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Yes.

I picked him up from the
airport this afternoon.

I know.

You know what I need?

Are you afraid, my friends?

Of us?

Of Islam?

People are suffering
throughout the Muslim world.

In Palestine, Afghanistan, Baghdad.

But do I believe terrorism

is the justifiable consequence
of this suffering?

No.

Violence against the innocent
is not the way of Allah.

My charities are set
up around the world

to stamp out poverty, as well
as promote religious tolerance

and understanding.

We rely on your generous
support to continue our work.

Thank you.

Yes, Maxi.

- Maxi? What have you got?
- Yeah?

Around 11:00 a.m.
police received a report

about a suspicious figure
in the central train station.

They were sent this image
taken from a mobile phone.

The quality's not great but
good enough to make a match.

Karpov, Issa.

Chechen, 26.

Classified as an escaped
militant jihadist.

- Hmm.
- Potentially violent.

Approach with caution.

Pull that down.

Security footage has him
returning to the station

five times during the day.

Do we know that guy?

Not yet. Working on it.

- Ah. Give me the hands.
- Uh-huh.

Some sort of note?

Currency maybe.

That's our last sight of him.

Who else knows he's out there?

The cops haven't made a connection.

Mmm. And upstairs?

Mmm-mmm, doesn't look like it.

If not yet they will soon.

Karl, Rasheed,
start with the mosques,

homeless shelters,
don't break anything.

Niki, try the railway station.

Find out who the hell
that scrawny bastard is.

Mmm-hmm.

Great.

Thank you.

Issa Karpov.

A Muslim first name and
a Russian last name.

What does that tell us?

That the boy is confused.

And no patronymic.

Is he the son of nobody?

Issa... Jesus no less.

Maybe he's the son of God
and he's come to save us.

Save me.

Doner plate.

Coffee, black.

Coffee, black.

- One euro.
- Cheers.

Salam.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Hello.

That scrawny bastard,
they call him the Admiral.

He's drinking at Silbersack Bar.

- I think you know the place?
- Ah.

Better than I should.

I'm looking at the receipts
from Abdullah's trip to Dubai.

Why make a four hour
layover, in Cyprus,

on your way back from
Dubai, to Frankfurt?

When you can fly direct?

I don't know, Günther. Air miles?

With my luck that's
probably all it is.

Oh, "Seven Friends."

Is that all you have, Günther?

Oh, I wish.

It's a shipping company
based in Cyprus.

Okay, I'll check it.

All right. Bye-bye.

Admiral.

Hmm.

Admiral.

Herr Dinkelmann.

Missing persons.

Strange boy.

Nervous.

He asked me to find someone for him.

A banker.

And this banker,

did he have a name?

You don't want it?

Brue.

Monsieur Tommy Brue.

Brue.

Word is Mohr is on to something.

His boys are hitting the streets.

Günther?

They found Karpov.

Hmm.

Ah, good.

Keep him walking.

Karpov, the Russian, he's ours.

Am I to understand you've found him?

I remind you that your license
to operate in Hamburg

is contingent on your
co-operation with my office.

I am co-operating, Dieter.

I want this kid to talk to
whoever he was told to talk to,

pray wherever he was told to pray,

sleep wherever he was told to sleep.

I don't want anybody else getting
close to him before we do.

And if this kid lets off a bomb?

It's in your hands, Günther.

Thank Christ it's not in yours

- because if it was you'd fuck it up.
- Mmm-hmm.

Then I want it in writing,
your signature on the letter,

because when the bomb
goes off in Hamburg

I want you there to see
the blood on the streets.

Have you ever seen
blood on the streets?

Clown.

Melik. We have a guest.

This is Issa, from Chechnya.

That's the kind of face I make.

Weddings.

Every time I attend one, I see another
good woman going to the wall.

Well, what about the man?

The man is the wall.

Oh.

The apartment belongs
to a Leyla Oktay.

Turkish national, German resident.

A widow.

One son, Melik.

Oh, Michael.

They have a citizenship
application pending.

Michael.

You've upset Dieter Mohr.

Really?

It probably has something to do

with the terrorists you're allowing
to walk the streets of Hamburg.

We're on a wait and see approach.

And what are we seeing?

Enough to keep waiting.

Don't underestimate Mohr.

He's got a lot of
friends here in Berlin.

Why don't you give him the Chechen?

Let him shine while you
stay focused on Abdullah.

I think he's moving the money
to a shipping company.

Are you sure?

Not yet, but close.

I need more time.

I'll do what I can, Günther,
but watch your back.

Word is the Americans
are taking an interest.

Thanks for the warning.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo!

Americans.

Günther Bachmann?

Martha Sullivan. US Embassy, Berlin.

I know you by reputation, of course.

That can't be good.

Men with good reputations
usually aren't much use to me.

What about women?

This is my colleague Irna Frey.

- Hello.
- Hello.

She sails and spies.

I don't sail.

Hamburg's a long way from Berlin.

What are you doing here?

Me? I am just an observer.

I have been observed
by Americans before.

It usually doesn't end well.

From what I'm hearing,
we're not the ones

you need to be worrying about.

Good morning, everyone.

Herr Mohr has compiled a report.

Our investigations confirm

that Issa Karpov

is a member of a militant Salafi
group of Chechen jihadists.

Karpov was arrested
soon after the capture

of the group's leader
earlier this year.

Where did this information come from?

We have excellent resources inside
the Russian state security system.

After 24 hours of questioning,
Karpov confessed

to taking part in attacks
on gas pipelines,

transport, infrastructure,
police stations.

After 24 hours of Russian questioning

any one of us would
admit to anything.

Are you contesting this report?

No. Yes.

Maybe.

We've not yet had the
benefit of reading it.

The report concludes that the
terrorist Karpov has come to Hamburg

seeking to make contact with
Islamist cells operating in the city.

They hide among us.

- Really?
- Yes.

Karpov is a wanted man.

If you have knowledge
of his whereabouts,

you are obliged to follow due
process under the constitution.

You mean arresting him?

Issa Karpov is indeed seeking
to make contact in Hamburg,

with a banker.

We've had no briefing on this.

Well, if you were doing your job,
you wouldn't need one.

We're not policemen.

We're spies. Issa Karpov
may be of value to us.

All I'm asking for is more time.

Our unit was set up to develop
intelligence resources

inside Germany's Islamic community.

- That's why we're here.
- Oh.

And I thought you were here
because you fucked up in Beirut

and your friend Michael
Axelrod had no idea...

This banker, do we know
what Karpov wants from him?

Not yet and if we
move against him now,

the chances are we never will.

I think he knows what
he's doing, Otto.

Maybe you should let
him get on with it.

You have 72 hours to bring

this matter to a resolution,

if not, we will, with or
without your co-operation.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Where should we go?

Meet at the place on the corner?

Okay.

Uh, I'll catch up with you later.

Okay, we'll see you there.

Melik?

Did we have an appointment?

Annabel Richter, Mama.

Hello, Leyla. How are you?

Welcome to our house, Frau Annabel.

Nice to see you again.

Come in. Come in please.

Thank you.

The boy is good, Frau Annabel.
Do you understand?

If he has done something wrong,
it's because he had no...

Hello, Issa.

Uh, my name is Annabel Richter.

I am a lawyer.

I work with an organization
called Sanctuary North.

- Mmm, please?
- Okay.

Are you seeking asylum in Germany?

I make coffee.

There has to be a reason.

Either you cannot return
to your country of origin

because your life would be in danger

or you have been tortured.

Yes.

Yes, what?

I have been tortured.

Forgive me, but this is my job.

I want to believe you, but people
make this claim all the time.

I have to...

Who did this to you?

Roosskie.

I cannot help you unless
you are honest with me.

It's only a matter of time before the
German authorities will find you.

It's better for your case
if you go to them first.

- We can make a formal...
- I will never, never go back to Russia.

Please?

You will contact this man.

He will help me.

Mr. Thomas Brue.

Colonel Grigori Borisovich Karpov,

stationed in Chechnya, 1986.

He was involved with organized crime.

Big time. Drugs for arms.
White slave traffic.

You name it he was in to it.

Karpov died two years ago.

- And?
- He had a son.

Ivan.

Born, 1986 in Chechnya.

Mother unknown.

Good.

Fraulein Richter?

Please follow me.

Please.

What exactly is Sanctuary North?

I'm a lawyer.

Our clients are people who
have left their place of birth.

They are effectively stateless.

They are often traumatized.

What is it you want, Miss Richter?

A donation?

I'm sorry.

That was insensitive.

I'm here on behalf of a client.

His name is Issa Karpov.

Is the name known to you?

Karpov?

Mmm-mmm. No.

He is in possession of a letter
written by your father to his.

It makes reference
to a Mr. Lipizzaner,

as in the Spanish horses which are
born black but gradually turn white.

Yes.

This is a process I'm guessing
your bank is familiar with?

The letter contains a number.

Does it fit?

Does it fit what?

Is the number an account
reference in use at this bank?

I'm afraid my bank doesn't broadcast the
manner in which it does its business.

I'm sure that suits
your clients very well.

But if this number does pertain
to an account held at this bank,

it would have been established
quite some time ago.

I will need to check our records.

Once I have done so I will call you.

When?

My client's situation in Hamburg
is extremely sensitive Mr. Brue.

I'm sure.

He trusts you.

As, judging by the contents of
the letter, his father trusted yours.

Big boy.

Six...

Ah.

3448.

"Grigori Borisovich Karpov."

Sorry.

That's all right. I've given up.

Yeah? Good luck with that.

Yes?

Okay.

The Atlantic.

I'll be there.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Have something to drink?

Uh, glass of wine?

Uh, still water please.

Still water. Of course.

You frequent the Atlantic?

Uh...

Not your scene?

You said your client's situation
was sensitive, hence the hurry.

I can confirm that the
reference number you supplied

does pertain to an account
held at Brue Freres Bank.

Then he intends to make a claim.

Then tell him to bring
a large suitcase.

Of course he will need
to establish his identity.

My client entered the country
in difficult circumstances.

He has the letter.

- I will need to see it.
- Of course.

And in addition, he will need to
provide a certain instrument.

Which is?

I'm afraid I can't say,

but if your client is legitimate

he will know what I am talking about.

And if he has this instrument?

I see no difficulty in proceeding.

She's coming out.

Attractive.

Not my type.

What is your type, Günther?

You are, Irna. You know that.

Johannes-Brahms-Platz.

Hello, Tommy.

And you are?

My name is Bachmann.

I head an anti-terror unit

not many people know
about and even less like.

Let's walk.

Hamburg is one of the great
ports of the world, Tommy.

For centuries it opened its arms

to every foreigner who
washed up on its shores.

Now, since 9/11,

in the eyes of every dark-skinned man

we see someone who wants to kill us.

Problem is some of them do,

but the question is whether
Issa Karpov is one of them.

The lawyer.

Lawyer?

Annabel Richter.

The one you met at the hotel.
The one you'd like to fuck.

What? Not true?

You're too old for her,
Tommy. We both are.

See her, love her,
but you'll never get her,

not even with all that black money

you've got tucked away
in your bank vaults.

As far as I am aware,
Miss Richter represents

a client with a legitimate
financial interest with my bank.

Your bank does business
with the Russians, right?

It did. In my father's time.

Mafia?

Military mainly.

What's to stop me

from just walking away from this?

Whatever this is.

How about we start with
a full audit of your books?

But your father wasn't
just a banker, Tommy.

He was a laundryman.

You're threatening me?

Just sympathizing.

You've been left to
clean up the mess.

We have a job to do, Tommy.

You're going to help me do it.

Do what exactly?

Save Annabel Richter, for a start.

From what?

From all of it.

Hmm. I wasn't expecting you.

No?

Who were you expecting?

Bad day?

A few surprises.

Enjoy your scotch, Tommy.

And try not to fall over
on your way to bed.

Issa, it is somebody for you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

Issa.

This is Mr. Brue.

Morning.

Perhaps you could
show him the letter.

"My dear Karpov,

"as discussed,
please accept this letter

"as assurance from
one friend to another,

"that in the unfortunate
circumstance of your death

"I should be pleased to
acquaint your own dear son,

"Ivan Grigorevich Karpov,

"with our friend Mr. Lipizzaner.

"He need only present this letter,

"together with the
necessary instrument

"currently in your
possession for me to act.

"In case of my own death,

"my son Thomas will fulfill
my promise to you."

Forgive me. It's correct
signature of your father?

It is.

Should I address you
then as Issa or Ivan?

Issa.

It's my Muslim name and I like.

But not the one your father gave you?

My mother was Chechen.

I wish, sir, with your help,

to make an honorable life in Hamburg.

Very good,

but first, you understand there
are certain questions of fact.

I bring your attention to the
matter of the instrument.

May I ask how you came to
be in possession of this?

It was given to me by
my father's lawyer.

So it seems I am being asked

to fulfill one father's
promise to another.

It's true. Karpov was my father.

You weren't close?

My father was a murderer.

He has Chechen blood on his hands.

And yet you seem willing
enough to take his money?

I understand you came
here from Turkey,

by an informal route, shall we say?

May I ask, what you
were doing in Turkey?

I was in prison.

And before that?

I was in prison in Russia.

- Why?
- You don't need to answer that, Issa.

Why not?

Because it is immaterial.

To what, Fraulein Richter?

Your client...

He's your client, too, Mr. Brue.

Your client lays claim

to his father's account,

yet he has no passport,

cannot prove his identity.

He has the key and the letter,
what more do you want?

We couldn't hear
everything so well, Tommy.

So exactly how much are we talking about?

I can't tell you.

Not exactly.

A ballpark figure?

10,000, 100,000, 500,000?

We're talking

upwards of 10 million euro.

At least.

- Coffee.
- Yes, sir.

- Black.
- Right away.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

I want to make one thing clear.

I don't owe you anything.

What happened in Beirut?

You know what happened in Beirut.

My networks were blown.

So Hamburg is a punishment?

Depends on whether you like Hamburg.

Unless that's what you
want people to think?

Take some of the heat
off you so you can

get on with the real game.

Which is?

Dr. Faisal Abdullah.

Come on, Günther, we probably
know as much about him as you do.

What do you know, Martha?

We know you've been
watching him for months,

and we know you're under
pressure to get results.

And we know that the man moves money

through a network of Muslim charities

and every time he does,
some of it goes missing.

Dr. Faisal Abdullah is everything

we want him to be
and a little bit more.

He's tolerant, enlightened,
engaged with the West.

But every good man has a
little bit of bad, doesn't he?

And in Abdullah's case,

that little bit

just might kill you.

You know all that, how come he's
still walking the streets of Hamburg

and not rotting in some
cell in Guantanamo?

Because we think, we don't know.

The money leaves and we
don't know where it goes.

Anyways, on German soil he's got
the protection of German law.

That hasn't stopped you before.

We don't do that anymore.

You want us to do it, then.

I'm more interested in knowing
why you haven't done it already?

Please work with us
on this one, Günther.

I don't trust you.

Old habits die hard.

That's what I'm worried about.

I was talking about yours.

Have a nice day.

You too.

I got your text.

I...

I can't do this anymore.

Someone's going to find out.
I can feel it.

I'm frightened.

They are looking at me.

All of them.

I'm done. It's over.

I am not your spy. I am a student.

You cannot make me do this.

I never made you do anything, Jamal.

And I never will.

You know that.

When we first met,

you remember what we talked about?

You remember that?

Family, the future.

Most of us don't get
to choose, but you did.

You made the right choice.

It's not easy.

But there's no going back,

for any of us.

We can't undo what's done.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Come here.

You're my ears, Jamal,
and my eyes. I need you.

You're important to me.

Good.

- Hello?
- Tommy?

Yes.

You need to give Issa
Karpov what he wants.

Uh, Miss Richter?

Can we talk?

Perhaps we could go for a tea?

What do you want?

I've reconsidered
your client's position.

My bank is prepared
to honor his claim.

Why have you changed your mind?

Perhaps you convinced me.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Okay.

I'll be in touch.

Annabel?

We should take care.

All of us.

It is our religious
obligation to give.

This is the holy practice of Zakat,

one of the five pillars of Islam.

Through our adherence
to this practice of charity,

we are drawn nearer to God.

Günther, the banker called.
He did it.

Good.

Issa! Issa!

Wake up.

Where will you take him?

It's better if you don't know.

We have to go.

It's not safe to stay here.
For you or for them.

There are clothes in here.

There's also some
scissors and a razor.

Issa, they know what you look like.

Come on, Issa.

They're moving.

Where are we going?

My brother Florien has an
apartment that's being renovated.

He's arranged for them
to stop work for a week.

Where's the next station?

Okay.

We get out at the next stop.

We have to find another taxi, okay?

Hey.

You're blocking the street!

Hey.

Oh, fuck!

Hello?

Hello?

Against the wall!

Check the other rooms!

Ow! Stop!

Bedroom clear.

We're nearly there.

I wish to talk to Mr. Brue.

I spoke with him earlier tonight.

Issa, he says the bank
will honor your claim.

I do not want the money.

What?

Father's money is bad money.

But without it you have nothing.

I have God.

I brought you some food.

There's a sleeping bag
and some more clothes.

I'll be back first thing in the morning.

It is not a prison.

This was the best you could do, huh?

I am a cave dweller.

I'll leave the rooms
with a view to you.

You let Mohr off the leash?

He doesn't need me to give
him a reason to piss you off.

You've lost Karpov, haven't you?

I need the lawyer to move freely.

I don't have that kind
of influence, Günther.

We both know you have all the
influence you choose to have.

Look, if you want me to help you
on your way, you've got to tell me.

Tell me which way you're heading.

Last month a cargo ship left Cyprus.

It was carrying 1,000 tons of
donated grain bound for Djibouti.

It stopped to re-fuel on
the south coast of Yemen.

When it reached its destination
there were 900 tons left.

At the same time 100 tons of grain

mysteriously hit the open
market in the Yemen.

The money from its sale was
used to buy rocket launchers

for Islamist militants.

I think the shipping company
is an al-Qaeda front.

I think that's where
the missing funds

from Abdullah's charities are going.

You think, or you know?

Come on, Günther. Share.

Abdullah's not the bad guy.

He's our way to the bad guy.

A man supplies money that buys
weapons that kills Americans

and you're telling me he's a pal?

So maybe he's not waving the
flag of freedom and democracy

as enthusiastically as you'd like.

Okay.

- But he sees his people...
- Spare the lecture.

He sees his people being fucked
over from here to eternity.

I've heard that before, so...

Maybe a little bit of him
wants to return the favor,

but it's that little bit
that makes him so valuable.

Don't you see?

Okay. I understand. But that's
not what my people would say.

What would your people say?
Take him out? Kill him?

And then what have you got?

A great big fucking hole,
and who's going to fill it?

Nobody knows. You least of all.

So we all start looking again,

and tap-tapping around in the dark.

You want to own Abdullah,
is that what you want?

A man with your reputation
and your resources.

How are you going to do that?

Karpov has access to money.

That may be of interest to Abdullah.

And the lawyer?

He trusts her.

It's okay.

It's okay?

Dance.

- Trying to impress me, Günther?
- No.

Listen, I'll put Mohr
back on the leash,

but now you owe me.

Hey, Annabel.

Good to see you. How's Ursula?

No, no.

Let go. Let go of me!

Yes?

Okay?

- Yeah. Good.
- Yeah.

- Rasheed?
- Mmm-hmm?

You can't do this. I'm a lawyer.

This is criminal.

Sit the fuck down.

Lawyer?

You're a fucking social
worker for terrorists.

Cigarette?

That's right, you've given up.

Is that it?

Is that all the fight
you're going to give me?

Pacifist.

We know about you.

Left-wing lawyer.

Wealthy family.

Father's a judge.

Everything you do says
"fuck you" to him.

Is that the best you can do?

Can I go now?

Go where?

Go where?

Hmm?

Back to your self-righteous
friends at Sanctuary North?

But no one's going to saw
off their heads, are they?

Nobody's going to blow up their kids

because you're on a beach in Bali

or riding a train to school
in Madrid or London.

How fucking dare you?

How fucking dare me?

Tell me I've broken
every rule in the book?

That I've trampled on the
essence of the constitution?

You want to spout that crap?

Yes?

Do you know where you are?

No, you don't.

This is the real world, Annabel.

We are fighting against the radical
off cuts of a nation called Islam.

You've crossed the line.

You're on their side now.

Hello.

I don't care what you do to me.

But you're not the one we're
talking about, are you, dear?

Issa must be worried sick.

Wherever you've hidden him,

he's probably wondering if
you're ever coming back.

I hope he doesn't
do anything foolish.

Come, sit with me.

Come on.

There are people out there
who want to arrest him.

You know that of course.

We're concerned that they
will find him before we do.

There is a difference
between them and us.

They want to hurt him.

We want to help him.

You see, Annabel,
we're not your enemy.

We're your solution.

Good.

You know what my guys told me?

When they pulled you off the street?

You didn't put up a fight.

Not really.

You struggled a bit.

Screamed a little, but

you let them take you.

It's almost as if you
wanted it to happen.

You needed someone to
take it out of your hands

because you are out of
your depth, Annabel.

You know you can't save him,

not on your own.

Your choice is between us

and nobody.

The clock is ticking.

You know they'll find him,
and when they do,

he'll be on the first
plane back to Russia,

unless the Americans want him

and then we won't know
where he is and nor will he.

He doesn't want the money.

He just doesn't want it.

Half radical, half

rich kid.

Half Russian, half Chechen.

Loves his mother, hates his father.

You and I both know Issa Karpov
has no idea what he wants.

There is something else

you and I both know, don't we?

We both know he's innocent.

So what do you want?

I want to help him.

Issa?

Issa, I'm sorry.

I had a dream.

They took you. They tortured you.

And what happened?

Did I tell them where you were?

No.

You are stronger than I was.

You tell them nothing.

Go and put on something warm.

I want to show you something outside.

Okay.

Right.

Look at him.

He's safe.

There's a bed for you here.

It's better that you don't go home.

Herr Mohr and his boys
are still out looking for you.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

Yes.

How's Karpov?

Getting there.

And the lawyer?

I already got you all
the time I can get.

Beirut was our mistake.

One of our agents

blew your network and I know
you shared. We messed up.

Just thought you needed to know that.

We make that kind of mistake.

I can understand why
you don't trust us.

Your agents and contacts
were compromised.

Men who trusted you died,

and that stays with you always.

And all that damage

we leave behind.

All those lives,

all those empty rooms,

what would they have been for?

You ever ask yourself that question?

Why we do what we do?

Mmm-hmm, sometimes.

But I always come back
to the same answer.

And what is it?

Make the world a safer place.

Isn't that enough?

- Mmm-mmm.
- Mmm...

Move your queen.

Just because you're Russian,

doesn't mean you're a better
chess player than me.

I'm Chechen.

Okay, so you're good at chess.

Tell me something
else about yourself.

You said your mother is Chechen?

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

My father raped her.

She died when I was born.

She was 15.

It was my mother's.

It's beautiful.

You must go.

You can push him a bit more.

Try to get him emotional.

If it happens naturally,
lose your temper.

But he doesn't want the money.

I know.

But he wants you.

Günther?

You should take care.

Maybe we're pushing too hard.

Don't go soft on me, Irna.

There's no room for that on this one.

Tell me one where there was.

Morning.

Seventy people died in a
market in Baghdad yesterday.

Insha Allah.

God's will?

Or just a man who was arrogant
enough to kill in his name?

She's good.

Leyla and Melik have been arrested.

They may be deported,

because they were kind to you,

because they invited
you in to their home.

Explain it to me, Issa!

God's will?

Explain to me why that man who killed

those women and children in Baghdad

is any different from
your own father?

I came to Hamburg to make a new life.

No. You came to Hamburg
to find Mr. Tommy Brue.

You came to claim
your father's money.

I told you, I do not want his money.

Hmm.

Forgive me.

Maybe

there's a way to leave
your past behind, Issa.

- Take your father's money...
- Take your father's money,

- and turn it into something good.
- ...and turn it into something good.

Your goat is tethered.

It's just an ordinary pen.

Looks like a pen, writes like
a pen and listens like a pen.

Take it apart, it's still a pen.

Are you clear?

- Are you clear?
- Mmm-hmm.

You are acting on behalf of
a wealthy Muslim client.

We've been over this.

You are acting on behalf
of a wealthy Muslim...

Several times.

...who has come in to a
considerable inheritance

and the source of the
money is questionable.

He seeks to distribute these funds

in a spiritually correct manner.

For Christ's sake!

I'm not doing this for you.

Whatever it takes, Tommy.

Hello.

Put your arms up.

Bag?

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Mr. Brue?
- Yes.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

I'm Jamal.

My father is expecting you.

- Can you take off your shoes?
- Of course.

I'll take care of the coat.

Mr. Brue.

- Mr. Brue.
- An honor.

You have met my son Jamal?

Yes, and, uh, another
at the door, I believe.

Please sit.

Please.

As explained to you,

my client's situation
in Germany is delicate.

These are the details of his offer.

As you can see,
there are specific requests

for some money to
be sent to Chechnya.

Hospitals and schools.

Perhaps this is a joke?

You have added a zero to test me.

The figure is correct.

Where did this money come from?

It has come to him

in the form of an inheritance.

My client has come to
regard it as unclean

and seeks your guidance
in disposing of it

in a manner befitting your religion.

You're an honorable man,
I believe that.

But tell me, why should I trust you?

We must trust each other surely.

I am willing,
under my client's instruction,

to arrange for significant funds

to be transferred to you.

You are known as a religious man.

A trusted man.

I accept you will direct this money

to the purpose he intends.

Why this urgency?

My client's legal status
in Germany is insecure.

I would recommend you
accept this gift now,

because he may not be in a position

to offer it much longer.

Mr. Brue.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Doctor, this way, please.

Dr. Abdullah, may I introduce

your benefactor, Issa Karpov,

and his lawyer, Miss Richter.

I wish to speak with Issa alone.

Of course.

Miss Richter?

Please tell me,

why you have decided

to make this generous gift?

Are you under duress?

No.

Look at me.

It is unclean money, sir.

It belongs to a man who
has done great evil.

My father.

I wish to be free of him.

Whose sins do you renounce

by making this gift?

The sins of my father.

And your own sins?

I believe you feel lost,

without God or love.

You must choose the path of Allah.

Only then will you be truly
free of this burden.

I am satisfied, Mr. Brue,
that his offer is genuine.

Wonderful.

This is a list of charities,
with their banking details,

for your verification.

Please.

It seems in order.

I will await further instruction.

Michael.

Welcome to Berlin.

Everyone got my report?

Yes.

You need to concentrate on Burgdorf,

Ministry of the Interior.

The final decision will be his.

I'm going to need passports
for Karpov and the Turks.

We don't do passports.

He gave the lawyer his word.

I did, and this time I want
it to mean something.

It's up there.

We've checked every
name on the charity list.

They're all clean.

Herr Bachmann, please.

You're looking at me, at us,

but we don't exist,

not legally, not officially,

because German intelligence
needs a job to be done

that German law won't let it do,

so me and my people we stay small.

We stay on the streets.

We make the weather.

Our sources don't come
to us, we find them.

Uh, we become their friends.

Their brothers, their fathers,

their lovers, if we have to.

When they're ours, and only then,

we direct them at bigger targets.

It takes a minnow to
catch a barracuda.

A barracuda to catch a shark.

I don't fish, Herr Bachmann.

It's a metaphor, Erhardt.

Just a metaphor.

We take our time.

We watch. We wait.

We see what Allah provides.

Uh, well, this time
Allah has provided

Issa Karpov and his
ill-gotten millions.

As you can see from the
report my team has compiled,

Dr. Abdullah has provided an
extensive list of his favorite charities

to be the recipients
of those millions.

Each one of those charities
has been CIA cleared.

It is my belief he will replace

one of the names on
this list with another.

Seven Friends Navigation Company.

What kind of proof can you show us?

Proof is what we're looking for.

If this Abdullah,

if this barracuda, if I've
understood the metaphor,

takes the bait,

with what leverage will you
secure his cooperation?

On the negative, uh,

threat of prosecution, prison,

uh, public humiliation,
discrediting of his charities,

um, deportation of
his wife and children.

I choose the positive.

Amnesty, citizenship, for which he
has applied half a dozen times.

Now we are offering citizenship
to financiers of terror?

You are all familiar with
the operational plan?

We have three hours to apprehend
Abdullah and make him ours

and get him back home
before anyone notices.

And if he does not comply?

Then he's yours.

Do with him whatever you need to do.

And Issa Karpov?

He's to be left alone.

In my eyes it's unacceptable.

Find someone else to
parade before the cameras.

That was agreed.

He has our protection.

Martha, what is the
American perspective?

Maybe if you could define for us

what you think the long-term
objective would be.

What are we trying to achieve?

To make the world a safer place.

Isn't that enough?

Mr. Brue?

Tomorrow morning.

Thank you for letting me know.

How are you feeling?

Good.

You drop him at the bank
and then you disappear.

Do you understand?

You are forcing me to
betray my own father.

You are not betraying him.
You are saving him.

That is an act of love.

He's been granted asylum.

It was the best I could do.

I gave you Issa.

Issa gives you Abdullah.

What's next?

What will you do to him?

To Abdullah?

Yes.

Nothing bad.

I promise.

Look.

What does this mean?

It means you can stay.

I have something for you.

- Doctor.
- Hello, Mr. Brue.

This confirms the receipt of funds

from Mr. Karpov

in to your new account
we've set up here.

These are the charities you
specified with their bank details.

Each of the transfers is logged in
to our system and is ready to go.

Oh.

Would you please
check all the details?

The name of the account holders

and the money assigned
to each recipient

and then authorize each
one with your signature.

I would like to make a substitute.

I need to change a name.

Seven Friends Navigation Company?

Yes.

It is a shipping company,

but one whose business is charity.

We can have all the aid in the world

but it's worthless unless you can
get it to the people who need it.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes.

All right.

Your final signature.

Ah!

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

Unfortunately my son is delayed.

Allow us to call you a taxi.

- I'm going in.
- Good luck.

Right.

Yes.

Taxi for Brue Freres.

A pleasure.

As-salam.

My direction, Blankenese.

Ahhh!

Stay back!

Wait.

Stop! What are you doing?

- Wait.
- No!

No.

Issa!

- What's going on?
- No!

No!

Stand up.

No!

No!

Issa, no!

Stop it! No!

No, Issa!

Fuck!

Fuck!