02x03 - Right to the Heart

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Previously, on "Berlin Station"...

Katerina Gerhardt is seeking
to up the ante

on the spike in far-right hate crimes

across Europe.

She intends to swing
the election by violent means.

We need a camera in her home.

Ester Krug has asked for our help.

We have a rookie who is eager

to gain experience in the field,

and an experienced agent with
a lot of wisdom to impart.

April, we have a problem.

Get out of there... now.

- Who is he?
- Josef Emmerich.

Mrs. Gerhardt's political advisor.

Why is an American woman
outside the house

of Katerina Gerhardt two weeks
before the election?

I think you should leave.

Let me buy you coffee sometime.

In case you change your mind.

You look like you could use a drink.

- That an invitation?
- I don't know.

Does the new COS deign

to throw one back with her deputy?

Congrats on the ambassadorship.

Cheers.

There's talk of having

our own intelligence outfit,

sourced by the State Department.

Perfect fit for an old pro like you.

Don't answer now. Think about it.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

You created the identity of a gunrunner

called Andrew Chevalier.

I need you to wake him up right now.

The people behind me will
k*ll us if you don't play along.

I apologize for the intrusion.

- Mr...
- Chevalier.

We think he's planning
an att*ck to swing the election.

All we need is for him
to place an order.

- Did you two get any work done?
- Yes, we did.

Is it an order we can fill?

I've assured Mr. Ganz here

we can get it all to Berlin by the 21st.

That's ten days.

That was quite a line
you used to get me here.

You haven't heard that one before?

- No.
- Under the circumstances,

I thought the direct approach was best.

Well, there's direct,
and there's showing up

on my doorstep completely unannounced.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

Oh, I don't scare easily.

No?

- Hey.
- I don't have long.

Yeah, and I don't trust
these shitty IR links,

- so keep it short and sweet.
- I'm in Spain.

What the f*ck are you doing in Spain?

It's a long story. Listen.

Otto placed an order.

He wants 120 kilos of Semtex.

Hey. I just heard from Daniel.

- Good? Bad?
- Both.

Not a proposal,
but perhaps a proposition.

Open it.

The bug you planted
at Mrs. Gerhardt's house.

- I did no such thing.
- I thought you'd want it back...

CIA property and everything.

Emmerich knows that I'm CIA.

So if your cover's been blown,
what about the rest of us?

Has the PfD figured out
that we're targeting them?

Emmerich's done his homework.
He has resources.

How do we know the PfD
isn't running him into us

to try and figure out what we're up to?

I think we should stick it out.

Let's see if he offers himself
up as an agent.

And so what's the proposition?

Katerina Gerhardt has many secrets.

We can't go about
uncovering them this way.

"We"?

I thought I was out of options.

Then you walked into the picture,

and I knew I had found my chance.

A chance at what?

To purge my party
of its unsavory elements.

Other elements
besides Katerina Gerhardt?

Yes, well... Otto Ganz.

If stopping them is what your team here

hopes to accomplish,
then we have a common objective.

We're trying to tie Gerhardt
to Ganz, correct?

And Josef has basically
all but confirmed that.

And then we get Daniel's
phone call this morning,

- from Spain, with Ganz's orders.
- Exactly.

And that timing isn't suspicious to you?

Depends on how you look at it.

I see it as confirmation.

And why should I trust you?

I could ask you the same question.

Your organization isn't exactly known

for its trustworthy qualities.

But I think if we work together,

we would make a great team.

Or that's what
you would like me to think.

If I wanted to stop you, Valerie,

why would I invite you
to tonight's party

at PfD headquarters after the debate?

Will you come?

I'll add you to the guest list
either way.

The choice is yours.

It's been a pleasure.

At the end of the day...
today, as a matter of fact...

we have to make a decision.

Do I go with him to this event,
or do I not?

If he burns you, Valerie, we're done.

Well, yes, but if he helps us
to burn Gerhardt and Ganz,

then they're done.

I say you suit up.

- I respectfully dissent.
- Noted.

Come in here a sec, will you?

Robert, please give us a moment.

Absolutely.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Fill this in for me, please.

Any little thing you can find
on Josef Emmerich.

Okay.

- Thanks, April.
- Thank you.

You seem to have a bead on Emmerich.

I think I do.

In that case, let the agency take care

of anything you need for tonight.

On their dime?
That's a first.

To be very clear,
we both know the company line

on honey traps.

Yes, backwards and forwards.

And you've read my file,
so you know that,

despite agency policy...
I do have experience.

Is this where we awkwardly
trade w*r stories?

It's where I say I trust your judgment.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

I'm gonna pass. I'll just...

I'll handle it myself,
if that's all right.

As you see fit.

Oh, um...

I think it might not be a bad idea

to have April come along
as ground support.

Yeah, absolutely.

- You'll bring her up to speed?
- Sure.

So was it just cabin fever
that got you out the door,

or have you considered my offer?

No, I have. I have.

Not that I understand...

what it would entail.

Then let's dispense
with generalities, shall we?

That's what I was hoping for.

There's an event tonight

at the PfD headquarters...

post-debate rah-rah to rally the troops

in the homestretch before election day,

with lots of continental support
on hand:

Italy's Lega Nord,
France's National Front,

Danish People's Party.

Oh, it sounds like a barrel of laughs.

Oh.

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Well, I'd... I'd like you to go.

Me? With you?

No, I have a previous engagement.

Plus, my being seen there

so close to the election, it, uh...

it could appear biased.

Are you familiar with Nick Fischer,

Oslo Chief of Station?

In name only.

I caught wind of the fact
that he's due to be there,

but for some reason didn't
request country clearance

for his Berlin trip, as is the custom.

That's between you and BB Yates.

- That's her domain.
- Well, Steven...

I see fit to make this one your domain.

Why?

I have my reasons not to trust

your former ball team these days.

- And those reasons being?
- Gut instinct.

Richard, a personality clash
with Robert Kirsch

is not an excuse for a power grab.

Last I recall, the ambassador is the one

with ultimate power.

And if Fischer's up to something
on my turf,

I want to know what.

Okay. Um...

Norway has an election coming up.

Maybe he's... he's here
to take the temperature.

It's all guesswork until we find out.

Eyes and ears on Fischer.

- That's it?
- Don't make it sound so easy.

Word is, he's a bit off his rocker.

BB, Ester.

What? Why the urgency?

My asset just flew out
to Spain with Otto Ganz

to place an order for Semtex.

We just got the same call from Daniel.

Great, so everything's
basically on track.

Who's Andrew Chevalier?

- I'm sorry?
- Andrew Chevalier.

The supposed weapons dealer
Daniel has tapped.

- No idea. Robert?
- No.

If this is a joint operation,

there cannot be any wildcards
that I'm not aware of.

Daniel had to think on his feet.

We didn't even have a chance
to sign off.

I hope this is
not meant to reassure me.

What should reassure you,
Ester, is the fact that,

thanks to us, you are now far closer

to stopping Otto Ganz
than you were two weeks ago,

so... you're welcome.

Let's hope you're right about that.

Holy f*cking mother of God.

What, you know Chevalier?

I know the man behind the alias:

Hector f*cking DeJean.

DeJean? I thought DeJean
made for the hills

after his little stunt in Saudi...

at least, that's what I read

in the station report, but...

I mean, if it gets the job done
at the end of the day,

does it matter that it's DeJean?

Yeah, it does, actually.

There are things about Hector
you don't know.

- Like what?
- Like never mind, all right?

Excuse me... "never mind"?
Are you serious?

- Is that an order?
- Okay, listen.

Doing whatever it takes
to get the job done

is not how we work around here.

I personally like to draw the line

between rogue and reckless.

"How we work around here"

is my call, not yours.

Oh, BB, come on.

f*ck.

You say Emmerich, I say enigma.

Aspiring writer turned politician?

Ex-liberal, now super conservative.

And he goes to church,
but he did his PhD on Nietzsche.

It's weird.

Oh, I've seen weirder. Anything else?

At one time, it was rumored that

behind his politics lay a gay man,

buried in a right-wing closet.

Hence the late marriage.

And the no kids.

Okay, I need you to keep digging.

- I need it for tonight.
- Tonight?

Yes, you're coming with me

to the post-debate party
at PfD headquarters.

Since when?

Since I told BB that I wanted
you there as ground support.

After our last one,
I wasn't sure, you know...

where I stand.

If you're looking
for compliments, April,

you'll have to look elsewhere.

But I did see something in you.

- What?
- Potential.

And a tendency to go off-script,

so I need to know that
you can stick to the plan.

What plan?

Yes.

Thank you.

Can I help you find something?

Yes, I'm looking for something...

for evening?

Cocktail, classic?

More business or pleasure?

Um...

I have an idea.

Here.

This is one of my favorites.

Is it a special occasion?

I think perhaps something
more... more business.

Yes, of course.

How does it look?

Fine.

There's always this one, still.

You could just try it on.

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Probably won't leave
the party, but just in case...

You see the blueprint
for the PfD headquarters I sent?

Yeah, saved and memorized.

Damn. Photographic memory?

No, just pre-smartphone habits.

- You look great.
- Thanks.

- Wish me luck.
- I'll be right outside.

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Hi. Valerie Edwards.

Thank you.

Your bag, please.

Thank you.

You made it.

I'm glad.

- It's quite a turnout.
- How do you say in English...

she "k*lled it" at the debate.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Don't worry. You're safe.

Josef.

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I'd like you to meet Valerie Edwards.

Ah.

Office of Regional Affairs,
U.S. Embassy.

- It's a pleasure.
- Yes.

Josef mentioned you.

Kind terms, I hope.

A friend of the White House
is a friend of ours.

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Forgive me for taking him away.

Oh, no... please, take.

I'll be right back.

- Nick Fischer?
- Who's asking?

Steven Frost. Berlin COS Emeritus.

- Frost. Right.
- Yeah.

Ousted COS is more like it, no?

Uh, well, either way,
I'm gonna keep my hand here

until you shake it, so...

Figured they would have

chased you out of Berlin
after that whole saga.

Well, that saga did prove me innocent.

Besides, I think this town's seen worse.

So how are things at Oslo Station?

Sorry?

Um... nothing official. You know.

What's the weather like?

Right now, it's...
it's feeling pretty cloudy.

- Can I buy you a free drink?
- I'm good.

Thanks.

Hey, stranger.

Hey, Steven.

So what's a lefty like you

doing in a right-wing dump like this?

Oh, you know, trolling.

You?

Well, you know,
I'm a little more conservative.

You know that.

Please tell me you're not
helping this party.

Well, are you trying to hurt it?

You know I can't talk about that.

Yeah, I do.

I've been reminded of that
a lot recently.

Listen...

I never got a chance to apologize...

For Clare, for the mall op... all of it.

I think we all have
a lot to apologize for.

You know?

Hector?

Yeah.

Can I tell you something?

I don't... I don't know what
BB Yates has you doing here,

but I can't imagine
it's with the endorsement

from back home, so just be careful.

You have enough to worry about
with this new ambassador.

Thank you.

Will you... will you give Kelly my love?

Absolutely.

Okay.

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Hello?

What are you doing?

What does it
look like I'm doing?

We do it my way, okay? Not your way.

Your little speech
was the perfect distraction.

You couldn't keep that going
a little bit longer?

My "little speech"? Now you insult me.

I cut it short to stop you
from doing anything stupid.

I knew I shouldn't have come here.

I said we have to be careful.

Why did you ask me to come here tonight?

Oh, we have company.

Yes.

What's this?

It...

Josef has been gracious enough

to give me a tour before I leave.

Ah, he's always the people-pleaser.

What can I say?

Could I ask a huge favor?

Would you mind taking a photo with me?

I'd love to send it back
to our friends in D.C.

Yes, would you mind?

Of course.

- Great.
- Thank you.

So, it's... nice smile.

One, two, three.

Beautiful.

That was close. Too close.

Strange how the two of you
showed up, one after the other.

What, you think I led her to you?

Well, I don't know, Josef.
I don't know what to think.

But I would appreciate it if you would

delete that photo immediately.

Please.

So that's it? We're done?

If I'm not sure I can trust you,

yes, we are done.

This is unbelievable.

The second time in two days
I have saved you,

and I'm the one who cannot be trusted.

Maybe we should settle
this dispute over a nightcap.

I won't be charmed, Josef.

You don't scare, you won't be charmed...

What emotion can I elicit?

All right.

Any idea why rich people
take so long to pee?

The line was around the corner.

- 10:00.
- Oh, no.

BB, Kirsch.

Ambassador.

I didn't expect to see you both here.

Thought we would show up,
see what the fuss is all about.

Nothing like an Embassy hoedown

to remind you what keeps
bad catering in business.

And what is that, sarcasm?

Robert has been in Berlin
for a while now.

He's more accustomed
to these events than some of us.

Hmm. Maybe it's time

someone had a change of scenery, then.

So how do you think Gerhardt will do?

15% of the vote? 20%?

- Polls were predicting 9%.
- Oh, the press, is it?

When's the last time
the polls were right

about anything except
how distrusted they are?

Gerhardt could be the best thing

that happened to this country
in decades.

Did you have a particular
decade in mind, Ambassador?

Don't bait me.

It's exactly that kind of thinking

that wants to keep this country
trapped in its past.

If you'll excuse us,
we have a team meeting, 8:00.

We want to make sure we're at our best.

- Until the next one.
- Good night.

- But I wanted another drink.
- Good.

I know a wacky spot,
and I've been wanting

to check it out.

If there's one thing I can't tolerate,

it's a bully.

And Hanes just stole our lunch money.

Well, we have to appear
to do what he's asking.

Otherwise, he could send us home.

See, and there I was starting to think,

this could be... the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

Did you just quote
"Casablanca" at me?

We'll always have Berlin.

Where is it?

- Where's what?
- Whatever tracking device

is on you to let your people
know where you are

in case you are in trouble.

Oh, is this you admitting
that you're trouble?

Maybe, but not the kind of trouble

you need to worry about.

I guess I'd like to feel
that we don't have

people following us to a nightcap.

Anything you make my business
is their business.

Anything? Oh, right.

Sorry. You "won't be charmed."

At least there's enough space
for a truck to pass between us.

Oh, gotcha.

She enjoys a good joke.

Oh, mental note:
he overrates his sense of humor.

Valerie, please.

Turn the device off.

Then we will know
we can trust each other.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on, Tim. I'd do it for you.

Yeah, funny what
a one-way street this is.

All the sh*t you people give NSA
for inhuman intelligence.

A federal officer is off the radar.

Is this the time for that?

Where's the last place you saw her?

The riverbank.
I'll send you the address.

Forget it, I have your pin.

- Close enough.
- That was fast.

But it's already been
five minutes, maybe ten.

- We'll find her.
- Promise?

Just give me her cell number.

So, Miss Yates...

how's the vibrant city
of Berlin treating you

- after one month?
- In truth,

I haven't seen much of it yet.

Well, if you ever need a tour guide...

I might take you up on that.

I might like it if you did.

Would you like to try
my liver transplant?

Oh, God. Only if you'll have a taste

of my hyper-bulimia.

You ready?

- Three...
- Two, one.

You used to have to say
a password to get in here.

It was "our secret."

"Unser Geheimnis"?

So, whose secret is it tonight, Josef?

Yours and mine, or yours and Katerina's?

You still think this is all a setup?

Well, I'd be a fool not to wonder...

especially considering your interactions

- with each other.
- Oh.

Now I'm having an affair with her?

Are you?

No.

I'm just trying to uncover
the real Josef Emmerich

and his true motives. Because, you see,

you invited me to this event
this evening.

You wanted me to see something,

but you didn't want me to do anything.

You introduced me to Katerina,

but you came very, very close
to exposing me to her.

You say that you want me
to bring her down, and yet...

I don't know, you seem to worship

the ground that she walks on.

So, my question is...

what do you want, Josef?

I like it when you say my name.

I want more of that.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

I'm going to run to the ladies'.

April... what is this, a fire drill?

What happened to the tracking signal?

I turned it off
so I could gain his trust.

Well, how was I supposed to know that?

You're absolutely right.
I should have told you.

I walked up and down every street

within a ten-block radius.
I thought I screwed up.

April, you did everything right.

Except get a little ahead of yourself.

- That's all.
- Do you need me to stay?

No, I think I've got this.

You two have a nice drink.

Thank you.

Your invitation to the PfD tonight...

Yes, what about it?

Does it still stand?

We're done.

Don't say that.

I thought this might
only be the beginning.

- Josef...
- Yes, Valerie?

Don't.

I just did.

Your turn.

What gives, old man?

Why are you following me?

Is this how you take me up
on a free drink?

Don't bring a Kn*fe to a gunfight.

That would be stupid.

Is that how the CIA travel

in the wild environs of Oslo?

Just be glad I'm not here to k*ll you.

Oh, I am.

But... why are you here?

In Berlin?

And why is that any business of yours?

Honestly?

I miss the game.
I know, it's pathetic.

It's really pathetic.
They put me out to pasture.

But... corporate life
is about as sterile

as the apartment that comes with it,

and tonight... tonight,
I got a whiff of the old life.

I was... I was talking
to an ex-colleague

before the event, and he had mentioned

that you were going to
be there tonight, so I saw you,

and I knew you didn't have clearance.

So, the DNA kicked in.

Ambassador Hanes invited me,

so tell your colleague
not to get his panties bunched...

or her jockstrap.

Hanes... Hanes invites you tonight?

That's why you're here?

He wants to know what to expect

in Norway's elections,
given the PfD's momentum here.

I'll show myself out.

BB?

Just... Are these fish?

I don't want fish eating me... oh, God.

Where'd you go?

- Steven.
- Can I come in?

- Yeah, come in.
- You alone?

No. Yeah... no.

- I don't know.
- So, Robert...

Does the name Nick Fischer
mean anything to you?

Oslo COS? Does it?

- No, why?
- 'Cause I...

I ran into him last night.
The guy is the strangest dude.

And... and my curiosity
got the best of me, and I...

I tried to surveil him.

And he slipped me
like nobody's business,

and... well, then it was
just humiliating.

Humiliating.

Now I think I'm dreaming about the guy.

Really, I think... I mean,
I don't know what else

it could possibly mean...
having my toes nibbled on

in a fish spa. Right, "fish"?

Fischer, fish, Fischer.

And my doppelganger is...
he... he's watching me.

I'm not following
anything that you're saying

here, Steven. I'm sorry.

You had a night last night.

What is this? What happened?

Um... that's a mess, is what it is.

Who is she?

You promise you won't laugh at me?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, well...

I kind of f*cked the boss last night.

What? You're not...

you have nothing to say?

Uh...

I'm just a little hurt
you didn't try anything with me

when I was chief.

All right, it's not funny.

It's not... this is not funny

at all. This is a big mess.

I got Noah coming into town.

What... what are you doing? That's...

That's a Chateau le Puy.

- A what?
- Chateau le Puy, and it's...

it's nine in the morning, Steven.

Well... then the hair of the dog
just got hairier.

It's a very expensive bottle of wine.

Okay, that's good.

- Morning.
- Morning.

What brings you in the office
on a Saturday?

Well, a good supply of Aspirin...

If your head feels like mine.

Um... you?

Valerie's on her way in.

She got access to the Gerhardt files.

Okay. That's great.

Hey, um... listen.

There's... something I should tell you.

That sounds like the beginning
of a herpes commercial.

- I hope it's not.
- No.

All I have is a kid. Noah.

And he's arriving in Berlin today.

Sounds fun.

For the fall semester. Eighth grade.

You looking for some time off next week?

What?

No, I... I just thought if...

Last night was the
beginning of an affair...

there might be this little complication.

Well, I mean...

We went home together, drunk.

I'm not exactly moving in with you.

So, what? Are you saying

that wouldn't have happened

if we weren't drunk?

I'm saying we're both single,
middle-aged,

and you have your life, I have my life.

And if ever we want to
blow off some steam together...

we'll figure out the logistics.

That's good, yeah.
That's what I was thinking.

That's what I was... trying to say.

Okay.

Just when I thought
I was done with this city.

No, but it isn't done with you.

Welcome back.

Ah, there he is. Back in one piece.

So... what the f*ck was that last night?

Oh! Somebody got the job done.

"Find out what Nick Fischer's
doing in Berlin."

Well, I found out. You invited him.

Congratulations.
How'd you get him to talk?

- Don't worry about it.
- Like getting back

- on a bicycle?
- It's more like

a pie in the face.

That wasn't the point, Steven.

Anything else worth sharing?

Like what?

Like anything I might want to know.

Not that I can think of.

Not even that Valerie Edwards was there?

You sent me, knowing she'd be there?

I saw that her name was added
to the guest list

last minute... which leads me to believe

that BB Yates and Captain Kirsch
are up to something

they don't want me to know about.

Like I said, gut instinct.

So, this whole Fischer thing
is just a...

it was a test to see
if I'd snitch on Berlin Station?

Your loyalties can't be
my liabilities, Steven.

I gave 40-plus years to my country,

and they practically handed me
a death warrant

as a thank-you note.

Now, the fact that I'm even considering

serving it again... that's loyalty.

That's f*cking loyalty.

What are you... you want a PI?

Go look in the f*cking Yellow Pages.

Now, that's the Steven Frost I want.

Just had to be sure
he was still alive and well

in his bespoke suits.

Coffee?

Jesus. Yeah.

You excited to be with
your old man in Berlin?

Yeah.

- Damn it.
- What?

Nothing, just work stuff.

- Right.
- sh*t.

Boring work stuff that, for some reason,

- is always so urgent.
- Okay, Mr. Player,

you ready to go meet your new home?

- Yeah.
- Let's do it.

Damn, the embassy pays for all this?

Yeah, not bad, huh?

Offsets the humble salary
of a lowly civil servant.

Hmm. The office of...

- what's it called again?
- Regional Affairs.

- Local BS?
- What's the supposed to mean?

- You gonna check that?
- Check what?

- Your phone.
- Not if I don't want to.

But if you have to...

Um... so, this is what we're gonna do.

Did you sleep on the plane? No.

You're gonna take a nap,
I'm gonna run out for a few.

I'll be right back,

and we're gonna go out to brunch.

Okay?

Whatever you say, Dad.

- Hey, Noah...
- Same old, same old.

Noah.

Valerie.

- April.
- I was gonna wait till Monday,

but... I wanted to thank you.

For pulling me in on the operation.

No need.

You did me a solid.

I know sometimes
I say things I shouldn't...

speak out of school
when I should just shut up

and listen.

I'll see you Monday.

Hey, Valerie. Come on in.

Thought you might like
to see this in person

more than hear about it on the phone.

Good. I'm on the right track.

You don't seem to see it
the same way I do.

It's a big win on your part.

Well, I guess experience has taught me

never to get ahead of myself.

We now have a window into
PfD accounts thanks to you.

We know Otto Ganz's order.
We set up the w*apon exchange

with Daniel.
We track these accounts, live,

during the sting op,
and if our suspicions hold true,

we catch Katerina Gerhardt and the PfD

in one nasty act of would-be terrorism.

And the rest was almost history.

There is one account that won't decrypt,

so we're not there yet.

How was Josef?

Good.

Good.

Let's keep him in play.

Done.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Daniel?

Hello, Robert.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Helping you out.

Or hadn't you heard?

I don't need your f*cking help.

Oh, I beg to differ. I'm the reason

- this mission is going ahead.
- You're not the reason

for sh*t. Stay the f*ck out of my face,

Thomas Shaw.

Or I'll turn you in to rot in jail

for the rest of your f*cking life.

That's a two-way street, boss.

See, if I expose this little
rogue operation of yours,

you're done... unless pushing paper

back at Langley's how
you wanna sail into the sunset.

Besides...

Shaw is dead and gone.

Now it's Andrew Chevalier.

You think this is f*cking funny?

No, I think we have
a pretty serious deal

to work out here,
and these are my terms.

I will see things through,
keep trotting out Chevalier,

be a good soldier, and when I'm done,

you will get
all my restrictions lifted...

the travel bans, the frozen accounts,

the black mark on my record.

What makes you think I would
agree to a deal like that?

Because Otto Ganz is counting on me,

which means you are too, right?

I missed you.

Really.

Back again?

Guess I couldn't stay away.

- How was the suit?
- Good.

Fine. But...

You need something better than "fine."

Just in case I might need it.
Now, there was...

there was something
you showed me yesterday.

Yeah, I remember. Come.

This is the one, no?

Yeah, that's the one.