Berlin Station (2016) s01e07 Episode Script

Proof of Life

1 Previously on "Berlin Station" Our agent, Bora Osman, has asked Iosava to send one of his relatives to Syria.
Clare Itani? She will be acting as the ISIL bride-to-be.
I'm a bride for the Caliphate.
That's the setup.
Get a confession, and we finally bring down Iosava.
Okay, I'm in.
Sign me up.
You are involved with Clare.
- It is out of the question.
- [Sighs.]
Golda: You made some important people in Tel Aviv very happy.
You want to be nearer to your son, don't you? Good.
Robert: Where the fuck is her husband? What the fuck are you doing here? - DeJean is here.
- Can we get him out of there? Call it off.
Someone's nabbed Iosava off the street.
You're coming with us, or we will kill you both! - What? - Get them out of there, now! Abort.
I repeat, abort.
[All screaming.]
Shit! Down! In pursuit, blue van Berlin plates, Bravo-Walker-Alpha 2-6-4-7.
They're not in the van.
They ran a bait and switch.
A rendition in the middle of an operation? What the What's the matter with you?! I'm gonna get our officer back with or without your fucking help, and when I get her back, I resign.
Hey, hey, stop, stop.
- Fucking find her.
- Stop, stop.
We got to fucking find her.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
- We have to find her.
[David Bowie's "I'm Afraid of Americans" plays.]
Johnny's in America, low techs at the wheel I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans They took my husband.
Tell me where he is, and this will go a lot easier for you.
You being stoic is you being stupid, my dear.
Don't make the same mistake your people made and underestimate me.
[Vomiting.]
[Coughing.]
[Groans.]
[Toilet flushes.]
[Waves crashing.]
[Knock on door.]
- [Knocking continues.]
- Daniel: Hector? Uh, yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
[Panting.]
Ruth Iosava just made contact.
Yeah, I-I understand.
But as fast as you can.
Hey, everybody, listen up.
Listen up.
At 3:38 A.
M.
, Ruth Iosava contacted headquarters via an anonymous Internet video call.
That's 6 hours and 35 minutes after the abduction of Clare Itani.
She has also requested a call with this station at 4:00 A.
M.
sharp.
Now, Johnson and his team are working to trace the origins of the call, but right now, we're negotiating.
And I just I want to make it clear to everybody here, uh I'm gonna do whatever I can to bring her back here safe and sound, okay? Now, I know it's late, and I want to thank everybody for hanging in there.
Langley will help facilitate the call.
So, what, we stand around for a pep talk while you, what, negotiate? Ruth Iosava is an ISIL radical.
They don't negotiate.
They decapitate.
What are you suggesting? You want us to go after Clare with guns blazing? Jesus Chri I You know, I would have thought you'd have learned your lesson after you recklessly inserted yourself in the mall with an unapproved weapon.
Someone had to shore up your poor judgment.
Oh, give it a fucking rest, Hector! What kind of fucking incontinent, geriatric call was that in the first place, sending Clare to the gallows? Get out.
Gladly.
Hector, we need you.
There is no fucking "we" anymore, Daniel.
[Door shuts.]
All right, four minutes.
Back at it.
- Let me go after him.
- No, I need you here, Daniel.
If Hector's out there acting on his emotions, snooping around, and this thing leaks before we find Clare, she's as good as dead.
Okay, all right, just tread lightly.
Lock him down and keep me in the loop, okay? You got it.
[Sighs.]
[Sighs.]
And you are? - Paul.
- Paul.
In quotation marks, I assume.
I see you've taken your own security precautions.
But I have the disadvantage of not knowing your real name while you know mine.
That puts us on distinctly unequal footing.
Well, I hope that tonight's concerns will have little to do with you or me.
You people can be very polite when you want something.
You want something, too.
I don't see why we can't be civil about it.
Well, Paul, my husband, Aleksandre, has been abducted off the street on the whim of civilized men like yourself.
When you turn over my husband, she's yours.
And Aleksandre and I are given safe passage to Syria.
Well That transaction's easier said than done.
We have certain steps that we have to follow, such as proof of life confirmation that she's alive and unharmed.
And I need the same of my husband.
I'll make contact again in two hours.
Frau Iosava Robert: Wow.
Please don't tell me that's the new face of ISIL.
Danke.
- What, you're following me? - Yeah, kind of.
I just wanted to say there is a "we" here you and I, whether you like it or not.
All right.
I take it you have a plan.
Same as Frost find Clare.
What, you know something he doesn't know, or are you counting on the good Lord to show you the way? All right, so Frost put you up to this.
That figures.
No, I put me up to this, not just for your sake, - but for Clare's.
- Daniel, you're a company man.
There's no harm in that.
So was I once.
But tonight, you're in bad company.
And you're no good to anyone running around Berlin on some cockeyed manhunt.
Well, who's gonna find her if I don't? We're on it, Frost's on it.
The Germans are looking The Germans?! Fuck the fucking Germans! Okay, fuck the Germans.
You clearly have a better plan.
What's step one? Get wasted? - I want to find that van.
- Oh, go on.
Robert's guys did a sweep.
They didn't find anything.
- They think it was a decoy.
- Jesus.
He gets in one fucking car chase, and he thinks he's fucking Vin Diesel.
I'd prefer to look for myself.
What What, the impound? [Siren wails in distance.]
That's my boy.
I'll drive.
[Sighs.]
It's MI6, the Russians.
Who else would want Iosava? You're forgetting one name us.
I haven't forgotten, but not during an operation.
Clay: There you are.
I'm sorry for the circumstances.
I just received the cable.
- We're at a loss here, Clay.
- I am well aware.
The last thing we want is to lose an asset in the field.
Clare is not an asset.
She's one of my people.
And the only way to get her back is to swap for Iosava.
We can't trade what we don't have.
We just got word Romanian Intelligence was involved.
Uh, Valerie Edwards, Global Affairs.
Why on earth would SRI do that? We've seen no intelligence linking Iosava's network - to Romania.
- We have.
Apparently, SRI have had their eyes on him for some time.
Iosava has heavy involvement in the black market in Bucharest.
Okay, regardless, I need proof of life if this negotiation's gonna go forward.
We've already reached out to the Romanians.
Oh, come on.
That's it? You reached out? That That's all you got? And you are? Robert Kirsch, Deputy Chief.
Robert, you know as much as I do now.
Clay, she's 28 years old.
This is her first tour.
We really need her back, okay? - Then let's get on it.
- Thank you.
- [Sighs.]
- Fuck! 75 minutes till Ruth Iosava calls, and we got jack shit! Light a fire under Johnson.
Just [Sighs.]
Johnson.
- Tell me you have good news.
- We've tracked her log-in session through a global proxy chain of six hubs, but we've hit one that I think is under the control of Chinese Third Department.
We're unlikely to crack it anytime soon, but we're trying.
[Knock on door.]
[Sighs.]
You wouldn't happen to have any of those, um Oh, thank you.
[Sighs.]
I know it's my Western privilege talking, but I fail to see how someone can go from that to someone who's willing to kill and be killed for an archaic, misogynistic death cult like ISIL.
[Sighs.]
Fell for the wrong guy, I guess.
Right.
Because women can't fall for bad ideology, only bad men.
[Chuckles.]
Why don't you go home, get some sleep? I'm going for a food run.
Is kebab okay? It's the only thing that's open.
[Scoffing.]
Yeah, kebab.
That's perfect.
[Siren wails in distance.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Hans? [Cellphone buzzing.]
[Beep.]
Yeah? Frost: Um, I'm sorry I haven't called, Hans, but I've been dealing with Washington.
Hans: About what happened at the mall or what happened to Aleksandre Iosava? I'm going to ask you this once as a friend.
You don't even have to ask the question, Hans.
Because in what world does it make sense that I would risk the life of one of my officers to take Iosava? Your masters have wanted to all along.
Tell me, Steven, did Langley finally get its way? They would never do that in the middle of an operation.
Look, Hans, um Does your team have any leads as to where Ruth might have taken my officer? Not yet.
And now I must meet with Chancellor Merkel to convince her the gunmen who shot up a mall aren't linked to the refugees.
Yeah.
[Sighs.]
[Camera shutters clicking.]
[Sighs.]
[Speaks German.]
Uh-huh.
[Scoffs.]
If there was a clue left behind, don't you think it would be with the police in an evidence bag? Hector: Theoretically speaking, yes.
Holy shit.
What? "I do.
" She left a message.
[Scoffs.]
What, a marriage proposal? No, no, no, no.
She She borrowed a-a ring from me this morning, said she needed it for cover.
- Wait a second.
- What? Wedding.
- That's what I'm saying.
- No.
No, the neighborhood.
"Vedding.
" Maybe that's the message.
Oh, Clare, you genius.
And you, Daniel Miller, well done.
[Telephone ringing.]
Yeah? Yeah, put him through.
Valerie? I got someone here who wants to talk to you.
Hey.
Hector, where are you? At a roadblock.
At least the Germans know a manhunt is in order.
You're going after her? And if I was? Officially, I'd have to tell you to stop, insist you come back to the embassy.
Yeah, well, Frost sent me home, so scratch that option.
Unofficially.
Hold on a sec.
- Auf wiedersehen.
- [Shouts in German.]
Answer me this, Val.
What would Clare have us do sit back and negotiate, or turn over every stone until we found her? Both.
Fair enough.
So will you help me? I'm listening.
She left a message in the van.
We're heading to Wedding.
I'll make some inquiries, yeah.
Can you give me access to Brown Bear? It's Clare, Val.
It's all or nothing.
Meet me there in an hour.
Brown Bear? Means she has my back.
And yours.
Hector: I need smokes.
Sandra, it's Daniel.
Do you have Steven? Daniel on line one.
[Door shuts.]
[Phone beeps.]
[Sighs.]
How's he doing? What if I told you we were onto something? What do you mean you're onto something? You're supposed to be locking him down.
Events took a turn.
I'm not getting any younger here, Daniel.
Come on.
We searched the van.
Wait, you broke into a fucking impound lot? Listen, Clare left a message that seems to indicate they're holding her in Wedding.
Jesus.
- Where in Wedding? - That's all we have right now.
Yeah.
Okay, well Come back here for a debrief, and I'll get a team on it.
No, you already have a team on it.
No, no.
No.
He's a mess.
He's too close to this.
No.
We don't have time for all that.
- I got to go.
- Da [Sighs.]
[Train clicking.]
Jesus.
What are these, street-cam photos? You guys hacking the German database willy-nilly now? I told Hans Richter that Israel has had its own eye on Iosava and is just as fed up with CIA entitlement issues as he is.
And he just handed you these? He has a fondness for me.
The guy is gayer than a picnic basket.
You know that, right? [Chuckles.]
Not in the '80s.
I don't want to know.
Thank you, Golda.
I need you to bring me something in return.
I need the file from December 7, 2010, code name "Antoinette.
" You kidding me? A woman's life is on the line, you're asking me to steal you a fucking file? Bring it to me before noon today.
Fuck that! No way.
We're in the middle of a crisis here! Jesus! Which just got better, thanks to us.
Besides, a crisis means distraction.
"Antoinette," Robert.
Tel Aviv is counting on you.
[Tricky's "Beijing to Berlin" playing.]
[Ivy rapping indistinctly.]
Tricky: [Rapping.]
I'll get some of that Just a little bit Chinese star but not so delicate She's sleazy, said she's from Beijing She star to talk, and you must face it I'll get some of that, just a little bit Chinese star but not so delicate She's sleazy, said she's from Beijing [Speaks German.]
She's amazing [Rapping indistinctly.]
She's amazing [Electronica music plays.]
Crystal: I haven't had a woman in a while.
Esther: I don't want to fuck, just talk.
I don't get paid to talk.
You get paid to do whatever gives me pleasure, isn't that right? Okay.
So what exactly do you want to talk about? Zoltan Vasile.
[Giggles.]
He's a pig.
What do you want with him? Fuck.
You're a cop? Sex work is legal in Germany, bitch.
You can't squeeze me for information.
I haven't done anything wrong! No, but Zoltan has.
He runs the black market from Bucharest, which means new underage pussy every few months.
Put you out of business.
What do you want? An introduction.
[Slow, rhythmic beeping.]
Bora? [Sighs.]
I told you it was crazy.
You didn't listen.
I'm a terrible actor.
It wasn't your fault.
It was ours.
What happened to the girl? - Clare? - We have reason to believe that she's being held captive in Wedding.
And Wedding, as you know, is run by the Tuerk Federasyon.
You know as much as I do.
Congratulations.
That's not true.
You are the pillar of the Turk ex-pat community.
You have connections high and low, and if Ruth Iosava wanted to find a quiet jihadi hideaway in Wedding she'd have to run it by someone.
[Chuckles.]
A hole in my shoulder, and you come asking for more? Where does it end? [Beep, buzz, door opens.]
Where the hell you been? Deep inside the wires of our German friends.
Where'd you get these? We all have our networks, Steven.
- Pretty good, right? - Yeah.
It's eight hours ago.
We'll make it work.
[Knock on door.]
- She's on.
- Patch it in.
[Sighs.]
- Hello, Frau Iosava.
- You have something to show me? I do, and I take it you have the same.
You first.
Uh, Frau Iosava Paul, you first, or I hang up.
[Sighs.]
That's all? [Sighs.]
Look.
That's everything I can provide at this time.
You said proof of life.
Those were taken hours ago.
No, no, I promise you, I'm doing everything that I can.
- Where's Aleksandre? - Frau Iosava Where is he?! [Sighs.]
I'm gonna level with you, okay? I don't know how your husband was grabbed off the street like that.
I I don't know.
Now, was I attempting in a more legal means to have him arrested? Yeah, I was.
But somebody did take him, and I've been doing everything I can in my power to get him back.
Now, there's reason to believe that he's being transported by car - to Romania.
- Romania? Now, if if I had him here in Berlin under my watch, I'd make the exchange myself.
But I don't.
I don't.
But those who do have him aren't acting in my interests any more than yours.
And so you and I, we have to work together on this.
Now, I have given you everything that I can at this juncture.
I have.
And you You just You have to trust me.
But I need you to give me something in return.
Trust you? You make a deal and expect me to honor it after you don't? This is proof of life, Paul.
So, please don't insult me and embarrass yourself any further.
I want to speak to Aleksandre.
You will have him on the line when I call back in an hour.
In return, you may speak to your spy.
But, please, don't test my patience again.
It has a limit.
And you don't want to reach that point.
Trust me.
Look.
She's alive.
That's something, okay? We just have to keep moving forward, Steven.
[Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' "The Mercy Seat" playing.]
[Singing along.]
And the mercy seat is waiting And I think my head is burning And in a way, I'm yearning to be done With all this measuring of proof An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth And, anyway, I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die Interpret signs and catalogue A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog The walls are bad, black, bottom kind They are the sick breath at my hind They are the sick breath at my hind [Electronica music playing.]
You're sure you want to get that close to him? His body spray smells like cat piss.
Let's get it over with.
Zoltan? I've got a new friend who would like to meet you.
And who might this be? Bambi.
Zoltan: Keep the boots on.
The boots are hot.
Crystal thinks I like you.
You prefer a drink first? Maybe a line or two, huh? Well, I prefer you tell me what happened to Aleksandre Iosava.
Are you fucking with me? [Chuckles, grunts.]
What did you say about Iosava? Huh? Who told you that? - Told me what? - That we picked him up.
- [Grunts.]
- You just did.
Considering the backup and the wire that I'm wearing, you can tell me who hired you to kidnap Iosava or you can chose to keep your mouth shut, and I'll make sure you'll be eating and shitting from the same bowl for the next 5 to 10 years.
[Clears throat.]
[Speaks German.]
[Clears throat.]
I've made a simple offer.
They get you back if I get my husband back.
"They"? Ah, she speaks.
Just answer me this.
Are you even a Muslim, or was that, too, part of the act? I am.
I believe you, and yet I find myself even more disappointed than if you were a kafir.
Why is that? They can be tolerated in their ignorance.
But you? You reject the Prophet and still call yourself a believer? I happen not to see it that way.
Of course not.
You see it whichever way suits you best, whichever path is most convenient.
The drive-thru mentality of the West.
Everything easy, within arm's reach.
And instead of rejecting that, you embrace this disposable God.
That was my error.
I do not speak from judgment but experience.
I was like you once.
Then you saw the light? And you thought, "Allah wants us to suffer"? You are already suffering, my dear.
The system you live in is sick.
Why do you think more and more girls come to me, wanting to join the caliphate? Because they're young and impressionable.
Because they have rejected the West's attempts to brainwash them into a life of endless consumerism.
You can shovel the sand of an entire desert into a bucket, but if it has no bottom, the bucket remains empty.
Trade the bucket for a bomb and your life for violent jihad.
Your bombs kill more in a day than we do in a year.
And you know that.
So what are we gonna do to stop it? I'll start.
My name is Clare.
Wouldn't that be convenient Clare? [Man speaking German.]
[Cellphone beeps.]
- Hey.
- Oh, hey.
They're almost back on in the SCIF.
Right.
Thanks.
Is there something else I can help you find? No, no, no, I'm good.
Thanks, Sandra.
Don't forget to sign it out.
Gentlemen.
Is this you being a friend or a maverick or both? Just here to find out what the hell the Brown Bear is.
I, uh I know it's early.
Thank you so much for doing this.
Of course.
- Come in.
- Danke.
[Sighs.]
Valerie: Metin Burakgazi.
He should know where Clare is being held.
According to SwingSet, he's the go-to capo for anybody wanting to do business in Wedding without leaving a paper trail.
He's just anti-Western enough to win over the trust of the Iosavas.
Thanks, Aalia.
But with a capitalist heart.
Have an address? Glasgowstrasse 97, just off Schillerpark.
So this is Brown Bear.
Thanks, Val.
Encrypted phones only, guys, yeah? I take it these weapons are untraceable? Of course.
Hey.
[Speaking German.]
[Grunts.]
[Gagging.]
[Grunts.]
Please tell me you have some good news.
Well, the Romanians have been less than forthcoming so far, but we do have satellite confirmation that Iosava is not in Germany.
He's being moved to one of their compounds, Timisoara, near the Hungarian border.
One of their compounds Jesus Christ.
This is a hostage negotiation.
I need leverage.
I don't need satellite pictures in a file.
I'm not the bad guy, Steven.
The Romanians are asking for more than million dollars just to get us a live feed of Iosava.
I'm working my way up to an exchange, but we need POTUS on board.
Uh, look, we are counting on you to deliver, Clay.
- How soon? - The feed is being set up now.
The Romanians are having technical difficulties.
- [Scoffs.]
- My people are on it.
That's all for now.
Well, isn't this just one big clusterfuck? [Sighs.]
What are you going to do without Iosava? - She's on.
- Yeah.
Put her through.
[Door shuts.]
Hello, Paul.
This time, you go first.
Put her on.
You lied to me earlier.
I think it's only fair if you make up for that.
Listen, you do not run this negotiation.
I do.
You have one minute.
How are you? Been better.
Okay, we're working to get you home.
Frau Iosava has been very patient.
Tell my fiancé I'm sorry I lost the wedding ring.
Frau Iosava's patience is running out.
I want to speak to Aleksandre.
They said in an hour.
No! Hey.
[Speaking German.]
No! Stop! - [Grunting.]
- Steven, do something.
Steven, is it? You want to see more? Your choice.
And your last hour.
Have my husband on the line in exactly 60 minutes or Clare here dies.
[Sighs.]
Valerie: She's alive.
But it just took a turn for the worse.
How so? Just go get her back.
Clare confirmed Wedding, so you're on the right track.
We're about to make contact with the Turk.
You have exactly 50 minutes.
This shouldn't take long.
- What did she say? - Get this shit done.
[Grunting.]
I'll find Metin.
[Muffled rap music playing.]
[Woman moaning.]
[Man grunting.]
[Screams, gasps.]
Your worst nightmare if you don't tell me where Ruth Iosava is.
Who? Take the girl.
If I'm not out in three minutes, shoot her in the fucking head.
[Gasping.]
[Rap music continues playing.]
Okay, Metin, let's chat.
Now, this This is how a real man shaves.
None of your five fucking safety blades and a moisture strip.
I don't know Ruth Iosava.
Yes, you do.
I can see it in your eyes.
I was trained for that, you know.
[Hector speaking indistinctly, muffled.]
Hurt a man the first time, and you feel it.
Then you get up the next day, and the sun is still shining, and they tell you to do it again.
You hurt a man a second time, and you excuse it.
And then you justify it, and then you exploit it.
You get curious.
You start to wonder how far you'll have to take it to get the information you need.
Will it take a finger? Will it take two ears? Where's Ruth Iosava, Metin? [Inhales sharply.]
Okay.
[Screaming.]
[Door opens.]
What the hell were you doing in there? Getting an address.
[Waves crashing, seagulls squawking.]
Daniel: [Distorted.]
Come on.
So how are we doing in the prisoner exchange? The audio feed is ready.
And the exchange? We're still waiting on POTUS.
Well, where the fuck is he? Let's get Ruth on the line.
Well, Langley's no help.
Oh, you think? Sending us into a duel with a cap gun.
Hello, Steven.
Aleksandre's on the line, as promised.
You have two minutes.
Then we continue with the negotiation.
Where's Clare? Put on Aleksandre.
Where did you take him? [Scoffs.]
Aleksandre - But maybe they lied.
- No.
No.
No.
- They lied to us.
- No, no.
It's not true.
It's not true, Frau Iosava.
Cut the feed.
Cut the damn feed! [Computer beeps.]
Listen to me.
Do not do thi There's a way out of this.
We had a deal, Steven.
- Oh, no.
- Now we don't! There was never going to be an exchange.
You know it as well as I do.
[Speaking Arabic.]
Aleksandre Iosava for this disposable thing, - this hypocrite! - There is no God but God.
Shut up! All of you.
[Sobbing.]
Listen, there's still a way out of here.
- There is a way - No, there isn't.
There's a way out, but if you pull the trigger [Gunshots.]
[Shell casings clink.]
Let her go.
Daniel: There's SWAT team outside.
There's no officers.
It's just me and him.
If you put the gun down and let her go you can still get out of here alive.
I love you, Clare.
I love you.
My freedom comes from you people? I don't think so.
Just shoot this cunt already, will you? [Gunshot.]
Oh, fuck! Down! On the fucking floor! - Get down! - Jesus.
[Gasping.]
Clare, no, no, no, no, no.
No.
- No, baby.
No, baby.
- Hector.
Shh.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
[Sighs tearfully.]
What are you doing? [Sniffles.]
You sure you picked the right celestial pony, lady? I sure as hell wouldn't bet on paradise right now if I were you.
Hector.
Hector, you're better than this.
[Exhales sharply.]
No, I'm not.
I'm the worst this fucked-up agency has to offer.
- [Bones snap.]
- [Gasps.]
[Breathes heavily.]
[Cellphone buzzing.]
Yes? Valerie? It's Daniel.
Where are you? We're in the warehouse.
What happened? Ruth got away.
Oh, Jesus.
Where's Clare? Valerie I am so sorry.
Listen, we need an anonymous tip called in so that Clare can be found.
If word gets out that Hector and I were here, we'll be on the next plane back to headquarters before Clare's in the ground.
I'll have it arranged.
[Cellphone clicks.]
[Siren wails in distance.]
Steven, Hans is on line two.
[Sighs.]
Excuse me, please.
Thank you.
- [Clears throat.]
- [Beep.]
Hans.
I'll keep this brief.
I know the Americans renditioned Iosava.
For the sake of your family, if not our friendship, I'm warning you to brace yourself for the consequences.
Hans, wait.
Langley's not playing straight with me.
The story is breaking now.
- Did - [News theme music plays.]
News anchor: No rest for the infamous Thomas Shaw this evening, and no mercy for the CIA.
A new leak has named Steven Frost as chief of the CIA station in Berlin and the man behind the illegal rendition of Aleksandre Iosava.
Iosava, a German citizen and alleged Georgian terrorist was plucked off the streets of the German capital last night.
If there's one secret that does seem to be able to remain safe these days, it is the identity of Thomas Shaw.
For more on this breaking news, let's cut to a press conference.
Here's a statement made by Krischan Ganz, head of German Intelligence, just a few minutes ago in Cologne.
[Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' "The Mercy Seat" playing.]
Hector: You and me joined at the hip again That's either fate or a cosmically bad idea.
With you, Hector, it's one and the same thing.
Daniel: Where'd they post you after Chechnya? Hell.
They sent me to hell.
Hurt a man the first time, and you feel it.
You hurt a man a second time, and you excuse it.
And then you justify it, and then you exploit it.
And I think my head is burning And in a way, I'm yearning to be done Daniel, you're a company man.
There's no harm in that.
So was I once.
But tonight, you're in bad company.
I'm the worst this fucked-up agency has to offer.