03x09 - End of w*r

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Previously
on "Berlin Station"...

Nina.

You know that guy?

No.
Maybe he knows my dad.

- How hard is it to operate?
- It's not like using a g*n.

It has to be focused precisely
by someone who is trained.

Let's put it to a vote.

Whether or not we will advocate
for invoking Article 5.

I gave you my support,

and then B.B. Yates
blindsides all of us.

And you didn't even
see it coming, Valerie.

I know you broke into
Vassily's safe, Mr. DiSanto.

What I want to know is why.

Hector and I
are being hunted.
We're gonna get you
out of there.

We are very close
on kompromat from Krik

that is gonna bring him down.

You get rid of him,
you still have Platov.

From what I've seen, he's worse.

Put the g*n down.
Let me take you home.

You're Diver.

I'm sure of it.

Jan?

Jan!

Jan!

Jan, mis on?

Jan!

Frau Krug.

Vassily Krik,
a St. Petersburg's...

Dominos are falling.
Krik is done.

We still haven't heard
anything yet?

No. Getting more information
from the ANN

than we are from our own
f*cking operatives.

No, no, listen,
if Steven's gone radio silent,

we just have to trust
that he's getting it done.

It's been a day and a half.

Don't second-guess your decision
sending him in.

He was in the right place
at the right time.

He knows Komarovo.

He's in the private sector.
He's gone soft.

But he gets sh*t done.

And with Hector helping him...

Yeah, exactly.

We still haven't heard anything
from Daniel or Torres.

Krik's arrest means nothing
if Daniel's right

and Platov has taken the reins.

Of course he's taking over.

He's kicking it into high gear
with this blackout in Estonia.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Danke schoen.

What?

Who was that?

It was the German police.

They found a body
in an alleyway.

It's a positive ID...
It's Daniel.

What do you know for sure?

An anonymous caller reported
a sh**ting earlier today,

but that's bullshit.

Yes, he's been sh*t,

but also beaten, b*rned.

Body temperature indicates
he's been dead longer than this.

18 to 20 hours.

When I spoke to him
night before last,

he was, um... he was on the run.

He was wounded,
but he was fighting.

Hector and Torres
were in Komarovo.

Were there any other bodies?

Not that we're aware of, no.

I-I should call his father,
shouldn't I?

I mean, it's not
how I was hoping to meet him.

Esther,
it's actually CIA protocol

that I contact the next of kin.

Yeah, yeah.

But I think you should call him.

Thank you.

Then I'll contact him
when we've made arrangements.

Yeah.

Robert.

This isn't right.

He was on his way
to the f*cking exfil.

Don't. I was the one
who sent him in.

But I left him there.

He was doing his job.
We all were.

Tell me everything he said to
you when you last spoke to him.

We're gonna make someone
very sorry.

Hmm?

You can't duck me forever, Dove.
Promises were made.

I'm done waiting.
Time's up.

I did 18 months hard time
in Kirikiri

so you and your father
could fly the coop.

Karma is on my side, you fucker.

You hungry?

Starving.

You came here to steal
from Vassily Krik.

Saw an easy mark.

A pompous man with...

rubles spilling
from his pockets.

Pretty much.

I'm not a fan of the easy k*ll.

I see a man,

and I think...

"Someone worked hard to grow
this plant."

You know,
somebody took baby photos,

gave him lessons
to do something.

"Play violin, b*at the other kids
with a cricket bat."

So you and Blake,

disaster capitalism,

45% return
on a $50 million outlay.

That was all lies
to get Krik's passwords?

Oh, no, no, no.

It was all real,

but those deals will take weeks.

You need the money for Estonia
now, right?

Blake talks too much.

Krik had plenty of time
and money to plan.

Why is this
all falling on you now?

Like most men
who've always been rich,

Krik just kept postponing
paying the bills until later.

Hmm. So you inherit
the f*cking debt?

Yes.

I need $400 million
by midnight tomorrow.

Blake kept going on and on about
Krik's art at the freeport.

Said it was worth
at least half a billion.

I got a buddy of mine at the
center of the Berlin art world.

He's got all the big collectors
on speed dial.

Helmut could liquidate it fast.

And these big collectors
aren't going to have questions

about sanctions
and legitimacy and so on?

Are you f*cking kidding me, man?

These guys,
they love shady deals.

That's the only way
that they can get their
hands on a masterpiece.

But you gotta move now.

The Kremlin's probably gonna
seize all of Krik's assets

within the next 48 hours.

What's his cut?
Standard 10%.

I can be in Berlin
within the next two hours.

And why do you need
to be there in person?

Come on, man.

When it's
half a billion dollars,

this man needs a handshake
and a face.

Fine.

I'll go with you.

He doesn't like new people.

He'll like me.

Let's jet.

Estonia is dark.

Comms, power, Wi-Fi...
Everything is down.

Flights into Tallinn
had to be diverted to Helsinki.

According to CNN,
the grid overloaded.

That's pretty common with these
old Soviet Bloc countries.

No, General Lancer says
the satellite imagery is static.

That indicates
deliberate jamming.

Why were you talking
to General Lancer?

That's NSC business, Jason.

Vassily Krik is in custody.

Estonia is settling.

NATO's reputation is preserved.

Everyone here is very pleased
with your work.

Well, that's always nice
to hear. Thank you.

In fact, they'd be comfortable
nominating you

for CIA directorship.

So next time I'll be the one
sending you around the world.

I told you I sent you there
to notch up a win,

and that's exactly
what you did, boss.

Stop worrying so much.
Take care.

Goodbye, Jason.

Bankole Inyang is dead.

According to the coroner,
a healthy 28-year-old man

had a sudden,
catastrophic aortic rupture.

Somebody used Adeyemi's w*apon
on him.

There were specs
of the technology

stuffed into his jacket pocket,

but no sign
of the w*apon itself.

I think Bankole was
a test subject and the fall guy,

which confirms our biggest fear.

With the right medical training,

an assassin can use this to k*ll
someone on a crowded street

and just walk away.

Makes you want to rethink
public transportation.

What's wrong?

Daniel is dead.

His body was found here
in Berlin this morning.

Makes no sense.

Makes no sense at all.

He was with Hector
night before last.

I guess they never made it
to the exfil point.

I thought Steven Frost
was going to get him.

He must not have reached him
in time.

And what about Torres?

No word from anyone.

We think Platov k*lled him and
dumped his body here in Berlin

so there'd be
no association with Russia.

But forensics
has to find traces.

He was there for one week.

Daniel's body is clean
on a microscopic level.

No stray fibers, hairs,
or skin cells anywhere on him.

I have Wolfe on the line.

Jesus.

Valerie, what the f*ck?
Do you have confirmation?

Is Daniel Miller really dead?

Yes, it's been confirmed.

Jesus!
And he was MIA.

Why is this the first time
I'm hearing about it?

Kirsch, you were the last one
to see him.

Why did you break protocol?
Jason,

we just lost one of our men.

We'll have time to figure out

how that happened
at a later point.

But right now, Estonia
is coming to a head, and...

Estonia is done.
Jesus f*cking Christ,
Wolfe, no, it's f*cking not!

This blackout is the f*cking
endgame, same as Ukraine.

Platov took over for Krik.

His troops will install
a puppet government,

raise the Russian flag,
and mow down any resistance

before it can be caught
on some assh*le's smartphone.

And when the lights come up,

Estonia will just be that
stretch of Russia

connecting Kaliningrad
and St. Petersburg.

It's a move right out of
the Crimean playbook.

They put down any
and all resistance,

and they can make up
whatever story they want.

Well, maybe that story
will keep us all out

of World w*r III.

But f*ck Estonia, huh?

And when their Little Green Men
worm their way into Latvia

and it starts looking like
a civil w*r there, then what?

No.
I want to know.

When do we take a stand?

When do the promises of
the United States of America

mean a God damn thing?

I understand
you're all upset about Miller,

but my orders are clear.

Stand down on Estonia.

I've made arrangements
for Daniel's body

to be transferred to Andrews.

There'll be an inquiry.

Robert, since you were
the last one to see him alive,

there'll be a lot of questions
to answer.

That's fine. Of course.
I'll do whatever I can to help.

Until then,
I think you should go home.

Take some time.

Are you f*ring me?

You're on leave, pending
the results of the inquiry.

You're gonna need help, Valerie.

With Frost, Torres,
and DeJean MIA,

your bullpen's
looking pretty bare.

I can finish this without
B.B. Yates, thank you very much.

You can finish it faster
with her.

Look, I know. I know.

She lied to you.
She f*cked us over.

You can't trust her.

What she did was unconscionable.

I will not get b*rned again.

She thought she was doing
the right thing at the time.

At least talk to her.

You just got shut down there.

She still has pull.

Go home, Robert.

I'm so sorry about Daniel.

It doesn't seem real.

I felt the same way
when Paavo was m*rder*d.

He was right here walking
by my side, giving me sh*t.

And then just gone.

And now I can't reach Jan.

What did Jan say exactly
when you spoke to him?

We were talking on the phone.
I heard screams.

Jan told me something
was happening,

and then we were disconnected.

From what I can tell,
Estonia is blacked out,

but Tervik still has power.

That doesn't make any sense.

Thanks.

Actually, it might.

Jan told me
someone was trying to gain

unauthorized access
to our network.

I think the Russians
hacked Tervik,

and now they're using my server
to power this blackout.

They've done it before
in Ukraine.

Could you shut the server down?

Theoretically, yes.

I have a master code
to override any outside hack.

But I'd need a hardline
connection to the
server to do it.

If we can get the lights back on
before they're ready,

we could expose everything.

Their lies, the invasion.

What do you need?

I need to go to Estonia.

f*ck.

Robert?

What is it?

Come.

Come with me.

Berlin is a beautiful city.

You can breathe here.

You got cojones.

Brokering a half-billion dollars
worth of art that isn't yours,

that, indeed, takes yaytsa.

So let's get on with it.

Call him.

I'm gonna need my phone back.

I don't have his number
memorized.

His name is Helmut Reinhardt.

Guten tag.
Auktionhaus Rosenthal.

Yeah, good afternoon.

Uh, may I speak
to Helmut Reinhardt, please?

May I ask who's calling?

This is Manuel DiSanto.

Can you please tell him
that it's urgent?

I have a new client,
and we need a sit-down today.

One moment.

Yeah, it's Jeb.
I got a guy

who needs to move
some highest-end art,

just for show, today.

You need to take his lead.

This squares you with us.

That's what I thought you'd say.

Mr. DiSanto,
Mr. Reinhardt apologizes,

but he's in the middle
of a very delicate negotiation

and can't take your call.

Um, yeah,
but did you tell him it's me?

I did, and because it's you,

he's agreed to meet your client
at 8:30.

Does that work
with your schedule?

Yeah, we'll make it work.
Thank you.

Sounds like he's coming in hot.

The art must belong to Krik.

And if Torres' client
really is Platov,

he's taking a huge risk.

Yeah. He might just be helping
bankroll this invasion.

Well, he's staying alive.

That's his number-one priority,

but he's also
serving up Platov on a dish.

We can't arrest him.

We've got no jurisdiction
over art transactions.

No.

But we do have
a very powerful friend

who does have jurisdiction.

Yeah.

Okay.

Robert, I understand that maybe
you can't tell me what's wrong.

No, no, no, no.
I can't.

I know it's hard
to be alone in a city,

so far away from your family.

You must miss your son a lot.

I do.

But still, I just keep moving
farther away from him.

Where are you moving?

Tokyo.

Well, supposed to.

Oh, how exciting.

Yeah, if I don't get fired.

From your job at the embassy?

Why? What happened?

I got someone k*lled.

Are you serious?

No. Come on.

I analyze...
f*cking economic fluctuations

based on
political regime change.

You know what?
I have to stop navel-gazing.

Do you know what that is?

Hmm?

Obsessing, theorizing.

My ex-wife always told me

that I could have taught
a master class in paranoia.

Paranoia is a part of life.

Do you remember you told me that

you did your residency
in Berlin?

Yeah.

There's no trace of you
ever having worked here.

Oh, I... I use my mother's
maiden name professionally.

Sadowsky.
Why?

When I was in medical school,
there was a man, a doctor.

He seemed kind at first.
Supportive.

Then he started showing up at my
place at all hours, stalking me.

It was awful.

You have an answer
for everything.

Robert, it isn't easy for me
to talk about it.

It's easy for me to believe,
though, right?

The first thing they teach us,
engage emotionally.

The more you appear vulnerable,
victimized,

the more I'm gonna want to
protect you, open up to you,

be honest with you, right?

Last week,
when I was in the shower,

I-I could have sworn that
there was someone in my flat.

You know, I s...
I saw my mail on your shelf.

Oh. Your letters
got mixed in with mine.

I put them there so that
I'd remember to give them back.

And all the times...
All the times

we've just happened
to run into each other?

Which I thought was lovely.

Which is exactly
what you would say...

if you were a spy.

I'm in touch with certain buyers

who are always on the lookout
for pieces of this quality.

How fast do you think you can
make these transactions?

Hours, minutes.

The responses
are already flooding in.

An auction will no doubt
net you richer returns,

but there's an advantage to
creating a "Buy Now" situation.

For each of these masterpieces,

there's an obscenely rich
Singapore CEO

or Bahraini prince
who just wants bragging rights,

no waiting.
So, purists,

true art lovers, huh?

I've already gotten firm offers
on six of the best pieces.

No one's blinking at the prices.

Perhaps we should have
asked for more.

Considering
the accelerated schedule

and these unusual circumstances,

the sum you're looking to clear
is more than fair.

So you can guarantee
$400 million?

Right now,
we're looking at upwards of...

Yes, $480 million.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Reinhardt.

Working late, Helmut?

A global business needs to keep
international hours.

You also have to work
under international laws.

Yeah, who says I'm not?

One of your buyers
is under indictment.

He needs immunity more than
he needs a f*cking Kandinsky.

I also have a few
chain-of-custody questions

for your current clients.

Bitte.

Well...
look who's in Berlin.

What the f*ck
are you doing here?

It was a very good run,

but now it's over, my friend.

Never mistake
that we're friends.

We just answer
to the same master.

Oh.

Oh, yes...

except you don't wish
to answer to anyone any more.

Isn't that right?

I'm a humble servant
of Mother Russia.

You're trying to finish
what Krik started.

I understand.

But this thing with the art
dealer was very, very foolish.

We took a meeting.

Hardly a criminal offense.

Well, those difficult decisions
are not only yours to make.

Moscow wants you to stand down.

Estonia can wait.

Do you hear what I said?

Yes, thank you for your concern,
but I'm handling things.

From your holding cell?

In police custody?

You delivered your message,
Kolya.

Now go home
in your ridiculous cowboy boots

and f*ck yourself.

Robert, I'm no spy.

I don't even know what that
means in this day and age.

No, don't, don't, don't. Just
stop, stop. Give me a second.

I'm trying to make sense
of things here.

You said your job
has you stressed,

and yet I'm the problem,
y-your neighbor?

What have I done?

My watch.

It... I w... There was this thing
that I was doing,

and a signal was sent
when my watch was stopped.

Your watch stopped?
It was stopped!

It was a deliberate act!
The crown was bent.

I don't understand.

Did it make you late
to something important?
No, no.

A message was sent to a man
to open his veins.

I think you should leave.

Why?
You have to get to work?

Yes, I do have to get to work.

I opened my door to you
because you were in trouble.

I wanted...
Where do you work,
anyway, exactly?

Charit? Mitte.
Pediatrics.

Yeah, and if I were to call
there right now,

would somebody confirm
that Nina Bartek or Sadowsky

or whatever the hell
your name is works there?

Of course, they will confirm it.

And if not, it's because
of the... of the privacy policy.

Mm-hmm, right.
That's good.
I've just started there
last week.

That's good.
That's good.
Take your hand
off my door.

No, you tell me the truth,
and I will.

My name is Nina Bartek.

I'm a doctor from Gdansk.

I... I love helping people.

I hate salmon.

My mother wants me to get out
more and meet nice people.

When I told her about you,
how funny you are,

how you talk so fast

and look so handsome
in a suit...

...she said that maybe
I don't have to get out more.

Maybe what I need
is across the hall.

And I was stupid enough to think
that maybe she was right.

You told your mother about me?

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry
about all of this.

Just go home, Robert.

Like I said,

I have a paranoid streak...

...but it doesn't mean
I'm wrong.

We're not going anywhere.

Valerie.

What are you doing here, Kolya?

I just want to talk.

That's a phone call.
This is intimidation.

Off the record.

I'm listening.

You were right.

The Kremlin
knew about Krik's plan.

I was told to keep an eye on him

and provide limited assistance,
if needed.

Come on.
Moscow gave him free rein.

Because he took all the risks.

Now that Krik
is going to prison,

we just want this to go away.

Is that what Platov wants?

Yeah, we already knew
that he was picking up

where his boss left off.

That was the last piece of intel
that Daniel Miller gave me

before he was m*rder*d.

Did you provide
"limited assistance" with that?

I knew he had Miller,

but I don't know anything
about his death.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

You knew,
and you let them hunt him

and b*at him and m*rder him.

Very few of us die in our sleep.

What the hell do you want,
Kolya?

I want to stop Platov.
He's a monster.

He won't stop at the Baltics.
No.

I will share everything I know.

Troop movements
in the Gulf of Finland,

first strike targets,
political restructuring.

Don't you want to know
what's going to happen

when this blackout ends?

So, have you cleared this up
yet, Ms. Krug?

What's not clear?

You came to Berlin to sell art
that doesn't belong to you.

It's called fraud.

I'm afraid there's been
a misunderstanding.

Oh, really?
Mr. Krik's art collection
is significant, yes...

And yesterday,
you called Helmut Reinhardt

to sell it off
in a high-end fire sale.

I just asked him
how much it would sell for.

As you know, the Kremlin
is prosecuting Mr. Krik.

They need an accounting
of his estate

and asked me
to have his art appraised.

I met Mr. DiSanto
through a mutual friend.

He arranged the appraisal.
That's all.

So you didn't know
Mr. DiSanto

was under investigation
for money laundering?

No.

He seemed very sincere
in offering to help,

but, like I said,
I-I barely know him.

And who would I call
at the Kremlin

to verify this appraisal story?

Yuri Voloshin at the Prosecutor
General's Office in Moscow.

And you think they'll continue
to support you,

even after you've been caught
red-handed?

Support me in what?

One last question.

Did you k*ll Daniel Miller?

Who?

Am I free to go?

If I learn
that you had anything to do

with Mr. Miller's
t*rture or death,

if you so much as
moved his body,

I will track you down,
pull you into the streets,

kicking and screaming,
and sh**t you in the head.

And that's a promise.

Mr. Torres,
you're free to go.

So you know who I am?

Valerie Edwards contacted me
as soon as you called in.

Where's Platov?

We released him.

What?

What?!
Jesus Christ!

Do you know how hard I worked
to get him here?!

We tried to hold him.
The Kremlin's protecting him.

Maybe I can call him,
re-establish some trust.

No, you can't.

I said you were going down
for money laundering.

Great.

Great.

Well, did, at least, Hector and
Daniel make it out of Komarovo?

I don't... I don't know
about Hector, but...

Daniel didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for what you did.

Information Resources,
extension 6144, please.

Did you discharge
a firearm or w*apon of any sort

during your time
in St. Petersburg or Komarovo?

A flamethrower.
And at any time,

did you feel that you were
in danger of losing your life?

Yes, ma'am.

Um, that was
a distinct possibility, yeah.

Officer Torres,

do you feel that you are fit
to return to the field of duty?

I am fit and eager to return.

Thank you.

You can get dressed.

Hey, Rafa.

Hey.

Well, that healed up nicely.

Yeah, it did.
How about you?

Well, special activities...
Price of admission.

So, how did I do?

They want to bench you.

I still need to get Basarov.

Sergei Basarov is dead.

Well, Platov's still out there.

Rodion, several thousand
Little Green Men.

We know they're out there,
but the administration

is choosing to turn a blind eye.

So, don't they listen to you?

I'm up for directorship.

All the right people
are behind me on it.

So, as long as
you turn a blind eye?

What the f*ck, B.B.?

I ran through a forest
carrying a burnt body.

I faced off with Spetsnaz

and drug-addled weapons dealers,
oligarchs.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

I may end up another
chiseled star on your wall,

but at least I tried.

Officer Torres.
Valerie Edwards.

Welcome to Berlin Station.

Thank you.
April Lewis.

Good to meet you in person.

Call me Rafa.

Come.

So, where's my boy, Kirsch?

Wolfe has him on leave

while we're investigating
Daniel's death.

The powers that be

really trying to hamstring
you guys on this one, huh?

Mm-hmm.
It's a genuine clusterfuck.

Hey.
I'll take you to the SCIF.

May I ask
what you're doing here?

I'm here to help.

I don't believe
I asked for your help.

Everyone in D.C. knows
I'm in line to lead it all.

Folks want to do favors for me.

Much as I tell myself
it was for the greater good,

I made a bad call in Nice,
and...

I'd like to make it right
before it's too late.

If I let you into my house,
you're on my side.

Is that clear?

Mm-hmm.

Kolya confirmed Robert's theory

that troop ships are stationed
off the Gulf of Finland,

and there are upwards
of about 4,000 men

ready to land
in Parnu in the west

and Narva in the east

and about 6,000 men
headed for Tallinn.

They probably already
had Little Green Men

securing the Parliament.

Rodion and his Little Green Men

will not be wearing
any insignias.

That means that NATO
cannot fire until fired upon.

And considering
how well Krik and Platov

have been manipulating
this civil w*r narrative,

I bet they're gonna
try to put the blame on NATO.

Let me go back to Tapa.
I promised the NATO guys.

Look, this w*r has many fronts,
but it's the political coup

that's gonna sell this
to the world.

Kolya confirmed that

they are going to fake
an emergency referendum.

They're going to elect a new PM.
- Just like Ukraine.

I wonder who the puppet is that
they're putting on the throne.

My money is on Igor Savisaar.

Estonian nationalist.

Savisaar wanted
the Article 5 vote.

He wanted NATO to stop Russia.

But he bet they wouldn't.
Okay?

And ever since
the NATO vote tanked,

he's been saying the West,
and in particular, America

let Estonia down.

He even suggested that maybe
it's time to let Russia step in

and quell the civil unrest.

So if a loyal son of Estonia

says that Russia is keeping
peace, then it must be true.

I wonder how much
they're paying him.

Doesn't matter because
as soon as the lights come up

and Russia raises her flag over
Tallinn's parliament, it's over.

How long do we have?
Kolya doesn't know.

I called in a favor
with General Lancer
in the North Atlantic.

He's putting up a drone to get
eyes on the Gulf of Finland.

We can track their movements,
plan a counteroffensive,

and land a strike team
if needed.

It's very f*cking needed.

Rodion Volkov
will be leading the troops.

Met him at Krik's.

He fought with the old guard,

and he's now training
the new recruits.

We take this guy out,

and the sure thing
looks a lot less sure.

Torres,
I want you to work with B.B.

Find him.

Stop him.
Copy that.

They're using Tervik's server
to power the blackout.

If we can get Sofia in,
she thinks that she can

turn the lights on
before they're ready.

Can't she do that from here?

They have malware firewalls
set up for remote access,

but they can't block Sofia
if she plugs in directly.

So you want to put her
on the X in Estonia,

where all hell
is breaking loose?

They will k*ll her immediately.

Sofia Vesik is the best
political counter we have

to Savisaar right now.

When the time is right.

The only time that matters
is now.

It's not pretty,
but it's what we have to do.

All right.

I want you to take in
our best ITT guys.

With air traffic control down,
there are no flights to Estonia.

No commercial flights.

m*llitary transport?

I thought your government
was backing down.

Yeah, they have,
but B.B. hasn't.

Ma'am?
This is a restricted area.

There's no access to the runway.

You need to go back
to that booth over there

and talk to the nice man who...

Nice man was clever enough
to ask for my credential

before he started to
patronize me, Sergeant.

Ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.

How can I be of assistance?

I need to get these folks on
the ground... Tapa and Tallinn.

No can do.
Estonia's dark right now.
Well, light it up.

You've got a C-130 lying around
somewhere.

I understand you're National
Security Council, ma'am,

but it's not that easy.

It is, and I represent
the White House.

In about two minutes,
your phone is gonna ring,

and it won't be your boss
or your boss's boss.

It'll be my boss,
and he'll be cranky

being woken up
in the middle of the night.

You know who my boss is, right?

I do, ma'am.

I'll find you a plane.

Smart man.

Molly always said
I took this job too seriously.

She thought I gave it so much
more than I gave our marriage.

Maybe she was right.

But it wasn't even deliberate.

The obsessive focus.

My brain just keeps
spinning on problems

until they're solved.

I'm probably a little OCD.

But someone
really has been watching me,

reading my e-mails,
and sit-reps.

How else could they know
to set up Bankole Inyang?

He was k*lled yesterday
on a crowded Berlin street

with a w*apon
no bigger than a pen...

...by someone who had enough
medical knowledge to use it.

Mm.

It's so hard to believe that
someone as beautiful as you

could blend in with the crowd.

All of it.

Confirm the codes,
make your payment,

and I can arrange delivery of
the art out of St. Petersburg

within 24 hours.

Da.

You're a survivor, Blake.
I'll give you that.

Halt!

Weapons on the ground!

Don't sh**t.

We are Russian peacekeepers.

We are here to help.

Stop there.

What do you want?