03x07 - The Eye Fears When It Is Done to See

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Previously on
"Berlin Station"...

My source says they're making
a deal for the w*apon.

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.

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.

This is Roman Platov.

Tomorrow,
we go to Vassily's dacha,

talk some business.

Oh, no!

I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.

It's my fault.
Are you okay?

No, I'm sorry.
I wasn't paying attention.

Here, I got it.
You got them all.

Sorry.
Thank you.

Sorry.

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

That's from 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.

Amongst other languages.

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

You give lessons?

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.

See ya.

Hmm.
Flamethrowers.

For the man who has everything.

This is tame.

Last time someone stiffed
on a Krik deal,

it was sh**t to k*ll.

Blake.

Major.

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

Of course.

Welcome to my dom,
Mr. DeSanto.

Mr. Krik,
a pleasure.

Not the warm welcome
we expected.

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 thr*at of a NATO session
was enough to frighten

the w*rlord of St. Petersburg
after all?

Coincidence.

Serendipity.

Mm. Mm.

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

PankowHeinersdorf.

O-Okay.

Just quickly remind me again
what you're doing

soaking up rays
on the Cote d'Azur

while I'm stuck here
in f*cking Berlin?

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,
h-h-he's only alive

because the Russians are showing
highly-unusual restraint here.

And if that f*ckin' vote
fails...

It won't.

If it f*cking fails,

Damocles' sword comes down
on Daniel and Estonia.

Even if we go blacksite
on this m*therf*cker,

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

And everything we do know
can easily be dismissed

as fake f*ckin' 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.

We need to expedite things.

Berlin's counting on us
to get access

to Krik's accounts
by first light.

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, f*ck Valerie.
I'm here to find Daniel.

Your con can wait.

Krik's money's not
going anywhere.

Oh, sh*t.

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

I know her well.

How do you think
she got the tiger?

All right, you win.

The sooner we get out of
this f*ckin' place, the better.

Stay put.

Try and keep
your f*ckin' head attached.

- Hello.
- 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.

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 f*cking panda.
But what would the Chinese
stand to gain

from w*r in the Baltics?
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.

You are not supposed
to be up here.

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.

A-Anyone?

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?

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

Oh, there it is.

Oh.

There it was.

Show me how you did that.

Mm.

Well, only if you let me
try your game.

Have it...
The battery's almost dead.

Mm.
Deal.

Um, uh, one macchiato,
two sh*ts,

just a whisper of foam, please.

Yeah, yeah.
I know what he wants.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, can I also get
a caramel latte?

Yeah.

Terrific, thanks.

Oh, and, uh...
And a black coffee.

All to go, please.

Here you go.
Keep the change.

Danke schoen.

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 U.K.

All you have to do...

is tell me who sent you
to Estonia,

who ordered you
to assassinate Sofia Vesik.

Now...

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.

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

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.
B.B. 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.

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 b*rned
are a subsidiary of Fenxi.

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 w*apon.

Why do you think
Langley wants it so bad?

So what?

We give it to the Chinese,
cross our fingers,

and hope that
they scratch our backs?

April's right.
It's a huge risk.

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.

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 sh*t.

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.

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.

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."

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.

Where's the meeting?

A decommissioned power station,

somewhere we won't be disturbed.

Za nashu druzhbu.

To our friendship.

Ahh!

Listen...

I don't want to be a stickler,

but we got to transfer
some funds soon...

Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Why rush?

My vstretimsya pod stolom.

We meet again, under the table.

Salud.

Whoa!

Too much heat.

Sorry, man.
Don't worry about it.

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

Go clean yourself up.

Hey.

Hi.

Uh...
Oh.

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

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.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, it's good.

Ah.

So, how long you been in Berlin?

Mm! 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-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.

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?

- Gerald.
- Miss Yates.

Wasn't expecting to see you
again so soon.

Sign of the times, I'm afraid.

Shall we begin?

How's the headache?

Oh, uh, it's...

It's much...

much, much better.

So much better.

Wait.

sh*t.

sh*t, I'm sorry.

f*ck.

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...

Okay.

Rain check.

Rain check.

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

Call Valerie,
tell her Torres f*cking did it.

We got what we need
to bring Daniel home.

Dance with me.

I don't sh*t 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 k*lled.

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?

You know what he's planning?

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?

I'm serious.

Yes, I know of him.

Where is he?

Nyet.

No more answers.

Irina...

Will you help me or not?

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.

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

Okay.

One last chance.

You cough up something up
I can use

or it's back to the gulag.

Okay.

Okay, please.

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...

...we starved.

Those who didn't,
they k*lled each other.

My neighbor,
after he lost his job,

he strangled his children,
and then hung himself.

My uncle...

m*rder*d 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 sh*t,

the one who gave the beatings.

No more helplessness now.

Now I chose...

who lived...

and who d*ed.

I see you through a scope,

and in that moment,
your life belongs to me.

Absolute control.

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...

f*ck!

f*ck.

No. No, no, no.

No.

No! Frank!

Frank, get in here!

Un-f*cking-cuff him!

Uncuff him!

No, no! No!

No, you're not going out
like this!

Not like that,
m*therf*cker! No!

No! Aah!

No, m*therf*cker!

No! No!

No!

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

Yebat' tebya v rot mudak.

Let's put it to a vote.

Whether or not we will advocate
for invoking Article 5.

France is in favor.

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 f*cking-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.

Accusation?

The proof is right there.

Yes, we've all
seen the intelligence.

Internal skirmishes,

intensified by the presence
of the Estonian Defense League

bringing the hammer down 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 U.K. cannot shoulder
the responsibility

of m*llitary engagement
without the U.S.

Neither will France.

Germany is
energy-dependent on Russia.

We won't be able
to do this alone.

Superb.

Well, this is it, then.

There will be
no NATO resolution.

Estonia is on their own.

Oh, f*ck.

Nina...

I never f*cking touched her.
I didn't touch her!

Maybe.

But you were going
to touch my money.

Isn't that right?

You broke my trust.

Now I break y... Bullshit!

You f*cking need me!

Half your f*ckin' fortune is
tied up in my freeport!

Moscow turns their back on you,
you're f*cked!

You are f*cked!

I'm your only f*ckin' 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.

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 f*ckin' what?

He knows too much to walk away.

That's a problem.
No, no, no, no, no problem.

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

Rodion, the r*fles.

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 thr*at 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, w-w-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.

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 w*apon.

You have to help us.
Okay. Slow down.
Tell me what happened.

The police kicked down the door,
held g*ns to my father's head,

accused us of plotting
a terror att*ck.

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

They won't tell us sh*t.

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.

You first.

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?

Who's Nina?

Tell Esther Krug
to keep her nose

out of Russian business.

Who the f*ck is this?
We had a f*cking deal.

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.

What the f*ck are
you doing, man?

Giving you a head start.
Get to the green dacha.

Here.

Now check this out.