All language subtitles for Berlin.Station.S03E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Daniel] Previously on
Berlin Station...

[in Estonian] You spoil me,
my dear Maret.

For my favorite customer?
Anything.

-[Robert in English]
You want to sit down?
-Do you see that?

[Robert] Henrik?

Halos.

Okay! [grunts]

[doctor] Henrik Viiding
passed of cardiac arrest.

The Russians are
already making a move.

Little green men
in Estonia.

Spetsnaz. No doubt.

The Russians are already here.

[Valerie] Daniel reported that
he saw a train full of men

on a defunct line,
no markings.

No uniforms,
no fingerprints, either.

Tallinn's infested
with Spetsnaz.

You don't really think
someone was trying to
break into your apartment.

Yeah, of course I do.

What, trying to get
the hair sample?

Which I had already
dropped off at the lab.

[Rafael] Um, Maret Yankova?

Did I say that right?

Yes.

Need some quotes

for a tribute piece
on Henrik Viiding.

I heard you were
his favorite waitress.

[man speaking Estonian]

Henrik!

[all chanting] Henrik!
Henrik! Henrik! Henrik!

[yelps]

[man grunts]

[in English] What the hell?

Rafael Torres.
I'm here to look after you.

[gunshot]

[Rafael] I warned them.

Tonight was just
the starting gun.

I got a solid lead.

Some kid who's been
huffing rocket fuel

from the silo complex
showed me a way in.

Give me 12 hours
in the dark,

and I'll call you
by 10:00 a.m. SOP.

-[man grunts]
-[all grunting]

[woman singing in French]

[singing stops]

[gasps]

[groans]

[panting]

[murmurs]

[breathing heavily]

[theme song playing]

♪ Johnny's in America
No tricks at the wheel ♪

♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪

♪ I'm afraid of the world ♪

♪ I'm afraid I can't help it ♪

♪ I'm afraid I can't ♪

♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪

♪ I'm afraid of the world ♪

♪ I'm afraid I can't help it ♪

♪ I'm afraid I can't ♪

♪ I'm afraid of Americans ♪

Next flight out
lays over in Oslo.

You'll be in Berlin soon.

[Sofia]
Why would I go to Berlin?

Call Aaron when you land.

He's the first number
on your phone.

Someone will
meet you there.

Am I still in danger?

Last night,
you said I wasn't the target.

You weren't.

But fake news
stirred things up.

They could take you out
and just blame it
on an angry citizen.

I'm not the sort
to run and hide.

You're a digital nomad,
aren't you?

You can fight from anywhere.
[clicks tongue]

[speaking Estonian]

[dialing]

[line rings]

-[cell phone vibrates]
-[Robert] Kirsch.

-[April] Tell me
you've heard from him.
-No, I haven't.

And you're not worried?

Hey, Daniel knows how to
handle himself in the field,

and he told me
he was going dark.

So you haven't tried
to call him?

I picked up the phone
to call him a dozen times,

but it's against
fucking protocol,

so we're just gonna have
to sit and wait.

I'll see you in a minute.

Hey. How's it going?

Hi. It's going well.

Um, just trying to get through
to my apartment.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You new to the building?

Yes, I'm new.

Oh, welcome. I'm Robert.

Hi, Robert.
Nice to meet you.
I'm Nina.

Nice to meet you, too.

[line ringing]

[Robert] Hey,
did you get Sofia out?

Valerie wants her
as a countermeasure.

She's about to board.

Did you get my sitrep
on the shooting?

[Robert] Yeah, I got it.

It makes no fucking sense.

-Why'd your sniper miss?
-He meant to.

Those rounds hit
exactly where he intended.

Well, that clears it up.
Come on, Torres.

Even after you took Sofia
off the board,

he had tons of targets.

I know this guy.

He uses the new Russian rig,

the ORSIS T-5000.

It's his fucking girlfriend.

Five hundred yards,
he can pick which eye.

Centennial crowd was at 550.

This wasn't a kill shot.

This was a starter's gun
to a civil war.

Easy, hotshot.

I'll be the analyst.
You be the action figure.

So you probably don't want
to hear what I thought

about your sitrep on foxglove
and Henrik's death?

He was poisoned.
What of it?

I saw some
pretty purple flowers
at the waitress' apartment.

Yeah, made her real nervous
when I saw them.

No. Shit, I fucking knew it.

She was steeping it
in his tea.

Motherfucker.

Wait a minute.

How'd you know
what foxglove looks like?

I got my sources.

You know, just because
I can't outfight you

does not mean
I can't outthink you.

Oh, you really are some kind
of an asshole, aren't you?

I'll follow up
with the waitress.

If we can tie her
to Henrik's death,

find out
who she was working for,

Russia's showing her hand.

Wait, wait.
Wait a minute.

Torres, have you heard
from Daniel?

No. Why would I?

No, nothing. Never mind.

Uh, I got to go.
We'll talk later.

[soft piano music playing]

[teacher speaks German]

[girls chattering]

[music stops]

[Valerie] Romy, your mother
would be so proud.

Let's try it together.

Nice!

All right, darling.
Come on. Let's go home.

Excuse me.
Let's ask before we rummage
through the fridge.

It's fine, Romy.

-Mom.
-Yes?

Why didn't you tell me
Auntie Val knows ballet?

[smacks lips]
What doesn't Auntie Val know?

She's been painfully
multitalented from birth.

Well, that's interesting.

You've only known me
since college.

How do you know I wasn't
a hideously clumsy child?

Because you were not.

No, you're right.
I was fucking adorable.

-Hey.
-Oh. Whoops. Shit.

Romy, you didn't hear
any of that.

[Jamie laughs] Come on.

Sorry. I'm not
used to being around kids.

Thank you so much
for letting us stay here.

Of course.
Save your Euros.

-You're always welcome here.
You know that.
-Thank you.

[reporter] ...demonstrations
are already underway
here in Tallinn,

and local authorities
are struggling...

[Robert] Then they detonated
Sama Kaart

and fake-newsed it
to blame Sofia,

saying she's trying to fuck
the ethnic Russian population.

And they blamed
the ethnic Russians
for shooting up Centennial.

Look, I know that
they're on the playbook,

but unlike Ukraine,

Estonia is a member of NATO

with a tripwire force
in-country.

So if civil unrest
gives Russia any reason
to invade, they will.

They absolutely will
spill NATO blood,

and that's very risky.

They're already imposing
martial law and curfews,

cranking that burner
up to high.

I'm telling you,
civil war may be inevitable

-no matter what we--
-Something's wrong.

10:00 a.m., no Daniel.

[Robert]
Maybe he's just running late.

[April] No, he's never late
for a check-in.

I have
the last known coordinates.

[Valerie] Well, he is now
officially out of contact

and he's
officially missing, so...

fail-safe in two hours.

We don't have two hours.

Protocol is there
for a reason, Robert.

Operatives go dark in
hostile territory all the time.

-You know that.
-This isn't just
hostile territory, Valerie.

It's a fucking hybrid war,
I'm telling you.

Trust me,
I've seen these guys.

Please, let's take this
to Langley now.

With what exactly?

Because all we have
right now is raw intel.

We need analysis.

There is no room
to misread Russia here.

None at all.

I'm Daniel's handler.

I've been with him,
tracking his mission,

his check-ins,
how he sounds and feels,

and ever since we got off
the phone yesterday,

I've had a voice telling me
that something's wrong.

There. That.

You hear that?

Reasoned intuition, Valerie.

Don't they teach us
to listen to that voice?

Yes, they do.

And I am.

All right,
fail-safe in one hour.

April,
do everything you can.

Look into every option
as far as getting Daniel home.

Got it. Uh, by the way,

Dove and I are going
to his father's lab tonight.

Adeyemi likes me, but, uh,

tonight, we'll see
if he trusts me.

Okay, what's going on
with Dove?

We were at the cafe
the other day

and there was a guy
that kept staring at us.

Dove said he didn't know
who he was,

but he did seem scared,
and he doesn't scare easy.

Okay, well,
we always knew that

there might be other
interested parties.

Do a threat assessment
and just stay on top of it.

Yeah.

[man] On the list?

Kirsch. Robert Kirsch,
with a "K."

Robert.

Jesus,
you finally made it.

What you mean, finally?
I see you once a week.

How is it, though?
How are you?

How's...
How's Chateau de Steven?

[chuckles] It's haunted.

-What?
-I'm serious. It's haunted.

I hear noises,
I hear footsteps.

No, no, no, no.

-That's for the hoi polloi.
-I'm thirsty.

Come on. Come on.

German for "frost."
I bought the vineyard
next door.

What are you talking about?

Come here, come here.

So this is all you?
Steven, Jesus.

Look, okay.

Germany's second-largest
energy company

is about to offer me
a job to vet one of
their Russian partners.

They're gonna put me in charge
of their global portfolio.

-Goddamn.
-Yeah.

Six months ago, you fucking
despised the private sector.

I had to find my place,
and now I got "fuck you" money.

And believe me,
there's a lot more
where that came from.

Oh, here comes
the sales pitch.

-No, listen. My... My...
-No.

My offer is still on the ta...

-Come on.
-No.

Robert, join me.

Let's get the band
back together.

You know the best part?

You don't have to run anything
up a flagpole either.

I don't have to beg
for resources or kowtow to D.C.

My intel gets things done.

Well, I could
get used to that.

Times have changed.

It's not about nations
anymore.

So, what's your take
on Estonia?

Why ask me?

I heard you and Daniel
were just there.

-Oh, really?
-Mmm-hmm.

Who the fuck
told you that?

How come you didn't
bring him with you?
I thought you might.

No, he's still there.

He's dealing
with something.

Okay, Estonia.

That's the Kremlin's
favorite dog whistle.

How so?

Ah, economy's flat,
uh, sanctions are hurting,

natives are restless,
so what better time?

Let's resurrect
the Soviet empire.

So, the Kremlin stirs
the pot in Estonia.

The West does its usual
headless-chicken thing

with chest-thumping
and empty threats

and uniting the Russian people
against the evil foreigner.

And in the meantime,

the oligarchs
buy out the government

and they rape the economy.

It's Russia.

It's, uh... It's run by
a career KGB officer

whose motto is
"deny, distract,
and counterattack."

I mean, there's always
a deeper game here.

-What about Supo?
-Mmm.

-Huh?
-Mmm-mmm.

The Finns know
the Russians best.
What do they say?

No, we're not exactly high on
their Christmas list this year.

-Oh.
-I can't get
a fucking call returned.

I'll return your calls.

-Oh.
-I will.

-God. [laughs]
-Especially if we're
in the same office.

I'll always
return your calls.

No.

-Well.
-Final answer.

[glasses clink]

We're currently
combing through intel.

Uh, Robert just
got back yesterday.

We still have an operative
in the field.

Thanks for the update.

I can't say you provided
any particular insight

beyond a series
of unfortunate events

which may or may not
involve Russia.

No, I... I...
I understand that, Jason.

But everything's moving
very quickly,

so I really just wanted
to keep you up to speed.

I have something else
for you, Valerie.

Unless Estonia's
all you can handle.

[scoffs] No, please.

What do you know
about Gilbert Dorn?

Gilbert Dorn?

Um, same as everyone.

Legend put out to pasture.

Uh, saw and did it all
during the Cold War.

Cast a pretty long shadow
at Berlin Station.

He never left.
Retired in Berlin.

Did not know that.

Let me guess,
he's writing a book.

Worse. Podcast.

Been at it a few months.

Last week,
he went on about

a real story about
the fall of the wall.

Fiction, of course.

Really. He's embarrassing
himself more than anyone.

He's been drinking.

And the Agency is concerned
for his welfare, got it.

Um, wouldn't it
just be cleaner

to give this
to a company lawyer?

We're way beyond lawyers.

But I've been told
40 years merits
at least a courtesy call.

I will be sure to deliver
that message.

Thank you, Jason.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Joshua Russell's The Spear,

a masterwork
previously part of the
collection of King George V.

And I'm going to
start the bidding here
at 480,000 Euros.

That's 480,000 Euros.

480,000.

490,000 Euros.

490,000.

500,000 Euros.

-[Valerie] Well, this beats
a brush pass in a dark alley.
-[chuckles]

Yeah, thought you wouldn't
mind meeting here.

[Valerie] Someone's
passing off fakes?

[Esther] Or international
money laundering.

[auctioneer] Those of you
following online...

But, you know,
we have a lot
of these transactions

flowing through
the US bank system,

so if you ever
need my help...

Thank you.

In exchange for what?

Have you been
following Estonia?

We are aware
of the situation, yes.

Would you agree
that it's serious?

The level of seriousness
depends on the level of proof.

The unrest is growing and
of course Russia is involved.

I know for America,
this is all new and exciting,

but in Europe,
we're more used to it.

From what I've seen,
it's Article 5 serious.

An attack on Estonia
is an attack on America?

Are you speaking on behalf of
the United States government?

I realize that
our policies have been
unpredictable at times.

[scoffs, chuckles]

More like backpfeifengesicht.

"A face in need
of a good punch."

Esther, we've been through
a lot together,

and we've certainly
had our differences,

but I have always
been straight with you.

And that's why
I'm coming to you,

because I really want
to line up support

for what might be coming
to Estonia.

Personally, I agree.

Russia should rise above
everything.

But you're not the only one
with noise above you.

Russia literally keeps
the lights on in Germany.

Half of our energy
comes from them.

I will do
what I can to help,

but you will have
to take the lead.

Yes.

[auctioneer] Going three times.

-Sold at 700,000 Euros.
-[applause]

Thank you, Yuki. And...

I'm glad
the channels are open.
Let's keep talking.

How's Daniel?

He's fine. Last I heard,
he's out in the field.

Yeah, yesterday
he left me a voicemail.
He sounded distressed.

Really? In what way?

It was personal,
about his past.

Hmm.
What time was that?

-Mid-afternoon. Why?
-No. No reason.

You have never in your life
spoken for no reason.

Talk soon.

[auctioneer]
...starts right now.

[chanting in Estonian]
Estonia!

[chanting in Russian]
Russia! Russia!

[in Estonian] Estonia!

Estonia!

Estonia!

Estonia!

[in Russian] Mother Russia!

[in Estonian]
When will it be safe for me
to go back to work?

-Soon.
-Back to the flat?

Soon.

The man who came to your door.

We must be sure he is
the last to ask questions.

He won't be back.

[sighs] We'll see.

Those flowers on your table,

they weren't foxglove,

you wouldn't be so careless,
would you, Maret?

No.

-Those were... snapdragons.
-Hmm.

Harmless.

Katja's always picking flowers.

[mumbles]

[in Estonian] Estonia!

[in Russian] My family
has always been loyal.

My grandfather died
defending this country
from the Nazis!

They can't do this...

Then defend his memory.

Come on, let's go.

-[chanting continues]
-[engine revving]

[crowd clamoring]

[crowd squabbling]

[men grunting]

[chanting continues]

[clamoring]

[speaks Russian]

[crowd cheering]

[grunting]

[chanting continues]

[engine revving]

[crowd continues chanting]

[engine revs]

He's not stopping!

[cheering]

[women screaming]

[crowd cheering on TV]

[women screaming]

[Robert] Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

I want it... I need to...

How do you fucking
rewind this thing?

Go back.

Go back.

That part. There. Stop.

That's the waitress
who poisoned Henrik.

No fucking way
it's an accident
she was there.

Russians got to her first.

[Valerie] Well,
gotta give them credit.

They're willing to
tear down their monuments

and kill their own people
in order to sell a story.

Yeah.
Plus, the waitress makes

a very pretty murder
for the cause.

She also ties up
a loose end.

Torres saw a foxglove
at her flat.

He was headed
over there today

to try to connect her
to Henrik's murder.

They're moving fast.

By the time we get proof
of one thing,

they're blowing up
something else.

So the Russians have
stirred up the masses.

That does not mean they can
get past NATO tripwire for us.

I think it does.

The tripwire activates
against foreign invaders.

NATO can't intervene
on internal politics,
even violence.

Russia just keeps
yanking the chain

until the hate machine
runs all by itself.

The fire appears
to spontaneously ignite
from within.

[Valerie]
And at some point,

the ethnic Russians
invite Russia in
to be the protector...

and the invaders
become the peacekeepers.

Goodbye, Estonia.

Okay, fuck protocol.

Let's get Daniel back here.

April,
let's hear the options.

[April] Diplomatic channels.

Official notice
to Estonian government,

check local police
and hospitals.

Done and done.
Skip to night action.

[April] Exfil hot extraction.

The FBI's hostage rescue team
is busy in Africa,

but JSOC
can send a SEAL team

down on the ground in Estonia
in maybe 10 hours.

No, plus...

plus two days to clear it
through Langley and SOCOM.

Bureaucracy will be
a fucking nightmare.

I can be there in four hours,
Valerie.

No. I need you here, Robert.

You'll point the search
for Daniel.

Let's get Torres into this.

Reach out,
and you'll be his handler.

Okay.

Two GPS trackback markers.

Daniel sent the first
yesterday afternoon

when he reached
the rail line near Turba.

Second ping
came 12 hours ago

as he was preparing to enter
a suspect tunnel complex.

Well, Torres' people,
Special Activities,

they live and breathe
"no man left behind."

They'll track Daniel down.

Where are you going?

Favor for Langley.

We're gonna need it.

Mine-sniffing dolphins
trained by DARPA.

Right.
Let's rewind just a bit,

maybe give some
historic context
for the uninitiated.

Berlin Wall falls,

Iron Curtain rises.

Capitalism wins.

Except for those
that risked their lives
to make that happen.

We're forgotten.

G.D., our resident retired,
chip-on-his-shoulder,

free-talking spook
with more nuggets

too fucking crazy
not to be true.

Go back to those dolphins.

So, we wanted to pump in
Michael Jackson,

Big Macs, and blue jeans,

hook the Soviets before
they changed their minds.

Bush Sr.,
he turns to the Agency
and we turned to Diver.

Full circle with Diver again.

Surely he's a composite of
characters from over the years.

As far as you know.

Anyway, long story short,

Diver trades a pod
of DARPA-trained
mine-sniffing dolphins

for the Russian
negotiating strategy
at the '89 Malta summit.

[on earpiece]
And guess what, we lied.

We went and rolled out NATO

right up to Russia's
Baltic doorstep,

Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia.

Russia has a long memory,

and they're still
really pissed off about it.

Quite a story.

Boy, haven't heard
that voice in years.

It's gotten rougher.

And less discreet.

Agency says that
he's jeopardizing his pension.

-That bad, huh?
-Mmm.

Um, I suppose I could try.

He was your mentor?

And my boss.

Then we were friends.

Dorn was a swashbuckling,
um, le Carre type,

and I was a...
Well, you worked with me.

[both chuckle]

Well, the Agency would
consider it a favor.

Yeah, favor's still
the coin of the realm.

Okay.
I'll do my best.

Speaking of which,

I hear Berlin Station got lucky
with their new COS.

Yeah, well-oiled machine.

I must confess to a bit of,
uh, paternal pride.

In me?

You are not old enough, sir.

Oh, yeah.

But there's one thing
I don't get.

You were always itching
to get out from behind the desk
and into the action.

Well, I guess that
placing my people

in with the right mission
is where I need to be.

-Okay.
-Yeah, speaking of my people,

I heard this rumor that
you were trying to poach him

before he settled on Tokyo.

You really think
I'd go behind your back?

Oh. [puffs]

[cell phone ringing]

What is it?

Estonia?

Daniel?

Haven't heard from him yet?

No, I haven't.

Okay, well, don't sweat it
till you have to.

This job's
already hard enough.

Thank you for Dorn.

I'll let you know
how he takes it.

Okay. Bye.

[gun cocks]

[knock on door]

[old-timey pop song
playing softly]

[exhales sharply]
Gilbert Dorn.

It's been a dog's age.

Um,
it's my fault entirely.

And after all these years.

-I'm glad it's you.
-Oh.

Wow.

Wow.

This is, uh, quite a trove
you have here. [chuckles]

The maid was a spy,
so I fired her.

Are you here to kill me?

Yeah,
after I have my drink.

You always had an oblique
sense of humor, you.

Hey, I know that one.

Is that Ulaanbaatar?

[both] What dog?

-Oh, my God, you kept that?
-Mmm-hmm.

That is impressive.

What else do you have?

Oh, now this, this looks way
too boring for the menagerie.

That is our proof
of WMDs in Iraq.

-That was you?
-Mmm-hmm.

Cut it myself from
an old tennis ball machine.

[laughing]

Oh, my God,
the stories, the stories.

So, I hear you've been dabbling
in new technologies.

[chuckles]

I knew you didn't come
for the nickel tour.

They're just stories,
Steven.

Gil, come on.

We both know
that every third or
fourth yarn you spin is true.

Now, you knew the deal
when you signed up.

[scoffs] Is that what
they told you to tell me?

An honest bargain?

No, it's just me.

Guy who made
the same bargain.

Except you sold out.

[scoffs] Just look at you.

Your fancy fucking suit.

You and I
are nothing alike.

I was 26 years old
when I made that bargain.

And you've done
incredible things.

You got to play a part
in history.

I am history,
goddamn it.

What did I get for it?

They won't even let you
keep the medal.

Now, that's just self-pity.

Really?

Well,
I'm done keeping secrets.

-I'm too old
and I don't give a damn.
-Gil. Gil.

Everything I did
for my country, nobody knew.

They didn't even bother
to thank me.

Okay.

Um, Gil, thank you
for your service.

Uh, now shut the fuck up.

Or what?

[sighs]

Okay, I'll...
I'll put it in a language
you understand.

You shut up, or the next player
that comes for a drink,

he won't be so, uh, nostalgic
or interested in all this,

and he won't fucking knock.

[sighs]

"If you could hear,
at every jolt, the blood

My friend, you would not
tell with such zest

To children ardent for some
desperate glory,

The old lie."

Come on, Gil. Jesus.

Help me out here.

It's good to see you, Gil.

[Rafael] ...as we forgive those
who trespass against us...

and lead us not
into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom
and the power,
and the glory, forever.

Amen.

[sighs deeply]

[phone rings]

Kirsch. Talk to me.

I found something.

Photo's on the way.

You might want
to brace yourself.

Valerie!

Oh, dear God.

What am I looking at?

[Rafael]
Ground zero at Miller's
last known coordinates.

Teeth are too smashed
and broken for ID,

skin's too far gone
for any prints or scars,
but I found a passport.

You're on-site.
What's your assessment?

That him?

-Yes and no.
-Jesus Christ.

It's classic
Spetsnaz mindfuck.

There's evidence for
and against a positive ID.

Messes with your fucking head
either way.

Yeah. We waste days on ID
instead of countering.

We can't
call the authorities.

Let Torres
extract the body.

No. Without a positive ID
in the field, it's too risky,

and Torres is already
out on a limb.

Okay.

Torres.

Do not, I repeat,
do not move the body.

Just get out of there now.

Copy that.

I'll start the paperwork.

Right. Thank you.

Fuck that.

[indistinct chatter]

-Be nice.
-[scanner chiming]

Oh, shit.

Dad?

We brought you dinner.

Hello, you two.

I bring good beer,
good food,

and the company
of a beautiful woman.

I'm tempted greatly,
but I'm in the middle
of something.

[scoffs] Dad, please
don't embarrass me.
Let us in.

Oh, I'm sorry.
We shouldn't have come.

You know you're always welcome
in my home, April.

Maybe a rematch
this weekend, hmm?

The board is set.

Thanks.
I'll think about it.

-Fuck him.
-Don't say that.

I don't mean it like that.
It's just I'm sick of his shit.

He tells people my mom
and sisters went to America

to be with relatives,
but the truth,

I think my mom just wanted
to be seen, listened to.

And when he gets in the zone
being Mr. Fucking Genius,

the whole world disappears.

Well, you can't see it,
but he cares about you.

It's why
he's working so hard.

I shouldn't fault his focus.

What he's doing
is gonna be amazing.

Thought you said
he was done.

He's mastered
the underlying tech,

but there are more
applications, potential...

For what?

You never wanted
to go to America,

be back with
the rest of your family?

We applied for visas.

Not happening.

There's no special category
for scientists?

Yeah, but there's
a more important category.

"Shithole country."

[chuckles]

Would you miss me?

[both chuckle]

Give me a minute.
I'll be back.

[Dove] What the fuck
are you doing here?

-I'm here for something.
-That's a really bad--

-[both grunting]
-Hey! Hey!

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

You don't want to get
involved in this.

Try me.

Your time is running out.

Aunty.

-[glass shatters]
-Come on.

-Come on.
-[Dove groaning]

Let's go.

Can you help me?

[Adeyemi] Geez.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh.

Dove, Dove,
look at you, eh?

What have you done?

Wait, wait, I've got him.
Are you okay?

-[April] Yes, I'm fine.
-All right.

There's some tape under the...
under the sink.

I've got you.

I've got you. Look at you.

What happened?

[April] Uh, there was a guy.

They were talking, and then
he just started pounding him.

And he knew his name.

Trouble, it has a way
of finding my son.

They are like old friends.

[Dove groans]

It's okay, April, you go.
I'll take care of him.

-[Dove weakly] I'm fine.
-[Adeyemi] What?

-[Dove] I'm fine.
-[Adeyemi]
What have you done, hmm?

April.

Thank you.

[distant clang]

[chimes]

[gun cocks]

[knock on door]

Uh... his middle name,
what's his middle name?

How the fuck
do I not know it?

Adam. It's Adam.

[grunts]

[lock disengages]

[radio chatter in Russian]

[door creaks]

[grunting]

[men shouting in Russian]

[whistle blowing]

[men continue shouting
in Russian]

[whistle continues blowing]

[shouting in Russian]

[men shouting in Russian]

[gunshots]

[machine gun firing]

[guns continue firing]