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Fielding Scott? -Yes.

We'd like you to come with us, sir.

Go back to Berlin.

You killed a British agent. -Haldane tried to kill me.

So that's Beethoven, huh?

He's working with the Russians on their space program.

He's developed this new guidance system for an intercontinental ballistic missile.

Fielding, thank god, you're here.

One city, four armies. -Well, that's its appeal.

We'll go straight to the American zone, the shortest distance.

Severine, I'm so sorry--

I've been waiting 14 months to do that.

There's Stasi out there every day now.

...the Beethoven move today. No team.

Just you and me. Everything's organized.

WEST BERLIN, BRITISH SECURITY HEADQUARTERS MAY 26, 1961

Are you fucking insane?

What were you thinking of?

Good morning.

What were you playing at, you and Severine Bloch?

You can't just go exfiltrate an asset like that.

What about the Americans?

One hour earlier...

You need a whole team!

Not just a couple of idiots.

Madame Bloch and I were capable of running the project.

You'll answer for this in London.

I'm washing my hands of it. I blame you, Scott...

not Severine Bloch.

Yes, I blame myself.

What about the gyroscope?

Gone.

Of course.

I'll answer to London.

I'll take full responsibility for this.

Madame Bloch had no part in this decision. It was all me.

Still just for the record...

She was the only one who knew about it.

Apart from yourself, of course.

SPY CITY*

LONDON

Look how they're broadcasting this.

RENOWNED SCIENTIST COMMITS SUICIDE

"Full celebration, every stop pulled out. What a triumph."

They get to keep his invention and we don't know what it's going to do to us.

Was it the Soviets?

The Soviets, with Stasi help, no doubt.

But they wanted us to see everything.

They let us in. They let us leave. It was a warning.

A warning to every other German scientist.

You try and run to the West

and we'll kill you...

and your family.

But

how do you think they knew we were going to spring him

on that very day? Only you knew. And the French woman.

He was being closely followed by the Stasi.

Someone must have told them about our interest in Beethoven. They must have.

They were such a sweet family.

It's a war, Scott.

It may be "cold," but it's still a war.

And in a war, there are casualties, inevitably.

I should have told you this.

It was very peculiar, you know.

Beethoven and I were almost picked up by the Stasi.

I was being followed.

The VoPos stopped me. It was all closing in,

so I had to move independently.

I think I should go back to Berlin.

Find out who betrayed us and who's responsible

for Beethoven's death. -You're too high risk, Scott.

First Haldane, now Beethoven...

Berlin's a snake pit. Highly complicated.

We don't need your extra complications.

Doesn't high risk pay off in this instance?

If you give me the authority I need,

the money, the tools, then I...

No sorry, but-- -I'm not so sure, Ian.

I think Scott has a point.

Someone must have betrayed him.

Send him back to Berlin.

Just make sure

your feelings don't cloud your judgment.

Oh, I never do, sir.

But please, you must let me do this my own way.

Fine. Do it your own way.

Find out who this traitor is.

And then, just make sure you that you kill him.

Or her.

I would definitely take a very close look at that French woman.

WEST BERLIN

Thanks.

WEST BERLIN MI6 SAFE HOUSE

CANADA PASSPORT*

FIFTY GERMAN MARKS

They've gone. Or been taken.

How do you know? -You said they were ready.

I'm looking for a man... -They've gone.

...a German. -How do you know?

His name is Klaus Fiesler.

And I need your help to try and find him.

And I need your help to try and find him.

They've gone.

How do you know?

I still have that picture in my head, you know.

The three of them...

What did we do wrong?

I mean, what happened?

Beethoven and I were jumped by the Stasi in the forest.

So that's why you wanted to move so fast.

Not fast enough.

Just one of those disasters.

It happens in our business.

I found this Fiesler character you were looking for.

You found him? -Well, no.

A file.

Some Russian was interrogated. The name Fiesler came up.

Russian? Impossible.

It can't be the same man. -How are you so sure?

Must be another Fiesler.

There's no Russian connection.

There is a Paris connection. That's the key one.

What Fiesler did in Paris in 1944...

There is no Russian connection.

I'll carry on looking then.

So who's this guy Dalar?

Dahar. He's a Beirut contact.

WEST BERLIN CIA HEADQUARTERS

Set up a meeting for him and Fielding Scott. -May I ask why?

We might reap benefits, who knows.

What if Scott refuses? -He won't.

What makes you so sure?

Because it's all to do with Simon Haldane. Tell him that.

Okay, I'll call him, but I can't promise anything.

I've every confidence in you, Conrad.

Old comrades in arms and all that. Just make it happen.

Does this have to do with a photograph?

Let's just arrange the meeting and wait and see, shall we?

What should I make of this? -What?

You know perfectly well what it is.

You're to stay on here in Berlin for some damn-fool reason. Why?

After the Beethoven fiasco? It was a total, shameful disaster.

Why isn't London having your guts for garters?

London obviously doesn't hold me responsible. -Horseshit.

You went for Beethoven too early. On your own. -Not early enough.

But Beethoven had already been sold. Nothing I could do.

What's going on, Scott?

What's really happening?

Nothing.

London obviously thinks I'll be of some use in Berlin.

It says: "Mr. Scott is to be afforded every support the Berlin section can supply."

There is no funding ceiling.

I call that fucking carte blanche, Scott. Even I don't have that.

Seems to me there's some other agenda going on here.

Surprising.

I was suspicious when they sent you back from London.

So I made a few calls back to London.

My information didn't tally...

if you know what I mean.

After you killed Simon Haldane,

you were kicked out.

You were meant to go on trial for murder...

or so I heard.

So how come you're back?

How come you suddenly have all this...

power and influence?

No one really leaves the service. You know that.

What hole have you crawled out of, Scott?

What's really going?

I think you'll find that the telex is from "C."

It is official.

It comes from very... high up.

You're a liar.

I find that very offensive, sir.

HOTEL KAISER*

Hello. -Hello.

Sorry, just bringing back these files.

The new airline schedules.

I better be off.

See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

EAST BERLIN

ULRIKE FARBER COPS AND ROBBERS

Of course I can do it, though I don't particularly want to.

Okay, then, go for it.

Our understanding of society doesn't usually include

a so-called "underworld."

And I found that idea intriguing.

I wanted to identify these people

and portray them side by side

with our public officials.

It's then up to the viewer

to decide who's who.

Us cattle slurp up water

While the shepherd drinks the wine

They won't let us plant anything

Nip our seeds in the bud

Like back then in the trenches

Always shoot the little guys

And I thought the time had come

For it to be over and done

I heard it on the radio

The whole town stood still...

Fräulein Farber.

Do you speak English?

Yes. -Oh, good.

Could we meet tomorrow morning?

Your exhibition was wonderful.

And it breaks my heart

But my voice is intact

I hit with my words

Their bats have no impact

And you're crying bitter tears

When my eyes are black and blue

But I won't keep my mouth shut

No matter how much I get hit

But I won't keep my mouth shut

No matter how much I get hit

Yeah, you tell 'em! -That's right!

This is what we need!

Bravo!

Encore!

HOTEL KAISER*

My boss stayed here two nights ago and forgot his glasses.

Has anyone found them, by chance?

What was his name?

Fielding Scott.

We didn't have any guests under that name those nights. Sorry.

He's English. A handsome man, dark hair.

Would you like one?

Well, there was an English gentleman here two days ago, but his name wasn't Mr. Scott.

Of course... right. He might have used another name.

To be discreet. -I understand.

We never know when to expect the two of them.

"Them." -It's always pretty last minute.

EAST BERLIN

So it's not to take your photo? -No.

I was really impressed with your exhibition.

Do you know the people in your photos?

Of course. Very well. It took me two years to make this book.

Could you introduce me to some of them?

Why would I want to do that? -Why does anyone do anything?

I know people with galleries, exhibitions, connections.

I could introduce you.

Why would I want to leave?

I like it here.

It's my home.

Three million of your compatriots have.

Isn't that causing all this tension?

I don't know how much longer the Russians are going to watch this happen.

I'm staying.

A lot of people like it here, you know.

It's better than it was.

Think about it. -I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Who exactly are you, Mr. Scott?

I'm just a British diplomat.

A diplomat seconded here to Berlin.

A "diplomat"...

Well... Mr. British Diplomat.

I may not want to change my address,

but I'm always interested in making some money.

Take a look at this.

Thank you.

Who is this?

It's an ex-SS officer.

Living here in the British sector...

under an assumed name, I imagine.

I thought maybe some of you and your...

odd friends could help me find him.

I could try.

I also know a few old soldiers.

Think of this as a down payment.

It should cover all expenses, etcetera.

This is very generous.

I'm very generous to people that help me.

Then I think perhaps I'm going to enjoy

working with you.

I was on assignment in Cyprus in 1955.

An assignment?

Were you a war photographer before this? -Yes.

I was a bit too close to an EOKA bomb. -Jesus Christ.

It could have been worse.

I could have died.

Well, I'm glad you're not.

Hello, yes, I'd like a flight for Hamburg tomorrow, please.

Yes.

And a hotel room, yes, please.

Just one night.

That's Fielding, Scott. S-C...

O...

T-T, yes.

Thank you.

WEST BERLIN LESSING BRIDGE

Mr. Scott, a pleasure to meet you.

I'm Ahmed Dahar.

My American friend said I should meet you.

I am working in Beirut as an independent operator.

I've never been there. -But you have friends who have.

Have I? -Yes. One friend in particular.

Simon Haldane.

Sorry, but what does that have to do with me?

It could be dangerous for you.

Dangerous, in what way?

Something to do with Simon Haldane.

And the photograph.

I don't know about a photograph, and Haldane is dead.

Maybe you don't realize how connected to Simon Haldane you are.

So Haldane was keeping some sort of secret,

and it's got something to do with this photograph.

Thank you for your information.

Just practicing German. -So that's what you call it?

Two scotch, please.

So Beethoven...

My god, what a fucking grade-A disaster.

I know he was an old friend of yours.

But how did they know?

Somebody told them.

But who? I mean, we all knew about it.

Someone's on fire today, aren't they?

Yes, we all knew about it: French, British, Americans.

You went there early, didn't you?

I mean, did anyone see you go early? -Doesn't matter.

They were followed constantly. The Stasi wanted them.

Jesus Christ, why did the Stasi know?

I don't fucking know.

It's why I'm here.

It's the only reason I was allowed back, actually.

Find the traitor.

You know I was kicked out of MI6.

Because you killed Simon Haldane. -Yes, I killed Simon Haldane.

I murdered a British operative. That's what I fancied doing.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

So how did the meeting go? -With Dahar?

I'm not sure, really.

A bit like a warning of sorts.

Funnily enough...

I think it was connected in some way to Simon Haldane.

I'm interested in Haldane. -Are you? Why?

Rather, Torrance Dunn's interested.

He's looking for some missing information.

CIA information.

What exactly did you give Haldane? -I don't know.

Could it have been a photograph?

Could have been.

Dahar mentioned a photograph.

I'm convinced there's a link between Beethoven and Simon Haldane.

Well, Dunn's been looking for a missing photo.

He won't tell me what it is.

I don't even think he knows.

But he wants me to find it.

Real bad.

It's top secret. -So that's why you're in Berlin.

Yeah, we all have our missions.

What happened to the envelope? -I don't know.

I had to flee. Everything was left behind.

Too bad.

WEST BERLIN BRITISH SECURITY HEADQUARTERS

Mass exodus through the Iron Curtain.

Everyday, thousands of people line up in West Berlin

after risking their lives to escape the hopeless situation

in red-dominated eastern Germany...

Only the best and brightest are coming over.

Christ, that's a lot of people.

After their fingerprints have been taken...

The GDR won't put up with this much longer, will they?

...they wait for the next steps of processing.

As the number of new arrivals increases every day,

living space is harder to come by:

Young and old live cramped together until...

You alright? -Yes, thank you.

Daily hygiene is now even more essential

to retain basic living standards...

Elisa...

Yes. -You can always talk to me

if anything's on your mind.

Yes, thank you, sir.

EAST BERLIN

Ulrike Farber.

Mr. Gustl is in the clubroom.

Down the hall, to the left.

Thank you.

Mr. Gustl?

Henni Voss is a friend of mine.

That's the only reason I'm meeting you.

He's your uncle? -Yes.

Uncle Henni, my favorite uncle.

Tell me your name again, please.

Ulrike Farber.

I'm looking for someone.

Uncle Henni said your club, your organization,

would be my best option.

This man here, his name is Klaus Fiesler.

He was in the SS, I believe.

He's living in Berlin.

Perhaps one of your colleagues...

your "comrades" would know

how I might reach him.

May I ask why?

To be clear: I don't know him.

I've never seen him here.

It has to do with an inheritance.

So there's money at stake.

And we would of course pay a finder's fee.

There's a lot of money involved.

I see.

Can I keep this photograph?

I could ask around.

Of course.

TELEGRAM MR. FIELDING SCOTT*

Thank you.

Is that for me? -Yes, it is.

We've found Fiesler. Here's the address.

TRAVEL AGENCY*

Mr. Landau! Just a second.

I'm late.

I'm sorry.

You can speak English with me, sir.

What time do you open in the morning?

We open at nine o'clock, precisely.

Thank you. I'll see you then.

See you tomorrow.

Madame Bloch.

You're looking quite lovely.

I love it when you come out of the shower.

Oh, yes?

Very nice.

Shouldn't you take your clothes off? -Maybe.

It's more fun that way. -I know.

But before you get too naughty, I've got something to tell you.

Go on.

I found him.

Where is he?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Did you get the photograph?

Yes.

And then I heard shots.

Or so I thought.

You didn't say this was going to happen.

Because I didn't think it was going to.

Why did she kill him?

She said Fiesler tortured

and killed her husband in Paris in 1944.

No... he didn't.

Excuse me? -He didn't.

What? Why not? -Because Klaus Fiesler was captured

by the Russians near Kiev in 1943.

He was repatriated in a prisoner exchange in 1952.

So he couldn't have been in Paris in 1944, could he?

He was in Russia for nearly ten years?

Who told you this? -His old SS buddy, Fabian Salus.

Fuck.

Conrad?

Yes. Fielding Scott.

I've got a bit of a problem.

Sanitation.

No team.

It's...

What's the address? -Bertrandstrasse.

Bertrandstrasse. -21.

21. -Charlottenburg.

Charlottenburg.

Yes, I'll wait.

Thank you.

You should go.

And I want to meet this Fabian... -Salus.

Yes, the friend.

I'll set it up.

Bring some money.

Yes.

By the way, there's a dog in the kitchen. -Shit.

Do you want a dog? -No, thanks. The dog is your problem.

I do appreciate this.

Bit of an emergency.

What happened to your sanitation department?

I heard they were excellent.

Can we keep this between ourselves? Can you do that?

Yes, I guess so.

Who was he?

An ex-SS officer.

Your case? -Not exactly.

But I think it's connected to Beethoven.

Beethoven? Are you serious?

How? -I'll tell you when I have the information.

Alright. Well, I'd better get going.

Do you want a dog?

Actually...

I've always wanted a dog.

Hey, little fella.

What's your name, buddy?

You're coming with me. How's that?

Yes. Come on.

Come on. There you go. Here.

I owe you. -Yeah.

You sure do.

H&V MOVERS WE MOVE BERLIN

EAST BERLIN

Fielding Scott. -The gentlemen are waiting for you.

In the club room, to the left. -Thank you.

You alright? -Not my favorite place on Earth.

I can't imagine why not.

Manfred Gustl.

Fielding Scott. -Hello.

This is Fabian Salus.

Thanks for meeting me.

Do you speak English?

I can try a little,

but he's an English speaker.

So you knew Klaus Fiesler during the war?

Yes.

We were in the same regiment.

Before he was caught.

So he never served in Paris?

No.

Gustl here spent some time in Paris.

But not us poor bastards in Russia.

So what can you tell me about Fiesler?

Of course.

Your time is precious.

Information doesn't come for free.

Thank you.

You have to remember Fiesler Klaus was in Russia for ten years.

Seven of them after the war ended.

A lot can happen to a man during that length of time.

When I met him again he was not the same Klaus that I knew.

Yes, but...

we were all not the same as before.

Of course.

Klaus was very secretive.

He had no money, but he set up his business.

The travel agency: Landau Reise. I've been there.

He specialized in refugees from the East.

Do you think he was turned or...

re-orientated?

I don't know.

Well, I'm very grateful.

Who's this Englishman, Fabian?

What's he doing here?

Have you got any news about Klaus?

No, he's disappeared.

Maybe he's gone back to the East. -A comrade...

You won't find a better one...

We have to go. We have another appointment. But thanks a lot.

Thank you very much.

He marched by my side

Every step of the way

What did you do in the war, Mr. Scott?

I was a soldier.

A commander.

And do you still see your commander friends?

No.

But all these old soldiers still keep in touch.

Wehrmacht, Nazis...

SS.

We tend to forget: It's only 16 years since the war ended.

They led us to Fiesler.

Helping people in the East.

Interesting. -Yes.

It's interesting to know

where people go.

You run away from the East.

You find a new home in the West.

But you always still have family back in the GDR.

A brother, auntie...

Your parents, grandparents...

So...

it's useful for the state

to know where people end up.

It's an easy pressure, isn't it?

Family...

And you think that's what Fiesler was doing?

Working for the GDR? -The GDR and the Soviets, yes.

So why did that woman kill him

if he was never in Paris?

I don't know.

I intend to ask her.

Thank you.

You know, it's...

It's always appreciated.

I'm sure I'll be calling on you again.

Your lovely money is always very welcome.

Taxi service included.

WEST BERLIN

Fiesler has disappeared.

I don't know anything about that.

Any news on Udo Hoff? That's all I'm interested in.

We're still looking for Hoff.

I think I saw him.

Where? -Doesn't matter.

But now I know he's in the East. I need information.

I don't think I can help you.

Then I can't help you.

Madame Bloch, please. -I know he's in the East.

Find him. And then tell me.

Can you find out anything about Fiesler?

Bring me Udo Hoff, first.

I like it here.

Very peaceful.

Well, we're definitely alone.

All the better to speak to me, I suppose.

I want to show you a photograph.

So you were watching me?

Yes.

You and Klaus Fiesler. About two minutes before you killed him.

He won't be missed. I can promise you that.

What the man that killed your husband?

Have you got a cigarette?

Klaus Fiesler was never in Paris.

I know.

So he didn't kill your husband?

No.

That was a man called Udo Hoff.

I'm still looking for him. -Udo Hoff?

So why kill Klaus Fiesler? -Because...

Because he was going to make life very difficult for me.

So you used me to find Klaus Fiesler. -And you were spying on me.

I think you better tell me what's going on, Severine.

Fiesler was a part-timer, working for the KGB.

They infiltrated him in 1952,

when he came back from prison in Russia.

I thought he could be useful.

He was ex-SS. -How did you get on to him?

It was a Russian asset we were developing.

He told me about this man, Klaus Fiesler.

And what was this Russian called?

It's not important. We couldn't develop him. -I would like to know his name.

He was called...

Lubkov.

Lubkov.

Lubkov introduced me to Fiesler.

He said he could help me.

But in fact, he had other plans.

He wanted information from me in return. -What kind of information?

What do you think? Secret information. -Did you give him any?

No.

But he became insistent. Very insistent.

He began making threats.

So it was better that...

that he was gone. Erased.

But I didn't know where he was hiding, didn't know his name,

his nom de plume. So...

I had to ask you.

Did you give Klaus Fiesler any information on Beethoven?

Beethoven?

Me?

Are you crazy?

Do you think I'm crazy? -No, not crazy. But possibly obsessed.

Obsessed and determined to find this Udo Hoff.

I don't betray my country. -Beethoven was a German scientist.

We're allies, no? We work together.

We're on the same side. I don't know if you heard that.

I admit I made a mistake with Fiesler.

He thought he could control me.

I let myself get too close to him.

I made the mistake. So I got rid of the mistake.

Actually, I got rid of the mistake.

It wouldn't have mattered.

Fiesler had many enemies.

Somebody was going to kill him one day.

I'm sorry, Fielding.

I was too...

you're right.

"Obsessed" is the right word.

I wasn't thinking. And...

I should have told you. -I could have done everything for you.

You shouldn't have gotten involved with Fiesler. It's a huge risk.

You should have told me you were having me followed.

So...

What are we going to do? -We'll have to carry on.

We're going to find out who betrayed Beethoven.

Now you know I killed Fiesler.

You have evidence. Witnesses.

Why did you just take off your scarf?

I was too warm. Why?

Nothing.

Like you said...

Fiesler won't be missed.

But like somebody else once said...

"Knowledge is power."

Why would I want power over you? -Maybe you might find it useful.

I don't want power.

I want you.

Just you.

Good.

The feeling's mutual.

FRENCH REPUBLIC RIVAL, JEAN-CLAUDE