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Previously on "Berlin Station"...

Adeyemi can focus sound waves on a problem area

without destroying the surrounding tissue.

In the wrong hands, this could be a weapon.

- Run. - What?

Run!

Daniel's missing. What do you mean? What happened?

I've already told you more than I'm allowed to.

This is Daniel.

B.B., are you here to report on Estonia,

or are you here to report on us

- back to Washington? - Both.

Your opponent's name is Vassily Krik.

The weapons that he's moving into Estonia

are just a drop in the bucket.

Can you confirm he has the American?

Well, he's got something he's pretty excited about.

Jetting all over the world, back to Provence.

That's a lot of wasted hours flying commercial.

Lucky you. I have a spare Gulfstream fueled and ready.

You're going to St. Petersburg,

and I want you to find Daniel,

and I want you to get close enough to Krik

to help us stop Estonia.

Papa! Papa!

Where is Papa?!

Papa!

Papa told you to speak English around me.

English or Mandarin.

So I can practice.

What's the matter, Lana?

The monsters. They bare their teeth

and laugh at me.

Where? Show me.

Here?

Nope. All clear.

No, no monsters here.

You're safe.

Go back to sleep.

Good night.

I'll tell Papa you didn't read me a story.

What?

You'd do that to your Uncle Roman?

Okay.

How to start?

Once there was a shy little boy

who lived in a beautiful green dacha in the country.

It was a charmed life.

Down he'd go, all dressed in white,

splashing in the lake,

riding his bicycle and pony,

hide and seek with his sisters.

Until one bright, sunny day,

his papa hung himself

from the crystal chandelier in their entry hall.

The boy's papa had squandered all their wealth, every ruble,

and had taken on tremendous debt on top.

But now they had nothing,

and winter was upon them.

The crows pecked their garden bare,

so the boy's mama made stew from the rats,

squirrels, and possums.

Oh, how he loved the crunch

of their brittle bones as he chewed.

But after a time, even the vermin knew

to stay away from the green dacha.

And then one day, the boy's mama

went out with his little sister, the family's darling.

At night, Mamushka returned and made a big pot of stew.

When the boy asked after his sister,

Mama said she had taken her to the orphanage

because she couldn't care for her.

No more, Uncle Roman.

But when the boy tasted the stew,

he knew the truth.

The tender meat in his mouth

was the darling little girl whose shoes he used to tie.

But he was so hungry,

and the stew...

it was delicious.

So he ate and ate and ate

until he was hungry no more.

Monsters don't always hide under your bed, Lana.

Sometimes, they make stew.

For a country on the brink of invasion,

Estonia seems awfully quiet.

How do you explain their call for an Article 5 vote

when there's nothing going on?

It's only quiet because they declared martial law.

Everyone's inside, glued to their screens,

soaking up fake news and stewing in their hatred.

It's a strategic pause.

Classic hybrid war.

Vassily Krik stirred the pot.

Now he's sitting back, waiting for us to respond.

Have you really thought about what would happen

if this vote went through?

War. I don't know what the appetite in the White House is

for American boots on the ground defending Estonia...

We would be defending NATO.

An attack on them is an attack

on the United States and our allies.

We need a unanimous vote on Article 5

to get Krik to back down.

NATO summit's in 48 hours.

How do you plan to get the votes?

We'll lean on NATO's most influential. 14-Eyes.

Their intelligence dictates every NATO vote.

And we have a ringer, that being you, the American delegate.

Leaves only 13-Eyes left to persuade.

I need to meet with Leo Morillon.

We need France onboard.

It's good to see you in one piece.

Heard about Tokyo.

Congratulations.

I spent a couple years there, so if you need anything,

let me know... a Jiro Sushi reservation or whatever.

I can hook you up.

It's good to see you.

It's been too long, Kolya. I've missed you.

Although I would've rather seen your name on my call sheet

than hear it in a security briefing.

When Moscow makes a play for one of our NATO allies,

you have to know we'll come knocking.

Hmm. Is there a treaty between our two countries

that I'm unaware of?

Not exactly.

But you have to admit, the current administration

has done a lot to improve relations.

Wisely. Wisely.

Using Vassily Krik is a very clever distraction.

Get everybody chasing your tails

while you can deny any involvement.

But we are not involved.

Pull him back.

Otherwise, NATO will do it for you.

What makes you think that I or anyone in Moscow

has any control over Krik?

You better hope you do.

As a former satellite, Estonia is tempting,

I must admit,

but not worth the bad PR.

Russia has a new reputation to live up to.

If the Kremlin is the world's new moral compass, God help us.

I wonder, what would you tell Mr. Krik

if you were sitting across from him?

I would tell him Estonia is a card-carrying member of NATO,

and their dues are all paid up.

When trouble befalls the least of us,

you can guarantee the United States will be there.

Heed the warning.

This time, we will not hesitate.

Brains, guts, composure...

......resolve.

There are times I think I know why God created woman.

Why he created man remains a mystery.

Hey.

So, paperwork will be on the ground in St. Petersburg.

Torres will be going by the name Manuel DiSanto,

an investor from Puerto Rico.

Background's solid.

Geez, I'd forgotten how good you are at this.

- Oh, fuck you. - Huh.

So, how exactly is your contact in St. Petersburg

supposed to get Torres to Krik?

He's a roofer.

He's basically a high-end concierge for the Russian elite.

He puts people together, makes money.

He's got heart, Torres.

But field officers normally spend months with their covers.

He's got fucking hours.

Yeah, he seems like a smart kid. Thank you.

Um, listen. Did you get that address that I asked you for?

Yeah.

Pyotr Mikhailov,

Krik's favorite lieutenant in his unit.

You can find him in 17 Nevsky Prospekt.

Wait a minute. Isn't that...

It's a sketchy suburb.

Battle-tested Army units are treated like kings,

if not tsars.

It's funny you should say that.

You know, the rest of his unit...

Other officers, enlisted men under him...

They can all be found in the Primorsky District.

Right, oligarch adjacent. Yeah.

Krik's either taking care of his men

or keeping them quiet.

Maybe they've got dirt on him.

Well, Mikhailov was right next to Krik

from the time they rolled into Kabul

till they slunk out with their tail between their legs.

First shot to last. If anybody has dirt on Krik,

it's Mikhailov.

So why isn't he wetting his beak like the others?

Hmm?

All right. We got this, Robert.

We sink our talons into Krik.

He lets Daniel go. We bring him home.

Anything else you can tell me about this guy?