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What have we done?
Something unforgivable.
Sixteen years ago, we stole a child.
To keep her, we're gonna have to do a hell of a lot worse.
Your plan was always to leave Katya.
Look at us.
We're old.
This has to stop.
You're the weak link.
Not me.
Mom?
- Go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow. - If your head hasn't exploded by then.
That woman, who is she?
Off to bed. Come on.
Dad, I'm not a kid anymore.
Then stop acting like one.
You...
You...
You...
You stole my baby.
You stole my--
Take her to the safe house. I'll talk to Nina.
I get that you're mad at us.
Maybe...
- I'll try to explain. - Dad's got an aneurysm in his head.
But he's being an idiot and doesn't want the surgery.
What else is there to say?
Of course he's gonna have the op.
He just needed time, to think it over.
He's gonna be okay.
Really?
Honey.
You need to stop treating me like I'm a kid.
I can take the truth.
What?
I used to have a brother.
He was seven years older than me.
To him, I was this baby.
But I thought he was great.
When I was 15, he drowned.
In the lake.
Two or three years before he died,
one night, I went into the kitchen, and he was there in the dark.
Crying.
I just stood there, staring.
Suddenly he said...
"I'm scared."
"I'm so scared of life."
I found his note and showed it to my parents.
They said it was an accident.
Even though we all knew,
they kept saying, "It was an accident."
What I love about you the most...
is that you never accept a lie.
I don't know where you get that. Not from me.
Sometimes I think I'm made up of lies.
What do you mean?
- I'm on my way to the hotel. - Good.
How do you know the sheikh will be alone?
He does laps at eight, every morning.
It's the only place there are no bodyguards.
He's all alone.
Seems the rich have body issues too.
Hello, monsieur.
Hello.
- Hello, Zayd. - Hello, madame.
- Hello, ladies. Here you go. - Thank you.
- Thank you. How kind. - You're welcome.
When I'm done here, I have an ask.
- Two weeks. - Where?
Here.
I need to sort something.
Does your husband know?
- I'm in now. - Be careful.
See you on the other side.
Oh, morning.
Morning.
You were right.
We need to find Koleev and take him out. Once and for all.
Brilliant. Go for it.
Where are you going?
To get some info from Jonas Auken.
Why would he give it to you?
Meret?
I knew you knew him.
She was supposed to be back Sunday.
Two more weeks.
That's nothing.
You don't get to choose.
Yeah, when you choose.
Yes.
She's a brilliant agent.
One of the best I've ever had.
Her only weakness is you.
Why don't you get it?
Your marriage is dead.
Gregor, you're such an asshole.
Careful now...
Mr. Staff Surgeon.
We all have our secrets.
Why did you send her away?
I didn't.
She asked me.
I was hoping we could talk in peace.
Without you trying to kill me.
I didn't know you were the job.
Really.
I could have taken you out yesterday.
But?
I chose not to.
I've tried to walk away.
They won't let me.
I'm sorry.
Really.
You're letting her go?
RBB 99.9, Berlin update.
Good morning. A massive police presence at the old Tegel airport last night.
The police were called...
So far, there's been no official statement.
We'll keep following the story.
Maybe Gregor got away after all.
He's almost 70.
Where are we with Helena Kohn and Karl Brehme?
What?
- With their new identities-- - We're on it.
Good. Keep me posted.
We'll be fielding a lot of calls.
Can't be avoided after all this.
I know he meant a lot to you.
Means a lot to you.
To me too.
If he's still alive, we'll find him.
- Morning. - Morning, chef.
I just wanted to say, I'm glad you told Nina.
I should have told her ages ago.
I thought you'd--
But you should've told me as soon as you knew she was back in Berlin.
Sorry, chef.
Yeah.
Look.
Your favorites.
Last time you made them, you couldn't come to my school play.
That's not the same as lying about being ill.
I didn't lie.
I didn't tell your mom either.
I had to work out how I felt first.
And?
I'm having the surgery, if that's what you mean.
- Should I be worried? - No.
Absolutely not.
I'm not scared. It's a routine procedure.
Doctors do it all the time.
They don't even touch the head.
They do it through the leg with a catheter.
Okay.
Hug?
Naturellement.
Oh, you.
Hey, I have to go.
Tell Yul to put these on the menu tonight.
- Where are you going? - Try them.
Perfect.
Katya...
Wait.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
How did you escape?
You mean when your wife left me there to die?
The police showed up, Koleev took off.
And I ran.
I'm glad you made it.
Your head.
What's with your head?
An aneurysm.
I need surgery. It could burst.
Karma?
Spare me the sob story.
Nina gives me that look too.
The poison.
The poison. It didn't make her sick?
At first we didn't think so, but then...
she got really ill.
It went on and on. Chronic kidney failure.
We applied for a kidney donor. But we were bottom of the list.
Even as a doctor, I couldn't do anything. Then one day, at last, she got one.
Her body accepted the kidney, she had the best treatment going.
We did everything we could so she could lead a normal life.
These last few years, you'd think she'd never been ill.
"These last few years."
These last 16 years, I've blamed myself.
I kept asking myself what I could've done differently.
Katya...
Life on the run with organ failure, how would that have worked?
Is that your justification? That I couldn't have offered her that?
- You have to understand-- - No, I don't. Shut up!
- Meret is a wonderful mother. - Stop it! She's not her mother.
She's my child, and you stole her from me.
Meret...
Meret?
Gregor?
I need help.
What's going on?
I want to talk to him.
No police.
Gregor?
Let me speak to him.
Hello? Gregor?
I think he's dead.
Okay. Text me where you are. Now.
I want to see him.
You owe me.
You're with the BND.
You used me to get to Sheikh Fahad.
You have to get out of Morocco.
Let's go together.
Go back to your husband.
Your real life.
This is real.
I don't even know your real name.
Helena.
My name is Helena.
You went back to your husband, right?
Do you have kids?
Yeah, you do.
You won't tell me because you want to protect them.
I have three.
Did Koleev threaten them?
You,
your husband,
and Gregor Klein.
For each of you still alive, he'll kill one of my kids.
You think he'd go through with it?
Help me get him.
Once he's dead, your kids will be safe.
You might get Koleev.
But his father-in-law, Sasha?
Never.
Don't underestimate me.
I'm your best chance.
My best chance
would be to kill you right now. One of you for one of mine.
- Gregor? - I need help.
No police.
Text me where you are. Now.
All right.
We found Gregor.
Hey! Gregor!
Hey, can you hear me?
Gregor.
You need blood.
A mole.
- What? - Koleev...
In the BND.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, a mole.
A mole in the BND?
Gregor?
Hey!
Can you hear me?
Fuck.
Can you see me?
Katya...
You...
I would've done anything for you.
I tried.
Not hard enough.
Damn, there's too much blood.
Fuck.
It's okay.
My child is alive.
You're not taking my daughter away from me again.
That's Karl Brehme.
The car is registered to our home address.
If there's a mole in the BND, then Koleev knows where we live.
And where Nina lives too.
Be right back.
Sit down.
Where is your husband?
Fuck, Meret, where are you? We're burned.
They know The Garden's address. I'm heading there now.
Call me, damn it! Call me!
Where are you? Metin wouldn't tell me.
Hotel Schรถner Blick. I've got Helena Kohn.
I'll keep her here.
You need to go to a restaurant. The Garden.
Karl Brehme is there.
Are you shitting me?
No. Get him, then come here.
You motherfucker.
My daughter is there.
Koleev has no interest in her. Only you and Karl.
You really think he'll leave a witness behind?
What's the plan?
I don't have a plan.
Get Nina out.
You wait here.
Dad?
Okay. We have to go.
Okay, come on. This way. Come on.
Come on!
Dad...
That way.
You go that way. I'll check over here.
- Let's go. - Come on.
- The BND is inside. - What's she doing here?
Koleev just arrived with his guys.
Okay, come on.
Get in, now.
Get in!
You'll have to tell her.
I promise you. I won't say anything until you're ready, okay?
Okay.
Fuck!
What did he say to you?
What did he say?
You know my Russian is bad.
Hello?
Thanks. I...
I really appreciate it.
Gregor is...
The paramedics pronounced him...
dead at the scene.
Fuck.
I'm sorry.
Come here.
Come here.
What?
Meret?
Dad, where's Mom?
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