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Previously on "Berlin Station"...

The CIA's go-to
wetworks man in Berlin

from '83 up to the fall of the wall.

Those dates.
Diver would have been the one.

And then he just disappeared.

You think Diver
killed your mother?

The years line up. Berlin would
have been his hunting ground.

I just got
a night action from Estonia.

Ethnic Russians and Free Estonians

are at each other's throats.

Daniel, Robert, I want you both
to go to Tallinn tomorrow.

There's just one guy there...
named Torres.

Damn.

It's nice to see some friendlies.

The Russians are already making a move.

Saw a ghost.

The guy's name is Sergei Basarov. Sniper.

You need to listen to us, Henrik.

Sofia Vesik. Meet my friends.

Tell them about
your "Sama Kaart" program.

Any friend of Henrik's...

Can she be brought into our tent?

If she's persuaded it's best for Estonia.

Wait a minute. You all right?
You want to see that?

Do you see that? Halos.

Henrik Viiding passed
of cardiac arrest

at exactly 18:39.

That was way more
than just a heart attack.

We need to get to the body
and get a sample.

I need two
on the next train out of here.

You're set.

Where is it?

- Who did that to you?
- He had training.

He's definitely
been in the field.

- Spetsnaz?
- Torres was right.

There's something going on here.
Get this to Valerie.

It went to shit, Valerie.

Robert, where's Daniel?

We got separated.

I left him there. He's wounded.

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Mom?!

Daniel. Are you safe?

Did Robert make it back?

Yeah, he got back about an hour ago.

He said you're wounded.

Daniel, I need to know,

because if you pass out in
a ditch, you make my job harder.

Do not make my job harder.

Listen, I saw a strange train
this morning outside Tallinn.

Headed west, stealth mode,

blacked-out markings, packed full of men.

What, soldiers?

I don't know, but maybe the
Little Green Men Torres spotted.

The guy who jumped me
was Spetsnaz, that's for sure.

Robert said that you were trying
to locate Sofia Vesik.

Did you reach her?

Uh, not yet, but I'll find her.

Daniel, you don't have to do this.

Torres is there.

Yeah, well, so am I.

If it is Russia,
then we need proof and fast

before their troops are in place.

We'll send you Sofia's address.

- You get the proof.
- Okay.

But you get yourself patched up.
You hear me?

Kirsch.

SCIF in 20.

Okay.

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.

Had to wake Krakauer up, but
fuck it, do your job, asshole.

- You look nice.
- You look like shit.

- Thanks.
- You get any sleep?

It was a rough night. Fuck sleep.

You guys? SCIF.

Officer Torres, thank you
so much for joining us.

Since Tallinn Station is dark,
we'll be taking point from here.

Copy that.

Now, we should be expecting
the tox results

from the hair samples within a few hours.

You know, there was a waitress
at the café.

He ate that every day.

What the fuck was her name?

Maret. She might know something.

Maybe she poisoned him.
I'll go have a word.

Well, for a change,
maybe try not to torture her.

Mm, I miss you, man.

I looked up, and you were gone.

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.

The sniper I made, Sergei Basarov,

and the guy who attacked Miller.

So Russian forces attacked a CIA
officer outside of a war zone,

or are we now classifying
Estonia as a war zone?

No, no one's calling this a war,
least of all the Russians.

This is just an internal
ethnic conflict in Estonia.

Uh, that's how
the Crimean Playbook starts.

Take out the moderate voices,
the peacemakers,

douse with gasoline, strike a match.

We're gonna need help, though.

Henrik said that Sofia Vesik
had national pull.

Is that... Is that true?

I sent Daniel her address.

Smart, telegenic,

uh, more Twitter followers than Beyoncé.

Today is the release of Sama Kaart,

her white passport program.

Ethnic Russians, a third of the country,

have had gray passports
since the Soviets left.

It's less rights, second-class citizens.

Sofia's white passport unites all sides.

Yeah, that explains "why now."

You can't manipulate an
angry mob if they're not angry.

This could be Russia's
last chance to take Estonia,

and if Estonia goes,
so do the other Baltics,

then it's on to Poland.

Iron Curtain falls again.

- _
- Can I speak to Sofia Vesik?

Ms. Vesik is busy.

It's okay, Jan.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk. Please.

Remember, "Any friend of Henrik's."

Henrik's dead.

My name is Daniel Miller.

You're just gonna have to trust me.

You're lucky you have
a trustworthy voice.

Jesus! What happened?

Okay. Let me call an ambulance.

No, no, don't call anyone, please.

I'm okay. I'm okay.
I just need to clean up.

Yeah?

Here's the T-shirt.

You got a needle and thread?

No, I have a tailor.

Oh, my God.

Come with me.

This is crazy.

You should have gone to a doctor.

What is that? Is that superglue?

It's called transglutaminase.

- Hm.
- It's a culinary adhesive.

My ex, Maksim, he was a chef.

Trying to be.

Wait, so it's meat glue?

I wasn't going to call it that,

but you went there,
so, yes, it's meat glue.

Okay.

Let's give it some time to set.

I'm guessing you weren't mugged.

Who are you, Mr. Miller?

I work for the American government.

Ah.

We were consulting Henrik,

hoping he might smooth over some
ruffled diplomatic feathers.

Bullshit.

They're saying it was a heart attack,

but it doesn't feel right.

Why is Henrik Viiding dead?

Because he was fearless.

He wanted peace.

Sama Kaart will make that possible.

My white passport program.

Henrik convinced Parliament
to trust my tech.

- Russia's not going to allow Sama Kaart.
- They have no fucking choice.

No, they can't retake a united Estonia.

I'm speaking at Centennial
tonight on Henrik's behalf.

You need to stay away
from the Centennial.

Do you know how many
death threats I get every day?

Trust me, these guys
will not give you a heads-up.

I'm speaking for Henrik.
He deserves that.

Okay.

And I need to get to the office.

Can we talk in the car?

You're certainly persistent.

- Hey, there.
- Hello.

Um, is Maret working today?

She helped me last week,
and she was awesome.

Uh, not today, sorry.

What can I do for you?

Ah, nothing. I'm good.

Yeah.

Basically, Tervik
just uses new technology

to make existing systems work better,

like automation, robotics, I.T., telecom.

Any chance you could
help me track a train

no one's supposed to see?

Maybe.

You're a spy.

Aren't you?

Paavo. He keeps the servers singing.

You met Jan.

So, can you help me?

If your train was really there,
Kaarta will find it.

It's cutting-edge geomapping.

Taps into satellites, Google Earth, CCTV,

anything we can find to create
a real-time video feed.

I guess you guys
never heard of the Patriot Act.

I guess we're all
just hackers at heart.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Where and when?

Uh, about a kilometer north
of Balti Jaam, around 4:30 a.m.

Hmm.

I don't see any train tracks.

You're not meant to.

Okay, so GPS coordinates go here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Any questions, ask Jan.

Thanks.

Um, Maret Yankova?

Did I say that right?

Yes.

Really sorry to bother you.

My name is Rafael Ramirez,
Associated Press.

Uh...

Totally, totally get it, ma'am.

Who am I? Dogging you at home.

It's just rude.

It's not you. My babushka is ill.

Two minutes tops.

Just need some quotes for a
tribute piece on Henrik Viiding.

Just want to know what he meant
to regular people like yourself.

I heard you were his favorite waitress.

Did I get that right?

I liked Henrik very much.

He was always kind to me.

Some at the café were a bit,
how do you say...

star-struck.

Hmm.

But he always put me at ease.

That's what I've heard.

Did you notice any signs
of failing health?

He had spells.

Maybe the flu?

And he never ate well.

Hmm.

Baba needs me.

Are we done?

Yep.

Thanks for your time.

Are you sure about these tracks?

They exist. I've seen them.

Yeah, well, they aren't...

Hold on.

Found it!

It looks like an old Soviet supply line.

Runs from Kaliningrad in the west

all the way through Estonia to Moscow.

Looks like it hasn't been used
since the '70s.

Okay, see if you can find out
who's using them now.

Robert's worried about you.

Well, Valerie, too,
but she hides it better.

Sofia patched me up.

All right, Sofia.

What's she like?

Rock star, right?

Well, she didn't let me bleed to death.

Wait.

I don't get it.

According to the time stamp,

the train stopped for several
hours by a town called...

Turba.

Turba.

Did they unload anything?

Nope. It's just sitting there.

You know what? I'm gonna check it out.

Well, as your handler,

I recommend that you wait
until you have backup.

I'll be less conspicuous alone.

In small-town Estonia? Please.

You'll stand out like a redneck
at a Rihanna concert.

Look, just send me the coordinates,

and I'll do some recon.

Hey, Robert.

Hey.

Can you just show me his file, please?

If no one else bumps on Torres,

if it's just me being me, I'll let it go.

No, I'm not showing you his file.

Oh, come on, please. Don't do that.

This isn't about who's in charge.

You're only COS because I took the blame

when it all went FUBAR.

You're right, Robert.

They laid that all at your feet,
and it wasn't fair.

And I came to you, and I asked
you how we could make it right,

and you said Tokyo.

And then I went to bat for you, didn't I?

True, yeah, you did.

What's wrong? You don't want
to go to Tokyo now?

No, I-I do.

I shouldn't have left Daniel.

You made a call.

Big day.

I wish Henrik were here to see it.

I need your promise

that you won't go
to the Centennial tonight.

Okay, if you're right,

if Russia's really trying
to take back Estonia,

what could we possibly do to stop them?

If they're really coming, then...

NATO will step in, and we'll go to war.

But will you?

Let's you and I keep the peace.

Maybe we won't have to find out.

Yeah, well, whatever
you got would be helpful.

Seriously, I appreciate it.

Okay, you ready?

Torres, Rafael, with an "F."

Social's 987-65-4329.

I got... I got a lot of redactions.

You got postings?

Uh-huh.

Afghanistan.

Iraq.

Yemen.

Syria.

Those are some hot theaters.

What the hell's he doing in Tallinn?

Really?

Medevac or whack-evac?

Okay.

Yeah. Thanks, Derek.

Appreciate it. I owe you.

Fuck.

There's nothing here.

At least you're out in the sun.
No windows gets old.

You don't have another op
that you're running?

I can't confirm or deny.

I do have a hot date tonight

with the son of a Nigerian scientist.

Wait.

Here it is.

I got it.

There's definitely something
been over these tracks.

Brush is flattened.

Not as defunct as someone
wants the world to believe.

There's no other sign of activity nearby.

No tire tracks.

Why did it stop here?

Follow the tracks west.

There's an old Soviet complex.
Medium-range ballistic missiles.

It's probably the reason for the
rail line in the first place.

I'm gonna check it out.

For the record, I hate this remote shit.

I wish I had your back.

I like your voice in my ear.

You'll be hearing it again soon.

Be careful.

Sure.

But, I mean,
Henrik had heart issues

for what, two decades?

Doesn't prove anything.

Tox reports came back.
Hair samples were negative.

Not negative, exactly.

Henrik was seeing fucking glowing halos

right before he collapsed.

Visual hallucinations like that

are a unique symptom
of foxglove poisoning,

which is a purple flower
that grows wild all over Europe.

So why wasn't it on the tox report?

Because foxglove has the same
root chemical derivation

as digitalis,

the heart medication
he was already taking.

So the poison would look like an
overdose of his own medication?

- Is that what you're saying?
- Not even that.

My research says that
if he ingested foxglove,

he'd have a heart attack,

but his digoxin levels
would barely change.

He's right. There's a slight
bump in his levels

but within the margin of error.

So, we could prove that he was poisoned,

but we have no proof
that he was poisoned.

They're fucking good.

Well, I obviously can't
take this to Langley.

- Oh, I know.
- Russians are bold.

They usually own their poisons.

Why wouldn't they flaunt
and then deny as usual?

Because the Crimean Playbook
relies on absolute secrecy.

Esther Krug.

Hey, it's me.

I miss you.

Listen, Valerie wants me to fill
out some forms in triplicate,

something to do with clearance on "us."

I guess we weren't as sly
as we thought we were.

Anyway, I had this crazy dream
last night about my mom.

I don't know if I ever told you,

but I was there the night she died.

I saw it.

The explosion, everything.

He had a choice, the guy that did it.

He waited, watched her get into the car.

I guess he didn't want any witnesses,

but he didn't know about me.

I saw him.

I think I know who Diver is.

And some cigarettes.

Thank you.

You got a light?

Thanks.

You from around here?

We live here.

Yeah?

You all in a club or something?

The Butch Club.

I'm just messin' with ya.

You're Russian, right?

Estonian.

No, I guess not.

Well, it was nice to meet you guys.

Got a beautiful country here.

When I was 7,

I was sent to stay with my
Russian grandfather in Sillimae.

He was a baker.

I loved to watch him work.

I spread the flour,
picked up the scraps of dough,

sneak a warm roll with jam.

And then one day his shop was shut down,

license pulled, no reason given.

And as I stood in line with him,

when we shuffled from one
government window to another,

I saw on the cover of his I.D.,
it read "alien passport."

I was a kid.

To me, "alien" meant bad,
scary, different.

This country wanted my grandfather

to know he would never belong.

Sama Kaart isn't just a passport.

It's acceptance.

A welcome home.

Henrik led us here.

Your Parliament voted.

Our technology will make this possible.

Now every Estonian
will have full voting rights,

access to public services,

and the right to work abroad...

...without obtaining a visa.

Today I say, no more.

We are one Estonia!

Uh, I'm sorry.

This sounds like we all need
to step outside.

Please step outside.

Hey, what's going on here?

Getting high?

You Australian?

American.

Is your country great yet?

My country's fucked.

Compared to this, it's fucking paradise.

I don't understand what happened.

Paavo was debugging the server,
and there was no fire.

They're ripping her to shreds.

- Who?
- Sofia.

Jesus.

You think it's true?

I've been following her for years.

I know her.

Her app may still need some fine-tuning,

but these make it sound
like it's designed

to racially profile.

There's no way. That's not who she is.

Maybe she's not as altruistic
as you think.

Look at this.

The level of vitriol,

the traffic volume, the repeated phrases.

This is the hallmark
of a Russian troll farm.

So a different kind of assassination.

You think she'll lay low?

Sofia?

Not a chance. She'll counter.

Sofia.

Gaby and I didn't know any German,

so we would just memorize
the autobahn signs,

and that's how we found our way back.

Literally, I would just look
for "Ausfahrt,"

and that's how I'd get back
to the Airbnb.

- Not realizing? Not
- realizing that "ausfahrt"

is German for "exit," yes.

A true Darwin Award moment.

How does that story
make you seem even hotter?

I don't get it.

You know that guy?

No. Maybe he knows my dad.

Everyone knows your dad.

The great Dr. Adeyemi.

He can command an auditorium
of a thousand,

but one-on-one, he's a different person.

He's happier alone, locked in his lab.

How's the project going?

Almost done.

Very mysterious.

I'll tell you when the time is right

or when I'm really wasted.

But it's gonna be huge.

Set-for-life huge.

No more immigrant visas.
No more scrambling for grants.

He deserves it.

You both do.

People may be gathered

to celebrate 100 years
of Estonian independence,

but tensions between Estonians
and ethnic Russians

have never been higher.

Critics allege Sofia Vesik's
Sama Kaart program

was really gathering data on
the ethnic Russian population.

The Tervik CEO is scheduled
to speak here tonight,

but with rumors of
racial profiling dogging her,

it's unclear how welcoming
this crowd will be.

Torres.

I need you to find Sofia Vesik.

They're after her. She's a soft target.

Sabotage, fake news.

Where are you?

Old Town Tallinn, Centennial.

Well, perfect. Her assistant
said she's on her way there.

I-I really wish I could help you,

but I have a bead on Sergei, okay?

He might even be here for her.

Maret's apartment
has a clean line of sight.

I think he's gonna make a move.

Secure Sofia first.

Is that an order?

That is tactical wisdom.

Secure the asset you can find

before countering the shooter you can't.

- Roger that.
- Thank you.

Turba's a ghost town, empty.

And then these vastupidaz...
How do you say?

Uptight fuckers show up
in their dumb shirts,

try to recruit guys, you know,
the militia types,

some glorious cause.

We can't even get high
in the basement anymore.

How long they been here?

A month or two.

More show up every few days.

On a train?

You mean the secret train
we're not meant to hear?

Which of course we all hear
'cause it's a fucking train?

Yeah, yeah, that one.

Did you find these in the basement?

Dregs only. Thousands of them.

Hold this.

- Oopsie!
- Oh, fuck!

Jesus!

Come on.

Fuck! Aah!

What the hell?!

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

You work with Daniel Miller.

Yes, now get in your car.

I need you to stay in here.

They sabotaged my work,
and they killed my friend.

I can't let lies speak for me.

I need you to stay inside
your car until I come back.

And whatever you have say,

these people are not here
to hear it, okay?

So stay down out of sight
and lock your door!

Oh, God.

Kaspar!

Where have you been?

I got a solid lead.

Some kid who's been huffing rocket fuel

from the silo complex showed me a way in.

Wait, you've been following
some wasted huffer down there?

It's where the action is.

Listen, there's probably no reception,

so give me 12 hours in the dark,

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

You try and get some sleep.

Fuck sleep.

Okay.

Is anyone hurt?
Were those shots meant for me?

I was right.

I warned them.

Tonight was just the starting gun.

Let's go.