All language subtitles for Berlin.Station.S03E07.WEBRip.x264

[Daniel] Previously on
Berlin Station...

[April] My source says
they're making a deal
for the weapon.

We can't let Adeyemi
sell this tech to the Chinese.

I've been authorized
to make you this proposal.

-It's quite generous.
-Triple it.

You new to the building?

Welcome. I'm Robert.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Nina.

[in German]
What is it that couldn't wait?

The CIA has
a missing officer...

I need tracked down.

[Robert] That man
is Sergei Basarov,

and he is
incontrovertible proof

of Krik's move in Estonia.

Tomorrow, midnight.
Sergei for Daniel Miller.

NATO summit's in 48 hours.

We need a unanimous vote
on Article 5

to get Krik to back down.

How do you plan
to get the votes?

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

South of France.

My fellow 14-Eyes,
they may be joining.

So, how exactly
is your contact
in St. Petersburg

supposed to get Torres
to Krik?

He's a roofer,

a high-end concierge
for the Russian elite.

Hector DeJean.

Krik's untouchable.

If he's got Miller,
he's as good as dead.

[Hector] This is Roman Platov.

Tomorrow,
we go to Vassily's dacha,

talk some business.

[bird caws in distance]

[panting]

[continues panting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[man shouts in Russian]

[man shouts in Russian]

[man shouts in Russian]

[grunts]

[men speaking in Russian]

[man screaming]

[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 ♪

[grunts] Oh, no!
I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry.

It's my fault.
Are you okay?

[Nina] No, I'm sorry.
I wasn't paying attention.

[Robert] Here, I got it.
You got them all.

-Sorry.
-Thank you.

Sorry.

Uh, yeah, that's, uh...

That's for my son, Noah.

Thought I'd, uh...

send a card on time
for once.

As long as there
is cash inside,

he won't care
if it's a bit late.

Oh. So you speak
fluent teen.

[chuckling]
Amongst other languages.

I have two 13-year-old nieces,
so it comes in handy.

You give lessons?
[chuckles]

Um...

We are clearly
very busy people

who tend to collide
in hallways and all.

Maybe we should try
a deliberate meeting.

What about dinner
at my place?

Uh... wow.

Uh, uh, okay, yeah.

Uh, absolutely.

But, um, let me
bring the dinner.

How about that?
I... I know a place.

Uh, best dim sum
in Berlin, so...

Oh, uh...
I won't argue with that.

Good.
Nice bumping into you.

[chuckles] See ya.

[vehicle approaches]

[conversing in Russian]

Hmm.
Flamethrowers.

For the man
who has everything.

This is tame.

Last time someone stiffed
on a Krik deal,

it was shoot to kill.

Blake.

Major.

This is Manuel DeSanto,
the investor I told you about.

Of course.

Welcome to my dom,
Mr. DeSanto.

Mr. Krik, a pleasure.

[speaking Russian]

[Rafael]
Not the warm welcome
we were expecting.

[Hector]
You ought to be glad
it wasn't warmer.

Well, asking me to meet
before my morning cup of joe,

this better be good news.

You are in luck.

A certain someone, uh,
would prefer him

out of American custody.

Oh.

So the threat
of a NATO session
was enough to frighten

the warlord
of St. Petersburg after all?

[chuckles]

Coincidence.

Serendipity.

Mmm. Mmm.

[Kolya]
80,000 Russian soldiers
fell in the Battle of Berlin.

Almost makes two lives
seem trivial, doesn't it?

Daniel Miller
for your boy, Basarov.

Were you with him
in Tallinn?

Yeah.

Midnight.

Bahnbetriebswerk

Pankow-Heinersdorf.

[indistinct talking
in distance]

[seagulls squawking]

Okay. Just quickly
remind me again
what you're doing

soaking up rays
on the Cote d'Azur

while I'm stuck here
in fucking Berlin?

[Valerie] If you'd like
to come run
this 14-ring circus,

you're more than welcome,
Robert.

No, I'm good.
How are we looking?

Spain is courting opposition,
but that's nothing new?

April's on it, though.

Where are we with
Sergei Basarov?

Not a peep out of Basarov,
but they're worried.

Kolya is willing
to broker the trade.

-Tonight.
-On the eve
of the Article 5 vote?

Jesus.

Robert, Basarov is
the best evidence we have

of Russian actors
in Estonia.

It's too risky.
You need to stall Kolya.

What, double-cross him
and lose our one chance

of getting Daniel back?

Jesus Christ, Valerie,
he... he's only alive

because the Russians
are showing highly-unusual
restraint here.

And if that
fuckin' vote fails...

It won't.

If it fucking fails,

Damocles' sword comes down
on Daniel and Estonia.

Even if we go blacksite
on this motherfucker,

he's not coughing up
anything we don't
already know.

And everything we do know
can easily be dismissed
as fake fuckin' news.

Well, if you have
a better alternative,

I'd really love to hear it.

Yeah, Torres is about
to strike a deal
with Vassily Krik.

Once we establish
the Russian money trail,

that's proof
even the Spaniards
can't poke holes in.

I'd feel a lot better
if Hector wasn't involved.

Well, Torres can
hold his own.

Look, just keep
pressing Basarov,

see if you can get
anything out of him.

And then, once Torres
gets us Krik's accounts,

you're cleared to go in
and make the deal.

Let's just get Daniel home.

Yep. [sighs]

[cell phone beeps]

[door opens]

We need to expedite things.

Berlin's counting on us
to get access

to Krik's accounts
by first light.

[Hector] Took me months
to earn his business.

We don't have months.
These men aren't grunts,

they're captains,
and they're lieutenants.

Krik's ready to make a move.

Edwards gave me orders--

Oh, fuck Valerie.
I'm here to find Daniel.

Your con can wait.

Krik's money's not
going anywhere.

[vehicle approaching]

Oh, shit.

Krik's third wife,
just as deadly
as the husband.

[speaks indistinctly]

I know her well.

How do you think
she got the tiger?

[tiger growls]

All right, you win.

The sooner we get out
of this fuckin' place,
the better.

Stay put.

Try and keep
your fuckin' head attached.

[engine revving]

[speaking German]

[Esther] Bruno?
You found something?

[Bruno over phone]
No sign of Daniel Miller
in St. Petersburg,

but that Soviet rail line
he found in Estonia
runs to Kaliningrad.

Train must be coming.

Station is under heavy guard.
The cargo must be important.

I need you to find out.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm on it.

Update me the minute
you find anything.

After this, Krug...

Yeah, I know, we're square.

[engine shuts off]

-[Esther] Hello.
-[BB] Esther.

That's adorable.
Who brought show-and-tell?

I did. Thought it might
help us to see where we are.

We only have 10 hours
before we meet

with the rest
of the 14 Eyes.

We have to do
everything we can

to ensure that all NATO members
vote in the right way.

Triggering Article 5
requires a unanimous vote.

We'll need to prove
beyond a doubt

that this unrest in Estonia
was orchestrated abroad.

-And do we have that proof?
-We're working on it.

Well, that's reassuring.

Even with
irrefutable evidence,
we'd face opposition.

We already have.

In Brussels, both Norway
and Italy are pushing back.

What else do we know?

I'd expect the usual
Russian loyalists
to cause a stink.

Bulgaria and Hungary
have refused

to expel diplomats
in the past.

So have the Czech Republic,
Slovenia, Slovakia...

I wouldn't count
on Spain or Portugal

for support, either.

The Spanish PM
has the Kremlin
on speed dial.

And guess we have
to add Denmark to that list.

Oh, no, Denmark's
a firm Western ally.

Well, ally or not,

I saw the Danish
Defense Minister confab'ing

with a CNI agent this morning,
so there's always that.

That's a third of the vote.

If Russia's already exerted
this much influence,

Article 5 would fail.

[April]
Well, here's a surprise...

Russia's not pulling
the strings.

I tailed Serrano back
to a second meet
at Hotel Banc de Roches,

block of suites paid for
by Fenxi Systems.

The Chinese
telecom company?

Yeah.
I did a little digging.

Last week, Copenhagen Zoo
received two pandas.

Panda diplomacy,
ink an important trade deal,

and you get a fucking panda.

But what would the Chinese
stand to gain

from war in the Baltics?

[Valerie] I don't know,
but whatever it is,

we better figure it out,
and we better
figure it out fast,

because if NATO can't
fend off a panda,

they're gonna get mauled
by a very, very big bear.

[tiger growls softly]

[indistinct talking
in distance]

[safe beeps]

[Lana] You are not supposed
to be up here.

[chuckles]

[whispers] It's...
It's just...

It's a maze...
It's a maze up in here.

Does your mama know
you play that game?

No, but Papa does.

He won't let me hunt anyone
until I get older.

Anyone?

[phone beeping rhythmically]

Um...

So, uh, what else
does your papa teach you?

The three most important
lessons in life...

how to earn money,
how to look after it,

and how to spend it.

Oh, oh.

Like this, hmm?

[beeping continues]

Where'd it go?
I don't know.

Oh, there it is.

Oh.

There it was.

Show me how you did that.

Mmm.

Well, only if you let me
try your game.

Have it.
The battery's almost dead.

Mmm. Deal.

Stop!

Hands up.

Come on.

[music plays indistinctly
over intercom]

[speaking German]

[in English] Um, uh,
one macchiato, two shots,

just a whisper
of foam, please.

Yeah, yeah.
I know what he wants.

-[Robert] Hey.
-Hey.

Um, can I also get
a caramel latte?

[woman] Yeah.

Terrific, thanks.

Oh, and, uh,
and a black coffee.

All to go, please.

Here you go.
Keep the change.

Danke schoen.

[cell phone chimes]

[register beeping]

Your caramel latte.

How's he doing?

Real chatter box.

Won't shut up about
invading Estonia.

Blow me, Frank.

Hey.

Brought you a coffee.

Go on.

It's fresh.
It's hot.

Just trying
to be a good host.

My boss doesn't think
that I'm nice enough.

Hey, I told her
I offered you immunity,

nice, cozy retirement
in the UK.

All you have to do...

is tell me who sent you
to Estonia,

who ordered you
to assassinate Sofia Vesik.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Now... [clears throat]

this may be difficult
for a Yankee to grasp...

but in Russia,

there are no ribbons
for failure.

And whether I talk or not
changes nothing.

My fate is sealed.

I'm a dead man already.

And so is Daniel Miller.

[classical music playing]

[speaks indistinctly]

Reservation takes
months to get.
Do you mind if I join you?

Excuse me, Madame,
I'm afraid you cannot--

No, no. Please...
I'd be honored.

Please give us
a moment.

-I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.
-BB Yates.

Lovely to meet you,
Miss Yates.

Lucy Ximen.

Number 62 on the Forbes List
of female billionaires.

Educated at Cambridge,
chair of Fenxi,

whose transparent ties
to the Chinese State

routinely run it afoul
with regulators.

It must be
a big coincidence,

the change to your itinerary
on the eve of a NATO summit,

and taking over
three hotel suites.

You sure don't travel light.

You've done your homework,
Miss Yates.

No wonder you've gotten
the ear of the
Oval Office so quickly.

Now, shouldn't you
be in Brussels?

Chamber meetings
are for decorum.

Like any important deal,

the real business gets done
behind the scenes.

Many prefer the golf course,
but I like this venue.

Why didn't you
just announce your arrival
with a bullhorn?

You wanted to be found,
and you want us to know

that China holds
the short leash
on the opposition bloc.

My presence
was never intended
to be subtle.

Good. So we can
drop the subterfuge
and talk about why China

is interfering
in European affairs.

Let's call this what it is,
shall we?

Two world powers vying
for dominance.

The only difference...

one is waning,
the other waxing.

We've produced more
self-made billionaires

than any other country
in the world.

And those billions
helped finance

Estonia's tech sector.

This isn't about spite.

No, it's not.

It's pragmatism.

Russia's no ally,
but bribery and corruption,

they're a common language,
one that's reliable.

What if we could learn
to speak the same language?

I believe China
would be all ears.

I have a client upstairs
getting restless.

Your poker face is
usually better than this.

What's really going on?

German BND
are sniffing around
St. Petersburg,

looking for a missing
American officer.

I don't want the scent
leading the CIA to my door.

Friends from another life,
huh?

You've got just
as much to lose
in that freeport as I have.

I need to know
if Krik's involved.

Tell you one thing
about Vassily Krik...

he likes his games.

But he only hunts
when the prey
is weaker than him,

only takes chances
when he knows he'll win.

That... doesn't exactly
answer my question.

[BB] As I expected,

the Chinese have
a giant request.

Did Lucy guarantee
to back off

in exchange
for Adeyemi's technology?

Not in so many words,
but I don't think

any of this is
a coincidence.

The Chinese investors
we burned are
a subsidiary of Fenxi.

[April] What were
we supposed to do?

That tech is safer
in American hands.

I know, but surrendering
this patent is exactly

the kind of goodwill
gesture we need.

This isn't
a billion-dollar IP.
His device is a weapon.

Why do you think
Langley wants it so bad?

[April] So what?

We give it to the Chinese,
cross our fingers,

and hope that
they scratch our backs?

[Valerie] April's right.

It's a huge risk.

[BB] Sergei Basarov
isn't talking.

Rafa's gone dark
somewhere in Russia.

The clock is ticking,
and we've got to bring
the opposition on side.

[Valerie] I'm gonna take
a run at the Dane,

see if I can get him
to break ranks.

Maybe the others
will follow.

It's worth a shot.

[seagulls squawk]

With the IFE tax loophole...

you won't find
a better investment.

Platov told me about that,
showed me the numbers.

45% is very impressive.

All you need is an office
with four employees,

which I will oversee
as I want.

Blake will be
our middle man.

Not sure about that.

[scoffs]

You don't like Blake.

I like Blake fine.

Trust him,
that's another story.

Blake's loyalty carries
a steep price tag.

He's done his part.

So if it makes you feel
more comfortable...

we can deal directly
from now on.

[chuckles]

Only in Russia
for a few days
and already catching on.

You know,
there's a saying...

"Corruption is everywhere,
but in Russia, it prospers."

[chuckles]

Well, cheers to that.

I knew I liked you.

We share the same philosophy.

Just because I've done well
doesn't mean...

that I don't feel sorry

everyone in Russia
is not as rich as I am.

Let's do this.

Yes, Mr. Secretary,
I understand.

It's the only
course of action.

Yes, sir.
I'll get it done.

Something wrong?

No, nothing.

-Any sign of Valerie?
-No, nothing yet.

Can't wait any longer.
We got to go.

Thank you.

Allons-y, monsieur.

[April] Where's the meeting?

[BB] A decommissioned
power station,

somewhere we won't
be disturbed.

[Vassily speaks Russian]

[in English]
To our friendship.

[groans and sighs]

Listen...

I don't want to be
a stickler,

but we got to transfer
some funds soon--

Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Why rush?

[speaks Russian]

[in English] We meet again,
under the table.

Salud.

-[retches]
-Whoa!

-[coughs]
-Too much heat.

-Sorry, man.
-Don't worry about it.

-No, no! I got it.
-Someone take care of it.

-[coughing]
-Go clean yourself up.

[speaking Russian]

[doorbell rings]

-Hey.
-[chuckling] Hi.

-Uh...
-Oh.

I hope you're hungry.
I brought a lot.

-[laughs]
-No, I mean a lot.

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah, it's the best
xiao long bao

this side of Shanghai.

And pair it with a nice
Sauvignon Blanc, crisp.

This is my friend's
vineyard.

-Oh, nice.
-Yeah.

Uh, please, come in.

Oh, it's almost ready.

Sorry. Is this rude? I'm...
I'm just... I'm starving.

No, dig in.
It's what it's there for.

[sighing] Oh.

Oh, my God.

-Yeah, it's good.
-Ah.

So, how long
you been in Berlin?

Mmm! Long story.

I actually did my residency
in Berlin, ages ago.

Back to Warsaw,

and then I did my fellowship
at Georgetown.

You've been around.

It's not the years,
it's the mileage.

Uh...

That's when you're supposed
to say how great I look.

Oh, you do.
I'm sorry.

I'm, uh...
I'm just, um...

I'm expecting this stupid
earnings report from work,

-so I'm...
-If you have somewhere
better to be, it's--

No, I don't.
I'm... I'm good.

And, by the way,
you look great.

My brain's just fried.
I have a little bit
of a headache.

You wouldn't have
any aspirin, would you?

Let me check.

I swear I just bought some.

Where could it be?

Um...

Sorry! I might be out.

Uh, I...
I think I'll live.

I couldn't find any,
but maybe...

this can help.

There you go.
I'm feeling better already.

Give me that.

Old family remedy.

Let's get this party started.

[bottle clinks]

[piano playing in distance]

Vassily should never
have talked you
into retiring.

It was an order.

Not a discussion.

Bullshit.

No one gives you orders.

What do you want
from me, Irina?

[piano continues in distance]

[tiger growls softly]

-Gerald.
-Miss Yates.

Wasn't expecting to see you
again so soon.

Sign of the times,
I'm afraid.

[chuckles]

Shall we begin?

[safe beeps]

[camera clicks]

[safe beeps]

[soft music playing]

How's the headache?

Oh, uh, it's...

It's much...

much, much better.

[Nina moans]

So much better.

[cell phone chimes]

Wait. Shit.

Shit, I'm sorry.

Fuck.

I hate to do this.
I'm sorry. I have to go.

I have a work emergency.

Can we please take
a rain check?

I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you.
I promise.

Get out.

Leave the dumplings.

Well...

[moans]

Okay.

Rain check. Rain check.

[cell phone vibrating]

Yeah, I'm...
I'm looking at it now.

Call Valerie, tell her
Torres fucking did it.

We got what we need
to bring Daniel home.

[piano playing]

-Dance with me.
-I don't shit where I eat.

Charming.

Professional policy,
nothing personal.

That's not what you said
when we were in Sochi.

Moment of weakness.

And it could have
got me killed.

I know what you're after,

but I can't help you,
not anymore.

Part of that money
belongs to me.

It's too dangerous
for both of us.

-You helped Sasha to get rid
of her husband.
-I did.

But Ilya Antonovich
is not Vassily Krik.

And Vassily is not
who people think he is.

Then who is he?

Who is he?

[sighs deeply]

You know what
he's planning?

[Irina] He doesn't think
I listen, but I know
all the secrets.

So what other secrets
do you know?

Hmm?

The CIA officer
they're holding,

know anything about him?

Big, strong American man,
like you are?

I'm serious.

Yes, I know of him.

Where is he?

Nyet.

No more answers.

Irina...

Will you help me or not?

[Hector] I can sell off
some of the artwork.

All right?
Skim a little off the top.

It's not a lot,
but it's a start.

[gun taps]

[sighs]

One I'm sure the Major
would like to hear about.

[gun cocks]

[sighs]

Okay.

One last chance.
You cough something up

I can use
or it's back to the gulag.

[chuckles]

Okay.

Okay, please.
[clears throat]

I'll talk.

People imagine life
in rural Russia is hard.

Try Moscow
during Perestroika.

At least if you had a dacha,
you could grow food.

In the cities...

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

...we starved.

Those who didn't,
they killed each other.

My neighbor,
after he lost his job,

he strangled his children,
and then hung himself.

My uncle...

murdered by 13-year-olds

because he wouldn't pay them
to wash his car windows.

No hot water,

no heat in winter,

wearing every stitch
we owned
just to stay warm.

Everywhere I looked...

helpless people.

You think
I joined the army

to earn a hundred rubles
a month?

I served...

because I refused
to be like them.

I endured dedovshchina,

beatings from my commanders,

until I became
the better soldier,

the steadiest shot,

the one who gave
the beatings.

No more helplessness now.

Now I chose...

who lived...

and who died.

I see you
through a scope,

and in that moment,
your life belongs to me.

[inhales deeply]

Absolute control.

[shudders]

It's how God must feel.

Control.

The thing you lack.

Tell me, Robert Kirsch...

does it bother you...

to be a pawn in our game?

Well...

that sob story
almost got me.

You should take that
back home,

tell me who's
in control there.

No.

I'm not going back.

My time is up.

What the...

Fuck!

Fuck.

No. No, no, no.

No.

No! Frank!

Frank, get in here!

Un-fucking-cuff him!

Uncuff him!

No, no! No!

No, you're not going out
like this!

Not like that,
motherfucker! No!

No! Aah!

No, motherfucker!

No! No!

-No!
-[gasping]

Do you regret...
leaving him behind, huh?

[coughing]

[speaks Russian]

[coughing, wheezes]

Let's put it to a vote.

Whether or not
we will advocate
for invoking Article 5.

France is in favor.

[buttons clicking]

[people murmuring]

[Leo in French]
Excuse me, but are you
fucking kidding me?

[in English] You promised me
that America would support.

I said I knew where
the White House stood

on the matter.

I didn't say
what that opinion was.

You already met
behind our backs?

If this is about spending
two fucking-percent, I--

It is not.

The United States
is committed
to our collective defense,

when that defense
is justified.

The White House has
been working overtime

to thaw relations
with Russia,

and accusing the Kremlin now
of authorizing the invasion

of a NATO state
is counterproductive.

[Valerie] Accusation?

The proof is right there.

[BB] Yes, we've all
seen the intelligence.

Internal skirmishes,

intensified by
the presence of the
Estonian Defense League

bringing down the hammer
on the ethnic
Russian population.

I said I needed proof.

What I have been given
is rumors

of a sanction-breaking
oligarch arming rebels.

This does not satisfy
the criteria of Article 5.

And it is my
official recommendation
to the President.

The UK cannot shoulder
the responsibility

of military engagement
without the US.

Neither will France.

Germany is
energy-dependent on Russia.

We won't be able
to do this alone.

Super.

Well, this is it, then.

There will be
no NATO resolution.

Estonia is on their own.

[scoffs]

Oh, fuck.

[computer beeps]

Nina...

[Irina in Russian]
Who are you?

Do you hear me?

Answer, who are you?

You know who you are.
You are a dog.

-Hello!
-Upstairs!

Upstairs!

Upstairs, bitch!

I never fucking touched her.
I didn't touch her!

[Vassily] Maybe.

But you were going
to touch my money.
Isn't that right?

You broke my trust.

-Now I break y--
-Bullshit!

You fucking need me!

Half your fuckin' fortune
is tied up in my freeport!

Moscow turns
their back on you,
you're fucked!

You are fucked!

I'm your only
fuckin' lifeline, Vassily!

That's a good point.

And why I appreciate you
introducing me to DeSanto.

-All right.
-Do not need a roofer...

-All right, all right.
-...once you've built
the house.

[Rafael] Wait. Wait.

Blake, he's my partner,
whatever he did.

You and I made a deal.

A deal you were just about
to cut him out of.

You fuckin' what?

He knows too much
to walk away.

-If that's a problem--
-No, no, no, no, no problem.

Only, I thought, he deserves
a sporting chance, okay?

Rodion, the rifles.

[Rodion speaks Russian]

And fetch the blyat.

To celebrate
our good news

by putting it out
of its misery.

If you want to call me a name,
go ahead.

I've been called every one
in the book.

Yeah, so have I.

We had all the evidence,
and you know it.

We had what they wanted us
to have...

just enough to be certain
but never enough to prove it.

If the same vote had
failed at NATO,

then the Alliance is nothing
more than a paper tiger.

Without the threat
of Article 5,
it's open season.

If Estonia's just
the finger in the dam

and the levee breaks,
then what?

The Balkans, the Baltics,
Ukraine?

A new Iron Curtain drops
within months.

Russia's back
on Germany's doorstep.

I mean, what is
your alternative?

You just let them march
into Estonia? Is that it?

If Krik wants
to show the Kremlin

what a big man he is,
let him.

Tapa will be
overrun in hours.
I hope you understand that.

Maybe.

Jason Wolfe sent me
to this quagmire

because no one else
would touch it.

He expected me to drown,
and I do not intend to.

Oh, I'm sure you don't.

Very self-serving.

Congratulations.

[door opens]

[cell phone rings]

April? Oh, thank God.

They wouldn't let me
use the phone until now.

-Who wouldn't?
-German immigration.

We're in a detention center
near Schonefeld, I think.

Somebody reported us.

They said we were
building a weapon.

You have to help us.

Okay. Slow down.
Tell me what happened.

The police kicked
down the door,

held guns to my father's head,

accused us of plotting
a terror attack.

-You know that's bullshit.
-Did they say
who reported you?

[Dove]
They won't tell us shit.

They're protecting
some skinhead's anonymity.

Or Aquinas or whoever else
you promised the prototype to.

Who else has access
to the lab?

What lab?

They took everything,
our equipment, our research...

Okay, I'll be there
in a few hours.

We'll get this sorted.

Please hurry.

They're putting us on a flight
to Lagos tomorrow.

You're not going anywhere.
I promise.

[sighs]

You first.

[body thuds]

[grunts]

[sighs]

You look surprised.

Thought slipping him a razor
was a pretty clear indicator
of what you wanted.

Wasn't me.

Another friend perhaps,
offering him mercy.

Nina...

She's not one of yours?

[chuckles]

Who's Nina?

[fingers snap]

[van door opens]

[van door opens]

Tell Esther Krug
to keep her nose
out of Russian business.

Who the fuck is this?
We had a fucking deal.

[Kolya] We did.

Looks like we both have
to be disappointed.

Where's Daniel?

I don't know.

Circumstances changed.

Jesus Christ. No.

Krik's making a play?
What about NATO?

-Check your cables.
-No.

NATO called off
the emergency session.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's not possible.

These are volatile times,
Robert.

Only one assurance
in this unpredictable world.

Chaos.

[car engine starts]

What the fuck are
you doing, man?

Giving you a head start.

Get to the green dacha.

-[dogs barking]
-Here.

[speaking Russian]

[barking continues]

[chains clatter]

[dog barks]

Now check this out.

[shouts in Russian]