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BADAKHSHAN, AFGHANISTAN, 2009

Markell!

Michael!

Gordon! Gordon!

When gripping skin tissue, make sure not to press too hard,

as this destroys the tissue and can result in necrosis,

meaning the tissue will die.

The optimum grip on the needle holder

is between the thumb and... - Hey.

The middle and ring fingers provide support.

Hanna.

Hanna.

Everything's fine.

The needle should always be positioned at a 90-degree angle

before penetration.

Then grip the needle...

Hey. Lukas, stay with me.

...through the tissue. - Lukas.

It's important never to grip the tip of the needle,

as this will damage it.

Repeat this procedure in a parallel direction,

pulling the suture through, until one or two centimeters

remain above the wound.

Then I take the suture at a distance

of around 20 centimeters from the wound

and wind it twice round the needle holder,

grip the end of the suture with the needle holder and pull...

Hey.

Everything okay?

Who are you really?

Guardian angel. Nurse.

The truth, please.

Case was my brother.

Half-brother.

Why did you do it?

Why didn't you just leave me there? - To die?

Lukas, you have a son. You have to fight.

I know what you're going through.

I was going to visit my brother a few weeks ago.

I went to his place.

I parked outside his building and went up to the door.

And then I heard this sound.

And then I saw him.

Or perhaps I should say...

smelled him.

I want to know who did that to him.

Why?

His name was Marc Wessling.

Was?

He's dead.

What are you going to do?

You want revenge?

They'll kill you, too.

FREE WiFi FOUND

Nelly Hallaska. Good name.

Did you think it up yourself?

You speak German far too well for an American.

Nelly could be your grandmother.

Your grandfather was a GI stationed in Germany.

After the war, when everyone thought the Americans were bringing peace,

rock 'n' roll and chewing gum.

Nuclear bombs.

NSA.

It's all got out of hand, don't you think?

Shall we just cut the crap, Mr. Wankura?

We both know how this ends.

You'll be court-martialled by the USA.

To the letter of the law, of course.

They'll rule that you helped avert a terrorist incident.

You shot everyone in self-defense.

You'll be acquitted. And then you'll go home.

America first.

BND HEADQUARTERS

Yes?

Send him in.

I just went by the book.

I know.

If it wasn't for my report,

the medical insurance would have paid out.

You wouldn't have got involved with the Vietnamese mafia.

They wouldn't have taken Franke.

His brother would still be alive. And his wife.

You'll be walking again in a few months.

Chip implant. Live.

In a few months I won't be able to bear seeing you.

You won't be able to bear suffering me. You'll come with pamphlets

from nursing homes, and I'll yell at you and hurt you and kick you out.

One day I'll piss myself here and die.

You said we're friends, right?

Then help me die.

Crap! - Caro?

Dad, I know I'm not supposed to play here,

but one of my monsters is here.

You think the monster's in there? - Yes.

Please.

Okay, then let's see.

Quickly now. The pancakes are ready. - Okay.

Come and eat.

Sit down.

You won't get away with this.

Even if you shoot me.

Remember the day when your baby daughter

first came home with your wife?

I remember that.

Suddenly it was all different.

Everything before that was history.

Unimportant.

I loved it. Watching them.

As they lay in bed asleep beside me.

The peace.

What did you expect?

That I'd just let it go?

You take my wife from me. You take my son.

Destroy my family.

How am I supposed to live with that?

Tell me. How?

Does my son know his mother is dead?

I didn't tell him.

I couldn't. - Where is he? - I don't know.

The BND had nothing to do with it.

They took him.

Who?

The NSA? The CIA? Who?

Who?

What do I have to do to get my son back?

Give me the name of the woman who killed Hanna and my brother. Nelly.

What's her real name?

Open it.

Open it!

Think of the happiest moment in your life. Something unique to you.

That no one can take away.

Yes, my love. I am here.

Come to Daddy.

If it was your child,

what would you do?

You know these people. Please help me.

Helen Grant.

Her name is Helen Grant.

CIA agent.

That's all I know.

The exchange on the bridge...

would we have got our son?

No.

Not now, Dad, I'm drawing.

Hello? - Delivery.

Hello, this is my voicemail. I'll call back.

Put the phone down.

Do it.

Do it!

Having a gun is one thing. Using it is another.

Millimeters to the left or right,

and you'd be dead. And your wife probably alive.

How does it feel to be responsible for a person's death?

You tell me. - It's not my fault Hanna died.

I hunt down terrorists. People who break laws.

What laws? You make the laws.

9/11, Paris, Nice, London, Berlin...

What other attacks will there be?

Are you protecting us?

Lukas Franke?

Hanna is dead because you made a bad decision.

You shouldn't have kept the laptop. - Where's my son?

Where is my son?

You won't be seeing your son again.

Where's my son?

Where's my son? - Taken abroad ages ago.

Where's my son? - He'll forget you. You and Hanna.

He'll never forget me. Where's my son?

We won't risk him taking revenge. - Where's my son, please.

No more fanatical terrorists! - Where's my son?

You'll never find him. Not even with Burning Man.

Your son no longer exists.

The neighbor heard a gunshot.

A bag was carried out later.

We have to find Franke in case it wasn't him

that they were carrying out.

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The rules up there

don't apply down here.

If you want to survive here,

you have to see to it

that they're afraid of you.

Because they think you carry a knife.

And when you're asleep

and they come too close, then...

Bam!

Or...

you've got some shitty disease. Something in your blood.

That would infect them,

if they beat you to death.

You got it, kid?

You want to survive?

Then scare them.

And don't sleep too deep.