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A NETFLIX SERIES

What's this?

Popp.

Local housing authority.

We have reason to believe that the water is contaminated. Um...

Could I?

Come on in.

Just through here.

So the bathroom's here.

Everything's fine with the water, actually.

- Not a bit cloudy? - No.

- Taste of lead? - Mm-mm.

But the gas boiler is making strange noises.

Like, doosh, doosh, doosh, doosh.

Housing authority, water.

Good day.

Good day.

- Um... everything's fine, actually. - Would you like a drink?

Yeah, yeah.

Kleo.

You are...

I... I... I've, uh...

I can explain everything. Um, uh...

Yes. Um, may... maybe there is

something wrong with the boiler. It makes a knocking sound.

Hmm.

Yes, they're unreliable things, these boilers.

Hmm.

Sometimes switching it off helps.

Hmm...

I'll come back another time and take care of it.

Till next time.

Kleo, wait!

Where were you?

- I can explain everything. - Yeah? Explain away then.

Hmm?

Kleo, please think about it.

I have thought about it, for three years now.

I looked everywhere for you, but you just disappeared.

Hmm.

And you didn't wonder where I was?

What? Of course.

But you know how things worked.

Questions weren't allowed.

And because questions weren't allowed, you just had me replaced?

No, Kleo.

I wrote you so many letters.

A hundred, a thousand.

They were all returned. I can show you if you want.

They gave me hell for it in the Firm.

I was transferred, demoted.

They'd have strung me up by the balls if I'd carried on.

That would have been the best thing for you to do.

Yeah?

Who's responsible for this?

Comrade Colonel.

It was Wieczorek.

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Oh. Stop there, please.

ID papers.

But of course.

All clear.

Yeah?

Good afternoon. Sven Petzold from the Crime Squad.

From the West?

Yeah.

- Are you allowed here in the East? - Yeah, yeah.

Erm... I'm looking for a Ms. Kleo Straub. Does she live here?

No, she's not here anymore.

Okay.

Is it okay to come in?

- May I? - Can I say no?

No.

Okay.

Wow.

Sorry, I have to take a shit.

But I'll come right back in a second.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Do you know Ms. Straub?

No, I'm just the new tenant.

- Whose clothes are these? - ♪ Say, oh yeah, oh yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, oh yeah ♪

You're from the West, right?

Lengerich, around there? But it's kind of cool here.

And the apartments cost nothing. Everyone's run off to the West.

All right, listen up, this here, I'm confiscating it, yeah?

Here is my card,

for you if

Kleo Straub shows up again.

- Yeah, sure. - Yeah?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

He drove into a bridge on the autobahn to Prenzlau.

But it wasn't an accident.

He killed himself and his wife.

Don't be like him, Kleo.

Just leave it all behind you. Please.

No.

You know, Kleo, I... I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

It messed me up.

Really messed me up.

But... somehow, I had to...

And me and Anja, that...

Kleo?

What happened to our child?

♪ Then came the enemy bullet ♪

♪ During such a beautiful game ♪

♪ With a courageous smile ♪

♪ Our little trumpeter fell ♪

♪ With a courageous smile ♪

♪ And our little trumpeter fell ♪

♪ We grabbed our picks and our spades ♪

♪ And dug his grave in the morning ♪

♪ And those who liked him the most ♪

♪ Laid him down quietly to rest... ♪

- I went to the cinema. - Yeah?

Driving Miss Daisy. It was really good.

- Who was in it? - Uh... Some Black guy.

Never seen him before. But it made me cry.

Now.

Svenny, don't. You know Böttger. Leave it. It's not good.

Just you wait.

Svenny.

What is this?

Back in '87. The murder at Eden.

- I've got the perp. - Oh no, you can't be serious.

She comes from the East. That's why we didn't find her.

And this is her.

Petzold, I don't know what's up with you, but I've explained it a thousand times.

There was no murder, there is no perpetrator.

Right, because this woman is not just an ordinary woman.

This woman's name is Kleo Straub.

Kleo was very...

She sold the blueprints

for our entertainment electronics to the West

and then claimed that she worked all along for the "Eyes and Ears" on the quiet.

- What? - The Stasi. HVA.

- The Directorate of Reconnaissance. - What the...?

The Foreign Intelligence of the Stasi. Division 18.

- The minister's task force. - "Task force."

Responsible for "special problems."

"Responsible for special problems."

I mean, "special problems"?

That's all I'm saying.

Special problems? What kind of special problems?

This woman was a Stasi assassin

who had the job of bumping people off in West Berlin.

Uh-huh. I see.

This here is, uh... another one of your special cases, hmm?

What?

Uh, no.

Yes, like the story about the animal welfare group

smuggling cocaine to Berlin in parrots.

Okay, I was wrong about that,

but this is true, Mr. Böttger. This is true.

Have you got any proof?

At the moment I'm in... in "feeling" phase. But if I had a bit more time...

Petzold, listen up, hmm? Listen up.

I'll explain it to you again really slowly so you can write it down.

The case has been lying in the files for three years now.

That's where it's staying.

Do as I say. You'll stop all this shit and kindly get on with your job.

End of conversation.

I'm not one of those people who always says, "I told you so."

- Freddy, shut up, will you. - Relax. Here, have a piece of cake.

Hmm?

You know what I'll do?

Hmm?

I'm going to Stasi HQ to solve this fucking case.

Oh yeah? Because the GDR secret service...

I don't give a shit about them. I've gotta do something, okay?

Hello.

What... What are you doing?

We're going on a little trip.

Let's go.

Who would have thought that was possible?

And the minister?

They arrested him. He's in Hohenschönhausen prison now.

In his very own prison. Absurd.

Finished.

Good.

- Those are? - Uh... size five.

Ah, too small.

Your money?

It's there.

Your son?

Grandson.

Cutie.

"Now I'm baking, tomorrow I'm brewing,

the morning after I'll take the queen's child."

I'll keep it just in case.

Good.

- Comrade? Katharina Litt, Division 18. - Yep, sure.

Sven Petzold, Criminal Investigation.

I'm investigating a murder,

and I need to speak to your superior urgently, please.

- From the West, yeah? - Yeah.

Turn off the engine, get out of the car.

- What? But I just need to... - Get out.

Hi there, Comrade Colonel.

Ah.

Always nodding. Nodding away.

"Yes. Yes, sir."

"Yes, Comrade Colonel."

"Yes, sir."

Mmm...

Mm-hmm.

"For Ludger on his 50th birthday. Walter Blum."

WALTER BLUM 1ST SECRETARY OF THE COMMUNIST PARTY

Well, well.

Hmm.

Happy birthday.

It's really ugly.

You've got "shush-pay."

Huh. Don't you mean "chutzpah"?

That's right.

I have served for 29 years

as my proletarian honour demands.

The Ministry of State Security.

I've given everything.

My life. My marriage.

And now?

Look around you.

They're disbanding us.

We're being dumped like shit.

Hmm.

Boo!

You dumb cow!

I'm sick of it.

That's why I would actually give you what you are asking for.

I'd tell you whether this woman worked for us or not, but...

But what?

I can't do it, because I have no idea.

The files are not here.

And soon we'll be gone.

Yeah.

Mmm... so this... this woman was in Reconnaissance, Division 18.

Is there anything that anyone can tell me about this?

Well, um... thanks for the cake, yeah?

You're welcome. Pleasure.

Colonel Ludger Wieczorek.

What was that?

- Wow, um... Ludger Wieczorek. - Yeah.

Where would he be?

You won't find him.

He's dead.

Uh-huh.

Thanks.

Ow, ah...

Ooh. Blum. Walter Blum.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Thanks very much. - Have a nice day.

You've got something on your nose.

"Thank you."

That's okay.

Hmm.

Right.

The former General Secretary Erich Honecker and his wife Margot

are reported to have left their apartment in Wandlitz.

Mrs. Honecker? Mr. Honecker, I have a question.

Please.

A question for TV. A moment, please. Mrs. Honecker...

Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to speak to them.

Mr. Honecker? Yes, over here. I... I've got a question.

Moscow. The first McDonald's fast-food restaurant

in the Soviet Union

opened on Wednesday in Moscow's Pushkin Square.

This branch is the biggest of more than 11,000 sales outlets...

Okay.

Yeah.

Destruction isn't negative.

You have to destroy things to build something new.

A wrecking ball, I always say.

We need space to grow.

The GDR no longer exists.

Just think what's possible today!

A new society,

without capitalism or socialism.

Money has to go first.

We'll change to a barter economy.

If everyone gives, they can take something too.

Oh hi!

I, uh...

This is DJ Dr. Pill Peddler.

- Dopi's fine, doll. - Come with me to mine.

- What? - Come with me to mine.

I, uh...

"Felix Dzerzhinsky."

"Takifugu poecilonotus."

Sixty-eight Gagarin Street, Walter Blum.

Sixty-eight Yuri Gagarin Street, Walter Blum.

Sixty-eight Gagarin Street.

Oh, wicked.

You live here now?

It's my grandpa's.

Hang on a sec.

What are you doing?

We're not gonna fuck?

No.

Oh, okay. I thought you Easterners were...

Oh, doesn't matter.

- What we gonna do instead of fucking? - Nothing.

You'll sleep by me.

Don't like being alone.

Here.

If you mess with me or tell anyone anything about what happens here,

then your life will be over.

Do you get that?

Of course.

Good. Put these on and come.

Hmm.

Real old-school, huh?

Yes?

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Comrade Blum?

I work for the Ministry, sir.

I must tell you something.

It's about a mutual friend.

Uh... this is Party Secretary Blum?

Yes.

Yeah.

Thank you. Thank you, Comrade Blum.

And you are?

I was in Reconnaissance, Division 18.

And now I've heard about Comrade Colonel Wieczorek.

Yes, awful. Awful, awful.

It... It's awful and quite incomprehensible to me.

- I... I just can't understand it. He... - Come in. Come in.

Oh, thank you. Thank you. Yes. Thank you.

Yes, come on in.

You know, I'm... I'm really lost for words because Comrade Wieczorek

was always so full of energy.

Our Comrade General Secretary is being treated like a criminal.

So awful.

Mmm... You have a seat.

Oh. Thank you. Thank you, Comrade Blum.

Can I maybe offer you something?

No, no, no, no, no. Please don't go to any trouble.

Well, this business with Wieczorek is bad.

- Bad. Really bad. - It's bad.

Well, I'd have put all these counter-revolutionaries

- up against the wall. All of them. - Yep.

Yeah.

The Comrade Colonel would still be alive.

- Tell me about it. - Anyway...

- Uh, you wouldn't like something? - Oh, well... one of those bread rolls?

Oh, they're good Eastern rolls.

- Yes. - Mm-hmm.

Then, uh... I can have one?

Thanks. Thanks so much.

Could I... Could I maybe have the egg?

Yeah?

Thank you.

My mum used to say eggs are

so gratifying to eat, yeah?

Well, she's right.

Tell me, what did you actually do in Division 18?

I was on the... the minister's "special issues" task force. May I?

What was your name again?

Kleo Straub.

Marzahn police station, who am I talking to?

Hello, police here.

Um... My name is Sven Petzold.

And, um... this is an emergency.

Yes, hang on a moment.

No, wait, listen...

Would you like maybe a cup of real coffee?

Hmm.

Mmm... Yes, maybe, now that you mention it.

And you and the colonel, you were good friends, right?

Not at all.

We just met through business, from shaking hands.

Hmm. I see.

Oh! Oh!

Lovely gift.

So personal.

You knew the Comrade Colonel loved his Laika so much

just from shaking hands? Amazing.

It's me again. What's going on?

Uh... Nothing's happened yet, but something's just about to happen,

most likely a murder.

- Give me your exact location. - Uh...

Gagarin Street.

- Gagarin Street. Number 68... - That's not my area.

- I'll put you through to my colleagues. - Ah.

What do you want?

Hmm. The Comrade Colonel had me put away in prison,

and I'd like to know the reason.

- What's that got to do with me? - Uh...

You tell me.

No, this isn't a joke. Do I sound like I'm fucking joking?

Gagarin Street. Number 68. Now come on.

We need sugar.

"Ten tame goats pulled ten hundredweight of sugar to the Zittau train."

I'll get some sugar.

Fuck!

Holy shit!

Shit.

Fuck.

Hello! Here!

Over there! There! There!

Someone fell out of the window.

- Fuck! What took you so long? - Calm down.

Hey. Your grandpa's old clothes are super cool, huh?

What are you doing?

I'm thinking.

About what?

Freak Brothers.

Hey, Dopi said Freewheelin' Franklin's star sign is Cancer.

That's total bullshit, right?

Well, Phineas is Leo. There's a victory sign written here.

Fat Freddy, obviously Taurus Ascendant, I don't know, Pisces or Aquarius.

But Freewheelin' Franklin Cancer?

He has zero sensitivity.

Ow.

Sagittarius, Leo Ascendant. Look, right here.

Look at it, he's giving the world the stinky finger.

A Cancer would never do that.

- Pralina reception. This is Wolf. - Andi? Wieczorek lives.

What?

He's alive?

Kleo, Wieczorek is dead.

You saw his grave.

That's weird.

I found a photo of him. He's in Mallorca looking very much alive.

Perhaps... Perhaps it's an old picture.

How could it be?

Before the border was opened.

And if someone's feeling suicidal about the demise of their country,

do they go to Mallorca to drink coffee?

No.

Wieczorek lives.

- And he's doing pretty damn good. - What are you going to do now?

I'm going there.

Kleo, if his death was staged,

then he didn't plan it on his own.

That means the KGB are in on this.

And you know our colleagues,

they don't think twice.

They'll get rid of you without batting an eyelid.

KGB? Hmm... What is that?

Köstritzer Great Beer?

It's not funny. You don't stand a chance against them.

You don't want to pick a fight with Moscow, you hear me?

Not yet.

This is what we'll do,

I'll ask around among our comrades and find out what happened. I promise.

So, does that mean we're a team?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yes, it does. Just on one condition.

You don't go to Mallorca, and you're careful, yeah?

Roger that.

I won't go to Mallorca.

Good.

Goodbye, comrade.

Good.

Look after yourself.

Look.

If I practice a bit more, I'll be able to give myself a blowjob.

- Hmm. - Another ten centimetres.

What's that?

- Thilo? - Oh, I forgot.

This guy turned up at my apartment and asked about you.

I didn't say anything.

- Goddamn it. - I didn't tell him anything.

Blum... party secretary.

Sven?

- Huh? - Where were you all night?

I slept in the car. I couldn't get away. She makes poison from puffer fish.

She just threw a guy out the window.

She's completely crazy.

Who?

- The Stasi assassin. - Which Stasi assassin?

What do you mean, which one? My Stasi assassin. The one from Big Eden.

- What are we having to eat? - Hmm? Oh, right. Shit. Uh...

Is it my turn to cook, yeah?

It was already your turn to cook yesterday.

Can you maybe, uh... um... Okay.

Come on, we'll make pasta or something. That's quick.

There's no evidence at all of who the guy was back then.

The guy today was party secretary. How the two are connected, no idea.

What I do know is that it was the same woman.

I was in her apartment and took some clothes away with me.

She had that dress on in Big Eden.

Pretty.

Morning.

Evening.

Hmm!

So nice of you to get up.

Yes, my sleeping pattern is a bit off.

And why don't you just arrest her?

Someone in the GDR? I just can't arrest them.

Hmm.

Anyone want garlic bread?

Oh, really? We're just cooking.

- Ah. One's fine. - Put it back right now.

Just do it.

Oh, just one, Dad. I'll get it.

- You see, the thing... - Um...

Give me your hand, my little brother.

I'm Rosa Luxemburg.

And you are?

Mark Petzold.

Is a Felix Dzerzhinsky here?

No.

Shame.

Goodbye, Mark.

Yeah, really. Uh... It's all still there.

What do your colleagues say of your investigations?

Well, Böttger doesn't really believe me, but, bah...

Who was it?

Someone called Rosa Luxemburg.

Looking for a Felix Dzerzhinsky.

Fold it, punch it,

file it, go home again.

Come out.

I know who you are, and I know what you do.

Dad, what's going on?

Nothing.

Go back inside.

What's up with you?

Just had a crazy trip, you know.

Here, take one.

They melt in your head, not in your hand.

Head, not mouth.

Funny, huh?

Tell me, Thilo, what's the quickest way to Mallorca?

You don't want to go to Mallorca.

Did I say that? I lied then.

Air Berlin.

Air Berlin are Yankees.

I won't fly with Yanks.

I'll find another way.

PARLIAMENT OF THE GERMAN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC

What?

Hello, sir.

One moment.

What about her?

Yes, sir.

Goodbye.

Cunt.