All language subtitles for Deutschland.86.S02E07.El.Dorado.Canyon.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-AJP69

Kleinmachnow, East Germany

(German) Have some apple.

From Uncle Thomas?

You can both eat
as much as you want.

Wait.

Are you getting divorced?

What? No, of course not.

I'm happy we're all together.

Shall we play a game?

Hide and seek?

Yes!

You need to hide really well.
As if your lives depended on it!

Weirdos.

(Distant barking)

You're it, Papa!

FATHER: I'm starting!

Fifteen,

fourteen,

thirteen,

twelve,

eleven,

ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four...

What time do we leave?

Before sunrise.

...three,

two,

one.

Coming, ready or not!

Gotcha!

Can I watch TV?
Love Boat is about to start.

You don't need to watch that junk.

Mama.

Come now.

Let's find your sister.

Over here.

Sandra?

(Sighs)

Where else could she be?

No idea.

Sandra?

♪♪

SISTER: Sandra?

MOTHER: Sandra?

FATHER: Sandra?

MOTHER: Sandra?

FATHER:
Sandra, it's not funny anymore!

Sandra, not funny!

(Dog whimpering)

Oh, Sandra.

I win!

Come out.

(Fast, heavy breathing)

Are you sad because I won?

(Uh-uh)

No. I'm proud.

You hid so well.

(Loving groan)

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

♪ Earth below us ♪

♪ Drifting, falling ♪

♪ Floating weightless ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

(Phone ringing)

East Berlin, East Germany

Valdez.

Get dressed and meet me in the office.
Now!

Yes, sir.

What's wrong?
Where are you going?

I'll be back before breakfast.

♪♪

RONALD REAGAN:
At 7:00 this evening Eastern time,

air and navel forces of the United States

launched a series of strikes against HQs,
terrorist facilities and military assets

that support Muammar al-Gaddafi's
subversive activities.

U.S. Mission to East Germany, East Berlin

On April 5th in West Berlin,

a terrorist bomb exploded in a nightclub
frequented by American servicemen.

Sergeant Kenneth Ford
and a young Turkish woman were killed

and 230 others were wounded,

among them some 50
American military personnel.

The evidence is now conclusive

that the terrorist bombing was
planned and executed

under the direct orders of
the Libyan regime.

East German Foreign Intelligence Service
HQ, East Berlin, East Germany

Orders were sent from Tripoli to the
Libyan People's Bureau in East Berlin

to conduct a terrorist attack
against Americans...

to cause maximum
and indiscriminate casualties.

Reagan got that
from the telex I showed you.

...on April 4. the People's Bureau
alerted Tripoli

that the attack would be carried out
the following morning.

The next day, they reported back to
Tripoli on the success of their mission.

Our evidence is direct,
it is precise, it is irrefutable.

To our friends and allies in Europe
who cooperated in today's mission,

I would only say

you have the permanent gratitude
of the American people.

It must be the core of Western policy
that there be no sanctuary for terror.

We're driving in the VW bus?

-Just this once.
-Awesome!

What about Frieda?

Frieda's asleep.

Come on.

But she always comes with us.

No. Not today.

(Dog whimpering)

Kleinmachnow, East Germany

Come, Frieda. Out.

Oh.

Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you.

It's fine.

Coffee?

(sigh)

Thank you.

(Yawns)

Say, what kind of dog is that?

A foster dog.
She comes over, so I'm less alone.

Well, you're not alone now.

You can't replace Martin.

Yes. You're right.

Oh, the news!

Come on, have some coffee.

Thanks. You don't want any?

No.

I can't drink that stuff.

WOMAN (on TV): ...has caused disgust,
horror and indignation.

Last night's bombing of Tripoli
and Benghazi by the American aggressors

caused considerable damage.

The people suffered heavy losses.

MAN (on TV): Thirty-three US
warplanes at bases in the UK,

including F-111 bombers

and bombers of the Coral Sea
and America aircraft carriers,

attacked the Libyan capital
in several waves.

Civilian homes are in ruins.

So far, more than 70 people
have been killed.

Seventy killed?

How is this fair retaliation
for two dead soldiers?

I don't think they've invented a machine
to calculate fair retaliation yet.

Reagan wanted to send a message.
It couldn't be any clearer.

Oh, it's all just show!

He's an actor. He's trying
to create credibility with brutality.

Hm, that sounds familiar, somehow.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hm?

What are you saying?

That I treat you brutally?

No!

You're sweet as can be.

All evening you tell me
about Mozambique, about South Africa,

about the problems of the ANC.

But I can't stand it.

I can't stand that...

of all people, you're the one
who showed up here.

While for three years now,
nobody has told me where my son is.

Or whether he's alive at all.

(Focused silence)

Where is Martin?

I don't know.

♪♪

(Object hits the floor)

MAN (on TV):
The extent of the destruction

caused by American bombing
was apparent at dawn.

Tripoli's citizens took to the streets
of the North African city

to carry out their protest.

The US government confirmed
that military bases and terrorist...

This was a bloodbath!
We have to get out in the streets.

West Berlin, West Germany

We have to protest
at the American Embassy.

Not me.

Not today.

Have you heard from Marianne?

Well, I...

I don't know all the details, but...

Christoph's reconfigured her van

to make room for the four of them
to hide inside.

Assuming all goes well,

they'll cross the border
at Staaken this afternoon.

I'm going to drive out and pick them up.

I'll borrow Tischbier's car.

(News report in background)

-Tischbier?
-Tobias Tischbier.

Member of Parliament
for the Alternative Party.

Well, and my only friend who owns a car.

Can you do the radio show for me today?

Assuming I'm not too busy
burning down the American Embassy? Sure.

Thanks.

-Two o'clock, okay?
-Uh-huh.

The tapes are on the stereo.

Yes, I know.

You'll have to find another place to stay.

Sorry, but with my sister and her family

we don't have enough room.

I can keep you company today.

It's safe for you out there?

Yes.

MAN (on TV): Recently, a personal conflict
has developed between Gaddafi and Reagan.

This could cause a political firestorm
in the Middle East.

West Berlin, West Germany

Alex.

(English) This is Barbara. Tim's mother.

-She's just come in from Michigan.
-Hello. Nice to meet you.

You're the medical student, aren't you?

You've been a very good friend to Tim,
he told me all about you.

He did?

It means so much
that Tim had good friends here in Berlin.

And such a loyal girlfriend, of course.

I'll make sure you have our address
and I promise to forward all your letters.

Where are you taking him?

We're having him transferred to the
medical facilities at Ramstein today.

-We want him to have the best care.
-But he's still in critical condition.

The doctors say
his internal organs are healing nicely.

I'll feel better
when he's in American hands.

-And then?
-We're bringing him home.

To the US.

When he's ready.

(Sniffing nose)

(German) I know you can hear me in there

Don't let anyone steal your courage

or your believe in yourself.

-That's enough.
-Mrs. Avery. Please, he's just upset.

He won't see him for a while.

Promise me.

Get away from my son.

I don't know you.
But Tim is not like you.

-What?
-He's not some sick...

He should never have come to
this God forsaken place.

-Mrs. Avery.
-Get out.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I think you can be very proud of him.

(Door buzzes)

West Berlin, West Germany

Hello, Tobias.

Could I borrow your car?

This is Martin, an old friend.

My pleasure.

Do you want to come in?

No time.

I have to move some furniture.

-I wanted to go to the protest.
-What protest?

The US mission is holding a memorial for
the victims of the Club Paradise attack.

We're staging a parallel protest against
the US bombing of Libya last night.

I don't know if I'll be done in time.

I'll bring the car back.

So you have it for the protest.
I'll pick you up later.

-Does that make things easier?
-It's a great idea.

Thank you.

-Thank you. Thanks.
-See you later.

Bye.

♪♪

Should I drive?

(Phone rings)

Schneider speaking.

You won't believe who just showed up here.

Kolibri.

He's been hiding out
at Thomas Posimski's place.

Why would he do that?

Maybe...

he wants to come home.

That's impossible.

This is my life.

And my son...

I'll see him again later.

If I'm lucky,

I'll find out more.

Keep me posted.

Comrades, because of the high alert,
we've suspended task force meetings.

But despite the brutal attack

on our Libyan brothers
in Tripoli and Benghazi,

we must get back to business.

War is also business.

One bright detail
has emerged from the news last night.

Excuse me.

Reagan's henchmen
sent in 38 bomber planes.

One was shot down

by a B-LR Wespe missile
from the shipment we sold to the Libyans.

Which is a roundabout way
of introducing Lenora Rauch,

our top agent,

who arranged the sale.

2,137,000 Deutschmarks!

I'd like to congratulate you personally,

Comrade Rauch.

Your services to our country
are priceless.

Comrade Rauch was not alone.

Another member of our family
plays an important role in this deal.

Kolibri.

(exhales)

Do you want to say anything

to the Special Commission?

Special Commission?

Our interdisciplinary working group
here, HVA and KoKo.

Gladly.

Dear Comrades,

after a long and hard-pressed time
in Cape Town,

I am glad to see familiar faces again.

And unfamiliar ones.

We all know what compromises
must be made in this difficult time.

Bitter moral compromises such as
dealing arms from West Germany

to the South African Apartheid regime.

But now,

here at home,

in the epicenter of our ideals,

we never lose sight

of our ultimate goal:

the victory of Communism.

The money came through.

The Libyans. They paid in full.

Good news.

Above all, I'm grateful for
the technological support of the HVA

and, of course, the KoKo

with Operation Vula.

Thank you, Comrade Rauch.

Next on the agenda,

what news do we have
regarding Operation Atlantic?

Actually, it's Operation Love Boat now.

One question:

Where's Kolibri now?

Let's catch up on family gossip later,
Comrade Rauch.

The purpose of this meeting
is to review the numbers.

May I begin?

Of course, Comrade Schneider.

The Beroxalin Trial continues apace
after initial complications.

We are on track to finish up in two weeks,

when we will be paid in full.

Herr Amend has been very pleased
with our work so far.

And in related business,
it was a banner week for blood sales.

West Berlin hospitals cleaned us out.

(knocking on table)

(door opens)

-Where's Martin?
-Uh-uh.

(Sighs)

Well. He didn't die in Angola.

Apparently he went from Angola to Libya,
then to Paris.

With the weapons, without your help.

Just like I got back into the inner circle
without your help.

But not without
rearranging your worldview!

(Inhales)

The night of the attack, Martin flew
to West Berlin using a fake British ID.

He was targeted there
by western intelligence services

as a possible accomplice.

And I was so sure he was...

(Inhales and exhales)

I need a cigarette.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Ha!

(Bird squawks,
distant drone of passing airplane)

There she is.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Kids, come over!

Who is that?

Come on.

See, Dad is preparing everything.

♪♪

Please, sit down here.

There. Good.

Here you go.

♪♪

Thank you.

♪♪

See you on the other side.

Border Crossing, West Berlin Side

(Loud motor from inside)

...what I want is you

♪♪ ("Ohne Dich" by Münchener Freiheit)

♪ Without you I won't fall asleep ♪

♪ Without you I won't be driving home ♪

We've consolidated words here,

so they don't have to be spelled out.

And these sounds
travel through a modem,

which is a machine

that allows telephones and computers
to speak to each other.

This floppy disk holds a program

that translates normal language
into sound code and back.

(Floppy disk reading)

Type something.

Ah, enter, please.

(Bleeping)

Okay.

Now enter the keyword.

(Swooshing sound)

Voilà.

I made the keyword "Mandela".

That's a little obvious, isn't it?

(Dialing up, bleeping)

(Laughing)

A safe way to deliver a secret message.

To anywhere in the world!

Without traveling. Without passports.

How expensive is it?

Hmm.

A hundred thousand...

East German Marks?

No! Dollars.

A hundred thousand dollars?

It might surprise you,
but we have other projects on our agenda

beyond the ANC leadership's
communication goals in South Africa.

I assured the ANC
of our support on Operation Vula.

Their agent Rose Seithanti
came to Berlin for this.

The ANC

was instrumental

in the last deal

we did with the SADF.

Don't be ridiculous now.

Since when does the ANC
do favors for the SADF?

The South African army is its archenemy!

Since when does East Germany do business
with its archenemy, West Germany?

Since we have no choice, Comrade Rauch.

You always have a choice.

I have an idea.

You help us make
Operation Love Boat a success,

and we'll revisit the 100,000
for Operation Vula.

What exactly is Operation Love Boat?

We use our new cruise ship,
on which Rose will be traveling,

as a vessel. Call it a Trojan horse.

To deliver weapons to Cape Town.

While the distinguished workers
of East Germany

sail around the Cape of Good Hope.

Ha.

(Sighs)

Comrade Dietrich,

you have managed

to turn our Socialist organization

into a kind of capitalist mafia.

I wonder what motivates you.

Don't you care about socialist ideals?
About creating a better world?

Or only about money?

I don't see any contradiction.

Maybe you'll find other ways
to raise money for the ANC.

Yes, I'm going to West Berlin
in a few days.

There are people who support
the struggle against apartheid

out of sheer conviction,
without strings attached.

Good luck.

♪♪

♪♪

Ahem.

(Toilet flushing)

Hm.

Well.

There's no ladies' room
in the whole main building.

I guess they aren't quite ready.

For people like us? Without a penis?

You tell me. I spent half my life in here.

So?

How's the world out there?

Rough.

Hmm.

I wouldn't know.

But that's how I picture it.

By the way, we share an office now.

Oh, right.

Martin showed up at Tischbier's.

In West Berlin.

In case you're interested.

(Door opens and closes)

Tadaaa.

I'm back.

I won't stay long.

Just tell the HVA they can bring me over.

I have a lot to tell them.

You just scored a big win for us in Libya.

Why come back now?

If it were up to me,
I would have gone home much earlier.

But instead you shacked up
with a BND agent in Paris for six weeks.

You never know
when she might come in handy.

Hmm.

Ah.

How's Alex?

Why should we trust you?

I fulfilled my side of the bargain,
didn't I?

(Puts down his coffee)

Now it's your turn.

I'm afraid I have to go.

Make yourself at home.

(Door closes)

(English) Our last speaker was himself
a victim of the attack last week.

West Berlin, West Germany

Medical student Alexander Edel.

(Exhales)

As we gather here
mourning for those who

died last week...

and those who...

(Sighs)

(Focused silence)

(Inhales)

I used to be a soldier
in the West German military.

And when young men like me
die in wars abroad,

our bodies are given a hero's burial.

(Inhales)

But we are the same people
who are dying right now

in staggering numbers from AIDS
at home.

And nobody gets
a posthumous medal of honor

for fighting a losing battle
with his own body.

I know it, because...

(Footsteps)

I volunteer at an AIDS hospice
not far from here where...

men die every day.

Alone and forgotten.

I met my friend Tim Avery at that hospice.

An...
American soldier and volunteer, like me...

And Tim was injured much...

worse than I was the other night.

And...

And he's fighting for his life right now.

In more ways than one.

So let's...
let's pray for him.

Let's pray for all of us,

because fighting violence
with violence just means more violence.

(Church bell ringing)

What are you doing here?

What do you think?

(Snorts)

That was a wonderful speech.

Thank you.

Which AIDS hospice are you working at?

The hospice at Südstern.

Rainbow.

Uh-huh.

I'll come by sometime.

Good.

(Church bells stop)

(Snorts)

The punishment was so much crueler...

In jail I was interrogated,
isolated, threatened, confused...

♪♪

(Phone rings)

At school, when the teachers used to ask
what we wanted to do when we grew up...

Yes?

...I always said...

No, that's...

I wanted to be a doctor.

We always believed
we were the better Germany.

Anti-fascist, anti-capitalist,
egalitarian,

well, socialist.

But our reality has traveled
so far from our ideals

that I no longer recognize my country.

For me, this business with Sprembex
has been so upsetting

because we started out
with such good intentions.

Sprembex, Herr Amend's office.

♪♪

Sorry?

What?

We can't just use our citizens
as guinea pigs without their consent

for the benefit of the West German
pharmaceutical industry.

I could cut her hair too.

Sprembex knew the risks
when they gave us the medicine

but they didn't care to warn us.

Because they only cared about
making money.

Beroxalin didn't help the sick people.

The severe chronic respiratory diseases

worsened instead of improving
due to the drug.

One patient after the next simply died.

Schneider here.

Are you listening to the goddamn radio,
Frau Schneider? FM 104.1?

This is slander!

(Dialing through frequencies)

All this because our nation is doing
business with a reckless western company.

That's why I'm leaving the country.

At any cost.

Sprembex's reputation will be ruined!

Are you aware of this?

Not to mention your study.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

♪♪

Fritz.

♪♪

Mama?

Papa?

Mama?

Can you calm the kids down somehow?
They have to stay quiet.

Mama?

Steffi?

Steffi.

Mama?

(Groans)

Mama!

Christoph!

Maybe we should turn back?

It's not too late yet.

We're going through with this now.

♪♪

Have a nice day.

You too.

(The telephone rings)

Schneider?

(Machine bleeping)

(Machine bleeping)

(Groan)

(Machine bleeping)

(Machine bleeping)

(Machine bleeping)

Yes?

Do you know where Tina Fischer is?

Finding her as soon as possible
is a matter of national security!

Tobias?

Hello, Annett.

Martin.

I heard you want to come back.

Yes.

So, you're still working for HVA?

(Drawn out sigh)

Of course.

Good.

I heard you've been
staying with Thomas for a while.

Where's his sister?

Martin?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me.

You know what will happen,
if they find out you're lying.

Annett, I...

I'm waiting.

(German)
Are you looking for something specific?

Do you have peanuts?

Peanuts?

No.

How about lamb shoulder? Or goat?

No.

Sweet potatoes?

(Laughs)

What is a sweet potato?

I want to make a traditional
South African meal for my host here.

We have real potatoes.

And I'm not sure,

but I think we still have some
pork sausage in the cooler in the back.

Wonderful.

Good.

I'll be right with you.

This country is broke.
How can they ever finance Operation Vula?

I know how.

With the HVA's dirty dollars.

This cruise ship you'll sail on

will be moving West German weapons
for the SADF in its hull.

But before it arrives in Cape Town,
it will have a stopover in Angola.

A visit to a brother state
for the distinguished workers.

And we...

will unload the weapons in Angola.

Sell them into the hands
of our Communist friends.

This plan sounds familiar to me.

-It went wrong last time.
-This time it will work.

♪♪

(Ringing)

(phone line ringing)

Come on. Come on. Come on.

(background chatter)

(ringing)

(Breathing)

(Creaking, groaning)

I have to go to the bathroom!

Shh.

(Car door opening)

(Breathing, faint groaning)

Window down.

Your papers, please.

(Restrained breathing)

(Breathing, faint groaning)

(Suspenseful, heartbeat-like rhythm)

(Restrained breathing)

(The ringing continues)

(Sweeping, tense drone)

(Relieving sigh)

(Beat stops)

(Beat continues)

(Tensity builds,
faint, echoing ringing)

Move on.

(High-pitched ringing sound)

♪♪ ("The Cold Song" by Klaus Nomi)

Stop.

Turn off your engine.

(Breathing)

♪♪

(Thudding)

♪♪

(Short, fast breathing)

Stop!

Stop!

(Gasping)

♪ ... Let me, let me free-ee-eeze again ♪

♪ To death, let me, let me ♪

♪ Let me, let me fre-ee-eeze ♪

♪♪ ("Hot Water" by Level 42)

♪ Tell... ♪

♪ me something ♪

♪ Why do I always find it hard
just to get along ♪

♪ Try my best ♪

♪ For nothing ♪

♪ Every little thing I do is wrong ♪

♪ Feel it in my brain ♪

♪ Driving me insane ♪

♪ Round and round ♪

♪ The same old tune ♪

♪♪