you want me to do?
[ Knock at door ]

Well, come right in.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you a question?

What?

What the fuck is that?

Huh?

You're in my station,
and now you tap my phone.

Well, clearly we had more than
enough reason to be concerned.

Houjin Lin, the Chinese
most wanted defector,

AKA one of the biggest
liabilities we have out there,

is e-mailing you
fucking photos?

Are you kidding me?

He has cabin fever.

No, he has
an Internet account

that has your personal address
in his contacts.

Do you mind explaining to me
how the hell that got there?

I was planning to ask him that
question myself.

You know,
the guy could probably

get fucking Wi-Fi
on his chopsticks.

Let's not waste our time
marveling at Chinese ingenuity.

We'll take care of it, okay?

I hope to hell that you do.

♪♪

What?

Better Houjin Lin
than our dirty secret.

Just sayin'.

[ Door closes ]

♪♪

[ Machinery whirring ]

What's this about, Bora?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I asked
if you'd met with him.

Why didn't you bring this
to my attention?

I've been busy.

Aleksandre Iosava invited me
tomorrow for tea,

and I declined.

I said
I had a business trip.

You came to us after

Mohammed Merah shot up
a Jewish day school.

You wanted to help
rid Islam of its bad name.

And yet, here you are
standing in front of me

lying about
meeting with Iosava.

And I refused
his invitation.

I am not going to the home of
even a reformed terrorist.

Yes, you are.

You will
accept his invitation

and say that
your trip was canceled.

You will go to his home

and bring me back
a full, detailed report.

♪♪

Jemma Moore.

Ma'am.
-What is this?

Director Bennett will be
contacting you shortly.

All property of the Central
Intelligence Agency

must be turned over
immediately.

Tell Daddy
I'll call back.

[ Bag unzips ]

[ Beep, ringing ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Riverrun
past Eve and Adams.

Man: Who is this?

♪♪

[ Whirring ]

[ Glass rattling ]

Reporter: We have breaking news
on the Thomas Shaw leaks.

Reporting with the latest
information is Sally Bundock.

Sally:
The newest CIA casualty being

Deputy Director Jemma Moore
here in Prague

when a second wave of
revelations

pertaining to
Thomas Shaw leaks broke,

exposing questionable ethics

at the highest levels
of the agency.

Accused of endorsing torture
and extraordinary rendition

at the notorious ghost prisons
and black sites

that have come to
symbolize the CIA for many,

Moore's expected resignation
by day's end...

Can you call
the Grand Hyatt Prague?

Find out what room
Jemma Moore's in.

Sure. Why?

Because I asked.

Good Christ,
what is going on?
No idea.

Chris: Ladies and gentlemen,
there you go.

That is why we are here.

Understand -- Thomas Shaw
will stop at nothing

to rape this institution dry

from the newest recruit
to the President.

You mean "bleed it dry."

Excuse me,
what's your name?

Hector DeJean.

No, Hector DeJean,
I mean rape it dry.

Where's your desk?

Stuck up your ass
by the looks of it, brother.

Okay, okay, okay.

If you can't
keep your fucking mouth shut

today of all days,
then get the fuck out, okay?

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Sandra. Sandra.

Um...

When -- when you
brought the files

to the safe house
the other day,

did you sign them out
in the log?

So,
you really did need them.

It wasn't just
an excuse to see me?

[ Sighs ]

Is there a good answer
to that question?

Yes,
I signed them out.

That would be
agency protocol.

But it was just your name
in the log, not mine.

Is this going where
I think it's going?

Look, I -- I don't want you to
feel compromised.

Good.
Neither do I.

If what you're asking
is that I risk my job

so you could keep yours...

No. Sandra, just --

Just forget I said anything,
okay?

♪♪

[ Train rumbling ]

Uh, Steven Frost

and Valerie Edwards
fuer Hans Richter.

-Danke.
[ Beeping ]

Steven, I thought you might
bring your new deputy,

Daniel Miller.

No,
it's only his second week.

Still breaking him in.

Where's your handkerchief,
Steven?

No tears for Jemma Moore?

Oh, no,
don't gloat, Hans.

You might miss her when
they find a new replacement.

-[ Chuckles ]
-I'm sure of it.

How can we help you
on such short notice?

Oh, take your pick.

Houjin Lin,
Aleksandre Iosava.

Double pain in my ass,
one on each side.

Yeah, Lin is, uh -- he's feeling
and he's acting cooped up,

and I think if he continues to
play the restless prisoner,

we may consider
a conjugal visit.

A prostitute?

You would have to
pay her a million Euro

to have sex
with Houjin Lin.

[ Chuckles ]

We'll work on it.

What about
Aleksandre Iosava?

One of our assets
is meeting him.

We have full coverage
from an LP van,

but we would very much like for
this to be a joint venture.

But I'm not even aware that I
let you bug the Iosava home,

am I?
-[ Sighs ] Hans.

It's your country.

I don't have the means
to arrest him

if and when the time comes.

Come on, do you think that
a German court will begrudge you

a warrantless wiretap
urgently needed

to stop a possible
terrorist attack?What attack would that be?

Would you rather get ahead of it
or find out after it happens?

Business as usual, Steven,

even with Thomas Shaw
out there to expose it?

I'm sorry.

When I draw a line,
I don't redraw it.

I believe you're done here.

[ Door opens ]

Valerie.

Week two in Berlin
for Daniel Miller --

that's not
what my team says.

I'd look into that
if I were you.

Hello. Uh, yeah,
room service for 306, please.

Uh, wait a second.
I'll call you right back.

Hey.
-Hey.

So, did you escape from the
ticker tape parade upstairs?

Breath of fresh air.

Where you headed?

Got a meet.

Someone's having
a nic fit.

Maybe you should treat it,
not manage it.

Here.
-Mnh-mnh.

Oh, sweet Jesus,
don't look.

[ Both giggling ]

Hey.

How are you?
-[ Chuckles ]

Hi.

What's so funny?

I -- I think they're laughing at
you, not with you.

Oh, yeah?

Hey.

Looking for a good time,
baby doll?

I hear corn-fed diplomats
are where it's at.

Easy, he's not your type.

Clare, Daniel.
Daniel, Clare.

The infamous Clare. Hi.

Hey.

You ready?
-Yep.

Ciao.

[ Tires skid ]

Sorry about that.

Uh, room service for 306,
please.

Tomorrow evening
at 1800 hours --

Hey, don't talk to me
like a Goddamn grunt.

I'm still
your Deputy Director.

We will return to escort you
to the airport.

Room service.

Steak sandwich
for Adams.

Wrong room.

No Adams here.

I'm sorry.

[ Moaning ]

[ Crow caws ]

[ Moaning ]

Don't stop.

Don't stop, keep going.

Keep going, keep going.

Don't stop.

[ Exhales ]

Oh, fuck.

I'm sorry. It's been
a fucked-up week.

[ Sighs ]

Next time, you owe me.

[ Sighs ]

Let's eat.

Worst thing about the food
in Saudi --

you can't wash it down
with alcohol to kill the taste.

[ Engine starts ]

Mmm.

It's like just I had sex
or something.

-Come on.
-[ Laughs ]

I'm kidding.

Have some pork and beer
with me.
I'm good, I'm good.

So, uh, were you able to
look into that thing for me?

I did.

And?

And...it's not good.

I can take it, Clare.

[ Groans ]

Saudis are trying Faisal
for sodomy.

Okay.

So, uh,
they appoint a judge yet?

Yeah.

They call him
"al-Jazzar."

That's Arabic
for "butcher."

[ Scoffs ]

Fuck.

I'm sorry, Hector.

It's okay.

See you later.

See you later.

Steven.

You wanted to see me.

[ Door closes ]
-Yeah.

Yeah, I just wondered
how you were settling in.

Sometimes it takes
longer than a week.

I'll get there
soon enough.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

♪♪

Haven't seen much reporting
from you.

Valerie's
handling Swingset.

My other agents are on ice
since Gerald was outed.

Oh, well, let me see
what I can do for you,

get you
in the swing of things.

Sounds good.

I was wanting to follow up
with Joker anyway.

Uh, that's the one
in network security.

Mm-hmm.

What about?

Just get to know her.

I think she took the loss of
Gerald pretty hard.

Plus, an agent
in the tech field --

can't let that gather moss
these days.

I'll get to it.
-Yeah.

[ Telephone beeps ]

[ Clears throat ] Sandra?

Yes?

Uh, could you get me
Jemma Moore's mobile, please?

Of course.

[ Sighs ]

Jemma: Steven.

You're on speaker phone,
but we're secure.

Um, Jemma, I just -- I wanted to
express my regrets

despite any disagreements
we may have had.

That's awfully thoughtful.

What?
Bygones can't be bygones?

Now that I'm gone?

Tell me why
you really called.

Daniel Miller.

What about him?

Well, I thought
maybe you could tell me.

Did his posting here
pass by your desk?

If so,
with countless others.

Why?
-Oh, well, I don't know.

I thought [sighs] you know,

is there anything
I should know about him

that wasn't on
his nomination cable?

Well, I would like
to look into it,

but, um, don't exactly
have access to the files.

Mm-hmm.

Well, uh,
you take care, Jemma.

You too, Steven.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Hector: Hey, Robert.

I just, uh,
thought you should know

Faisal's on trial
for sodomy in Riyadh.

In case, you know, he gets,
uh, convicted or beheaded.

It's unfortunate he decided to
play the moth

to the flame and --No, no, no,
what's unfortunate, Robert,

is you didn't give me a chance
to resettle him in the U.S.

-Okay.
-We could've got him a PL-120.

Hector,
I understand you're upset.

Don't fucking patronize me,
Robert.

What do you
want me do then?

Blame you for catering to
the desires of a wayward agent?

Wayward agent?

You fucked him,
didn't you?

He played that shit up
to protect me,

so you and I and every other
two-faced fucking coward

in this place
could keep our cover.

He's more loyal than
the rest of us combined.

Speak for yourself, Hector.
I got to go.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Tires screech ]

♪♪

The United States Government
can afford a trip to Mars

but not a cleaning service?

I've been waiting
for over an hour.

Work.

Unless you want me to tell
my boss why I had to leave.

Hm?

Hm.

I don't suppose there's a match
in this dump.

[ Exhales ]

Oh, smoker's gum.

You're welcome.

So, no more Gerald.

No,
it's just you and me now.

Is this where we're supposed to
get to know each other?

This is where you're supposed to
give me useful intelligence.

You asked for the meeting,
Kevin.

A.S.P. -- Applications,
Services, Products.

Is there anything
going on there at the moment

that I should know about?

Nils is fucking Anna.

Rebecca
wants a promotion.

Lana, cut the crap.

Unless
you also think it's funny

that I could expose you for
embezzling from your employer.

Am I free to go?

♪♪

I know one of your masters
lost her job today.

The Deputy Director?

Don't take it out
on the rest of us

that Thomas Shaw
makes the CIA look stupid.

[ Glasses clink ]

Bartender:
Your Wiener schnitzel.

Oh, thank you.

-Bitte schoen.
-Mmm.

Funny seeing you here.

Are you following me now?

And if I was?
Do you mind if I join you?

Hey, could I get a...
Moscow mule, please?

-Of course.
-Thanks.

So, let me guess --
you're gonna buy me my dinner

if I look the other way
at the station?

No, Chris, I don't eat pork,
let alone pay for it.

[ Chuckles ]

And if -- if the hammer's
gonna fall, I'd --

I'd at least like to
see it coming, you know?

This Shaw shit's
been a raw deal.

Raw deal?

Wasn't it Thomas Jefferson
that said something about

needing a rebellion
every now and then?

That's one way
to look at things.

That is the only way
to look at it

if you want to
get through it, pal.

I mean, plus Jemma Moore?

I mean, was that really
such a fucking loss?

Come on.

You like
the old face of things.

I like the right person
getting the job, okay?

Not some politically correct
appointee.

I'm just sayin'.

So, where do you put your money
on her replacement?

I'll tell you
who it's not gonna be.

It's not gonna be
any of pencil pushers

or, you know, the Beltway types
that are

fucking straightening their ties
as we speak.

No, word from on high

is that next Deputy Director
is coming from the field.

Hm.

Somebody like Steven Frost.

[ Chuckles ] Jesus.

I'm afraid that's a bit
above my pay grade, Robert.

No, he fits the profile,
you know?

Long career.
-Uh-huh.

Brought us out of the Cold War,
strong ties to the China,

managed to stay friends with
Germany even after the NSA shit.

Now the Shaw leaks.

Well, sounds to me like
someone sees an opening.

Yeah, Chris.

I do.

Excuse me.

The -- the young woman here
at the end of the bar --

could you buy her a nice glass
of wine from my friend here?

-Right away.
[ Cellphone beeping ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Cellphone clicks ]

Oh, fuck me.

I got to go.

Hi.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

So, uh...
Clare's back in town.

Shirley:
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Why?

'Cause you only think
with your schnitzel

when that one is around.
-[ Chuckles ]

Don't worry. My schnitzel
was on the fritz.

Because of the man trouble
recently?

I wouldn't call it man trouble,
Shirley.

I was just doing my job.

[ Clears throat ]
Losing control?

Okay, we can change the subject
now, please.

You take control, Hector.

You be potent.

Or the next thing to shut down
may be your heart.

Good, Max.

Go, Maximum!

With you here, it's like
having a dad around again.

[ Chuckles ]

It would be better he doesn't
get too attached.

In case the job takes me out of
Berlin sooner than expected.

That's one way
to go about life.

Oh, don't listen to me.
I'm just having a bad day.

I know it can't be easy
coming back to Berlin.

Tell me about your day.

I lost a co-worker.

Puts me in a little hole on
a project we started together.

You'll pull it off.

I have confidence.

That makes one of us.

[ Grunts ]

Shit.

That's okay.

He'll get up.

Just like you
when you were his age.

So, you lost a co-worker.

That's such a big deal
in the life of Daniel Miller?

No.

I guess it isn't.

♪♪

Bang.

Single shot to the head,
compliments of your friends

at the Ministry of
State Security, huh?

-They are not my friends.
-That's my point.

I'm using the term ironically,
Lin.

Walk with me.
Step into the alley.

Let's go.

What, are you fucking thinking
of making a run for it

in your little slippers?

Walk with me.

[ Chuckles ]

What do you think I am?

Criminal or something?

No.

I am former Major General,
People's Liberation Army.

This is the gratitude I get
for trading secrets?

You know what?
Let me remind you --

you're actually
the lucky beneficiary

of German state protection,

aided and abetted by the help of
its American partners.

Bullshit.
You're also the same
fucking individual

who oversaw nuclear testing
on his own fellow citizens.

Don't ever forget it.
So, fuck the MSS.

Do you have any idea what would
happen to you if some --

I don't know --
German leftist radicals

recognized you out here
window shopping

in Prenzlauer Berg?

So fuck them, too.

Chop suey, my friend.

With Thomas Shaw out there,
you're a big enough risk

just sitting at home
watching TV, okay?

German TV sucks.

Can you get me
the Apple TV?

No Internet, remember?

What about this?

That work for you?

-Mm.
-You think that might help?

Or that?

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys clink ]

[ Cat meows ]

Steak sandwich
for Adams?

They didn't have trout.
[ Exhales ]

How'd you get out
from under things?

If I can't lose a tail
for half the night

to shoot up from Prague,
I never should have

been Deputy Director
in the first place.

I fly tomorrow.

Thought I'd make one last
contribution while I can.

I am so sorry, Jemma.

You didn't deserve
to go out like this.

It was a good run.

It's my shot at the buzzer

getting that
before shit hit the fan.

Kill list?

He isn't dead.

Not according to you
he isn't.

Julian De Vos.

Your mission doesn't end
because I'm finished, Daniel.

I know.

But let's face it --
Shaw's winning.

And taking you out,
what if --

what if he knows
you sent me?

What if
he's just taunting me?

Fuck it.

Wouldn't be the first time
I've pulled myself up

by the bootstraps
in this town.

That's what I'm talking about,
Daniel.

But watch yourself.

Frost called
asking about you.

Really? Why?

I don't know.

Just be careful, Daniel.

Goodbye.

[ Cat meows ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

-Me? Deputy Director?
-Why not?

Well, my age,
my disinterest.

The false
fucking modesty.

The subpoena
with my name on it.

He's gonna start scratching
around the wrong files.

Or asking
the wrong questions.

What --
what does that mean?

Is there some other liability
I don't know about?

No. No, no.

[ Knock on door ]
-Yeah?

Where are we setting up
for Iosava?

Looks like the SCIF
is still under siege.

Steven:
We'll do it in here.

So, we just get through today,
okay?
[ Sighs ]

You come out looking like
that someone in the field

they want second-in-command
at headquarters.

Corner office is yours
for the taking.

Well,
you make it sound so easy.

Well, maybe it is.

♪♪

Hello, stranger.

Hey.

How was Saudi?

Mm.

Hot, barbaric.

Here?

Oh, you know, same old
circle jerk as when you left.

But you didn't bring me back on
short notice for the estrogen.

No.

Are you familiar with
Aleksandre Iosava?

Georgian, potential overlap
with the Boston bombers,

supposedly reformed.

Operative word
is "supposedly."

We're starting to
run an op today.

-I'm in?
-Not yet.

But stand by.

I left pertinent reading
at the drop.

What we can prove,
what we can't.

We have a lot
riding on this one.

I'll get right on it.

You seen Hector?

Yes, Mom.
Why?

I just have
one thing to say.

You jump back
in the sack with him,

you are filing the paperwork,
not me.

I'm sorry.
That is so fucked up.

I believe that is called
protocol, my dear.

It's pornography, Val.

We're consenting adults.

I got to go.

Good to see you.
-Mm.

Good to see you, too.

[ Speaking German ]

Sure can turn on the charm,
can't he?

German as they come.

Wunderbar.

♪♪

[ Door closes ]

I noticed you served
in the same capacity

under Steven Frost
in his last posting --

COS Vienna.

Yes, I did.

And was it a request on
either or both of you parts

that you follow him
out here?

Or did it just kind of
work out that way?

I didn't follow him.

I presumed that
headquarters wanted

the tight ship
we ran there

and set down anchor
here in Berlin.

Mm-kay.

I just couldn't
help but notice.

Mm-hmm.

Is there a clerical question
I can help you out with?

Otherwise,
I have work to do.

Ah.

Okay.

Well,
indeed there is, Sandra.

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

Easy, Bora.

You're getting ahead
of yourself.

[ Chuckles ] Perhaps
a suicide vest or two.

Do not say yes.

Just tell them you will
think about it, Bora.

Whoa.

Whoa, what is he doing?

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

He -- he said yes?

He's saying yes?

What is that?

I don't know.

Hopefully, he lied for us,
like a good agent.

♪♪

Chief.

Can I have a word with you?

In your office, please.

Well?

[ Sighs ]

We're done.

What?

They found out?

Oh, holy fuck.

It's over.

Wait, you -- are you
fucking with me?

You're fucking with me?
-[ Laughs ]

You're fucking with me?

Oh.

You're fucking with me.

-[ Sighs ]
-Fuck you.

[ Sighs ]

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Sighs ]
Thank you for lying.

For protecting me.

Fake agents, Steven?

You know?

The last five of whom were alive
when I brought you the files,

then deceased when
you brought back the box?

The only problem being

they never existed
in the first place.

Gemstone, Woodlawn, Mariner,
Sundial, Pitchfork.

Yeah, I know.
The list goes on and on and on.

[ Sighs ]

Um...

In 2008, Kelly and I were hit
hard by the subprime crisis

just like every other fool
for real estate in America.

And we had to
cash in our 529 fund,

which was
Laura's college tuition.

And I had to
borrow money from friends

because
no bank would take us.

[ Sighs ]
And at the same time,

Robert was squeezed out of
every last penny

by his ex-wife for alimony.

So, there we were,
these two broke schmucks,

who watched Langley's budget
skyrocket after 9/11,

but our shit salaries
never moved.

So...

[ Sighs ]

...we started running
fake agents.

They existed only on paper.

And we took --

We took the payments
for ourselves.

[ Sighs ]

And that was a -- that was
a world that I lived in...

seemed like forever.

And then something extraordinary
happened.

You.

You.

And you were real.

But no games.

First real thing in my life
[sigh] long time.

[ Sighs ]

You were like a sunburst
on a gray German day.

Boom!

Wow.

♪♪

And so I stopped.

[ Breathes deeply ]

♪♪

[ Keys jingle ]

How did it go?

[ Exhales ] Fine.

Uneventful.

Define "uneventful."

I arrived, we talked, we had
tea, and talked some more.

I left.

Bora,
this is a debriefing.

It's not
a dental appointment.

What did you talk about?

Politics, faith.

His wife was there.

They didn't reveal
anything?

There was no sense of
hidden agendas on their part?

No.

There were no overtures
to get you to help them?

Just a nice
invitation to tea?

That's it. It's, um, tradition
in Islam, you know?

Hm.

All right, Bora,
thank you.

Have a good night.

♪♪

Good riddance to the suits,
huh?

I'll drink to that.

So, come on, give me
the highlights reel.

10 years in 10 minutes.

Where did they post you
after Chechnya?

-Don't ask.
-Come on, I'm asking.

Hell.

They sent me to hell.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-It's your lucky night, brother.
-No, no, no.

-Go get him.
-Ohh.

I got to take a leak.

Hi, how you doing?

Wow.

♪♪

[ Applause ]

[ Shirley singing in German ]

What? I have to ask if
I want another round, huh?

Does the Pope
shit in the woods?

Is the bear a Catholic?

You want another one?

Yeah, sure.

Hey.

Happy birthday.
Happy birthday.

Steven?

Are we having
a senior moment?

[ Sighs ]

I might have a shot
at Deputy Director.

What?

Yeah, what if?

Means no Provence,
not now anyway.

Do you want it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

With all the shit that's going
on at the agency now, it's --

I don't know.

♪♪

[ Cellphone beeping ]

[ Shoe clatters ]

♪♪

[ Footsteps approach ]

You're home early.

Told my employee
to shut up shop.

You just got a message.

[ Drink pouring ]

What?

You're worried
you're gonna find out

some deep, dark secret about me
thanks to Thomas Shaw?

What about yours?

Y--

You don't mean Isolda,
do you?

One of
my beverage distributors.

♪♪

[ Laughs ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Perhaps I should've called you
to a safe house.

Seeing
your cover's been blown.

Now,
do you want me to explain

how I figured out what
you're doing here in Berlin?

Or you just believe me
when I say

that I know you came here
on Jemma Moore's bidding?

Do you care to respond?

I'd rather not.

Because
you can't trust me?

Is that what
Jemma told you?

Well, she's gone,
and you can't do this alone.

I'll be
the judge of that.

And I decide
who does what in my station.

Understood?

Besides, I want to help you
find Thomas Shaw.

Why?

'Cause he'll take us down if
we don't take him down first.

[ Thunder rumbles]

♪♪

[ Thunder rumbles ]

♪♪