Sorry the ride was so bumpy, but we had no other choice.
-Gregor. -Come on.
Welcome. Have a seat.
What's going on?
We're going shopping and picking up a parcel.
-What do we get? Cupboards are stocked. -Yeah, well, he wanted us out.
Fuck.
Tomorrow, we'll finally be in Berlin.
All three of us.
It's time to celebrate.
Not until we're in Berlin, it isn't.
To Katya's future
and to your baby.
And to the journey west for our brand-new life.
Yes. That too.
Flying? We never talked about that.
How else do you want to get back to Moscow?
Katya and the baby are in very good hands.
And me?
From now on you're working for me.
This was a mistake. Let's go.
Where?
Sasha will hunt you down. The entire GRU will be on your ass.
He has a gun.
On his ankle.
What did he promise you?
Give him the gun.
Ah, ah. Wait!
-No! Stop it, Josef! Don't! -This is your fault!
-Stop it, please! -This is on you!
Josef, get off of me!
-Sit down! Now! -Please, stop! Let me go!
Stop, Josef! Don't hurt my little girl!
Please, leave us alone!
I would've done anything for you!
I'm begging you.
-Please, it's your child! -Let's celebrate.
-First, she'll die! -Please, don't.
And you'll watch. You hear that, Gregor?
No! Please!
-Drink! -I won't do it!
Drink. Drink! Drink!
Drink it!
That's it.
Hello, Gregor.
Time to celebrate.
You like this one, right?
Ooh!
You're going to die today.
But you get to choose how slow and how painful it will be.
How do you make that decision, you ask me? Cooperation.
Now.
How is it possible my daughter's still breathing?
One of the agents was a…
doctor.
He intervened
and saved your child.
And Katya?
Hmm. No.
Not Katya.
You succeeded there. Katya's dead.
She got what she deserved in the end.
Now, these two agents just kidnapped my child and raised it as their own?
Yeah.
Hmm.
What's my daughter's name?
I don't know.
They specialize in creating new identities for people and themselves.
I have no idea who they are these days, or…
what life they created for your daughter.
What were their names back then?
Gimme all their information,
or I'll cut you open from your eyes right down to your balls.
Then I'll leave you to bleed out like a fucking pig.
Karl Brehme.
And, uh…
Helena Kohn.
Starfish, I need the files on Helena Kohn and Karl Brehme, immediately.
I want to know everything.
Where they eat, where they sleep, where they shit. All of it.
You were right. Black seat Ibiza, right behind you. I'm on your tail.
Okay, let's go.
Shit.
Shit!
-Yeah? -Why'd you hang up?
I'm a little busy here.
Thought we were gonna shadow Koleev's intermediary--
You were still asleep, so I left.
And after last night,
I honestly didn't feel like sitting in a car with you.
Okay. Fair enough.
How's going solo treating you?
Well, okay.
Has he spotted you?
Yes, and his team also clued in.
I'm on my way. Send me your location.
Okay.
Think you can shake them?
If there was just one, maybe.
Head south. I'll come towards you.
Fuck.
What is it?
Dead end.
Okay, head out of town, onto the highway.
Turn left.
-Where are you? -Nearly there.
Hey, you wonderful man!
Get rid of the guy tailing you, then the rental car.
I'll pick you up in the garage at the edge of town.
Okay.
-Oh, fuck. Shit. -Simon?
Simon? Hey!
It's okay, I'm fine.
I just pinched a nerve. Turned my neck a bit too fast. I'm okay.
Everything's totally fine.
I'll meet you at the parking garage, as discussed.
Evacuation in three, okay?
I'll be right there.
I'm here. Head on up to three.
-You said you didn't know him? -Yup.
He just waved at you.
Yeah, weird guy.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe he's trying to get in my head.
And was he successful?
Are you okay?
Have you heard anything from Gregor yet?
How did you find the safe house?
It really wasn't that hard to find.
I just pieced together the info I had. Year, location, players.
And why would you go there alone?
I think the right question is, how did those hitmen get there before me?
Someone ratted him out.
And the only person who knew the location was Ben.
What are you doing?
Why did he want us to wait until morning to go to him? It makes no sense.
Julika, that's a serious accusation.
It's still a possibility.
I still don't understand why you went there by yourself.
Now there's theories circulating that--
Is this a debrief or a coaching session?
I also have a theory I'd like to table.
You went off alone because it disobeyed my orders.
I had a gut feeling that it couldn't wait till morning,
and as it turns out, I was right.
Right? Your actions most likely escalated this whole thing.
If we'd listened to you, we wouldn't have any idea
that Gregor was kidnapped or who might've taken him!
Europol's been informed.
Facial recognition's in place, as is voice recognition on public calls.
We must find Gregor.
Should we go to the press? To the media?
We'll give it 24 hours.
So, who the hell are we dealing with here?
Maite Olsen, 32, formerly Forsvaret,
Norwegian armed forces, Special Operations.
Europol has her biometrics.
We're combing through a list of security companies that could've hired her.
You said Jonas Auken was at the location where they found Mark Sinclair?
Yeah, correct.
Then, get going.
This could be nothing, but I want to be sure.
Jonas Auken was spotted in a car chase through the city this morning.
I'll check what the cameras pick up.
Maybe we'll have something to put pressure on him.
Then we can ask him questions.
And what exactly are you planning on asking him?
If he ever hires hitmen to kill agents?
Potentially, yeah.
And what his connection to Koleev is.
Okay, but we look at that camera footage together.
Who's that?
That's Helena Kohn.
She used to work with Gregor.
According to her file, she's been dead for well over a decade.
Her fingerprint was found in Mark Sinclair's stomach.
This is the first I'm hearing of this?
Alice put all this on your desk.
But knowing her, it may've gotten lost in the shuffle.
You two need to show me some respect.
This woman's one of the few people who can tell us what happened in Belarus.
I wanna know who the hell she is,
where she lives, and what she ate this morning!
PICTURE SENT
Hey!
Koleev!
Your daughter!
Surprised?
Not really.
He logged out.
Sooner or later,
he'll tell us everything.
They all do eventually.
So, how about you tell me how I can get in touch with your little pickpocket?
Hmm?
You're wondering how I know about that?
About how she tried to steal from you back when she'd just fled to the West?
Maybe the secret password is your little nickname for her, hmm?
"Sparrow Hawk." Hmm?
Ah.
You have a mole, don't you?
You have a mole inside the BND.
Maybe I succeeded in doing what you could never get done.
And when I'm back, you'll give me the password.
Simon, I called the hospital.
Your doctor has an appointment for you, but we have to leave right now.
Look, I'm busy now.
You think I'm stupid? A pinched nerve?
We're going to the hospital
and scheduling the surgery to deal with your aneurysm now.
Okay, not a word. Or I'll kill you.
Before Simon can fire you.
I… I don't get it.
What the hell are you even thinking, not having this operation, Simon?
What if it bursts?
I'm not kidding. Take off that apron. We're going.
Meret, stop.
You know I'd do anything for you, anywhere, anytime, but not this.
So, back off.
Fuck's sake!
Hey.
Look, I'm back in Berlin.
I didn't go to Paris in the end.
Please don't say anything. Can we meet?
Did he talk to you about Belarus?
He called it an operation that went wrong, but that's all.
-What did he tell you? -Exactly the same thing.
But Dad, I'll get him to be honest about it.
I just want to start my work as ambassador already. This is ridiculous.
The committee already approved me, and yet we're stalled.
It's only cos of this bullshit with Josef.
Everything's gonna be fine. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.
All right. Then you should probably let me get back to work, right?
And maybe Josef can go back to Moscow and deal with this for me.
Starfish…
needs a handler.
And that handler needs a solid cover in Berlin,
at least temporarily.
Hold on.
So if they don't grant clearance to Josef, then we both need to go back to Moscow?
Yes.
And that would break my heart.
Then I guess I'll have to sort it out myself.
I didn't come all this way just to turn around and go back home.
Talk soon.
Talk to you soon.
Bye.
Why aren't you in Paris?
My parents are hiding something.
I stayed here to find out what.
Yul…
You would tell me if you knew something was wrong, right?
You know I always figure out whatever it is, eventually.
I know you know.
Your father's sick.
He's got something in his head they need to remove.
Cancer or what?
No, not that.
Um, an aneurysm.
If it bursts, then…
Well, that wouldn't be good.
Is he gonna die?
Your mother said not if he has the surgery.
But it kinda sounded as if, um…
As if your father doesn't want to have the surgery.
What the hell's wrong with him?
-Why don't you wanna have the surgery? -Meret, please.
Can we not argue about this for a minute? Just for one single minute?
I don't want to argue.
I'm just trying to understand you.
Okay, well.
I just see it like this. If I don't have the surgery, then…
I could suddenly just drop dead one day.
But if I have the surgery,
then it could all be over on the operating table.
Okay.
So, without the surgery,
I could die tomorrow,
next month or in a year,
but with the surgery, it could be today.
And what kind of idiot would choose to die today?
What?
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life.
Well, now hearing you say it like that,
and saying it out loud, I think you're… I think you're right.
Hmm.
You're scared.
No.
You're scared.
-I am too. -No.
But Simon, you have to get this done.
I know.
I know I do.
Is it here?
I'll do the talking.
As long as you ask the right questions.
You have no idea who you're dealing with on this.
You and your girlfriend.
She's not my girlfriend.
Oh, yeah? Keep telling yourself that.
Mr. Auken!
We need a word with you.
-Unfortunately, it'll have to wait. -Actually, now's better for us.
Metin can schedule an appointment. Excuse me.
It's about your little car chase this morning.
Chase?
I was followed, so I called in my security as backup.
But you knew the driver.
No.
Sure seemed like you knew her.
You always wave at strangers?
I was having fun. She gave us a good race.
She waved back at you.
Is she just a crazy fan?
I don't know you either.
Good day.
Either you talk to us right now, sir, or we can make this thing very official.
Gregor Klein has disappeared.
Okay. I'm confused how you think I can help you with that.
We found this woman's fingerprint
in the stomach of a deceased former MI6 agent, Mark Sinclair.
You were spotted at Spittelmarkt, just after Sinclair's body was found.
Have you ever waved at him, Mr. Auken?
Or Maite Olsen?
Maite Olsen? That ring a bell?
Formerly in the Norwegian Army. Special Ops.
You were in the German Special Ops. You never crossed paths?
No.
No. Yes.
No. And whatever you're going to ask next…
No.
-You're working for Josef Koleev! -I understand the pressure you're under.
One of your people is gone.
But your colleague's tone definitely won't make any friends here.
What the hell are you thinking?
Where'd you get that?
Alice found the taxi Koleev disappeared in at the bus station.
She hacked the dash cam.
I'm sick of you and Alice going rogue!
I'm head of this department. You've got to respect my title!
If you step out of line again, you're suspended.
So, suspend me then.
Can I have a word?
I wanted to make sure we're on the same page.
Regarding what?
We're working together because it's what Sasha wants.
But this is what happens when you threaten my children.
I like the sound of that.
Yes, sounds good.
So, same page?
Not yet, but I…
As soon as you get their location, I'll eliminate your ghosts.
I got your text.
What's going on?
I have some incredible news.
-What? -Mm-hmm.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm just juggling lots of stuff right now.
Well, it's done.
You've been cleared.
What?
How?
We paid them off. Forget about Belarus.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I can finally hand in my credentials and become the new Russian ambassador.
What are you talking about? You can't just bribe the committee.
Depends on who's bribing them.
Does Sasha know about this?
We needed this thing dealt with.
And it now, it's done.
And how did you afford to do that?
I had to sell our apartment.
What? You sold our apartment?
-Dimitri's wanted to buy it for years. -Dimitri?
Your ex-boyfriend?
And who else would be able to drop that kind of money?
And where are we gonna live, if things don't work out for us here?
My grandmother left it to me,
so I had the right to do whatever I want with it.
You could maybe try thanking me.
No, of course.
I'm grateful.
And listen, now you can completely focus on Starfish.
-As you're supposed to. -Hmm.
Belarus is over.
Berlin is our future.
You're going to Oslo.
We worked it all out for you.
No, I…
No, I already told you I wasn't leaving here.
You've gotten yourself into a serious shitstorm here.
That's why it's best for you to get the hell outta Germany.
Best for who? For, uh… Best for who?
Katya, the police are looking for you.
It's best that you leave. You asked us for help, now let us help.
Hmm.
I, um, understand.
I… I'm just causing you trouble, and that's not what you need.
Drop me off somewhere. I'll figure it out.
And then you'll go find Koleev?
Yeah.
-I have nothing to lose. -You can't do that.
Katya, you're a risk.
Listen to me. Germany isn't safe. We'll get you out.
You can go wherever you want, be whoever you want.
Just stay away from Koleev.
Do you have a sec?
We need to talk.
Can we please be honest with each other?
-This weird tension between us. -What do you mean, "weird tension"?
Me chasing after you, you constantly sulking.
Look, what we had was great.
I mean…
I'm sorry about…
Maybe I just got a little freaked out.
You told me my inability to show love was the exact same as not loving you.
That's not what I said.
I mean, you sure?
You were pretty clear.
You obviously need something that I can't give you,
and that's the reason we decided to break up.
I'd had a bit to drink, okay? Cut me some slack, would you, Julika?
A deal's a deal.
It was a big mistake.
Okay.
So, you're saying I should just let it go, then?
Yup.
Julika, I've been thinking…
I… I owe you an apology.
I've spent my entire career trying to impress Gregor,
and I did things that were very questionable.
I took shortcuts, bent rules.
Sometimes pretty creatively. Just… Just like you.
I've never tried to impress you.
I'm the new Gregor now,
and maybe it's time that I accepted that.
But, either way, I need you on my team. I know you're a huge asset.
Keep up the good work.
Of course, none of that means
I'm gonna allow you to go against protocol,
and it'll be on you if you fuck up.
Yeah, but if I'm ever right, then you're right as well.
Gregor always said,
"Impress me, don't embarrass me."
Yeah, well, like I said…
Just be yourself.
I won't hold you back anymore.
Good.
Maybe you'll find Gregor.
I know deals are important to you.
Have a good night.
Out, both of you.
The password.
She's gonna find you, and then she'll kill you.
I made you a promise.
You fucking bastard!
It's from Gregor.
It's a trap.
But it might also be our only chance to get Koleev.
Do you really want to get to Koleev?
Yes or no?
Targets are approaching.
As if they were on a silver platter.
Is the order still shoot to kill?
You shoot on my command.
I repeat, you shoot on my command.
Team Alpha.
-Stand by. -Copy that.
Let's go.
Get out!
That's not her.
That's not Helena Kohn. Do we proceed with the kill order?
Please confirm.
I repeat, do we proceed with the kill order?
Please confirm.
Abort, abort. Hold your fire.
-I want that woman alive. I repeat, alive. -Anyone have eyes on Helena Kohn?
-Negative. -Does anyone have a visual?
Please repeat previous transmission.
No visuals here, sir.
Negative here, sir.
Holding position.
We lost alpha! Get down there!
Men down. Engaging now.
Cease fire! Hold fire!
-Get up there! Go now! -Understood.
The police are on their way.
What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?
We can't do this!