All language subtitles for Deutschland.86.S02E08.Vula.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-AJP69

(Electrical buzz, the cry of birds)

Stasi Prison, East Berlin, East Germany

(A regular, deep tapping,
which continues for seconds)

(A clinking response)

(A whooshing sound)

(Keys in locks)

(A creaking door)

(German) Number two.

Come.

(Siren)

Stop.

Face the wall.

(Siren)

Move on.

Move.

Sit down on your hands.

On your hands.

Excuse me, sir.

(The rustle of papers)

Where are my daughters?

I'm worried about my daughters.

(A button is pushed)

(A tape rolls in its player)

Name?

Martina Posimski-Fischer.

Address?

Drosselweg 17, 1532 Kleinmachnow.

Good...

Mrs. Fischer.

The public prosecution department

has opened preliminary investigations

into your attempted
illegal border crossing, article 213,

and illicit contacts,

article 219.

I have many questions.

But first, let's agree on the facts.

You attempted to illegally cross
the border into West Berlin,

correct?

Yes.

And you forced your children
to participate in your crime.

I didn't force them.

It says here
that you drugged your youngest daughter.

So she wouldn't panic.

But why would she panic

if she'd agreed to accompany you
on this illegal journey?

She had to lie for a long time
in a small space.

And it was warm.

(Music fades in)

She was meant to sleep through it.

So not only did you drug your daughter,
but you endangered her life?

I'm a doctor. I would never...

Let me get this straight.

You snatched your daughters
from their home.

Stuffed them in the bowels
of a moving vehicle, and...

drugged them
so they would sleep through it?

Just tell me they're okay.

Of course they're not okay!

What child would be okay
under the circumstances?

(Droning music builds)

And what kind of mother
does this to her own children?

So far, we are only discussing
the moral implications of your crimes.

(White noise)

We haven't even started
to explore their legal implications.

I need to see my children!

(A throbbing)

-I confess to all of it.
-Good.

In that case,
I'll need the names of everyone

who participated in this plan
on both sides of the border,

their personal details,

and the specifics of their involvement.

Now.

(A pulsing)

I acted alone.

Alone.

Your husband already gave us
all the details.

I don't believe you.

I want to hear
your side of the story.

Where is my husband?

(Suspenseful tones)

(A mechanical click)

No, please wait.

Take your time, Mrs. Fischer.

I'm not in any rush.

When you're ready to talk,
I'll be ready to listen.

(Knocks before leaving)

(A shutting and locking)

("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)

West Berlin, West Germany

It doesn't make sense.

Even if they heard the radio broadcast.

Even if they knew
Tina was trying to escape,

how would they know
which border crossing, which car?

The woman with the car was your friend?

No.

A friend of theirs?

No.

Some West-Berliner
from a church congregation, no idea.

That's so dangerous.

How could you have trusted
a complete stranger?

I know how crazy it sounds.

But this woman... Marianne?

She was trustworthy.
And the plan was air-tight.

No plan is air-tight.

Only one other person knew about the plan.

One.

Martin.

Martin?

(Ominous drone)

Why would your friend do that to you?

He seemed so kind.

It's so obvious.

What?

Haven't you read my book?

The affair you had in East Germany
with a pregnant woman? Angela?

Exactly.

Well, "Angela" was Martin's girlfriend.

When he showed up at my place,
he had one question:

When did the affair start?

(Tension mounting)

He wanted to know for sure
that her child wasn't my son.

So, are you?

Honestly?

(A piano clinks)

I don't know.

(The bowing of string instruments)

(Ringing on the line)

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

Schneider here.

Why are you punishing your young love,

Thomas Posimski?

(Keyboard steps)

I'm not punishing anyone.

Really?

What about his sister?

Tina Fischer?

What about her?

(An ominous and rising drone)

West Berlin, West Germany

I'll only go to East Germany if I know
how Max and I will get out of there.

(Morning birdsong)

And I need a new identity,

so the HVA won't chase me around the world
for the rest of my life.

If you can promise me that,

I'll do anything the BND wants me to do.

I talked to my superiors.
They only need a few more tests.

What tests?

They want to see how useful you are
before they get involved.

I have to take an entrance exam
for the BND?

(He snorts)

No one doubts your skills.

My bosses just want to make sure

you have access to the inner circle.

(A mysterious clicking)

(Clicking grows less intermittent)

(Clicking persists)

(Clicking at fever pitch)

(A door clacks)

Good morning.

Oh, Comrade Hartmann,

these strawberries are fresh
from my mother's greenhouse.

Would you like...

I'm sorry, something's wrong.

With my mother's strawberries?

They're all fresh.

Stop, please.

(Anticipatory tones)

May I?

(A click-clicking)

Only twice the normal levels
of radiation in here.

-They're wonderful.
-In the lab it's almost four times higher.

Now tell me about your progress
on Operation Microchip.

Let me put it this way.
Operation Microchip again confirms

that the biggest strength
of an organization

-is also its biggest weakness.
-Aha.

You mean our...

worldwide network?

No.

Our secrecy.

Normally the departments
should work together, hand in hand,

but everyone is clinging
to their own knowledge.

I don't understand it, either.

The computer age offers
great opportunities for us all.

You know what I always remember?

That you once said,

"At some point, all our knowledge
will fit into a pinhead."

Do you remember Kyshtym?

No.

A plutonium production plant
in the Soviet Union exploded,

and the fallout covered
more than 50,000 square kilometers.

That was 1958.

Right. But the Soviets
didn't tell anyone about it until 1976.

Of course not, ha ha.

Why?

People would have just overreacted.

And, I mean, there wasn't anything
they could do about it.

That's exactly what I'm worried about.

Strawberry?

(A xylophone note)

(A distant siren, traffic on the move)

BND Field Office,
West Berlin, West Germany

(A bubbling)

(A door opens)

Good morning, Katrin.

Good morning, Doctor.

I have a surprise for you.

I hate surprises.

(Synth pop fades in)

-Wait for it.
-(door buzzes)

Welcome to the BND.

My colleague.

(Revelatory tones)

Mrs. Netz?

Well.

It's a small world.

A whole new perspective.

(A mechanical clicking)

Hartmann, Fritz. Surveillance.

He's the technical expert there.

An East German technical expert.

We call that an oxymoron.

(A mechanical clicking, suspenseful tones

I don't know her.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, I am.

(A mechanical clicking)

Marcus Fuchs. He's the top commander.

-Very good. Spelled with a C or a K?
-With a C.

Is it typical for the top brass at the HVA
to recruit from within their own families?

I don't know.

(A mechanical clicking)

(Music becoming apparent)

Is this man your father?

Yes.

But there's nothing typical
about our relationship,

personally or professionally.

I wouldn't wish a father like him
on my worst enemy.

Who is your worst enemy?

My aunt.

Breaking the trust of your own family
is an agent's greatest challenge.

That assumes there was trust there
to begin with.

Well, General Edel was devastated
when he found out who you really are.

And you?

I was impressed.

(A mechanical clicking)

Pretty.

Our impression is that

she's been rising up through
the ranks pretty quickly.

And?

Annett Schneider.

The mother of my child.

(A mechanical clicking)

(Music fades)

(Distant rumble)

(Crockery clinks)

(She clears her throat)

Not a good week for us, Comrades.

Our working relationship with
the pharmaceutical company Sprembex

has been seriously damaged...

I have some new ideas.

About how to revive the relationship
with Sprembex.

We'll see about that.

This week Ms. Schneider
has showed great personal initiative.

She caught a family of rogue citizens
fleeing our country without permission.

Where do we stand
with Operation Love Boat?

It's going well.

The boat is scheduled for delivery
in Warnemünde next week,

where it will be reconfigured
to hide the weapons shipment.

I'll be in West Berlin today

to secure the shipment of Würfel & Struth
submarine parts to South Africa.

Frank Winkelmann at the
West German State Department in Cape Town

has been very cooperative.

(Electro tones kick in)

That sounds like very good news.

I'm very happy about the fact

that you are now supporting us
with Operation Love Boat.

But as the Americans like to say:

'It ain't over till the fat lady sings.'

(Hesitant laughter)

Well,

I'm already seeing a sky full
of Chinese fireworks for our celebration.

What are we celebrating?

The Wall.

(Ah)

This summer, it will be 25 years
since we built the Wall.

I still haven't given
the Chinese fireworks a green light.

We can still discuss this
in our smaller group.

(Mechanical clicking)

Lenora Rauch.

Yes.

Could you tell me a little more about her?

Lenora is the front line
for KoKo in South Africa.

Organizing deals to deliver hard currency
back into East Germany.

All these Communists care about
these days is money.

If the Wall ever falls, God forbid,

these people will come and eat
the hair off our heads.

Thank God I won't be around to see it.

Your aunt is back

in East Berlin.

She registered for a day pass
to enter West Berlin today.

She'll be crossing
at the Oberbaum border at 11:00.

Bring her to us.

Alive.

Do you have a personal problem
with the assignment?

-No.
-An ideological one?

No.

I believe that the Communist ideal
is entirely compromised,

and is currently being operated
with malicious contempt.

What I wonder is...

how am I supposed to coax Lenora in here?

Offer her free dental work?

We'll think of something.

Good.

I'll assist you
with all available resources.

Let me assure you
that we are far better equipped

than our colleagues at the HVA.

The two of you are entirely free
in your tactical approach.

We in the West
aren't so keen on central planning.

I like it.

So, what are you waiting for?

(Echoing, rising tones)

(Bustling departures)

One more thing.

(A distant telephone rings)

What is the current condition

of our reserves of manganese solution
and potassium iodide?

The nuclear energy plants
keep a supply, of course.

And the Russians presumably...

stockpile chemicals
to combat radiation...

I'm talking about the general population.

Why?

The word is, radiation levels are
four times higher than normal in Sweden.

Workers at Forsmark nuclear power plant

found radioactive particles
on their clothes.

Yeah.

This is also in Sweden?

Yes!

You need to get out more,

Comrade Hartmann.

(A rising drone)

(A door is unlocked, creaks)

Number two.

Come with me.

(Persistent droning)

(Droning reaches a crescendo)

Grunewald, West Berlin, West Germany

That's strange.

It looks just like
her house in Johannesburg.

The house you were raised in?

Well, with the servants behind the house.

(A clock strikes the hour)

The Rosenbergs left this place
when the Nazis came.

Then they rebuilt it in South Africa.

Now they're back.

In the original one.

No one needs such a lavish house.

Let alone two.

(A doorbell rings)

It's so nice seeing you
here in Germany, Rose.

How's your mother?

Still working for your old friends,
the Hermanns.

I'm glad.

Is little Tandi with her?

Currently, yes.

(Doves coo)

(Expectant, rising tones)

Thank you.

Khaya.

(English) It's so wonderful to see you.

They'll be there in a minute.
Please follow me.

(German) See you later.

Thank you.

(Birdsong, ambient soundtrack)

(A door creaks as it opens)

(Distant voices)
Thank you so much for your help.

These photos are crucial for us.

Our MK comrades need
false passports to move freely.

They are all on international blacklists.

How does the neighborhood look now?

Most of your neighbors have left.

To Great Britain or America.

The Reese family still lives
in the blue house,

but they are also planning to leave.

Violence in South Africa
will soon be out of control.

Out of control?

You think the Apartheid regime
will give up without a fight?

The Nazis didn't
give up so easily, either.

No.

You're very brave, Rose.

Do I have a choice?

But because I'm so brave,
my daughter is in danger.

I want Tandi to come to West Berlin.

To a relative.

You have relatives in Germany?

Tandi's father.

Help me get my daughter
from South Africa to Germany.

Do we agree that you owe me this?

Of course.

I'll be far away.

In the underground.

Or in prison, or worse.

(A door opening)

And one more thing.

We need 100,000 dollars.

That's a lot of money.

What for, if I can ask?

A new communications system.

For MK freedom fighters in exile.

(A pumping beat sets in)

(Einstürzende Neubauten song Yü Gung)

(English) This way.
Watch your step... Follow me.

So, here they are.

-Hello.
-Oh, Kilian, I remember.

-So nice to see you.
-Pleasure. I'm Lenora.

Nice to meet you. So, who's first?

-Maybe me?
-Yes.

Yes. And...

give me a half profile
and into the camera.

A small passport smile, Khaya?

All right. Good.

Give me your scarf.

-Maybe with a different jacket
-I have this one.

And we have to lose the hat, sorry. Yes.

Yes, that looks better.

And, and a little smile.

(Ominous bass)

Please be careful, Rose.

Always.

We'll make sure
your daughter will get here safely.

You can count on us.

Thank you.

I'll take the film
to East Berlin with me tonight.

A courier will bring
the finished passports back here for you.

-When?
-It's supposed to be Monday.

-We'll coordinate our approach to go back.
-Of course.

We can't have half the MK
entering South Africa at the same time.

-Not yet.
-Not yet.

(German) Oh, shit.

Come now, Mrs. Fischer.

Where is my family?

We'll get to that in a moment.
But first,

help me understand.

I see here that you graduated
top of your class.

A distinguished educational record
and, later, career.

A good job.

A nice house. A beautiful family.

Your brother was a troublemaker.
I see that here. But you...

(Sighs)

What did East Germany do to you?

If I tell you the truth,

will you tell me where my children are?

Of course.

Have you ever heard

of a West Berlin company
called Sprembex Pharmaceutical?

Just the other day.

I listened to the recording
you made for western radio.

Then you know my story.

(A low-pitch drone)

A version of it, yes.

Surely, the truth is more complex.

You're a monster.

You're all monsters!

How did you smuggle that recording
into the West?

How did you know Marianne Stanschus?

Was the church involved?

My patients

died from the side effects
of untested medicine.

And the state told me
to look the other way.

Why?

Because Sprembex
was using my patients as guinea pigs.

Sprembex is just another greedy
West German company.

But no one forces our government
to do business with them!

When did money become more important
to this country than human life?

(Drone rises)

(The door creaks)

AIDS Hospice, West Berlin, West Germany

Bye.

See you tomorrow.

You came.

Of course.

(Distressed calls)

What you do here is really impressive.

Yes.

(Coughing)

My political party has wanted

to put AIDS on the agenda
for some time now.

(Wheezing)

And you?

I've been...

(Voices off-screen)

I've been steering clear of all this.
Until now.

Because I'm infected. I was frightened.

(Pregnant pause)

When the time comes,

come here. We'll...

We'll take care of you.

But in the meantime,

I'm on a mission.

What mission?

I have an appointment with the
head of clinical research at Sprembex.

-The pharmaceutical company?
-Yes.

I heard they're running
AZT trials over there,

but AIDS sufferers aren't allowed
to voluntarily participate.

Men are dropping like flies around here.
Ha.

And AZT just might be our only hope.

What do you have planned

for your appointment?

(Indistinct buzzing)

Don't do anything stupid.

Since when is civil disobedience stupid,
Professor Tischbier?

(A keyboard holds a melancholy note)

I learned everything about that from you.

(Another melancholy note)

(Another melancholy note)

West Berlin, West Germany

(Distant girl's voice, garage sounds)

(Music fades out)

(Car door opens)

(Door closes)

Rose?

Yes.

It's been so long.

Eight years.

(Incidental keyboard music)

That's Tandi.

I'm her mother and you're her father.

She's living with my mother
in Johannesburg now.

The address is in that folder.

Along with everything you'll need
to claim paternity

and get her German citizenship

so you can bring her here
to live with you.

Violence is coming to South Africa.

I want my daughter somewhere safe.

Don't let me down.

(Door opens, closes)

Yes. All right, I'll tell him.

Sprembex Pharmaceutical,
West Berlin, West Germany

Yes.

Mr. Amend's meeting is running late,
but he'll be right here.

Yeah. No problem. I'll do some more work.

You're writing a thesis
on some of our work?

About in-vitro studies of
infectious biological material.

(Inhales nervously)

Whatever that means.

Yeah.

Say,

I need to make a copy of an article

before I return this journal
to the college library.

Is there a copy shop nearby?

Don't be silly.

We have a copy room right there.

Back in a second.

Oh. Thank you so much.

(Door closes)

(Tense, thumping music)

(Distant electronic wailing)

POTSDAM CLINIC
FOR INTERNAL MEDICINE

BEST REGARDS, ANNETT SCHNEIDER

What are you doing there?

Oh, it's you again. Ha.

What are you doing in the East, huh?

Are you doing top-secret
AZT experiments there, too?

That's enough, my friend.

Put it down.

Could you please connect me to security?

Thank you.

I said put the phone down.

Are you crazy?

People are dying here on your doorstep.

You could hand out AZT
and save their lives.

AZT hasn't been approved yet.

It's illegal...

-So what?
-It could have side effects.

What could happen?

What's worse than guaranteed death?

(Buzzing)

Hey, where's my bag?

I just barely prevented you
from being locked up forever.

Here.

Did you really threaten
to contaminate him?

I bluffed.

(Snorts)

I'm negative.

Good.

(A knocking)

(The knocking continues)

It's driving me crazy.

(Shushing noise)

(A higher-pitched knock as answer)

(The first knock returns)

Greetings from Christoph.

(The first knock continues)

I never told you my husband's name.

No, but he did.

He must be somewhere above us.

A, B.

A, B, C.

A, B, C, D.

Hm? Don't try to count. Just go:
A, B, C, D, E, F.

No.

Gosh, no.

If you want to hear his voice,

use the telephone.

(A watery sound)

(Water being scooped)

(A startled sound)

(A sudden clank, buzzing)

(The play of metal)

Christoph?

Christoph!

Tina?

Yes!

What have we done?

Don't say that.

Please.

They took our children.

It's all my fault.

You wanted to go back,
but I insisted we carry on.

They would've found us anyway!

Christoph?

Christoph!

Hey.

(Approaching footsteps)

(Sob)

(Enchanted music-box tones)

Orphanage, East Germany

Hansel and Gretel ran
through the forest. They ran and ran.

Deep into the forest.

(Music-box fades into synth notes)

Until finally,

they saw their house.

And...

they went in.

They saw their dad.

And they hugged him tight.

(Wind instrument comes in)

As hard as they could.

Mom sent us away, too.

That's not true, don't say that.

She didn't want us anymore.

She never had time for us.

She always had to work.

(Music-box returns)

But when she stopped,

she was just sad all the time.

No.

Stop it.

But Mrs. von Kessel said...

Mrs. von Kessel is lying.

(Tones fade out)

BND Field Office,
West Berlin, West Germany

-I failed your test.
-I know.

She got away. I have no idea where she is.
It all went so fast.

You only had to sedate her,
the ambulance was there.

-It wasn't that hard.
-Sure.

Great.

I screwed up.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Do you know what I'm risking?

Yes, Brigitte, I know.

You really think I did this on purpose?

I don't know.

It was my only chance to see my son.

None of the higher-ups
have clocked this yet.

Maybe we still have a chance.

This morning my husband showed up
out of the blue.

(Opens cabinet)

And guess who he met this evening.

(Keyboard music sets in)

Maybe they're having an affair.

I think it's German-German mafia business.

We're sending you into the East
to find out.

Where did you get this?

One of our agents followed you today

and picked up Lenora's trail
after you lost her.

Who?

I always know when I'm being followed.

It was me.

We'll show the photo to Mrs. Netz.

It'll be enough to convince her.

Thank you.

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

(Door opens,
Keyboard fades into a dwindling wail)

It's happening, isn't it?

I mean, it happened.

-Something's happened.
-Hartmann.

It has come to our attention that
you've fallen prey to a conspiracy theory

propagated by the American government.

-What?
-My colleague Stepanov and I

have come up from Dresden

to set you straight before these
paranoid rumors travel any further.

There has been
no nuclear accident in the Soviet Union.

But everyone at our listening station
is reporting the same concerns:

Radiation at four,
six or ten times normal levels

-all across Scandinavia...
-Fake news!

You're not a child, Comrade Hartmann.

Why do you believe everything you hear?

I don't.

Actually, I never think
anyone is telling the truth.

But my dosimeter doesn't lie.

(Laughs)

That instrument is old.

We'll order you a new one from Moscow.

Top Russian technology.

In the meantime, please promote
a positive message of calm.

There's no sense in getting people
all worked up over nothing.

I thought

maybe you could make
the weather forecast a bit more optimistic

for the next few days.

To elevate the mood.

"Over nothing?"

Fritz.

We can't have fields of strawberries
going to waste

just because of a nasty American rumor.

(Telephone slams)

(An ominous, repeating buzz)

(Climaxing soundtrack, buzzing fades)

There's been a huge nuclear meltdown
in Chernobyl.

Gorbachev just announced it.

(A long electronic ping)

Good evening at 7 to 7.

After the biggest accident ever
at a nuclear reactor,

people across Europe are asking:

"Are we in danger? Are we contaminated?

Will the wind drive the radioactive cloud

from the damaged Soviet reactor
across our country?"

The Soviets did not
warn European governments

that a huge radioactive cloud
was drifting northwest.

The wind drove the cloud across Poland
and the Baltic Sea to Scandinavia.

In Sweden on Sunday, scientists measured
10x more radioactivity there than usual.

The question now is,

will the wind turn south
as shown here in our animation?

The meteorologists say no:

There is no current
that could drive the cloud to Germany.

If the weather changes, nevertheless,
we will inform you immediately.

The Scandinavian governments
have sharply protested

that the Soviet Union did not warn them
about the huge radioactive cloud.

It is indeed unbelievable

that the Soviet Union tried to conceal
such a catastrophe.

The Soviet authorities are
not exactly eager to offer details

about the reactor itself

or the nature of the breakdown involved.

The radioactive cloud over Scandinavia

has been found to contain
radioactive neptunium, iodine and cesium.

From this it can be concluded

that the core of the reactor
has actually melted.

So the biggest-ever disaster that...

So?

Where is Lenora Rauch?

We're on her.

(A gentle piano sets in)

(The lyrical folk song "Es dunkelt
schon in der Heide" is sung)

Border Restaurant for Western Tourists,
East Berlin, East Germany

Professor Tischbier.

Have a seat.

Finally we meet in person.

You're very pretty, Ms. Schneider.

I didn't expect that.

Is that a compliment or an insult?

I just mean,

no wonder our super spy
so badly wants to go home.

What would you like?

Two glasses of
your best champagne, please.

Or sparkling wine.

Isn't that a bit premature?

We haven't agreed on anything yet.

The government of West Germany is ready

to exchange Martin Rauch
for these individuals.

(The folk song's
woman's vocals continue)

Thirteen people for one.

That's not a good deal.

This is not an Israeli-Palestinian
prisoner exchange.

Are you saying that Martin Rauch
isn't worth that much to East Germany?

Or to you?

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

-Thank you.
-Sure.

That little asshole
knows too much about us.

We can't let him
run around Western Europe any longer.

(Song concludes)

(Thriller-style music)

(Eerie music)

Subtitles: Matthew Way