Berlin Station

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.