THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
NONE OF IT EVER HAPPENED.
Ma'am.
Kimberly!
-You? -Yes, ma'am.
Jessica called in sick.
Oh.
Where to?
Tempelhof Airfield.
Yes, Mr President. The briefcase is in my possession.
I'm on my way to the airport.
Thank you.
-This is not Tempelhof Airport. -Change of plans.
Elephants are killed for ivory, birds for feathers,
and you for a briefcase.
Mum?
Kleo.
Why are you here?
I brought some doughnuts with me.
Filled ones.
You used to really like them.
What's this?
First you send me away and now you bring filled doughnuts?
Let me come in, please.
It's urgent.
There.
Have you heard the news today?
Hmm? What are you saying?
News? Is that why you came here?
I'm so sorry.
What happened yesterday was unfair.
When you suddenly just showed up out of the blue,
so unexpected,
I had people visiting.
I've made a lot of mistakes.
But it wasn't all down to me.
Kleo, I've missed you very much.
I wanted you to know that.
Uh…
Mother?
I know you can't speak freely right now, but when can we talk?
I'm being threatened. I need to go away for a while.
You know what to do.
Bye, darling.
And enjoy the doughnuts!
Yeah.
There were two fatalities,
both of them members of the US diplomatic mission in West Berlin.
Police authorities are not ruling out a political link
to pending German reunification.
The federal public prosecutor's office is conducting the investigation
and is in close contact with US authorities.
"Destroy the suitcase."
How do you know about the suitcase?
-Stop there. -Ah.
Uh…
Reisser.
What are you doing here? You're not with Reconnaissance any more?
No. The Firm doesn't need me any more.
It's all closed down.
Okay.
Yeah.
Yeah, really good to see ya.
♪ Heavenly bound ♪
♪ 'Cause heaven's got a number When she's spinning me around ♪
♪ Kissing is a color ♪
♪ Her loving is a wild dog ♪
♪ She's got the look ♪
♪ She's got the look… ♪
♪ What in the world can make A brown-eyed girl turn blue… ♪
You can't be serious.
Freddy!
-What are you doing here? -Is Jenny in there?
Uh… no, she isn't.
Anyway, shut up, will you? There are families living here.
I couldn't give a shit who lives here! I came to see you because I need your help
and you betrayed me, you bastard.
-Why's my car here? -Uh, it belongs to Jenny.
Right, how's that?
I'm gone for three minutes,
and you take my woman and my car?
But you went and took up with the Stasi assassin!
-Me? -Yeah.
I was on a mission to save and fight for the world.
You're feeling sorry for yourself again.
But did you ever think about how Jenny felt
after you running off with a Stasi chick?
Did you ever think about how I might feel about my best friend
going and fucking my girlfriend?
You weren't there.
I was looking after her.
I should just chin you.
-Sven? -Yeah.
-Go ahead. -Hmm?
-What are you doing? -Hmm? Never had…
What are you doing?
Seriously?
-Ah! -Hey, Jenny.
-Sorry. -What are you doing here?
Um…
Jenny,
we need to talk.
-I know… -Get to the point.
I think we can all agree that we both messed up equally. Agreed?
Right? Yeah, well… And you…
I know… I… I could have been…
…communicated better.
You didn't really have to go and sleep with my friend.
Mistakes were made. Of course, we were both feeling hurt, right?
What do you want?
To come to the house.
Please.
No, Sven. One day maybe, but not now.
But it's… Jenny, it's… it's…
I can sleep in the basement, or in the garage or whatever.
It doesn't matter. I just need to sleep somewhere. Please.
Jenny, Jenny.
Jenny, please!
At least give me the car keys.
You can crash at my place.
I mean, on the couch.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Can I take a shower as well?
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
Look at what can happen to us, Asta, my sweetie.
Awfully bad.
Come on.
Dreadful.
Asta, drop it.
Give me that.
What's that you've found?
What a lovely dog!
Royal poodle, right?
Asta, the woman knows her stuff.
-Asta, a girl! Very good. -Mm-hmm.
Better than a boy that keeps mounting what it can.
Mounting? Nah.
You're Stasi, right?
I can tell by your cheap disguise.
And this woman, Asta, is from the CIA. I can tell by her cheap sunglasses.
Was this to do with you?
The Stasi's dissolved officially, you know?
And unofficially?
I came here just to walk my dog.
Asta had to pee.
Your Asta is a boy, by the way.
According to the rather large balls dangling between his legs.
Oh, who knew that?
How do we get out of this awkward situation, huh?
That's how. Hmm.
I made someone a promise.
Hmm.
Good. Was that it?
Hey! I just wanted to introduce myself.
Rose Carmichael.
Good. You've just done it.
Come on, Asta.
Just thinking, how's your mother?
Good.
Hmm. Just make sure it stays that way then.
So many absolutely terrible things are happening right now.
That's for sure, babe.
See you.
Yeah!
We're not blind.
They're heading for the third chicane now
without any problems because the pressure at this high speed…
You know I'm sorry…
-And that was very smooth and fast. -About Jenny.
Mmm.
…going into the straight…
I've acted like a total arsehole these last few months.
The point is, I have no right at all to be jealous of anyone, and…
-And well… -Mmm.
Now, let's not talk about it ever again, okay?
Okay.
You want a hug?
Yeah.
-. -So what are your plans? I mean work-wise.
Mmm.
I've still got my contacts in the BND.
-Oh! -Mmm.
By the way, take a look.
Min Sun, isn't she the BND woman you're working with?
"Min Sun, Hotel Tegel"? Where did you get this?
Homicide recovered it from the American woman who got blown up.
-What's that? -Didn't you hear about it?
-The assassination at the Olympic Stadium? -No.
No?
I made a copy of it because I thought that your BND bird might be in on it,
maybe it had something to do with the suitcase.
Freddy…
This for a fact has something to do with the suitcase.
Thanks, man.
-What are you gonna do now? -I need some trousers.
And then I'm going to the Hotel Tegel to pay the BND bird a visit.
Mummy?
Foam Heads?
"If Mummy only washes your legs and hands,
your hair will still be full of sand."
"Klaus knows the soap will sting his eyes,
so before all that, he screams and cries."
"'Wash my hair,' says Monika."
"'Then I won't make a scene.'"
"'If you use your fingers to make a foam,
then you'll look just like Grandma Baum.'"
Good.
"'When Monika's in the water just lying, it feels to her as if she's flying.'"
"Flying."
Thilo?
Thilo.
Princess?
-Are we on… -Sirius B?
No.
Your mission isn't over yet.
Oh. Oh, yeah…
You need to go back to Earth.
A… All right.
Welcome back.
So where is…
What?
The UFO?
Oh.
It's gone.
Oh, um…
Hello? Excuse me?
-Well? -Um…
I'm looking for a guest, Ms Min Sun? She's about…
-What's going on today? -What do you mean, "What's going on?"
It's been like a fair, people coming to see her all day.
-Ah, and her room number, can you… -105.
Okay. Um, I don't think you should have told me that…
Now go!
All right.
Oh, sorry, sorry. Excuse me. Excuse me.
What the…
Yes?
-Oh. -Ah.
Uh… Oh God. Excuse me, I was actually looking for…
Min Sun?
Yeah.
You're right on target. Come in.
Sorry.
It's a bit messy in there.
Please.
Sit.
Um, excuse me, where exactly is Miss Min Sun?
She's gone.
What do you mean?
We have deactivated her.
And "deactivated" implies…
Shit, that's…
That's Min Sun?
Okay, slowly now. Who are you then?
CIA.
I'm glad you came. We were going to pay you a visit.
Me? Why?
Wait. W… w… why was Min Sun…
Ms Sun offered to sell us something
which unluckily got lost shortly after.
The suitcase.
Wait, the suitcase is gone?
The contents of the case are very important.
Yeah.
You know we can't allow anyone to get up to any mischief with it.
-Definitely not. -We don't like to be blackmailed.
Who does like to?
Then you also know that you must cooperate.
I must…
Do I?
Okay, and wh… what precisely would my cooperation look like?
Kleo Straub.
Oh, no.
We know that Ms Straub is the only one
who can lead us to the suitcase and the only one capable of getting it…
Why only her?
You'll regain her complete trust
and inform us of every step she takes.
I can't do that. Um…
Listen up. I made the mistake once of cooperating
with the BND behind Kleo's back. I certainly won't do it again.
Sad.
I thought we could come to an agreement.
But… But I want to work with you. I mean,
we… we can find something that's in our mutual interest.
I have many qualifications.
I'm unemployed right now…
No, thank you.
Okay, we…
-That's my cue to leave now, right? -It's a free country.
That's great.
Mmm.
Goodbye,
Sven Petzold.
Goodbye.
Where is that?
Kleo.
Thilo?
Aren't you on…
Sirius B? I was.
But my mission isn't over yet.
She told me.
Princess Ciana from Sirius B.
Nice to meet you.
Hey, have you got anything to eat here?
I have a huge hole in my stomach after the journey.
Getting into the UFO was insane.
Like a vacuum pulling you in, and then "flop".
But I can't remember the flight at all, you know.
It's probably something to do with the brain. Superluminal speed and that.
You know it screws up the brain cells.
And you're from Sirius B?
Did he say that?
Then yeah.
So how is it there?
Good.
Mmm.
Can Ciana stay with us?
She hasn't got a home here.
-You can both sleep in Otto's room. -Oh. That's her grandpa, but he died.
And he's got awesome clothes. Come on, let's have a look.
Mmm. Uh-huh.
Hmm.
Yeah, right. Sirius B, is it, hmm?
I get it.
Mmm.
On your marks, get set, go.
21, 22, 23, 24, 25.
Well? How long?
It was a new record!
Yes! Papa!
I set a new record underwater!
Yeah? That's great, darling!
When I grow up, I'm going to be an underwater explorer.
Ah, right?
That's precisely why I've brought you a very special diving medal, darling.
Ooh.
For my super explorer.
Hey, Kleo. All right?
Good morning, Thilo.
Sleep well?
I had a really strange dream.
Yeah? About what?
In my dream, I was still a child, really little, and I was in the bath,
and suddenly my father was standing next to me.
Amazing.
I haven't thought about my father in ages.
Where is he anyway?
He died in a car accident.
I was really little at the time.
I've no idea how old I was.
There's hardly anything I can recall from back then.
It's vanished.
I know.
A trauma.
Here, have this. It helps.
Sugar?
No, LSD.
Lysergic acid diethylamide.
Thilo?
I think this is all coming up as my mother came here,
and she knows about the suitcase, moreover.
The red one, yeah?
-Mm-hmm. -You do as well.
Yeah, but Mum's been living in the West for 20 years.
She can't know anything about the suitcase.
Mmm.
Unless the suitcase is connected to our past.
You have to find that out.
I know.
I'll go to Aunt Margot.
If anyone knows what Mum has to do with the suitcase, it's her.
Or you.
Nikolai.
Rose.
I thought you'd gone back to Moscow.
You're here in East Berlin?
The borders are open. It makes everything a bit easier.
By the way…
Have you happened to come across a red suitcase?
Have you lost one?
It has a certain emotional value for me.
If I manage to find one…
then…
Does Moscow know you're working on your own thing here and got lost?
Help me out. What kind of thing, in your view?
The winds in Moscow have changed, Nikolai.
They don't want any trouble with us.
Moscow…
You mean Comrade General Secretary Gorbachev?
General Secretaries come and they go.
Suit yourself.
See you around, Nikolai.
KGB HEADQUARTERS MOSCOW
Yes, I'm listening.
Olga!
-Rose Carmichael here. -Rose!
What a nice surprise.
-I'm in Berlin. -Berlin?
Yes. Something's got a bit out of order here.
Nikolai Zhukov.
Who's that?
Come on, Olga. You know him.
Your man in Dresden.
Ah!
That Nikolai. Hmm.
You can't control your people any more there. Is that right?
-He's not sticking to the rules. -Hmm. Hmm.
Both our nations can't afford to jeopardize reunification.
Uh… Ro… Rose, I need to go now, um…
Thanks for your call, yes.
Thanks. Hmm.
Always a joy.
Hmm.
-Hello? -Yes?
-Listen here. -Yes.
We have a problem.
Who is it?
Nikolai.
You want it solved?
Yes.
We'll have to liquidate him.
Uwe?
You died.
Yes, I was over there on the other side.
And do you know who was there?
Comrade Lenin.
And do you know what he did?
He held his hands out. Kind of like this.
Then he said, "Uwe,
you can turn the tide."
But then I woke up,
out there in Hohenschönhausen where you dumped me.
You and your Westerner, you owe me a new kidney, comrade…
Kleo!
-Aunt Margot. -What are you doing here?
I want to talk about the suitcase. Where is it?
You'd be better off asking your guy that question.
Screwed you over, huh?
That's what they're like in the West.
-Fuck you, then dump you… -Uwe!
Coffee, Kleo?
I've only got the case with the toilet paper in it.
Where the real one is, I've no idea.
To begin with, I thought the Americans probably had it.
Until I read this.
CAR EXPLOSION AT OLYMPIC STADIUM: TWO DEAD
I know just as much as you do.
Why don't I believe you?
Why don't you understand that we're on the same side?
Are we?
While we're sitting here, the Federal Republic is negotiating
the end of our GDR with the Western powers.
Even our comrades from the Soviet Union are stabbing us in the back.
Oh, that right?
The suitcase is the only way to save what we built.
So you've no idea where the suitcase is?
But I'm sure you do know what it's all got to do with my mother, don't you?
Your mother?
She's disappeared, someone is threatening her
and this someone planted this at my place.
-Soviet, right? -Huh.
There are other forces that are interested in you,
forces that you shouldn't pick fights with.
Kleo, let's collaborate.
Mmm.
-No fucking way. -Huh.
I prefer to work for myself now, hmm?
It's all good.
Can I have one?
Mmm!
Farewell, Aunt Margot.
Fucking cunt.
The dead Yank woman, who actually wiped her out then?
I have my suspicions who it might have been, Otto.
No, the Comrade Colonel-General is dead.
It's not as simple as that, Uwe.
Uwe, I'm glad that you're at my side.
Oh, yeah?
-Uwe? -Mmm?
Uwe, I need you.
Do you hear me?
-Always ready, Comrade Minister. -Mmm.
Hmm.
Grandpa?
Mmm.
♪ Pump up the jam ♪
♪ Pump it up ♪
♪ While your feet are stomping ♪
♪ And the jam is pumping ♪
♪ Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin' ♪
♪ Pump it up a little more ♪
♪ Get the party goin' on the dance floor ♪
♪ See, 'cause that's where the party's at And you'd find out… ♪
You're really dragging me into something here.
If Böttger discovers I'm smuggling out files…
I know. I know.
-Thanks. -Here.
And this is for you.
Oh! Thanks a lot.
Thanks.
♪ Get your booty on the floor tonight ♪
♪ Make my day… ♪
It's ice-cold.
Well, if you take so long…
♪ Make my day ♪
♪ Make my day… ♪
-Is this all you've got for me? -Mmm.
If you don't like it, you can investigate.
Yes, that's what I'm trying to do, but there's not a lot here.
Sorry.
Ah.
REPORT FORENSICS
"Explosive residue. Semtex with no marker."
This could be something, it's interesting.
-Shit, yeah! -What is it?
I need to talk to someone who knows about explosives right away.
Thanks. See you at home.
♪ Awa ♪
♪ A place to stay ♪
♪ Get your booty on the floor ♪
Did I say you could bring someone with you? Who's this?
He's a comrade from the 25th Tank Brigade.
Uh-huh.
Pjotr. Hello.
Wait, I know him.
You had something going on with Kleo before.
Purely business.
But she doesn't pay well.
Is that right, huh?
Just have a look at what he's got first, huh?
All right, yep.
That's really cool, yeah.
What are they for?
You shouldn't ask me these questions, Mike.
Mmm.
Fantastic.
Comrade. Now beat it. I have things to do.
Thanks.
Am I carrying these on my own?
Get your hands off that one!
Mike? Come here.
I might need you again soon.
You understand?
Wet jobs.
I've been promoted.
-Promoted? -I go directly to the Comrade Minister.
Thinks really highly of me, she does.
Did you know that?
No.
Well, there…
There's some sexual vibes.
Mmm.
CAR EXPLOSION AT OLYMPIC STADIUM: TWO DEAD
DESTROY THE SUITCASE
Hmm…
Hmm.
Oh!
Oh, goddamn it!
Sven? What are you doing here?
Seriously? You throw a goddamn hand grenade at me.
-And you ask me what I'm doing here? -Ugh! Don't make such a fuss.
-It was just a fucking stun grenade. -Stu…
Oh, man!
-That poor little flower, man! -The poor little flower?
You're totally nuts, huh? The thing blew up right before me. I…
If I've suffered a hearing loss…
If you want nothing worse than hearing loss,
you'd better leave now.
Kleo, wait, please.
Are you hard of hearing?
Actually, yeah, because of that thing.
-Ugh! -Okay?
Wait. Can we speak?
No.
Okay, I get it. You feel like I screwed you over.
I get it.
I feel like I've been shot at and bombarded with hand grenades.
We're quits, right? Okay, wait.
Kleo, wait, please wait.
Give me a minute, please. I'm sorry.
They blew up an American woman at the Olympic Stadium.
And I think it might have something to do with our suitcase.
And, um…
Sorry.
Here are the police files, yeah?
In here's everything you need to know about the attack.
What do you say to us working on this as a team again?
You tell me what you know, and I'll give you these
because I think we worked quite well together.
Personally, I thought it was a very…
Were you seriously gonna shoot me with that thing?
Yeah.
Okay.
Obviously, I screwed up.
I know you don't trust me any more.
But the CIA came to see me.
They offered me a job, and for that, I had to betray you.
And I told them,
"No, I won't do that."
Because I have learned my lesson.
Okay?
And the CIA told me that you were the only person
who could get the red suitcase.
Why me?
That
is one
of the many, many games
that in future we can maybe solve as a team.
So…
Give me another chance.
Please.
Mmm, delicious.
It's cherry wine from Werder.
Okay, I'm sorry for asking, but please tell me that there's no poison.
No, at worst it'll give you a nasty migraine.
-Ah. -Mmm.
And what's in there?
Well, the explosive used to blow up the car was Semtex with no marker.
The point is, basically, with Semtex you don't get a marker, unless…
-It's from the Stasi. -Exactly.
So I'm guessing that the Stasi had a spy in the US mission who blew the car up
and pinched the red suitcase.
Therefore, we just have to find out who the spy is,
and we have the suitcase.
Okay, my first thought,
Margot Honecker.
No, Aunt Margot isn't involved.
-No? -Mm-mm.
Pity. Um…
The files with the names
of all those at Reconnaissance were shredded and destroyed.
-Mm-hmm. -That leaves…
your grandpa.
He was responsible for agents in the West, right?
Is it possible you know someone
who knows someone that might know something?
Yeah.
I do know someone.
-Honestly? -Mm-hmm.
You see how cool is it to work together
on a scale from one to Sven? Huh?
So you can leave.
We said we'd work together.
You said that.
I just said, "Tell me what's in the files,"
and now you've done that, and you can get out of here.
Seriously? That…
Er, no.
I think that's totally unfair of you to…
Okay, okay.
Lower the gun and I'll go, yeah?
But only because I want to do it.
-Can I have the files, please? -Nah.
Okay, no bullshitting, screwing over and all that, but if I ever…
This is so goddamn unfair of you!
Unfair!
You stupid…
cow.
OLYMPIC STADIUM FORECOURT
Sven!
What?
What a cold welcome.
Fucking who are you?
We've met once already.
I've no idea, so…
Aren't you going to put the gun down?
Then we can have a quiet chat.
No.
Light me up.
Pull the trigger.
Light me up.
You can't?
Strange.
You're a trained agent,
yet you aren't able to kill a threat?
The truth is
you don't know why you can't shoot.
That scares you.
Am I right?
Kleo.
We're looking for the same thing.
I came here to advise you to stop looking.
And why would I do that?
This belongs to you.
This is your last warning.