Hello, comrade KGB?
Was it Olga who sent you?
Kleo?
Kleo!
Kleo, this is totally insane.
-I'm already on Level 3. -Where?
Quattuor Saxa. Ciana's game with the four blocks.
It's so great!
Uh-huh.
-What are you doing? -I'm looking for something.
Oh, look. A childhood reference.
What's that?
A seahorse.
Hippocampus in Latin. It's not just the creature's name.
It's also the memory part of your brain, yeah?
You said you couldn't remember your childhood.
Hippocampus, childhood, memory.
Oh, cool.
Can I keep it?
Yeah.
Mmm.
-Oh. -I knew it.
What?
This is my grandpa.
And this is the Russian who gave the seahorse to me.
Mmm.
Rossbach, the stupid bastard.
He's my instructor from Project Else.
Like your rule of three, huh?
Well, like hippocampus, memory, childhood.
Only,
Rossbach, Russian, Grandpa. There is a mathematical solution.
-You just have to solve for "x". -What's "x"?
The red suitcase.
It represents the part of your childhood that you've forgotten.
Who's actually got it?
Most likely the Stasi agent in the US embassy.
And he knows who that is.
That's good.
Can I have this as well?
-Yeah. -So cool!
Well, I'll be damned!
Kleo! What a coincidence!
Jutta!
Hey, I haven't seen you for ages.
Yeah, what a coincidence, Jutta!
What are you doing here?
Well, René works over there.
-He's my fiancé. -What happened to Marco from Fangschleuse?
I got really bored with Marco from Fangschleuse.
We divorced.
Ah. Kids?
Nope. Miscarriage, the poor little pea.
-I'm sorry. -Yeah, never mind.
Eighth week, just like you back then.
How do you know I lost my baby back then?
Ah! You know our republic!
You can't let off a fart without everyone else knowing about it.
How about we go for a coffee?
I have to go, Jutta.
Well, maybe we could go for a beer sometime?
-Like we used to? -Yeah.
Goodbye.
Yeah, bye.
Mmm.
-Oh! -Hmm?
Now that's what I call pudding!
I love pudding.
Or do you call it "food for the gods"?
-It's jelly. -Great.
Has our republic gone to the dogs
to such an extent that they let traitors get off?
Ah. All that state treason, that's very funny.
It turned out that I was the only one who didn't betray the state.
May I?
Tasty, huh?
But don't worry.
I dealt with the traitors the very same way you trained me to do it.
Mmm!
Sweet woodruff.
But why is it blue and not green?
What do you want?
I've got two questions.
-First of all, I want to know who that is. -Ah.
Comrade Nikolai Zhukov.
So where is he then?
I don't know. I haven't seen him for ages.
-Hmm? -It's all yours if you like it.
I'll dig in.
And now my other question.
Until recently, the operatives you trained were for special forces for the Stasi?
So who was our man with the Americans in Clayallee?
I've no idea.
I trained our people.
And your grandpa deployed them.
But you know that better than anyone.
See you later!
Kleo Straub turned up here.
This is not good.
She's snooping around.
-Shall I? -No, I'll take care of her personally.
Roger that, comrade.
Thank you.
Who was that?
-My mother. -Oh, is she Russian?
Do you know what I've come up with? That was Comrade Zhukov.
And he's KGB, yes?
Why should a border guard know where the Stasi personnel files are?
Because he worked for Reconnaissance
and was responsible for those files.
Uh-huh.
Comrade Reisser! We meet again so soon.
Have you got a moment for us?
I have not.
Great.
I know you don't remember our first meeting,
but one thing you said back then
about the Reconnaissance personnel reports stayed in my memory.
-Oh, yeah? -You said the files had vanished.
You didn't say they'd been destroyed. Just gone.
Right now, I'm looking for a Stasi agent, and I'm wondering if that means
the files are no longer at the Reconnaissance headquarters?
-I've no idea what you want. -Okay.
Well,
maybe this will help you to remember?
Shit.
Freddy, you got any cash?
Mm-hmm.
Smart watch you've got there. Holy shit!
Chronometer, sapphire crystal.
Fell off a truck, did it?
Or is it an heirloom?
-Yeah. -"Yes" what?
An heirloom?
It's a new model, as far as I'm aware.
Just on the market.
Costs roughly 25,000 marks.
-West German marks. -Mate!
Almond croissant?
Maybe we should explain to Comrade Reisser who he's actually dealing with here.
Frederick Lionel Lembach, aka fraud squad.
Fraud squad?
-But I haven't done anything here. -Yes, you have, mate.
You sold many files.
But I'll make you a deal.
My colleague, Freddy "the destroyer" Lembach here,
his memory might fail him if you tell the buyer to Freddy.
Mmm.
All right.
I sold copies of the files
to some of our Soviet friends, all right?
KGB.
You've got to look out for number one these days, okay?
KGB.
I don't believe it!
Fancy that! What do you want from the KGB?
Mmm. I don't know how you put it in the East, but here we say,
it's jack shit to do with you, Kleo.
Looks like we've found out the same thing.
Oh, yeah? Okay then, fire away.
What have you found out?
That, dear Sven, is jack shit to do you with you.
Okay, very funny.
Let's do it this way. You tell me what you've found out,
and I'll tell you what I know.
You first then.
-You first. I'm listening. -Ugh. All right.
An agent from the KGB is spying on me. He obviously wants the red case too.
And that man is highly likely inside there.
In the KGB station in Berlin.
The KGB is involved?
Yeah?
Oh, God!
You're really bad at this, yeah?
You don't know shit about this, and now you come crawling back.
Forget it, out you get.
-I offered you the chance to work… -We worked together, Sven.
-But you screwed me over. You forget? -Okay, shall we talk about it?
-I never screw you over, right? -Yeah, it was you.
And it didn't stop you sleeping with me afterwards either.
But okay, my fault for being stupid enough to trust you, yeah?
Okay.
-Kleo. I'm sorry, all right? -Yes, me too, Sven. Me too.
Oh!
Mmm!
Wait, please. Kleo?
Kleo?
Ah.
-Shit. -Yes, right away.
Come with us.
Fuck, fuck!
Okay, um…
Okay. Hey. Hi, um…
-Come with us now. -Okay. I… I'm Sven Petzold.
-Come with us, please. -I'm a friend.
-Do I have to ask you once more? -I've no idea what you want.
Get out of your car!
With you?
Yes, come with us.
There you go, come with us.
Okay. Ow! Okay.
Goddammit, that… Yeah. Yep. Yep.
Keep going.
Keep moving.
Keep moving. In here.
Hold it.
Here we are.
-Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! -All the way in, take a seat.
Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no.
Sit down. Just sit down.
Okay. Okay. Ahh!
I haven't done anything at all, okay?
Now sit back and take it easy.
Okay, um…
Wait, I…
Please wait, just a second! Um…
What the fuck is this?
Stable, durable, non-toxic,
place to sleep, viewing platform, and play area all in one.
-It can't be true! -It is.
And where's the pussycat now?
I have no idea.
Hi.
Hi, comrades.
Regarding Kleo Straub,
it doesn't look like a friendly approach towards the comrade was successful.
What does "it doesn't look like" mean?
I'll keep trying, yes.
You've not to "keep trying", Jutta!
You have to make sure that she doesn't interfere!
Great scratching post. Have a nice evening.
Uh… bye, Jutta. See you soon maybe?
Mmm.
"See you soon maybe, okay?"
Hello.
Um…
So… Well, I've no idea what you think I've done,
but there really is no reason whatsoever to treat me
like a dangerous criminal, okay?
Don't worry, my friend.
No one here thinks you're a dangerous criminal.
You're far too harmless.
Comrade Alexander Belov.
Well, well!
Why are you spying around here?
Um…
I'm here because you've got something I need.
Get to the point. What do you want?
I need the personnel files for Reconnaissance.
Information too about all Stasi agents as I know they're here.
Mm-hmm.
But wait up. Wait up.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Socialism, listen, it's fucked.
And let me tell you about capitalism, yeah?
Mmm.
Here, yeah, in the West, everyone pays his own way.
Have you understood me?
50,000.
-Marks? East German? -Mmm. West German.
-Okay. -Or is that a problem?
No. Course not. It's all good.
Listen.
Tomorrow, 10:00 in the morning, Rasputin's men's sauna.
Ah. Rasputin men's sauna.
-Um, qu… quick question, if that's okay? -Mmm.
Does it have to be a sauna?
I've got incredibly low blood pressure.
-Um… -Mmm.
The fairground supply tunnel at 12:00.
I have an appointment for a haircut nearby after that, and so I could…
Fairground, supply tunnel, twelve o'clock.
That's so great.
Yes.
Oh!
Butter my butt and call me a bloody biscuit!
Am I on a trip or what?
Thilo?
Thilo!
Ah! You old flounder!
You're looking so good!
I thought you were away on Sirius B with your princess.
I was, Dopi. Far away.
But my mission here isn't over.
Here on Earth, I mean.
Wow. Amazing.
-What's still to be done? -I don't have a clue.
She didn't say.
My princess.
But, Dopi, tonight we'll open our club, Dopi.
Honestly?
Hey, Thilo, it's great to have you back.
I really thought I was going to have to open the club without you.
Tell me, have you ever been in love?
Like, really?
Really. Like, really.
Don't think so.
I'm telling you…
It's better than any trip.
Holger?
What are you doing here?
I thought our hello would be different.
I wanted to see you, Kleo.
After all this time?
Yeah. The Wall's gone.
For ten bloody years, Kleo,
I've been asking myself if not fighting for you before
is the biggest mistake I ever made in my life.
I didn't hear from you for so long. What is all this?
But I wrote to you, Kleo.
A letter every week for one year.
They never got to my home.
Otto.
So how is he?
He died.
It'd be better if you left, okay?
Can I see you again?
Not a good idea.
Kleo, I'm so glad you came.
Thanks for the invite.
And what do you think?
Really cool.
Hey, Kleo.
Do you want one?
No, thanks.
That's pretty, Kleo.
But how do you know I'm Kleo?
I know everything.
Everything? I don't believe you.
It's a really pretty necklace that your daddy gave you.
I need to go home now. It's time for dinner.
But I'm your dad.
Dear compatriots! A few weeks ago, the state treaty
regarding the monetary, economic, and social union
between the Federal Republic of Germany
and the German Democratic Republic was signed.
Germans in the Federal Republic and in the GDR are once again…
Hi!
I'm Sabine, the new girl.
I had no idea we were getting a new girl, did you?
No.
…they will be once more in a free and united state.
The branches.
What are you doing, sweetheart?
Do you want my heart to explode?
I'm going.
Limp dicks.
Comrade Alexander Belov!
Back from Mallorca already?
Oh.
You again, huh?
Ah!
It's healed well.
You've not come to tell me this in a spa.
Uh-uh.
-You just missed me. Is that right, huh? -I want the Stasi agent files.
Ah!
You're not the only one.
Well?
Kleo,
you've got to look after number one these days.
-Mm-hmm. -How about you make me an offer?
I can make you the offer not to blow your balls off!
Ah.
Oh, please. You couldn't do it.
Oh, couldn't I?
Nah.
How so?
Ah, well, because you'd so love to suck them.
You bitch.
Suck 'em yourself.
So, the files. Where are they?
They're copies.
Microfilms.
They're in Karlshorst.
Ah! There you go!
Let's go then.
-Can I take my flip-flops? -Of course.
Thank you.
Whoppa!
Okay.
Uh, you are Ms What's-her-name from the, uh… the CIA.
I'm guessing that… that this is not a chance encounter?
I'm really sorry that your informant didn't turn up.
Uh, my informant?
-I don't know what you're talking about. -Hmm. Come on.
Shit, did you deactivate him as well?
Listen, Ms Carmichael, I really don't want to interfere in your CIA stuff,
but you can't just kill people whenever it suits you.
What's this?
My final offer.
If someone can deliver Kleo
and the red suitcase,
it's you, Mr Petzold.
You.
Oh. Um…
-This is a lot… -Mm-hmm.
…of money I desperately need.
Uh…
A CIA badge?
Mm-hmm.
With my face?
Oh, fuck!
Special Agent Sven Petzold from the CIA.
Hmm.
Alexander Alexandrowicz.
At ease.
Okay, thanks. I have to go.
-Ah. -Hi, Alexander.
How are you, Natalia?
-All good? -Mm-hmm.
Hmm. How are the children?
Mmm…
The children are fine, thank you.
-Oh. This is a comrade from Moscow. -A pleasure.
It's all mine.
The children?
UPPER FLOOR
No stupid moves.
Uh.
Hmm.
Sometime today.
Okay, okay, okay.
There you are.
Hmm.
Not so hard.
Be careful! She has a gun.
Put the gun down!
We're coming in.
-Put the gun down! -Put it down!
I knew I should've shot your balls off!
Slowly put it down!
Okay. You win.
-Come on. -Hmm?
-Slowly. -Slowly.
Put it down. Slowly.
-That's it. -Yes, like that.
Shoot her.
Get her!
She's running away!
Get her, get her!
The alarm.
Sound the alarm.
Over here, follow me!
Follow me!
Stop! This way!
Come on, guards!
Quickly! Hurry!
She's upstairs!
Go, go, go!
Come with me! Run up there!
Stop!
-There she is! Shoot her! -Get her, quickly!
Stop! Stop!
Mmm!
Quick, down the steps! Quick, hurry, come on!
She's going outside!
Freeze! On the ground!
-What? -On the ground!
Get down!
Stand back!
Fuck!
♪ And here I go again on my own ♪
♪ Going down the only road I've ever known… ♪
Get in! Come on! Get in!
-♪ And I've made up my mind… ♪ -Drive!
♪ I ain't wasting no more time ♪
♪ But here I go again… ♪
Did you see that? I still had your stun grenade, and then, boom!
Ha! Are you okay?
-Show me. -I'm fine.
I just want to look, okay?
I think now would be the best time to say,
"Thanks so much, dear Sven."
What for?
"What for?" I saved your life back there.
Who says you saved my life?
Let's cut to the chase, okay? I saved your life. That's a fact.
You just can't say "thank you". That's another fact. Now you owe me.
-Uh-huh. And what's that, may I ask? -Is that the documents?
Give them to me.
You know the difference between you and me?
You want the files to prove to the rest of the world
and to yourself how cool and smart you are.
-Because it's only about you, isn't it? -No. It used to be only about me.
Now it's about something else, about something much bigger too,
but for you, it isn't. This time, it's only about Kleo.
Yeah.
You're right.
It's about me.
It's about my past. 'Cause there's an empty stretch there.
Something I can't remember.
And I wanna understand.
Understand how I came to be.
You know something?
That's a really damn good motive, you know?
Honestly.
It's the best reason you can have.
Let me help you.
May I? Please.
Fine. We'll take a look into it together.
Yeah!
Code name Else.
No.
Code name Schlosser.
No.
Code name Wunderlich.
Uh-uh.
Gustaf?
No.
Code name Börne.
Uh-uh.
You smell different.
Western washing powder. Thilo's half.
Okay. Code name Koch.
Do you want to come to… Whoa!
What are you up to?
We're trying to find out who our man in the American consulate was.
When I'm looking for something, I just wait for it to find me.
Okay.
-Wanna come play mini-golf? -In the middle of the night?
Yeah.
-Not tonight, Thilo. -All right.
Ciana, they don't want to.
O.O.S.A. AT THE PERMANENT MISSION
That's it here!
O.O.S.A. US Permanent Mission in West Berlin.
Wait, wait, wait. O.O.S.A. What does that mean exactly?
-Officer on special assignment? -Ah, right.
Code name Bear.
Subject, Moni.
And that means?
Moni means the safe room the operative has to withdraw to just in case.
Of course, what else could it mean? All right!
That means we can obviously make the following assumption.
An officer on special assignment code-named Bear
is hiding with the red suitcase in the Moni, safe house, correct?
Yeah.
All we have to do is find the safe house called Moni.
"We"?
Why "we"?
Oh, God, you know and you won't tell me, of course.
You can't do this! You can't! I saved your life, you know?
And you're still treating your last partner
in the whole wide world like shit!
Wh… Open the door.
Do not ignore me!
Oh, man!
Now leave with dignity.
With dignity.
I'd really like to have a house like this too.
What's your place like on Sirius B?
I'm feeling kind of dizzy all of a sudden.
Ciana?
Careful.
Easy, easy now.
Do you need to lie down? Watch your head.
Thilo? Is the taxi here yet?
What taxi?
-The taxi you were meant to call. -Oh, that one. Yeah, it's coming.
-What's wrong with her? -She's feeling a bit dizzy.
So where are you going?
-Belgrade. -By taxi?
Train, why?
-Will you bring me something back? -Sure, yeah.
See ya.
Bye.
What are you doing back here?
I made the mistake once of not fighting for you. It won't happen again.
I won't let you send me away just because you're scared of your feelings, Kleo.
I can't do this right now.
What? How come? Where are you going?
To Belgrade.
By taxi?
By train.
-Hello. -Hello.
Is that everything?
I wanted to give you this ten years ago, but…
…we never saw each other again.
Yeah, it's a cassette with our old songs from back then.
You kept hold of the cassette.
I guess so.
Thanks.
Take care.
KGB HEADQUARTERS MOSCOW
Yes, yes. Come in.
Hmm.
How have you been, Olga?
What are you doing here?
Are you surprised?
But I thought you were…
Dead.
…in Berlin.
Well…
What do you want?
Cup of tea would be nice.
Be my guest.
Bit of a stupid situation.
I don't know what you mean.
What I mean is
that your little bloodhounds had the order to get rid of me.
But here I am, right in front of you.
Alive and kicking.
Comrade Zhukov.
You overrate yourself.
So why do you think I would have you murdered?
But that's what I was asking myself.
Why is that?
I thought you were smarter.
I don't give a shit what you think about me. Understand?
Oh, yeah.
And that's exactly your big problem.
Oops.
Hello.
-Comrades. -Yes.
Time to move.
Understood.
Moscow, the Soviet capital,
is currently reeling from a series of murders.
Local authorities are now reporting 12 dead.
The victims are reckoned to have KGB links
and were members of the Politburo of the Soviet Communist Party.
Independent observers put the murders down to an internal power struggle.
All the victims are supporters of President Mikhail Gorbachev's
political program of perestroika and are in favour of German reunification.
If you play with fire, you get burned by it and die.