Berlin Station

Previously on "Berlin Station"...

A second wave of Thomas Shaw leaks broke,

exposing questionable ethics

at the highest levels of the agency.

The newest casualty being Deputy Director Jemma Moore.

- What is this? - That is why we are here.

We'll need access to every file, folder,

and Post-it note in this facility.

Where there's a paper trail, there's Thomas Shaw

to light it on fire and burn us alive.

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

- Nobody's gonna find anything. - Fake agents, Steven?

They existed only on paper.

We took the payments for ourselves.

Thank you for protecting me.

I might have a shot at Deputy Director.

What? Do you want it?

I don't know.

Have you had any contact with Aleksandre losava?

What kind of friends do you think I keep?

You will go to his home

and bring me back a full, detailed report.

He said yes? He's saying yes?

There were no overtures to get you to help them?

No.

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

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

Julian De Vos.

Kill list? He isn't dead.

No according to you he isn't.

I got to take a leak.

You need to be careful, Daniel.

You know, with this Thomas Shaw shit going down.

I know you came here on Jemma Moore's bidding.

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

I want to help you find Thomas Shaw

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

Oh.

Oh, I dozed off.

I just got here.

Just give me a minute.

Sit down.

Whoa.

You know, when I my daughter was a baby,

I used to try to steal away to this or that safe house

just to catch a nap.

Okay.

That's how we're playing it.

Shaw's courier.

Julian De Vos.

Unredacted.

How did you get it?

Well, I've been doing this a lot longer than Jemma Moore.

What do you know about the trigger puller

who was contracted to kill him?

Uh, Frank Dupont, former Special Activities.

Last anybody knew, he was on a boat in the Netherlands.

Frank Dupont.

Let's hope the boat's still there.

I'll track him down when I can.

Yeah.

Sorry.

You had a chip on it.

What is your deal, Daniel?

Something about you just doesn't add up.

I'm just doing my job.

Finding Thomas Shaw is not your job.

It's your cause. Why?

You were wounded in Chechnya.

You were branded a war hero... well, by Langley.

And then for 10 years, you're...

you have a cushy analyst job... 10 years.

And then one day, what, you wake up, you say,

"Gee, you know, I-I think I'd like to go back in the field."

Thanks for the file.

Daniel.

Whatever it is you're trying to prove, just...

don't let it cloud your judgment finding Shaw.

You don't decide where we meet.

Today I do.

I'm not eating my lunch in that dump.

What if I said I had intel on the truth-teller Shaw?

Truth-teller?

You buy that shit?

Well, my company has just been hired to safeguard the servers

for the newspaper that publishes that shit.

- What does that mean? - No hacker or government

will be able to spy on the Berliner Zeitung.

Does the Zeitung think they're being watched?

Of course they do.

Shaw has put the world spotlight on them.

And now they can afford to do something about it.

When's it happening?

We're moving all their content to our facility this week.

Happy?

Now, I want out of this arrangement.

I need everything on the project head,

possibly access to their servers.

Did you hear what I just said?

You have expensive tastes, Lana.

That's probably why we caught you

pilfering all that cash from your company.

This the last time, Kevin.

We'll see.

Enjoy your lunch.

- Can I go in? - Just one second.

Thanks.

I take it you're a no-show at this week's conference.

Remind me.

Germany-U.S. - Iran economic cooperation.

Second round of investments into Tehran.

Well, yeah, that...

that would be my second favorite thing to do.

What's your first?

Everything else.

London's Station Chief will be there.

Jason Wolfe? Definitely not going.

Well, you know, the White House will be there, too,

vetting candidates for Deputy Director.

You know Wolfe's gonna be gunning for it.

You've been talking to Robert.

You know, it was bad enough

having to work with that bigot in Vienna.

What, are you trying to get rid of me?

No.

I'm trying to save us all

from having to work with Jason Wolfe again.

Well, I don't think I'm ready to leave Berlin.

You seem ready to me.

Daniel.

Thank you.

I need you to green-light an op.

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.

You want to put a tap on the Zeitung?

We have a window of opportunity.

The newspaper's moving their servers to Joker's company

this week. She can get us access.

I just need station resources to set up the malware.

I'll get a lot of questions back home.

You know, "Why are you hacking into a German tech company?"

Call it a mole hunt for a Russian agent

working inside A.S.P.

But where'd the lead come from for the fake mole?

Say it came from Hans Richter.

Whatever it takes, so long as only you and I know

that this leads us to the Zeitung or Shaw.

Okay.

Um, I'll charge it to my C.I. account,

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

but you and me.

Okay?

Hello. Hello.

You saw the exchange of money?

Swingset forked over an envelope of cash to losava.

Your move.

Can't confront him yet.

Donating money to a refugee foundation is hardly damning.

But asking for 20 grand cash is.

You know what people like losava do with that kind of money?

They build bombs and pay the families of suicide bombers.

What's the benefit of waiting?

Buys us time.

I am not walking into an interrogation room

without knowing the answers I'm looking for.

Here's a thought... let's get drunk.

My best ideas always come after a second bourbon.

Sweetheart, the only thing that comes after

your second bourbon is your third.

I just want something to reboot post-Faisal.

Something outside this fucking fluorescent hell.

I get it. I'll see what I can do.

Where's Daniel? Is he, uh...

Any signs of anxiety getting back in the field?

Anxiety? What are you talking about?

What are you... what are you? His shrink?

Ah.

- Hey. - Here he is.

- Speak of the devil. - Oh, yeah?

Did you want to see me?

I'll leave you guys to it.

No, no, no, stick around, Hector.

Frost is asking for a tap on Joker's company, A.S.P.

That's, uh, network security, right?

Yeah, I just filed a report on it.

Yeah, he got a tip from the BFV

on a Russian mole inside the company,

but it's the first I've heard about it.

Well, you know the Germans like to withhold intel

until it serves their own interests.

Along with fresh vegetables and decent fucking Wi-Fi,

but that's beside the point.

So, you want me to tell them to fuck off?

No, I want you to do it.

But I'm gonna bring Hector in to assist.

Okay.

Does it make sense for the assistant cultural attache

to be involved in a cyber op?