All language subtitles for Berlin Station S01E10

Previously on "Berlin Station"...

You're Thomas Shaw.

I know about De Vos, the black site,

the murder of Claudia Gartner,
Ingrid Hollander, all of it.

You can take your mind games
to the Germans.

You don't wanna do that, Sherlock.

The Germans got to me before you did.

You're free to go back
to whatever agenda you choose

after Berlin Station
is sufficiently crippled.

I'll turn myself in
before I give you Shaw.

And what about Julian De Vos?

I'm sure the boys in maximum security

would love to dress him up
as Shirley Pimple.

- I told you.
- Yeah.

I've been thinking of ways
of changing the system.

It would involve me taking on
a new identity.

Why are you doing this?

Just... just get
on that fucking boat and go.

Frank Dupont, former Special Activities.

You were contracted to kill
Julian De Vos?

I shot him, sure.

Unless you got eyes on a body yourself,

never count 'em for dead.

Clay Williams is here.

Just when you thought things
shouldn't get any worse.

I need to close out the losava case.

The Germans think that I took losava.

So what exactly are you doing here?

Hans didn't mention he arrested
Zoltan Vasile,

- the thug that took losava?
- No.

- Give this to Sandra.
- Steven!

You'll be happy to know that I've dug up

something deeper than dirt
on Ms. Edwards.

An unscheduled meeting
with Golda Friedman.

Are you a double agent for Mossad?

I don't work for Golda.
They work for me.

Then prove it.

Uhh! Aah!

Come on.

There weren't better ways to make amends

than Thomas Shaw?

Not from my vantage point.

Danny?

You touch my cousin,
and I will kill you.

- Julian, just tell me where you are.
- Teufelsberg.

I accept the fact that I choose to work

for an imperfect institution,
like a big boy.

You want sprinkles
on that vanilla cone, big boy?

You should have just
come with me when you let me go.

No.

Go on, as far and as fast as you can.

There's a picture on my desk.

Maybe you should look at it, Daniel.

You run, too.

They'll be here soon enough.

My name is Thomas Shaw,
and this is my final message.

From the start, I have tried to make

the Central Intelligence Agency
accountable for its actions.

I have not always succeeded,
but I have tried.

Why did you let him go?

Hector's not free. He never will be.

It all makes sense now,

the way you never tell me anything...

your sudden vanishing acts.

You became your father.

Cold, absent.

Was he that way because of his job,

or did he choose to become a spy
because it was perfect for him?

What about you?

It's the only thing
I was ever any good at.

Emergency situation.

Marjorie Dennis Toledo.

I need to be brought in,
someplace off the books.

I have a civilian with me.

Did I wake you?

I never sleep, Robert. You know that.

I need your file on Aleksandre losava.

losava? Still?

What is it with that little man?

Clay Williams has been busy boxing up

all the losava intercepts,

and the digital versions have
mysteriously been erased.

Nothing Clay Williams
has done is kosher.

I suspect a cover-up.

What are they covering up?

I won't know until I can compare
our intercepts with your file.

- Then let's trade.
- No, there's no time.

If my suspicions are right,

then I can get leverage
over Clay and salvage my career.

With all these Berlin fuck-ups
in my corridor file,

I'll... I'll top out at GS-15,

I'll never get my SES.
You wanna try selling

a washed-up instructor to Tel Aviv?

Bring me your intercepts, and we
compare them to our files.

No, no, no, no.
Berlin was the sole recipient.

Only the Station's hard copies exist,

and they're being watched over
by a Headquarters stiff.

I need to take your file to the Station.

Okay, um, how about this?

Our January summary
just crossed my desk.

You want it?

Get me the Chief of Station Overview.

I can't do that.

I give you everything, Robert...

the Iranian Behruz, losava surveillance,

a path to promotion. I support you.

It's time for you

to start supporting us.

Tomorrow afternoon, location Hosea.

You bring the Overview,
I will bring the losava files.

Unbelievable.

I accuse you of selling out to Mossad,

and this is how you answer
my accusations?

There is no answer, Valerie,

and you know it.

The only thing I can do is my job.

I'm using my liaison contact

to compare our transcripts to Mossad's.

She wants the Chief of Station Overview.

You are not giving Mossad
the true names of our agents.

Okay.

All right.

Well, let's just pack up and go home.

Call it a day, why don't we?

Getting clarity on losava
is the only way to figure out

what Clay Williams is up to.

It may shed light
on what happened to Clare.

Hell, if we're lucky, we might
even save Steven in the process.

Am... am I missing something?

Yeah, life in prison for treason.

There's one way we're gonna handle this,

and you're gonna do exactly what I say.

Is that understood?

They're treating you well?

It's been a while since
I've spent this much time alone.

So, I, uh...

had time to think about some things.

Like...

Why didn't Daniel Miller
turn Shaw over to you,

when he knew my freedom depended on it?

And you. You could've quietly
let me leave the country.

I would've done it for you.

There wasn't time, Steven.

You convinced me to push
a joint operation

that ended in bloodshed.

It may be noble in America,
but not here.

Oh, well... Oh, how does a German court

produce an arrest warrant that fast?

Nobody is that good at their job.

We're known for our efficiency.

Then I started to think
about Thomas Shaw.

And for months, he would randomly hit

station after station
all over the world.

Then all of a sudden,
he decides he's gotta focus

entirely on my station.

Thomas Shaw works for you.

Just tell me where he is.

Why?

Why?

So you can clean up
the last of the evidence,

find Shaw, and then kill him?

Do your colleagues... do they
even know about this, Hans?

Do they?

No.

It's just you.

Maybe Esther Krug?

Why?

What... Why would you want
to kill my station?

- What, I-I-I didn't...
- You have to ask, Steven?

After you've listened to all
of Germany's telephone calls

and read all our mail?

After you have dragged us
into a war on terror

that you started? You think that
with the Marshall Plan,

you bought this continent?
You did not. You did not.

That's politics! Don't hide behind that.

You fucked me over
for months... months...

while you smiled in my face.

I wake each morning feeling
breath on the back of my neck.

- You feel it, too.
- No, I don't.

You know, the only thing
that I really feel is stupid

because I actually thought
that you were my friend.

The things we do to hold on
to our position.

We move too fast.
We sacrifice our friends.

We push ill-advised operations
in shopping malls.

Let's stop lying to each other, Steven.

Everything we do is to delay
the inevitable.

Tomorrow, we both lose.

Today, I win.

See, you have no idea where Hector is.

You haven't won a thing, Hans.

Thank you.

Hey, it's DeJean.

I need to fly the unfriendly skies.

So this is where you all hide.

When they come, what's gonna happen?

They will get us out of the country.

This is my home, Daniel.

This is Max's home.

I know.

But even if the BFV didn't
follow me to you,

they still know you're my cousin
and they will find you.

Still here.

Robert needs me to get
into one of my agent files.

Russian code clerk. Time-sensitive.

She'll be gone tomorrow.

Better be.

I can't believe

I'm letting you fucking do this.

It's your plan. You wanna do it?

No, this is your mess.
I'm not going to prison.

Got it.

This is so fucked up.

Just make the copies. Come on.

Hi there.

I work with Daniel. What's your name?

This way.

You're Clay Williams, counterterrorism.

And you're Daniel Miller.
Come on. Give me some good news.

Tell me how your mission's going.

Thomas Shaw.

What are you talking about?

Jemma Moore and I put together
a lot of harebrained schemes

to try to being Shaw down,
but when she told me

about a case officer-
turned-analyst in Panama

who wanted to go it alone,
I said she was crazy.

Was she?

Look...

I don't know who Shaw is,

but I do know the Germans
are running him.

Hans Richter's afraid
that I'll make this public.

He just tried to kill me.

Fuck me.

The BFV is targeting
an American diplomat

in the middle of Berlin?

They've gone completely off the rails.

I'm pretty sure that he's outsourcing it

to some criminal gangs.

From where I'm standing,
it makes no difference.

She and I need to be exfilled.

She won't leave without her son.
He's in Munich.

I'll arrange for both of you
and the kid to go stateside.

Just like that.

Welcome to the seventh floor.

Have you heard anything?

The Germans are barely speaking to us.
Oh, God.

But they know better than
to mistreat Steven.

He gave me this for you.

- Do you mind taking a drive?
- No. Sure.

This is a file on Zoltan Vasile,

the Romanian who kidnapped
Aleksandre losava,

the man the Germans think
that Steven hired.

Well, did he?

No, Kelly, he didn't.

Well, I wouldn't know, would I?

- He didn't.
- Yeah, well...

guess you do know him better than I do.

So what do we do now?

We see if we can't find Zoltan Vasile.

There was a moment I thought
you were not going to show up.

You make me sad, Golda.

In 1983, I was running a Lebanese agent.

He was with me for over a year

before I brought him to meet my chief.

At this meeting, the moment
he shook my chief's hand,

he blew himself up.

I barely survived. My chief did not.

You, Robert, have only been
with me for a month.

Well, I hope I live long enough

to have as many fun stories as you.

I don't know why you're
so interested in the losavas.

There was never anything to them,

other than child brides in the desert.

What are you talking about?
Why are you telling me this now?

If Steven Frost wants
to make a fool of himself,

why should Mossad stand in the way?

Robert Samuel Kirsch,
Federal Bureau of Investigation.

We're taking you into custody
for espionage.

Oh, fuck.

Okay, okay.

You fucking kidding me?

Let's go.

We will look out for you.

Thanks, Golda, but I think I'm fucked.

She buy it?

No way to tell with her.

Can you get these fucking things
off of me, please?

It's good to finally meet you,
Mr. Richter.

Mr. Williams.

I hope you haven't come all this way

to demand Steven Frost's release.

No, no, I wouldn't presume to.

That's a man who's made
some poor decisions,

and he needs to face the consequences.

So you are saying, officially,
that Steven Frost authorized

the rendition of Aleksandre losava?

Um, well, I'm not
saying anything officially.

There's a reason we are meeting here.

It's clean. No one can hear us.

You're running Thomas Shaw.

And in order to keep that a secret,

you've been trying to kill
Daniel Miller.

Who the fuck does that?

Huh?

Now you give me Shaw, and we'll
straighten this mess out.

You, on the other hand,
are trying to frame Steven Frost

for the losava rendition, when
we both know he didn't order it.

You have Zoltan Vasile in custody?

- Come on.
- Huh?

He's in prison, under the protection

of the Prosecutor's Office.

Okay. Let's do a little
free trade here, Hans.

You take care of Zoltan Vasile.

I'll take care of Daniel Miller.

Surely you're not that
indifferent to your own people?

Hans, how the hell
did you survive the Cold War?

What we do, we do for our countries.

That's a given.

And sometimes that means
we're the janitors.

We have to get a big mop
and clean everything up.

If it ever came out that
you were running Shaw,

more than your career would
go down the toilet.

I'm throwing you a lifeline.

Shouldn't they have been here by now?

There's a lot to arrange.

I doubt we're their top priority.

That's them?

Shit.

We need to go.

- Hello?
- Wherever you are, get out now.

You're too late. Are you...

You were running him. You and
Hans, you were running Hector.

- Now you're trying to kill us.
- No! I...

Johnson, it's Daniel.

Listen, I have a strange
request, but it's important.

It's in Hector's desk.

Headquarters fed us a line from day one.

It's clear in every goddamn transcript.

The losavas may have been
a nasty pair of matchmakers,

but they were never
grade "A" terrorists.

Or you were fishing for a cover story.

Okay. Look, we're in this
together, like it or not.

All right?

So soon as Johnson collects
our intercepts from the SCIF,

we'll take everything we've got
here down to the Station

and have a proper reckoning.

Yeah?

Thank you, Johnson.

All the losava intercepts...

shredded.

Now do you believe me?

You know what? Let's knock off,
get a few hours of sleep,

wake up to another
fucked up day tomorrow.

Whoa. You think you're
sleeping here tonight?

I know you don't like me, Valerie,

but do you really want a Mossad
bullet in the back of my head?

I don't know.
How long do I get to decide?

Why did Langley do this?

That's what we're gonna find out.

I'll tell you, I was surprised
when our Air Force attache

told me he'd just received
a landing clearance request

- for the Director's plane.
- I don't have a lot of time, Franzen.

I have a letter for the Ambassador.

- It's from the White House.
- I'll deliver it.

No, I will deliver it.

You don't need to copy
Headquarters about our arrival.

I will do that.

James here will draft a message
for your commo to send.

Let's go.

You're alive.

Barely.

Probably not smart to be here.

Probably not.

Clay Williams...
he's trying to kill you.

He made a deal with Hans.

Why did you call to warn me?

I'd be one less person

that knew you and Hans
were running Thomas Shaw.

My death makes you safer.

Yeah. Probably does.

Germany's interests are more
important than your feelings.

Didn't you tell me that?

Of course I did.

And they are.

We almost had something, didn't we?

Yes.

Where did Hector keep the files

that he copied from the Station?

Hmm?

He would have kept a cache.

We never found it.

Ms. Mason, yes?

I'm afraid I have difficult news
concerning Mr. Vasile.

Well, my old cover worked,
but that's the only good news.

Zoltan Vasile is dead.
They told me he hung himself.

- Do you believe it?
- No.

Todd, I want to introduce

Michael Scheel
from the Director's Office.

Michael, good to meet you.

It's been a long flight, sir.
If I may...

White House, huh?

And to be handled in CIA channels only?

There's a cable on its way to you, sir.

It says I can't even call back
on my secure terminal.

I don't think the President
wants the NSA

listening in on this one.

Well, you, uh, you wanna
tell me what this one is?

I'm gonna need this cable
sent off, stat.

Of course, sir.

This guy's been linked
to Paris, Brussels.

And last week, his name came up
in an interrogation

about an imminent terror attack
on Manhattan.

The Saudis, as usual,
don't know what they have.

But I've got a ticking clock
and a chair for him

at a black site in Morocco.

I just need to sit him in it.

What are the Saudis holding him for?

Sodomy.

Sodomy?

Like I said, they don't
know what they've got.

And given that he worked for
Saudi Intelligence in Berlin,

I think it's best we don't tell 'em.

Now I've got the CIA Director
chiming in with the White House.

How dangerous is this guy?

You okay?

How did this all happen?

What?

All of it.

I thought the losavas, um,
I thought it was important.

I thought it was crucial.

People died, Robert.

Clare died in a fucking warehouse.

Don't tell anybody I cried.

I will kill you myself.

I don't know why I'm trusting you.

I don't know if
you're telling me the truth.

Here's the truth.

Golda knew I was pissed at Steven

after the Iran conference.

She thought she saw
an opening there to turn me.

I played along, figuring... eventually,

I could feed Mossad whatever we wanted.

Headquarters approved.

I guess we never got to "eventually."

What will you do?

Move in with you, clearly.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hi.

Why would the Germans want
to kill the man

who kidnapped Aleksandre losava?

Because Zoltan Vasile's confession

wouldn't have led to Steven.

But that's the question.

Why does Hans Richter want
Steven to go down

for the rendition?

And why would headquarters
lie to us about the losavas?

Can you take a message to Steven?

Yes, of course.

Hello? Daniel.

Where are you?

Is this where you've been hiding out?

Where's Hector?

I need your help.

In two days, he'll meet
with the prosecutor

and be able to prove his innocence.

Good. When are you seeing
the prosecutor?

Don't say I never
did you a favor, Steven.

- How are you?
- Absolutely wonderful.

I didn't go see Sandra.

And... I did not give her your gift.

Oh.

Oh.

He's alive and well.

Good.

- Good.
- The losavas...

All the information
you got from Headquarters

was completely true.

Clay Williams is not covering
anything up.

I'm afraid our time is up.

I'm in hiding...

from Clay Williams.

Clay Williams shredded
the losava intercepts.

Most of which were lies.

Headquarters was pushing their
own agenda with the losavas,

and now they're trying to cover it up,

framing Frost for the rendition.

What about Zoltan Vasile?

Zoltan Vasile mysteriously
hung himself in a German prison.

Shit.

Hans killed Zoltan Vasile for Clay.

In exchange, Clay was gonna
kill me for Hans.

Wait.

What are you talking about?

- Is that why Clay's in Berlin?
- No, he's not here for me.

He's here for Thomas Shaw.

That's it.

Clay drummed up
an obsession with the losavas

to try and flush Shaw out into the open.

Distribute false intercepts
to a small circle of people

and watch to see who leaks them.

An eyewash.

But the fake intercepts were so good

that somebody at the Agency
believed them.

Decided to kidnap losava...

One hand didn't know what the other
was doing.

And Steven's paying for it.

Yeah?

He says it's an eyewash.

Steven agrees.

I got what you asked for
from Hector's desk.

Thank you.

What's this? What are you doing?

We can prove the eyewash

if we can find copies
of the original intercepts.

Copies?

Yeah. Thomas Shaw made copies.

How do you know that, Daniel?

Because I know who he is.

Hector is Thomas Shaw.

Hector?

- No.
- Valerie...

Okay.

So if Hector is Thomas Shaw,
then who the fuck are you?

I was sent here to find him.

I'm the one who turned
the spotlight on Berlin.

I opened the door to all of this.

And we need to close it
once and for all.

No.

- Golda.
- Hans. I have information.

My people spotted
some Americans of interest

at the Kollhoff Tower.

Robert Kirsch, Daniel Miller,

and Valerie Edwards is already inside.

What are they doing?

They are debriefing a mole

they have been running inside
the Reichstag.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I always pay people back.

Welcome to Europe's fastest elevator.

In only 20 seconds, we'll be
already at 90 meters high.

At a speed of 8.5 meters per second,

30 kilometers per hour,
and we're already there.

Clear so far.

Four coming in, Robert.

Got it. Thanks.

Valerie Edwards!

Okay. Okay.

Hey! Oh! I'm an American diplomat.

We got company.

I swear to God,
if this doesn't work out,

- I'll fucking kill Hector.
- And if it does?

I'll fucking kill him anyway.

Uhh!

I got it.

Get the fuck out of here. Go.

Hey, guys. What's going on?

Robert Kirsch?

Yeah, that's who I am. Why?
What do you need?

Hey. Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Take it easy.

Where's she going?

What do you got?

Where is it Daniel? Where is it? Huh?

Where is it?

You son of a bitch.

My name is Thomas Shaw,

and this is my final message.

From the start, I have tried to make

the Central Intelligence Agency
accountable for its actions.

I have not always succeeded...

But I have tried.

And along the way...

I ruined the lives of many people.

Now I need to be accountable
for my own actions.

The CIA's hunt for Thomas Shaw,

through what it calls an "eyewash,"

has resulted in too many deaths,

too much destruction.

To what end?

They still don't know who I am,

and they will never know.

All that's left of their deceit...

are broken bodies

and broken lives.

It would be irresponsible
to continue on my path.

It would make me no better
than they are.

And so...

goodbye.

Some will ask who Thomas Shaw was.

A man.

A woman.

A collective.

In Berlin, people on the street say,

"I am Shaw"...

men, women, children.

The fact is, we're all complicit.

We all know something is wrong.

We've known it for a long time.

But we do nothing.

Exposing wrongs is not
the same as righting them.

Governments are not moved by shame.

Actually changing things
with your own hands?

That's the hard part.

If Thomas Shaw represents change,

then show me the change,

and then I'll say that I was him.

Until then...

we could be anybody.