All language subtitles for S01E03 WEB.eng(1)

There's a war, Scott.

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

I think I should
go back to Berlin.

Do it your own way.
Find out who this traitor is.

Just make sure that
you kill him or her.

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

My American friend
said I should meet you.

Something to do with Simon
Haldane and a photograph.

Dunn's been looking for a
photo that has been missing.

He wants me to
find it. Real bad.

So, that's why you're in Berlin.

His name is Klaus Fiesler.

He's an ex-SS officer.

I thought maybe some of you and
your odd friends could help me find him.

I'm always interested
in making some money.

I found him.

Where is he?

So you used me
to find Klaus Fiesler.

Now, you know I killed Fiesler.

What are we going to do?

"Knowledge is power."

I don't want power.

I want you.

Why are we meeting
here in the day?

What's happening?

Aren't you making a terrible
mistake not bringing a gun?

You would have done the
same. It's just procedure.

You might have tried to kill me
when you found out about Fiesler.

I doubt it.

It's called a safety
net. That's all.

I needed some insurance.

I had made a
mistake. A bad mistake.

I wasn't sure how you'd react.

What exactly did you tell
your little Soviet friend, Lubkov?

I had nothing to do
with Beethoven's death.

I think you better
tell me everything.

Everything.

May I smoke a cigarette?

I went to the Soviets,

to Lubkov,

because I was trying to find
the man who killed my husband.

This man, Udo Hoff.

That was my mistake.

They asked me questions.

What was happening
with the refugees?

What were the
stakes here in Berlin?

Big questions, general
questions, strategic questions...

Would we go to war over
Berlin, that sort of thing.

Then they put Fiesler on me, and the
questions became more challenging.

They wanted documents,
details of operations.

I knew I had made
a trap for myself.

Questions about Beethoven?

No.

Never. I made stuff up.

But I knew I had no time.

That's why I asked you
to find Fiesler for me.

I had to silence him.

I was only looking for Udo Hoff.

That's all I was thinking of.

My information was
that he was in the East.

I swear, Fielding.

I swear to you. On my dead,
tortured husband, I swear to you.

Tell me everything
you know about Lubkov.

Then you can go.

Ever heard of knocking?

What's wrong?

Is there a problem?

There is a problem.

But it's your problem, not mine.

Does anyone else know?

Not yet.

I know everything.

The receptionist at Hotel
Kaiser has been most helpful.

I know how many nights you
spent there with Madame Bloch.

I don't like to do
this, Mr. Scott.

But my life is not good.
It's very complicated.

I want to change it.

It's a very simple transaction.
You can buy my silence.

You're about to make
your life very, very difficult.

What do you want? Money?

No, I...

I want to leave Berlin
and go to England.

I want you to find me a
place at London University.

I don't need to go to
Oxford or Cambridge.No.

And, yes, I need a bit of money.

Thought as much.

You're insane.

I have qualifications.
I speak good English.

Do you?

Get me a scholarship,
or an exchange.

However, you do it, I don't
care. This is my price for silence.

You have no idea what
you're doing, do you?

I hope you're aware you're
about to fuck up your entire life.

Oh, no, I don't
think so, Mr. Scott.

You see, I also
know that Mr. Petrie

would love to hear about this relationship
you're having with Madame Bloch.

I know about the problems
between you. I heard his fit of anger.

I want $1,000 in cash, in my
desk drawer tomorrow morning.

If the money isn't there,
then I will go to Mr. Petrie.

You then have one month to
organize my place at London University.

I wish to study
economics, by the way.

And please,
Mr. Scott, I'm not a fool.

I've written down
this information,

dates, times, witnesses,
and given it to a lawyer.

In case

something happens to
me. If I suddenly lose my job,

or if somebody tries to
frighten me, if I disappear,

this lawyer will give the
information to Mr. Petrie.

I will continue working for you.

You can see Madame
Bloch. I don't care that you do.

How very kind of you.

You want to be happy,
Mr. Scott. I want to be happy.

Get the fuck out of my office.

One thousand dollars in cash.

Get out.

Tomorrow morning.Now.

You stupid fucking fool.

His name is Vasily Lubkov.

Who is he?

A senior official for the East German
Trade Commission, so they say.

KGB.

He's a colonel, in reality.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to follow him.

He goes to the West on
Tuesdays and Wednesdays

to attend the government's
plenary sessions. Pick him up there.

What's so interesting about him?

I think he has got the answer
to the Beethoven deaths.

He goes to the West and
meets people like Fiesler.

Amongst others.

I'm sure one of
them is our source.

Alright.

I'll see what I can
do. How's the dog?

He's gone to a good home.

Good morning, Mr. Scott.

Thank you. I have it.

We understand each other?

Can I bring you some coffee?

Fuck me.

What the hell is he doing
meeting with him? God knows.

I checked though. Lubkov's
a fully accredited official

at the Russian Trade Mission to
the GDR. An executive manager.

All above board. He's KGB.

How do you know?
I have a source.

Yes, but he's been in
Berlin for 18 months.

Seems legit. What,
meeting Dunn in the cinema?

That's not bloody legit.
Maybe Dunn turned him.

No, we'd know about it.
You'd certainly know about it.

Yes.

You can keep the photograph.

I have copies.

So tell me,

what were you doing in Hamburg?

Anything interesting? How
did you know I was in Hamburg?

Dunn told me. How did he know?

I don't know. He just said so.

Asked me if I knew what
you were doing there.

Why would Dunn want
to know where I was?

Good question.

Does he know that
we meet unofficially?

No!

You kidding me? You know
what Dunn's like with his paranoia.

And then there's my paranoia.

How the hell did Dunn
know that I was in Hamburg?

Is it a problem?

Maybe, or maybe it's the
answer to an ongoing problem.

Thanks for this. Yeah, well,

It's good to know
we're on the same side.

I'm sure you'll find
a way to repay me.

Maybe Dunn was looking
for his missing photograph.

Maybe he thinks
Lubkov can help him.

Yes, it's a possibility.

Delicious!

Want to stay for
dinner? No, thank you.

I got a friend
coming. I better go.

I'll keep you informed
about this Lubkov fellow.

Cheerio!

Yeah.

Fuck.

How's life?

It's rather boring, actually.

You don't seem like a man
who would like a boring life.

I love boring. I
long for boring.

Can I trust this man?

He's a cop.

Can you trust a cop?

Well, I know him.

He helped me with the VoPos.

Why do you want to meet him?

I've got a couple
questions I want to ask him.

Thought it'd be more
efficient coming from you.

Fielding Scott from the
British Embassy. We've met.

Pleased to meet you again. Any
friend of Ulrike is a friend of mine.

So,

what brings you back
to Berlin, Mr. Scott?

Just got some unfinished
business, really.

Of course, I remember the Haldane murder.
I'd just joined the force in Berlin.

I was in Cologne before.

I see.

I was a good friend
of Simon Haldane's.

His wife asked me to come out here
and see if there was anything I could find.

Was it a robbery?

Was anything stolen?

Wallet? Passport?

I don't think so.

To be honest, Mr. Scott,

what was really surprising
about the Haldane case was

that it was shut down.

Closed fast. I think

within 48 hours. There's nothing

suspicious? No evidence?

Well, except he was killed.

His neck was broken.

There were bruises
all over his body

and the waiter was
killed, of course.

The innocent bystander.

It's one of those Berlin
crimes, you know.

Nobody talks about it.

What is the English
expression? It was...

"Swept under the carpet."

A very long way.
Yeah, we're good at that.

He asked me about the
Simon Haldane killing.

Interesting. What about it?

He said Haldane's wife had
asked him to investigate...

Simon Haldane wasn't married.

What was he looking for?

There's no smoking
in here. Put that out.

Sorry.

What was he looking for?

I think it was a motive.

He wanted to see if we had
an idea why Haldane was killed.

If we were suspicious
of something, I suppose.

No. He was looking
for something else.

Did he mention a photograph?

No, there was no
discussion of a photograph.

Mr...

Mr. Dunn, can I make a
request? An official request?

Thanks.

I want to resign
from the police.

I think I can be more
use to you... No, wrong.

You can be more useful to
us and the BND on the force.

We like having our
man on the inside.

Request denied.

Just let me know if Scott
approaches you again.

Of course. Whatever
you say.Linda.

Linda, I'm not
finding these reports.

Yeah, well...

Well, when you put
them in the right file,

I will find them
in the right file.

Hello?

Where are you?

I'm through here.

What is this place?

It's my new flat.

They call it minimalist.

So...

You've forgiven me?

Have you forgiven me?

Do you trust me again?

Can anyone trust anyone?

I think we need a fresh start.

I won't meet you
again outside the office.

If you want to speak to me, you
can speak to me when we are at work.

Why? Because you
might be tempted to kill me.

It's over, Elisa.

You can go and tell Petrie everything.
It won't make a difference now.

I'm warning you, Mr. Scott.
I'm not joking. Neither am I.

Things have changed.

Got more important things on
their mind. You see, I'm a target now.

I'm being followed.

You could tell him I
was a mass murderer,

it wouldn't make a
bloody bit of difference.

You have less than one month. I
wish to start in the autumn term.

I wish to move to
London in August.

London in the autumn.

It's beautiful.

It's a dream.

I'm going to Petrie
now. Sit down, Elisa.

I'm going to give
you another chance.

I can make London a reality. But I
need you to do something for me.

What?

I need you to go to the East,

meet someone.

It's not dangerous.

If I do this, if I go meet
someone, I will then go to London?

Yes.

Yes, I guarantee you a place
at a London university. I promise.

I then have another request.

You have to help my boyfriend.

We will want to go
to London together.

Yes, doesn't sound unreasonable.

So what do I have to do exactly?

I need you to go to a
bar and meet this man.

Hello. I'm Fielding
Scott. Thanks for coming.

Please, Ulrike,
don't call me this.

A burglar, it's insulting.

I apologize, what do
you like to be called?

An interventionist?

A "Turoffner."

"A door opener."

Well, I need some
doors opened, so...

I am beginning to feel
like an employment agency.

This is me!

No? Yes, very good.

It's a very guarded community.

I'm invisible. That helps.

It's on the second floor.
Second, third, fourth, fifth...

It's no problem for me. I
don't use stairways or doors.

Yet you call yourself
a "door opener."

So that's all you want
me to do? Yes, that's it.

That's easy. Any friend of
Ulrike is a friend of Thorwald.

Coffee or whiskey?

Word to the wise, he's not
in the happiest of moods.

It's about to get much worse.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

I think Lubkov's the key.

I think It'll unlock everything.
Care to enlighten me?

Well, I think he's the link between
certain people here in the West.

Who? I'll tell you
when I have him.

You say he's a KGB colonel.

Do you know what
the effect will be?

That's the whole
point, isn't it?

You ever heard of
Pandora's Box? Yes.

Sometimes you need a catalyst.

Sometimes you need to

stir things up to gain clarity.

Well, that's putting it mildly.

I would instantly say "no,"
but I realize that's pointless.

I will, however, tell London that
I didn't authorize this operation

in no uncertain terms.

All the shit that you generate
is going to land on your desk.

I trust you've no
objections. Absolutely none.

May I know when this, um,
event is going to take place?

Soon.

Soon.

Thank you.

Mr. Scott.

I don't believe we've met.

You know who I am?

Sure.

My name is Victor
Kovrin. How do you do?

Fine.

How are you finding
your Berlin posting?

Rather boring, to
tell you the truth.

How are you finding
your Berlin posting?

Frustrating. Very frustrating.

Maybe I should retire.

But we'd miss you.

That's a good one. Hmm.

There's always
boredom, I suppose.

Boredom and frustration.

The important thing is not
to increase the frustration.

Well, surely that's something
you can help with, no?

I think

it's the other way around.

You know, here in
Berlin, provocation

is the mother of frustration.

And frustration is the
father of confrontation.

Take, for example, the
scientist Manfred Ziegler.

This is what happens
if you keep luring

our best and
brightest into the West.

Human tragedy.

I've enjoyed our
conversation, Mr. Scott.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

to your health.

Tonight.

No, no, no.

Come to my house

and do this to me.

How is he?

Well, barring the usual "I
demand to see" request,

he's pretty docile, actually.

Doesn't make any trouble.

Alright, let him stew
for another 24 hours.

How you boys keeping?
The hours not too bad?

No problem at all, sir.
We're enjoying the bonuses.

All right. See you tomorrow.

Oh, bang on the
door from time to time.

Turn on the lights on and off,
you know. Keep him awake.

Don't spend all your
bonuses at once.

Understood, sir.

I would like to talk about the
deaths of the scientist Manfred Ziegler

and his family. I want
to talk to an official.

I'm the only official here.
So you have talk to me.

I officially protest
against my illegal capture.

Protest officially acknowledged.

Now, can we talk about the death

of the scientist Manfred
Ziegler and his family.

I don't know anything
about this man.

You're a colonel for the KGB.

Of course you do.

I am a Moscow liaison manager
for the Trade Commission...

Do we really have
to play these games?

You are wasting your
time, whoever you are.

You did meet this man

in West Berlin.

It was a misconception.

I thought it was about...

import-export regulation between
the GDR and the common market...

And you always have your meetings
in the cinema in the afternoon, do you?

It was not my idea.

I just go to the address.

Do you know a man
called Fiesler? No.

Do you know a woman
called Severine Bloch?

I don't know Madame Bloch. No.

Did you ever meet Fiesler in
the company of Madame Bloch?

No. I don't know these people.

How do you know
she's "Madame" Bloch?

I assume that all women
of her age are married.

How old is she? Seeing
as you've never met her...

I have never met these people.

That will be all for today.

Scott.

I want to thank you, Mr. Lubkov.

You've been very, very helpful.

I have? Yes.

How? Well, it's not
what you've said

so much as what you
haven't said, really.

It really confirmed
an awful lot for me.

I don't know what
you are talking about.

And as a token
of my appreciation

I'm going to let you go. What?

You're going to let me go? Yes.

I'm going to have you
taken back to East Berlin.

Why would you do that?

Because I'm very
grateful for all your help.

If you take me back to the East.

I will get killed.

For sure. Not my problem.

And I don't need you
here in the West anymore.

In fact, you've become
something of an encumbrance.

Then I apply for
political asylum.

No, no, no, no. That's
not gonna happen.

Anyway, Kovrin will be
wondering where you are.

He'll want to talk to you.

You could have a
little chat with him

and explain this fascinating
little conversation of ours.

But one thing is
very different...

Vasily...

I'm now your only friend.

If you ever feel in danger...

memorize this number,

call it and say, you
"feel rather unwell."

I will get you out of Berlin
in 24 hours. I promise.

You know that the
phone lines are cut.

I'm sure a man of your stature

with your level of intelligence

can make a phone call.

That's all I have to do?

Just call this number?
How will you do it?

Leave that with me.

The less you know, the better.

Scott.

Thank you

for everything.

I want to go back
to the West. Get out.