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Previously on "Berlin Station"...

I need to know if you've heard from Daniel.

I'll let you know as soon as we do.

Who the fuck do we send to that shit show?

It might be a good idea to go outside the Company.

- Get me B.B. Yates. - Kolya?

Well, now he's the new head of Russian intelligence.

The Russian government

is not behind what's happening in Estonia.

Paavo was debugging the server.

I don't understand what happened.

If I went back to Tallinn, maybe I could calm people down.

No, you can't. Not now.

The same people that killed Henrik

are primed and ready to take you out, too.

When were you gonna tell us that you hacked for the Russians?

It's not about me. I have a country soaking up fake news,

and I can't fight it locked inside a cage.

My shadow. Sergei Basarov.

This is proof of Russian boots on the ground.

Working for who?

It could be one of the oligarchs.

- Where do we start? - Birdman.

If anyone knows who the players are in Estonia,

it's this guy.

Find Birdman. Get him to talk.

We're gonna stop this invasion,

but we're gonna find Daniel, first.

Everyone knows about his service to his country.

His courage and his loyalty.

And everyone knows about his demons.

God is mysterious.

We can't know why he gives some

so many more burdens than others.

We met in art class, in high school.

I was terrible. Luke was the star.

He was gonna go to art school after his service in Iraq.

But as so many here know, service never ends.

After Iraq, Afghanistan.

And after Afghanistan, addiction.

Art school was always next year.

And so was help from the V.A.

Last year, I walked him into rehab in Minnesota,

and two weeks later, he walked himself out.

Went right back to it.

We'll always remember Luke, but our country did forget him.

People are complicated. Our problems don't necessarily

fit into little spaces on government forms.

We make bad choices. We make mistakes.

But people like Luke still matter.

Have you and B.B. kept in touch?

E-mail, mostly,

and talk a few times every month.

She saw something in me at Langley, and it helped.

At the time, I didn't think there was much to see.

Well, let's just hope that she sees Estonia like we do.

We can count on B.B. She's never let me down.

Counting on people isn't really our business.

Convincing them is.

I made a lot of promises with the Sama Kaart program.

You put your trust in me,

and I've fallen short.

But I've never betrayed you.

There are outside forces at work trying to divide us.

Russia is trying to take back Estonia

by inciting us and telling the world

that native Estonians and Ethnic Russians

can't live in peace.

We know we can.

They sabotaged Sama Kaart,

and they killed my friends to do it.

Right this second,

they're producing algorithms of hate

saying that I lie,

that I'm delusional and paranoid.

Well, I'm not.

I was naive to think

that there would be no opposition

to a united Estonia.

It will be a fight.

And in moments like this, I ask myself,

what would Henrik do?

He'd fight.

And so will we.

Sofia Vesik's office.

There must be thousands of arms dealers across Europe.

What makes you so certain

he's the one who's supplying the Russians in Estonia?

Only a few iron mongers can put together

an arsenal like the one I saw.

Sourced from all over the world, rare pieces...

all the best.

And he's the Birdman?

Not the Birdman. He's not a superhero.

His name is James Birdman.

Top weapons inspector for the U.N.

for many years.

Took a few bribes, then took more than a few drugs,

started selling the weapons that he confiscated.

Soon enough, the hook was in.

He didn't notice or even care which side he was selling to.

If he didn't sell these weapons to Estonia,

then he knows who did.

And a good bet is

that whomever moved them into Estonia

has Daniel.

The mission is Daniel.

Birdman just gets us to him.

Daniel's not just a mission. He's one of ours.

You know, I dragged

200 pounds of what I thought was Daniel

through a forest in Estonia under fire.

I know that. I just meant...

All right, just do me this one favor,

and don't talk to me again unless you have to.

Thank you.

Yes?

Look who I found.

Hello, B.B., welcome back.

Thank you.

It's very strange being back someplace

I used to work every day.

Looks identical, but decontextualized.

Not quite like home.

Bet there's a German word for that.

Uh, do you want to grab a drink later?

- Sure. - Okay.

Thanks, April. Please, B.B., have a seat.

Uh, so, how are you holding up?

Uh, you know, rough couple of days,

as it goes.

Heavy is the crown.

So, catch me up.

Well, they've declared martial law in Estonia.

The unrest has been carefully choreographed.

We believe it's an oligarch who's driving it,

trying to get the Kremlin to invade.

So, Kirsch and Rafael Torres...

Rafa?

Do you know him?

Oh, yeah, he's been absolutely invaluable to us.

I can imagine. He is that kind of guy.

Well, they are both currently in Vienna as we speak,

and they are trying to identify this oligarch

who has pushed his chips forward in Estonia.

But, B.B., I have to ask you a question.

Are you here to report on Estonia

and to help us find Daniel,

or are you here

to report on us back to Washington?

Both, actually.

And you know the drill.

I'm gonna take a look at all your evidence,

see if I agree with the threat assessment,

and then I'll run it up the chain of command.

Well, I must tell you

that no matter how hard I try to convince Jason Wolfe

beyond a shadow of a doubt,

he just keeps telling me that he needs more.

And now you're here, and I just feel

that we are back to square one again.

I cannot stress enough that we don't have time to waste.

I trust you, Valerie. My job is just

to see the intel and then convince them.

So, where do I start?

Thank you.

Danke schoen.

How do you know Birdman?

Our paths have crossed a few times,

in various theaters.

You listen to me!

Miro's got no fucking clue how far I am willing to go.

You hear me? If one fucking hair on Andrea's head is touched,

if she's fucking hurt, I swear to Christ... Hello?!

Hello?!

James.

James?

Rafa?

Yeah.

Oh, shit. Oh, amigo mío.

Holy shit. How the fuck are you, man?

Wow, just like the old days, huh?

Like, oh, what, Yemen?

Uh, Niger?

Wait a second, hold on.

Hold on. You... You here to kill me?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, James. - Okay.

Come on, buddy. Come on, come on.

I just... I just need your help, okay?

Is that guy real?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, James.

- He's real. - James?

- What? - Come... Come on.

Come here, come here. Come here, man.

- Focus. - Okay.

I need you to tell me

if you sold these weapons, okay?

Estonia.

- I-I know... Yeah, I know those arms. - All right?

- They're... Those are mine. - Mm-hmm.