All language subtitles for Deutschland.83.S02E06.Tjello.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-AJP69_en

(Cityscape, a door closing)

Cape Town, South Africa

(Light, dramatic chords)

(Door buzzes)

(Footsteps of a person leaving)

(Dramatic chords build)

(German) Weapons...

(Chords turn darker, ominous tones emerge)

Winkelmann...

(Soundtrack becomes charged)

Mr. Winkelmann!

Ms. Neid.

No tennis today?

No.

I don't have time for games.

Where's your lovely wife?

Out of the country.

-Her mother is ill.
-Ah.

Sorry to hear it.

How can I help you, Ms. Neid?

(English) -Lemonade, sir?
-No, thank you.

-And for you?
-Yes, please.

(German) I have a shipment arriving
from West Germany.

Submarine parts
for Würfel & Struth's Type WS-71.

Torpedo pipes.

Known as "toros".

I need you to arrange a sale
to the South African Defense Force.

Who do you think I am?

Some kind of international arms smuggler?

Don't worry.
I'll take care of the logistics.

I just need you to get the papers.

What if I don't accept
your ludicrous proposition?

(Snorts)

It isn't a proposition,

Mr. Winkelmann.

It's an order.

(Moody, pulsing soundtrack builds)

I'm sure you'd agree

that a photo of the West German
Trade Commissioner to South Africa

meeting with a sales rep
from the military division

of a West German car company
is best kept out of the press.

Or this one

with a high-ranking SADF General?

(Moody, pulsing soundtrack builds)

The United Nations might take issue...

(Music climaxes,
fleeting, high-pitched shrill)

("Major Tom Coming Home" by Peter
Schilling) ♪ Four, three, two, one ♪

♪ Earth below us ♪

♪ Drifting, falling ♪

♪ Floating weightless ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

(Music fades out)

(Heavy breathing,
ominous, unnerving drones)

(Muffled screams, sirens,
pandemonium)

(Piercing, discordant shrill)

(Loud, muffled, distorted drones)

(Muffled yelling and screaming)

(Distorted, echoing voices,
skittering clicking sounds)

(Distorted cry) Tim!

(Dramatic, emotional soundtrack)

(Hollow cries and screams)

Alex!

Alex!

(Heavy breathing, muffled chaos)

(Soundtrack subsides)

(English) Where's Tim?

(German) I don't know.

(Medical machinery)

West Berlin, West Germany

(Distant screaming)

(Faint piano chords)

Tim!

What's wrong with him?

(Door slams shut)

(Hospital chaos tapers off)

Libyan Embassy, East Berlin, East Germany

(Typing, indistinct voice)

(Arabic) Samira.

You're leaving?

-You just got here.
-Something's come up.

-I need to get back to Tripoli.
-Tariq is making you leave, isn't he?

Because we went out to Ku'damm last night.

I promise we'll never do it again.

You can't just leave in the night
without telling me why or saying goodbye.

Be good, little sister.

(Minimal, stirring soundtrack,
running car motor)

Go back to bed.

Are you coming?

Not now.

(Car drives off)

ANNOUNCER:
Good morning from West Berlin.

Not much remains of Club Paradise,
a popular disco,

after a bomb exploded here
yesterday in the middle of the night.

There are at least three confirmed deaths

and more than 100 people
still in critical condition.

Club Paradise, West Berlin, West Germany

(Typing, background noise, siren)

(Indistinct talking)

Thank you.

(Hand-held radio, indistinct talking)

(French) What did he say?

A home-made bomb
brought here in a bag.

And they have no idea who did it.

But the terrorist...
This disco wasn't the target.

-What?
-Come.

(Siren,
minimal, suspenseful soundtrack)

Look.

The Club was a spontaneous decision
because of your little friend Kolibri?

We had every fucking Hotel Voltaire
in Paris staked out for the past 24 hours.

And it turns out your little East German
spy was correct about Hotel Voltaire.

But wrong about the city.

-He's not responsible for this.
-For confusing Paris and Berlin?

Or not responsible for this terror attack?

(Tense, low-pitched pulsing)

No matter what you think.

He's my prime suspect now.

(Street noise, indistinct talking)

(Minimal, suspenseful music)

(Sudden thudding sound effect,
dark, high-pitched tones)

U.S. Mission to East Germany, East Berlin

(Street noise)

(English) And we know the East Germans
how should I put it, made it possible.

-We don't know that.
-They aren't harboring terrorists here?

Got Reagan breathing down my neck,

the whole city's on high-alert,
lockdown on all the military bases.

My wife didn't even let the kids
go to school today.

This was a deliberate attack
on US citizens on occupied soil, Jim.

But it's not ours to call. Not yet.

Tell that to the 50 Americans
lying in the hospital right now.

One of our servicemen is dead.
The other's hanging on by a thread.

Gaddifi's a blood-thirsty lunatic.
We have to strike back at Tripoli now.

-You're not serious.
-Serious as a fucking heart attack.

Okay, look.

We've got counter-terrorism experts from
all our NATO allies waiting for us inside.

Just hear them out.

Please.

(Charged atmosphere)

Good morning, everyone.
Thank you for making the trip.

So which one of you was asleep
at the switch?

Because I thought our respective
job descriptions were pretty clear.

You guys track Arab terrorists in Paris,

and I man the final frontier
of the free fuckin' world here in Berlin.

But no. Seems like somebody's drinking
a little too much fuckin' wine over there.

And now your problem
has become my problem.

So tell me everything you know.

(Clicking slides)

This woman is our suspect in question.

Immigration officials confirmed she
arrived in West Berlin yesterday morning.

Then she crossed back and forth into
the East twice before the day was done.

-Who is she?
-We don't know yet.

She's traveling under an Italian alias.

But this photograph was taken here.
In East Berlin.

-At the Libyan Diplomatic Residence.
-I knew it.

-We gotta get this photo out on the wire.
-Where did you get these photographs?

(Unnerving shrill)

From a trusted source.

(German) Border guards just delivered
this amazing artifact to our office.

-Thank you.
-Mm.

Who is George Lovegrove?

Look closer.

Does anyone want to tell me
what Kolibri is doing in West Berlin,

traveling on a fake British passport?

Can I see that?

Has he been in touch with you?

-No.
-And you, Walter?

Me? No.

Fine.
Inform me immediately if he reaches out.

In the meantime, someone had better
go over and babysit Ingrid Rauch.

(English)
Does anyone recognize this man?

He entered West Berlin by plane from Paris
on a Britisch passport late last night.

-Under the name George Lovegrove.
-Speak of the devil.

In the meantime,
the real George Lovegrove

reported his passport stolen
at Paris-Charles de Gaulle.

So there's one thing we know for certain.
This ain't George Lovegrove.

-Because it's Kolibri.
-Who?

That East German weasel who infiltrated
the Bundeswehr a few years back.

-Code word: Hummingbird.
-No shit.

Top HVA operative most recently seen
in Paris by one of our operatives.

And before that... Libya.

Libya?

-That's a coincidence.
-What?

That Kolibri was in Libya,
or that this man looks like Kolibri?

Actually,
Frau Winkelmann has had the most...

direct exposure
to the famous East German spy.

-Don't exaggerate.
-Perhaps you would be the best to confirm.

-No.
-No?

Sure, I've seen him.

But frankly,
he looks like a lot of people.

-I'm certain he has nothing to do with it.
-Come on, look at him.

You put that out on the wire, they bring
in half the young men in West Berlin.

I suggest Frau Winkelmann
speaks with a composite sketch artist.

If she describes his distinguishing
characteristic in more detail,

it will help us
to pick him out of the crowd.

-I can hardly remember.
-You can try.

-I can help you.
-It's worth a shot, Frau Winkelmann.

-Fine.
-Good.

I think his eyes are blue.

Oh, no, wait.

I'm not sure. Are they brown?

Blue is fine, Brigitte.

Blue is fine.

And he's not tall or... short, he's...

Medium.

-And medium brown hair, too.
-So, that could be... Anyone.

Exactly.

-What about the shape of his face?
-Oval.

His nose moves when he talks.

He has a strong chin. Oval.

And his mouth is thin, but his lips
are full, does that make sense?

-You tell me.
-Yes.

Something like that?

Yes.

(German) Because it wouldn't be safe
for you to be on Ku'damm tonight.

Of course it's not safe.
It's full of Americans!

Stay home.

Read Voltaire.

What? Silly boy...

(Oppressive silence)

Who were you trying to send a message to?

My mother?

I'm serious.

The Americans? The British?

I just told my mother to stay home.

I've been doing that for years.

Day after day.

She's old now.

Developing dementia.

And she wanders.

And climbs over the Wall?

(It's ringing)

Ask her yourself.

(Continues ringing)

Nobody's home.

That's unusual.

Walter.

Don't play games with me.

(It picks up)

Hello?

Good day, Mrs. Schweppenstette.
It's Marcus Fuchs.

Marcus, what a nice surprise!

Is something wrong with Walter?

No, I just have a few questions.

Did you talk to Walter yesterday?

Of course, he calls me every day.

He's always worried about me,
especially now...

that it is so dangerous.

Dangerous?

Well, since the Americans
went to the moon.

You know.

The moon.

But Walter always says that
Comrade Brezhnev can handle it.

It's just a matter of days

until we walk on the moon, too.

-Thank you, Mrs. Schweppenstette.
-Mm.

And have a nice day.

You too.

(Doorbell rings)

What a wonderful surprise.

Grandma!

(Laughs)

I wasn't expecting you two!

(Child giggles)

Wow.

-Is that for me?
-Yes, it is.

We brought a cake.

Aw.

-I'll make some chocolate milk, then.
-Chocolate!

-Should I?
-Yes, please.

Annett, would you like to have
some coffee or tea?

Coffee, please.

Darling, please be careful.

Do you have guests?

I'm expecting some.

From South Africa.

Ah.

Rose Seithati.

One of Mandela's fighters.

Didn't you know?

Walter asked me to take her in.

(Charged, thrilling soundtrack)

U.S. Mission to East Germany, East Berlin

(English) Our leaders in exile
are scattered to the four winds.

Mac in London. Tambo in Lagos.
Zuma in Moscow. Everyone is Lusaka.

The boss is on our backs, man.

Phone's bugged, letters open, we're unable
to reach the people we need to reach.

-Here? In South Africa?
-That's right.

And as for Rose. Staying in South Africa
has become impossible.

So she's headed to East Berlin, where
she'll work on a top-secret operation.

A safe channel to connect our whole
inner-circle regardless of where we are.

A new mode of communication
that cannot be tapped or traced.

My East German colleagues
are communication technology specialists.

Rose will work with them to develop
a technique. Then she'll be back...

-to train all of you.
-What will we call the operation?

Vula, which means "open" in Xhosa.

-Operation Vula.
-Power to the people!

Power to us!

(German) Someday Thandi will live
in a South Africa without Apartheid.

(Crickets, seagulls)

She knows I'm fighting for her future.

I'll do everything to help you
with Operation Vula.

I don't need a babysitter.

I can handle it myself.

I'm not just going to accompany you.

After the disaster in Angola,
I was sure I'd be ordered back.

Instead, I'm getting new orders.
I don't get it, I have to find out why.

Because you're the best.

Ha.

North of the equator.

(Sighs)

It's not easy to say goodbye
to this place.

That's what you say.

You'll be back in two weeks.

Yeah.

Kleinmachnow, East Germany

Ah.

(German) The girls will be happy.

Thomas sends his love.

And he has a new project.

Oh, you'll love this: a radio show.

He sent instructions
on how to record a story for it.

What story?

Pffft.

Thomas!

We'll all be together soon.

(Light, airy, atmospheric tones)

One step at a time.

(Dramatic, atmospheric pads)

(Melancholy, acoustic build-up)

At school,

when the teachers used to ask
what we wanted to do when we grow up,

I always had the same answer.

I wanted to be a doctor.

(Door buzzes)

(Sounds echo out)

Hello?

Hello. You don't know me.

I'm Marianne
and I'm here instead of Klaus.

What happened to Klaus?

Unfortunately he broke his leg
and can't drive.

That's why I'm here.

Can you show me ID?

Sure.

It rained.

That's good for the flowers.

Come in.

Which church are you affiliated with?

The Passion Church in Schöneberg.

Uh-huh.

I am not with the Stasi.

Here are the packages.

I already gave the Fischers theirs.

(Sighs)

Knötgen,

Kannenberg...

and the Hein family.

-Will you be staying in Kleinmachnow?
-No, unfortunately I won't.

But I'll come again. Or Klaus.

Definitely before Christmas.

Hmm. Can I offer you a cup of tea?

Gladly.

Then have a seat.

Thank you.

(Dog barking)

(Ominous, low-pitched wave)

It's a bit stuffy in here.

Oh...

Coming up!

(Street noise)

(Ominous, low-pitched wave)

Café Wedekind, West Berlin, West Germany

(Soothing background piano)

(Vocal sigh)

(French) Were you waiting for someone?

What are you doing here?

-This used to be our place.
-That was a long time ago.

Now it's my place.
As you know, my apartment is upstairs.

For old times' sake then, Brigitte?

Well.

Can we stop lying to each other?
For just a moment?

What are you talking about?

You're in love with him?

Of course not.

Stop taking me for a fool, Brigitte.

(German) What a pleasure to see you,
Mrs. Winkelmann.

Günter.

It's been too long.

That's right.
I was thinking about you in Paris.

Oh là là.

My husband is in
the South African Embassy now.

How exotic.

-But how nice to be home, right?
-Yes.

Your favorite newspaper.

Thank you!

Hmm.

A small Salade Niçoise with an omelet?

Maybe you do still know me after all.

I'm going to wash my hands.

(Background piano continues)

(Fleeting, low-pitched tone)

(Clunky motor)

(Distant church bells)

(Dog barks)

Hello.

Hello.

My car is making strange noises.
I think it's going to break down.

I have to get back to West Berlin.

Ingrid Rauch recommended you.

I hope you can take a look at it.

I know it's a Sunday.

It's not ideal, but...

I was told
you were the only mechanic around.

I don't know my way around here.

Let me see what I can do.

So.

Actually...

(Energetic, orchestral music)

It's me who disabled the car
in the first place.

I had to, so I could speak to you alone.

We need your help
to get across the border.

Help?

You're asking me
to drive you over the border?

And my family.

My wife and two daughters.

We don't even know each other.

There is no one else we can ask.

Do you know how thorough
they are with their searches?

Dogs sniffing around.

Especially now
that this bomb blew up in West Berlin.

Where would you hide?

If I keep your van here for a few days
I can modify it. I know how.

And what happens to me if they catch us?

They won't.

I...

I wish I could help you.

But I don't have the nerves for this.

This is Tina.

My wife.

(Music stops)

I'm sorry.

(Faint, airy, melancholy tones)

Excuse me.

Could you do me a favor?

Get this to my brother.

Thomas Posimski. He lives at
Manteuffelstrasse 27 in Kreuzberg.

-Okay.
-Tell him to hold on to it for now.

Just in case.

Thank you.

Aquarium, Zoo, West Berlin, West Germany

(Ambient, aquatic soundtrack)

Nice haircut.

We'll do it.

What? Now, here?

I...

I thought about it. What you said.

Let's run away.

Wherever you want to go.

-With Max.
-What if I'm not his father?

Thomas Posimski lives in West Berlin now.

Just ask him.

Directly.

And then?

I can't get into East Germany alone.

And I couldn't get out of there
again either.

I need your help.

You want to work with us?

Yes. I'll join the BND.

But only until we find Max,
then we'll run away.

Okay.

(Door squeaks)

(Gasps)

Run.

(Sudden thudding sound effect)

Stop.

(Fast-paced, intense soundtrack)

Hey!

Stop!

(Pedestrians' voices)

(Fast-paced, intense soundtrack continues)

Watch out!

(Some panic)

(Soundtrack quiets down)

(Fast-paced, intense soundtrack restarts)

(Indistinct voices)

(Crashing sound, screams)

(Music fades out,
subway station atmosphere)

We've just decoded several Telex message

sent today between
the Libyan Diplomatic Residence

and what appears to be
Gaddafi's palace in Tripoli.

(English) -"We delivered the bucket..."
-"Bouquet."

"... bouquet of flowers.

We hope you'll like them
as much as we do."

Shit.

If the West gets their hands on these,
that's it.

They'll blame us
for giving sanctuary to the bombers.

And Kolibri.

Hartmann.

Let me take care of this.

By the way,

when will I get the status report
for Operation Microchip?

Um...

I'm very excited about it.

Very excited.

(Door closes)

(Faint, creeping tones)

Tariq?

(Low-pitched, pulsating drone)

(Faint, airy, atmospheric sounds)

(Dramatic music)

(English) -Jim. What's new on Kolibri?
-Nothing.

The female suspect in the photograph left
on a private flight bound for Tripoli.

We did find CCTV footage of her
crossing the border

shortly before the bombing
with another woman.

-What other woman?
-We're on that now.

Our guess is that she either works or
lives at the Libyan Diplomatic Residence.

-What are you waiting for?
-She might be a diplomat.

-We need to go through local authorities.
-Bring her in, lock her up.

Why?

I have a message for her from the
American people.

And let's just say,
I'm going to deliver it personally.

(Unnerving, ominous tones)

(Muffled screaming
and a door slamming shut)

-Hello.
-Hello.

Mr. Posimski?

Yes.

I was sent by your sister in Kleinmachnow.

-My sister?
-I was asked to give you this.

Oh, the cassette from Tina!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(Equipment beeping, faint buzzing)

(Subtle, melancholy chords)

(Door closes, dog barks quietly)

(Another door closes)

(Another door)

(Elevator starting)

(English) -How do you do?
-Very good, thank you.

Me too.

(Elevator arrives)

(Elevator mechanism)

You like?

We can go on the... dach.

Fidel Castro's favorite.

-You think this is funny.
-Excuse me?

I'm from Miami.
I'm Cuban-American, Herr Schweppenstette.

Oh.

Okay.

But, um... I mean...

have you ever had a Cuban cigar?

In contrary to the USA,

we in the Deutsche Demokratische Republik,
we... have the...

Freiheit?

-Freedom.
-Freedom. The freedom...

to smoke whatever we want.

And...

(German) no matter where it came from.

All right.

(Elevator stopping)

(Heartbeat-like rhythms,
suspenseful atmosphere)

What a day.

What do you think?
Was it the Libyans alone?

Or did they have help?

You know I can't tell you that.

(Snorts)

When we find out who did it,
we will retaliate with appropriate force.

Don't use one terrorist
to discredit the whole revolution.

You know what they say,
Herr Schweppenstette?

One man's revolutionary
is another man's terrorist.

Nobody says that.

Nonsense.

-A lot of names mentioned today.
-Aha.

Seems one of your boys is in pretty deep.

And?

Kolibri.

(Tense atmosphere builds)

Mr. Valdez.

In this envelope... is the proof

that it was the Libyans alone.

I can assure you
nobody from us was involved.

Nachtigal is in Lebanon.
Amsel in London.

And Kolibri?

Kolibri is dead.

Dead?

Are you sure?

As if I had done it by myself.

(Singular, icy piano notes)

(High-pitched ping)

Thanks for the cigar.

You're welcome,
Mr. Valdez.

(Doorbell rings)

(German) Welcome, Rose. Yes?

Yes.

I'm Ingrid.

-Hello.
-Hello.

And who are you?

Ingrid.

What a nice surprise.

After how many years?

You know I can't just call you
from my operational area.

I really wanted to tell you I was coming,
but it was a spontaneous decision.

It had to go fast.

-Please come in.
-Thank you.

Walter only told me about Rose.

Please.

It's not very luxurious, but...

But very comfortable.

Thank you.

And you?

Where will you sleep?

I thought...

You can't afford a hotel room?

To be honest, no.

But you're elegant, as always.

Even as a kid, my sister
would have rather starved to death

than do without fine clothes.

I won't stay long.

-Well, in that case.
-I promise.

Would you like some tea?

Gladly.

I'm very happy to see you.

This is for you.

Have you heard anything of Martin?

No.

(Quiet music)

Hello?

You look different.

(Snorts)

It's been three years.

I read your book.

(Light vocals)

When did it start?

When exactly?

She was already pregnant, Martin.

If that's what you're asking.

("Terra Titanic" by Peter Schilling)

(Doorbell rings)

(Vocal synth-pop music)

I'll do it.

("Terra Titanic" reaches vocal climax)

("Terra Titanic" echoes out)

(Eerie music begins)

Subtitles: Matthew Way