Berlin (Berlín)

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Thank you.

It's right here.

Nice place.

What's your cover identity?

Okay, it's Trevor Price. Ex-military,

Company A, Third Battalion, 12th Infantry Regiment.

Dishonorably discharged in 2012.

And what did Trevor do to deserve that?

Well, while serving my third tour in Iraq,

I fired high-explosive incendiary rounds

at a group of civilians.

Why go to war if you're not allowed

to engage with the enemy?

My superior officer saw it differently.

But then, he always was a fuckin' pansy.

Ester, he's naked.

Yeah, they all were.

You don't think that might look a little weird?

He'll have to wear something of mine.

Somewhere.

No time to decorate?

I'm new in town.

Yeah, like Daniel was new in town last winter.

My secret mission to find Thomas Shaw.

Does he need underpants?

No.

When do you ever allow yourself

to just be Daniel Miller?

Best cover identity ever.

Just like Ester Krug, right?

Huh. Yeah, how very German existential of you.

I was raised here, remember?

Yeah, and you seem intent on dying here.

Your last mission ended with a bullet in your back.

And now four months later,

you're going deep cover with neo-Nazis.

I was just gaming for a summer haircut.

What can I say?

You didn't complete your physical therapy. Why?

Oh, someone's been keeping tabs on me.

Tell me something, hm? Anything.

Or are you scared?

You know, when I was a kid,

if I broke the rules, my dad would beat me.

But it kinda numbed the pain.

So I kept breaking the rules to get the beating.

So no, I'm not scared.

I don't know what's sadder,

the abuse or little Daniel

forcing himself to break the rules.

You realize you never had me over at your place

Heh, and now I'm at Trevor's his first night in town.

Well, Daniel is far more hospitable than Trevor.

- I hope so. - Let me get him dressed.

Okay.

You sure you wanna do this?

They helped me out and I'm indebted to them.

That's the plan, right? Yeah.

Got it.

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Bourbon, whiskey, whatever.

- American. - Got a problem with that?

Look, I got a situation

and I was told this was a friendly place.

- What sort of a situation? - Something in need disposed of.

- How long have you lived here? - Just got into town this week.

Holy shit.

Who is he?

He's nobody worth worrying about.

You gonna help me out or not?

What were you two doing here?

We shook on a deal for two handguns.

He was buying, I was selling.

He tried to short change me like these fuckers always do.

Somewhere along the way, I lost my shit.

Do you expect us to clean this up?

I can't go down for this.

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Okay, look, I have this,

but I don't have a fucking car.

For a friend to the cause,

we'll help.

Feet first.

You wanna say any final words to your friend, here?

Yeah.

I hope he rots in hell with the rest of his kind.

Whoo!

Yeah?

Might relax you.

[DAVID BOWIE'S "I'M AFRAID OF AMERICANS"]

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Wake up, Germany, indeed.

Especially when we have reason to believe

that behind her public dissociation

with extremist elements in her party,

Katarina Gerhardt is seeking to up the ante

on the spike in far right hate crimes across Europe.

Forget attacks on refugees and Jewish cemeteries.

Forget skinheads with nothing better to do

than spray-paint a swastika on the doors of a local mosque.

Gerhardt! Gerhardt! Gerhardt!

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One person you won't be seeing on the news

is neo-Nazi bad boy Otto Ganz,

whose many ties with right wing hate groups

have had him on the German watch list since the beginning

of the refugee crisis.

Intel suggests that Gerhardt and Ganz

are in league to swing the election by violent means

to a substantial PFD victory.

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There's one other thing I'd like to say.

I am aware that this silly nickname

of The Station Whisperer precedes me,

as do questions about why I don't have an assistant.

Is the paranoid? Is she a control freak?

I will leave those and other conclusions to you,

but I have worked in many stations over the years

and I like to think I can read the signs,

identify strengths, weaknesses.

And what I've seen since I got here

is a station in need of a win.

So let's go get one.

Why didn't you tell them about Daniel going under deep cover?

So they don't sit back and wait for him to get it done.

- Any word? - Uh, yeah.

He's in with the daughter.

Where are we headed?

We've been summoned by the Ambassador.

What? Fuck.

I was doing such a good job avoiding him

- before you got here. - Just play nice

- and let me do the talking. - Play nice?

Getting called to the principal's office

by the fucking school janitor?

State Department wants to lord it over the CIA,

get all up in our business.

Another hallowed protocol eats shit

in the new world disorder of 2017.

You know, it really wouldn't hurt you to play down

your reputation as a hot head.

Oh.

Anything else from my personnel file

- you'd like to advise me on? - Yes, but now's not the time.

Sorry, that wasn't orientation,

- that was Chinese water torture. - Welcome, April.

Just get settled. But before you do,

please meet your Deputy, Robert Kirsch.

- Pleasure to meet you, sir. - Sir?

Yeah, I had to wean her off ma'am.

Well, I've been called worse. Welcome to Berlin, April.

Top of her class at the Farm, first time in the field,

- I picked her myself. - Well, yeah,

we'll grind her down soon enough.

Where were we? Right, Ambassador Hanes.

You just watch; he's gonna want

backstage passes to every single thing we're doing.

- - Mr. Ambassador, your 9:00.

- BB, welcome. - Mr. Ambassador.