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Previously on "Berlin Station"...

What if I told you that I had a way

to get eyes and ears inside the Berliner Zeitung?

All the documents Shaw has and will leak...

we'll be a step ahead.

Okay. I'll make sure no one else in this station has access.

It's so nice to finally meet

one of Danny's friends from the embassy.

Well, you're so shocked I haven't

mentioned Patricia to you before?

What? You think I'm trying to hit on

your fun and attractive cousin here?

Houjin Lin called me last night.

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

Bang.

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

This is the gratitude I get for trading secrets?

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

just sitting home watching TV.

Swingset forked over an envelope of cash to losava.

What's the benefit of waiting?

I am not walking into an interrogation room

without knowing the answers I'm looking for.

Would you really be okay

if Jason Wolfe got the Deputy Director job?

This isn't about money.

We will never be able to work together.

You devious piece of shit. You only did this to discredit me.

I would get out from under his thumb while you can.

What the fuck was that? We had a plan.

Well, I think it succeeded.

I followed Ruth losava today.

Been so busy watching him,

haven't paid any attention to her.

So, she's sending men out, not bringing them in.

Not men. Girls.

ISIL brides.

Julian De Vos. Unredacted.

De Vos was sent to a black site,

escaped, and you were contracted to kill him.

What the fuck happened?

People don't escape those things.

Someone let him out.

Screaming, "Let me out"

You afraid you will jump or fall?

What are you talking about?

Well, you know, when you're standing on the edge.

Everyone's afraid of one or the other.

They're afraid they'll accidentally fall or...

purposefully jump.

Fall.

You see, I'm the opposite.

Afraid I'll jump every time.

Deliver to Ingrid directly.

What's on it?

Chinese defector Houjin Lin.

Spilled nuclear secrets

in exchange for resettlement in Germany.

We've already made enemies of the Agency.

Now you're antagonizing the Germans.

That's the point.

There will be consequences.

And they will be on my terms.

I want them all to be afraid of me.

Hello? Hi.

And you are?

Daniel. I work with Steven.

Well, come in, Daniel.

Can I grab you a coffee?

Uh, no, thanks.

Okay.

What are you doing in my house?

It's the Berliner Zeitung tap.

The Zeitung's about to drop a new Shaw leak.

Houjin Lin.

He knows Lin defected

and spilled Chinese nuclear secrets,

and worse, he has photographs of the nuclear test site

Lin oversaw.

Corpses, deformed bodies... all of it.

You got to be shitting me.

My name is all over the cable traffic.

And Robert ran point. He moved him in.

He babysat for the asshole.

If this comes down...

I'm done.

Unless...

...we undermine the story before the headline drops.

Discredit the leak, discredit the source.

Now, in an ideal world,

Shaw feels us closing in around him and he...

he slips up and he does something irrational.

Leads us right to him.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll speak to the Germans,

and I'll keep you posted on the details of the operation.

I was hoping to follow up on the Julian De Vos file.

I need access to that Moroccan black site...

a list of everyone who came in contact with him.

There is no way he escaped on his own.

No.

Lin takes precedence.

Sure.

Morning, Mary, Tom.

- Morning. - Ken.

It's Carl.

Carl.

Jane, any messages?

Of course not.

Thanks.

Franz. Hector DeJean.

I've got an extra ticket for the Deutsche Oper

on Saturday night.

Let's, uh, get some drinks,

make a night of it.

Tschues.

Shaw's going to expose incriminating evidence

about Houjin Lin,

and he's calling it a joint operation

because he knows that you helped us

exfiltrate Lin from China.

This could permanently destroy

our relationship with the Chinese.

That's assuming they can prove it.

What are you proposing?

Discreet relocation.

It's risky.

I don't see an alternative, Hans.

Hey. We good?

Sure.

You don't sound very convincing.

If you're asking if I was able to mend relations

with the Israelis after you left me high and dry,

the answer is yeah, we're good.

No, you and me.

Sure.

Um, Valerie's gonna brief me on losava in five.

I want you to join.

Okay.

Yes!

Shit.

First I'd like to thank the Academy,

and, uh, the other nominees in my category.

I'd also like to thank my agent... my secret agent.

- Yeah, you're an asshole. - Hey, come on.

I still love you.

Even if you are a poor fucking loser.

Did you just say what I think you said?

What? That you're a poor fucking loser?

You fucking love me?

Okay, I'm glad this isn't going to your head.

Do you want to pick out rings together?

Better yet, invite our parents to dinner?

Fuck off.

I would, but I'm really enjoying this.

Honestly...

I hate you.

- Morgen. - Morgen.

I'll drive.

So, where are you from?

Germany.

You ever lived anywhere else?

Why would I do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Experience sunshine,

eat something other than glorified hot dogs.

Yeah, that's the appeal.

Ah.

Grew up in East Germany.

Says an entitled man from West Berlin.

Ow. You always this charming?

You always this inquisitive?

Ah, they're just kids.

21st-century terrorism. Fuckers play dirty.

You sure about this?

It tracks both financially and ideologically.

Am I sure? Of course not.

But Ruth losava went to two separate travel agencies

and paid two tickets, one way, in cash.

So, my gut's telling me that they are moving radicals

out of Germany and not refugees in.

And if I'm wrong, I will shoulder the blame.

Okay, who... who am I looking at?

They all attend the same international girls' school.

We have confirmation that Yasmin,

this girl here on the left, she already made it to Syria.

The other two?

Uh, Girl in the middle... Daayna, German citizen.

And Sabina, technically one of ours.

Dual citizenship, but both these girls have tickets

to Istanbul leaving Schonefeld tomorrow morning.

So, the parents are moderates?

Yeah, seemingly.

No, nobody's fucking moderate anymore.

I'll check with Mossad and see if these girls are on their radar.

L-L-Let... Let's hold off on that.

I'd really rather not

get another intelligence agency involved.

Oh, I'm sorry. Who appointed you Deputy Chief?

No. J-Just... For now, we'll hold off.

And you let Robert know if and when he needs to reach out.

- Okay. - Yeah, be sure to let Robert know.

Uh, Johnson already has a surveillance team

on both these girls as of this morning.

Hopefully an opportunity arises and Clare can make contact.

Best-case scenario... we directly link these girls

to Ruth and Aleksandre losava before they depart Schonefeld.

Worst case?

I'm sure we're gonna find out.

Well, you're really laying it on thick.

Unintentionally.

It's safe here.

What do you want?

When was the last time you attended a service?

Oh, boy. Uh, I don't know.

I was 13, I guess.

Technically a man, except for my voice,

which had the unfortunate tendency to crack

every time Rachel Burkowitz would enter the room.

She was something else.

Listen.

If you want my allegiance because my last name

is Kirsch...

I recommend you look elsewhere.

We want your allegiance because you are one

of the most valuable American intelligence officers

in Europe, positioned for upwards mobility.

Your support would be a huge gain for Tel Aviv.

A huge gain?

No.

My loyalties are not for sale.

Should be.

Neither Steven Frost nor the Agency

grant you the respect you deserve.

They don't see your full potential.

We do.

Nobody home.

It smells like ass in here.

- Who the fuck are you? - Who the fuck is he?

You're being relocated.

Get dressed.

Germany's no longer a safe haven.

Tegel Airport is too heavily monitored.

We'll transfer you to Poland and you'll fly out from there.

- And go where? - United States of America.

Fuck that.

It's the best we can do.

United States not safe, okay?

Too many guns, too many GMOs, plus Chinese spooks everywhere.

I don't know where that came from. It's not mine.

German residence is not an option.

With all due respect...

- fuck you. - I recommend you listen to the lady.

If not, I'll take it upon myself to make your address public.

I'll give you an hour, two tops

before someone puts a bullet in your head.

Honestly, it would make my life so much easier.

You're just a job.

Whether you live or die doesn't matter to me.

Either way, I get paid.

Nice try, cocksucker. I'm not going.

Nazi bitch!

What's going on? Why are they here?

Sit, Bora.

No.

I insist.

I don't have time for this.

Oh, neither do I.

But you gave losava 20,000 Euro in cash.

I knew this would happen.

You knew what would happen?

When two white men exchange money,

it's called a business transaction.

When two brown men do exactly the same thing,

it's called funding terrorism.

Are you funding terrorism?

I won't dignify that with an answer.

Aleksandre losava is a militant salafi.

A reformed Islamic radical

who is collecting money to house displaced refugees.

They risk their lives to make it to a foreign country

where they'll face bigots like you.

If lying to you means helping them,

so be it.

That money that you gave to losava

is not funding refugees.

It is being used to smuggle young girls into Syria,

where they will be raped and beaten

and raped again for the rest of their lives.

So, you tell me, Bora.

Which fucking side are you on?

Hallo.

I need to piss.

Don't spill.

What I need to do will not fit in this bottle.

We're not stopping.

Hey.

Purse?

For someone who gave up smoking,

you always seem to have a lot of cigarettes on hand.

- No judging. - Never.

You make contact?

Uh, Daayna, German, is more dominant.

Shocker, I know.

I'd say this whole thing is her idea.

Sabina is reserved, shy.

She's just along for the ride.

They open up?

A little, but nothing damning.

They're acting like normal, lying, sexed-up teenagers.

Buying lingerie.

Well, can't buy it in Syria.

It's the most coveted item on the black market.

They smart?

They might be smart enough to pull this off.

Hector loves me.

He said that?

What can I say? I'm irresistible.

I'll assume you said something snarky in return.

Of course I did.

Mnh.

Hey.

You love him?

Of course I do.

Shit.

Oh. Hey, Molly. I was looking for Noah.

We had a Skype scheduled.

Well, Noah's unavailable.

Um, okay. He's 13.

I think he can squeeze me into his schedule.

Well, he wanted to go camping with Billy.

So, um, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna need your help here, Molly.

You got to... You got to work with me.

He's my son, and you can't keep me from talking to him.

You want to talk to him so badly,

why don't you hop on a plane and come see him?

Oh, I see. I'm definitely not stopping you from doing that.

Oh, right, yeah, well, you're

the one who started this clusterfuck, Molly.

You left Berlin and took my son with you.

You could've come with us.

You know as well as I do

that leaving was not an option for me.

I have a job in Berlin. You know what I do.

I don't have time for this.

Fuck.

Fuck!

One last question...

Where am I going to live in the United States?

Scottsdale, Arizona.

- What's in Scottsdale? - The desert.

Ugh. You know, I burn real easy.

Enough. This is not open for negotiation.

Look, Germany has a population of, what, 80 million?

The U.S... 300 million.

Where do you think you'll stand a better chance

of staying hidden?

- Between her legs. - Will you shut the fuck up?

I need to piss!

I can either do it on this nice leather seat

or outside... It's your call.

Go ahead and piss your pants.

There's no way in hell you're getting out of this car.

You want to fuck the Nazi, don't you?

She's never gonna fuck you.

Is that right?

She can smell your pussy a mile away.

Oh, fuck. Shit, shit.

I need to get out of here.

Pull yourself together.

If you get out, you're gonna get hurt.

You don't give a fuck about me, remember?

Here's the thing.

When I decide to finish something, I do.

Promises aren't worth shit.

I bet you have some colleagues in Beijing

who'll say the same thing about you.

Hi. Can I get a table for one, please?

- Thank you. - Hector.

- Hey. - Hey.

How are you?

What a surprise.

Hello. Hector DeJean.

Sarah. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Look, I don't want to interrupt.

- No, no, no. - I was just leaving.

It's okay. See you.

- Cheers. - Okay, bye.

Bye.

Do you want some company?

No, I-I'm just gonna grab a bite and...

I have my babysitter till midnight.

Well, if you insist.

So, how is the little guy?

He's great, like always.

How are you?

I'm great. Thank you.

Just let them get on the plane.

We'll have a team waiting for them in Ataturk.

You know there will be somebody waiting for them

- in arrivals to transport... - It's too risky. We could lose them.

No, we won't lose them,

and we need to get a better handle

on how this entire operation works.

We... We need to know what routes they're taking,

how and where they're getting them across the border.

But at what cost? At what cost? Sacrificing children.

We'll do everything in our fucking power to protect them,

but we cannot ignore the blatant opportunity that we have here.

We need to understand the intricacies

of how these young women are being moved.

Otherwise the body count

will become a hell of a lot more than just these three.

I say we stop them before they get on the plane.

Now, when Laura was that age, she was highly impressionable.

And if you threaten them with calling their parents

or harangue them with jail time, they'll talk!

These girls aren't Laura, Steven!

They probably won't talk,

and then we'll have lost our only opportunity

for gathering meaningful intelligence.

Robert, the confession by the girls ties them to losava,

then we allow the Germans to come in and make the arrest.

That's if the Germans cooperate.

Valerie? It's your op.

Don't drag me in here and ask my opinion

only to completely disregard it.

- Watch it. Watch it. - This is becoming a fucking thing.

It's your call.

Stopping the girls at Schonefeld is the most risk-averse option,

because once they're out of the country,

possible missteps increase exponentially.

Oh, I get it now... You found a new friend

to push around and "yes" you to fucking death.

Oh, Jesus Christ. This is not personal.

Of course this is fucking personal.

All right, Valerie, would you excuse us for just a minute?

- Oh, gladly. - Thank you.

No, Valerie, stay. I really think you should hear this.

I-I-I did two years in Baghdad

and another four in Amman working the takfiris.

My knowledge of Islamic fundamentalism alone

is what landed me the job

of Deputy Fucking Chief here in Berlin.

I-I worked Abu Muhammed al Maqdisi

long before anyone knew who he was.

I ran Zarqawi into the fucking ground!

So, should I go on?!

Yeah, I know a thing or two about salafis.

I'd wager to say there's no one here in this room who knows more.

Why don't we just calm down?

My title in the hierarchy of this station is above yours

for a reason, so don't fucking tell me to calm down.

Your behavior is inappropriate and unacceptable.

It's reckless and self-serving,

and I swear to God, if this shit continues, Steven, I'll...

What?

You will... will fucking... You will what?

Nothing.

We're all good.

You never told me that.

You can't say anything.

Danny will kill me if he finds out I told you.

Hmm.

You're beautiful.

- You're drunk. - No, I'm not.

I'm a middle-aged single mom.

That should be enough to scare you off.

You want to scare me away?

Danny warned me about you.

Did he?

Yeah. Said you were trouble.

Oh, I'm definitely trouble.

There's no doubt about that.

Um...

I need to get home.

Can't leave my babysitter waiting any longer.

Sure.

Yeah.

That was nice. Thank you.

Would it be inappropriate if I called you sometime?

If you insist.

Good night.

Trip okay?

We managed.

Everything arranged at the drop-off point?

Yes, ma'am. Everything ready and waiting in Beijing.

Beijing?! What the fuck?!

You said I was going to United States!

I lied.

You cannot send me back there.

The moment I step foot on Chinese soil,

they take me to labor camp and I die.

If you're lucky.

You could use a drink.

Is that an invitation?

Maybe.

I left Germany once.

I packed everything I owned into a suitcase

and bought a one-way ticket to Patagonia.

Why Patagonia? Apart from the obvious.

Childish whim.

In my mind, it was the epitome of beauty.

How long did you stay for?

Only a week.

I received a call. Father had fallen ill.

Felt obligated to return to Germany.

He was furious with me.

What, for going home or for leaving in the first place?

No, that I saw him as week, someone in need of help.

He wouldn't allow me to enter his hospital room.

Died the next morning.

Oh. Sorry.

Is any part of that story true?

Yeah, some of it.

I did the same thing.

When I moved back to the States,

I told people my mom died of cancer.

Why?

Because when your mom

dies the way mine did,

it leads to questions...

Who did it? Did she burn alive?

Were her limbs blown off?

Questions you didn't know the answers to.

Questions I didn't want to deal with.

But everybody understands the word "cancer."

Kids empathized, felt badly for me.

At 12, I wanted that more than anything in the world.

Yeah. Thanks.

Nice.

Yeah, my family's been in Germany a long time.

Is this you?

Yeah.

You look happy.

I was.

Here.

Danke schoen.

Bitte schoen.

- Prost. - Prost.

You're different than I was expecting.

Really?

What were you expecting?

To despise you.

And instead?

Yeah.

- How old are you? - 16.

That's unfortunate. Try you as an adult, you know?

Try me for what?

For joining the banned Islamic terrorist group Daesh.

Where's Sabina?

Okay.

They've whored themselves out to Western culture.

They shove McDonald's hamburgers down their throats,

walk through Christmas markets,

and still they try to call themselves devout Muslims.

If anyone should be ashamed of their family, it's me.

Do you feel responsible for Lin?

Why should I?

Because we knew from the beginning

we were sending him back.

It's a job.

Doesn't relieve you of the guilt.

It does for me.

What's important to Germany is more important

than my petty emotion.

To what end?

There isn't one.

Historically, that really hasn't worked out

so well for you guys.

Hey.

May I remind you that you're in my bed?

Lin comes to us

looking for a way out, a new life.

What do we do?

Bleed him dry,

sacrifice him to save ourselves.

What the fuck happened to our integrity?

It's no longer important to do what's right.

The only thing that matters is that we don't get caught

doing something wrong.

Got to admit the system's fucked.

You're starting to sound like Thomas Shaw.

You do know you're looking at about 5 to 10 years prison,

bare minimum.

Allah will protect me.

And what about Sabina?

Girl like that won't last very long, Daayna.

This was my idea, not hers.

You want to protect your friend, tell me about Ruth losava.

We pray together.

But she was gonna help you, wasn't she?

Once you got to Istanbul,

Ruth's friends were gonna meet you

and accompany you to the border.

Then what?

Your boyfriend was gonna meet you and take you to Palmyra?

Allah will protect Sabina, too.

Fu-u-u-ck.

That was nice. Thank you.

You want something to drink?

I ca... I can make you a cup of coffee.

Take that as a hard no.

I-I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know what you're saying.

Um, y-you're welcome to stay.

I-I was gonna make myself some breakfast.

Maybe some eggs and bacon.

Pancakes.

Get dressed.

We're leaving.

Where are we going?

Now what? Can't hold them here much longer.

The parents are gonna start asking questions.

Could take their passports.

Other ways to get out of the country

if they want it bad enough.

There's nothing we can charge them with?

Traveling to a conflict zone isn't illegal.

We have nothing on paper alluding to any sort

of future terrorism or violence.

Some worthless online love letters.

We calling it?

No. Not yet.

Your refugees were on their way to Syria.

Daayna and Sabina... two 16-year-old girls.

All thanks to your generous contribution.

I wanted to believe and do the right thing.

Naive no longer.

And to be perfectly blunt,

you no longer have the luxury of options.

So, you will stay and play

and you will force losava's hand.

Tell Tel Aviv they have my full support going forward.

Why the change of heart?

The Agency's fucked.

Everyone's more concerned with self-preservation

than they are with gathering real intelligence.

Partially as a result of Shaw,

partially poor leadership.

Whatever.

I can accomplish much more with you than I can with them.

Their shortcoming is our gain.

The Americans made the mistake of finding you expendable.

We will not.

Name your price. Money's no object.

I don't want your money.

What do you want?

I'll be in touch.

Do you know where we are?

My mom died on that asphalt.

I never made it to Patagonia.

Went as far as the airport, but never got on the plane.

It was something my father and I were planning on doing together.

But he died before we could.

Why did you bring me here?

The GDR took great pride

in those embedded west of the wall.

Risking their lives for the cause.

The dead became martyrs.

One by the name Lukas Becker.

Your mother

was sleeping with a Stasi spy.

He was developing her.

You think you're clever?

You're not.

You're transparent.

Feeding me childhood secrets in the hopes of what?

Working me?

You still don't trust me.

No.

I-I don't.

Jesus Christ.

Hey!

You listen to me. This will never happen again.

Do you hear me?

Never.

There you go.

I think...

There.

It's okay. I got you.