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Jenny?

"Yes, Sven?"

I'm taking the car to the car wash.

"Oh, you're great."

Yeah, yeah, we do what we can, huh?

"Yeah, but you're just amazing, Sven Petzold." Yeah. Yeah!

Thank you, Jenny.

"Bye, Sven."

Forgot the rubbish.

"Yeah, yeah, no problem. It can happen, hmm."

Oh!

Stop!

- Get away! - What?

- Away from the garage. - Oh. Yeah.

- Back! Get back! - Okay.

Okay.

- Good. - Are you completely crazy?

Did you want to kill me?

Yeah.

I said I would, didn't I?

What?

- Is... Is that a fucking flamethrower? - Yeah.

Insane.

You're totally insane, right?

Sven, I need to know who I killed in the Big Eden.

I'm sorry?

Who did I kill in the Big Eden?

Uh... It's a bit tricky because the fact that you're obviously

someone who just blows a person away with a flamethrower

if they get on your nerves, I get that, but how does it usually work with you?

You dress up, you head out,

drink a Campari and orange, dance a little.

And then you just kill someone,

and you have no idea who the guy is or why.

Who would do such a thing?

An agent only knows as much as they need to know.

Uh-huh.

But that's very observant of you to know

what I had to drink that evening, by the way.

Yeah.

Right.

You tell me everything the Crime Squad has established about this case,

because I want to find out why I went to prison.

Honestly, you belong in the funny farm.

You come to my house, you nearly torch me, and you expect me to help you? Really?

Yeah.

I don't work with professional killers ever, okay?

And I don't ever work with class enemies.

Oh. At least, that's what I thought.

Times change.

Okay.

By the way, I just saved your life.

Look in the files.

Bye.

Insane. Completely insane.

They're criminals, all of them. Criminals trying to annex us.

I'll tell you one thing,

it's not going to the dogs without a fight.

I didn't dedicate my life to the service of freedom for that.

So we can be annexed!

Well, who else is gonna fix it?

Mielke's dead.

Killed by a cowardly criminal.

But this is the moment when we have to defend our values.

Do they know yet who murdered him?

Those who are in the know, know. Now shut up.

Well, it's turned out great.

- Do you want a bit more ointment? - Ointment?

What kind of ointment?

Where is the thing?

- What is it for? - You ask too many questions, Maik.

GDR ARMY

Duty calls.

I see.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Well, it's an industrial building, right?

And we want to make dancing an industry, you know?

Movement for the masses.

Well, Dopi's terrified now

that condensation will form and drop on his records.

You know that these are magic mushrooms?

Yeah, of course.

Good.

Did you know that witches in the Middle Ages used them to fly?

- Mmm. - I've wanted to fly since I was... zero.

If you can want something at zero.

That is the question, whether human beings have free will, huh?

Mmm.

Hi there.

Hello.

- I was looking for... - My grandpa, right?

Yeah. Is he there?

He's not here. He's in Cuba visiting comrades.

I'm his granddaughter. I'm looking after the house.

Hmm.

He never mentioned Cuba.

- I'll just come back another time... - I was joking.

As if Grandpa was on vacation.

Please come in.

I really don't want to put you to any trouble. I...

No! On the contrary. Grandpa is delighted to have visitors.

So, I'll take your coat. It's so warm.

Salve.

Just ignore him.

Please sit down?

Would you like something to drink? Grandpa has some brandy here.

He's always quite offended if I don't offer it to our guests.

It's midday.

That's okay. I'll just hang this up.

Grandpa has kindly gone to the market garden for me.

It's not far. I'm sure he'll be back in no time.

Of course, Grandpa is not at all thrilled about what's happening in our beloved GDR.

Nor am I, of course.

FEDERAL INTELLIGENCE SURNAME: GEIKE - GIVEN NAME: ANNE

But I have to say

that with all the flowers you can now buy everywhere,

I'm weakening a bit as well.

I mean, having flowers from all over the world is great.

Not always carnations and chrysanthemums.

No. Privets from Tuscany,

oxeye daisies from Genoa,

Strelitzia from Palma,

coppertips from Madagascar...

Thilo!

Away! Get away!

Behave yourself.

They're used to different things in the West.

The Foreign Ministry spends 200,000 Deutschmarks a year on flowers.

Just think of all the things we could have done with that in our GDR.

Did you know that?

No. But in any case, I don't understand cut flowers.

Three days, and then they wilt.

And all that stale water that's in the vase.

- Cheers. - Mmm.

- And when will Otto be back then? - Oh, I'm not entirely sure.

He's on foot.

Exercise is good for him. He's realised that at last.

You look very good for your age.

- Mmm. - You do any sport?

A little.

What?

Hiking, gym, occasionally aerobics...

Ah, you're from the West.

- How so? - "Aerobics."

- We call it "pop gymnastics." - Hmm.

How do you know my grandfather? From work?

- No. - Hunting?

In the broadest sense.

Ah.

The market garden closed.

You think anyone here still sticks to closing times?

Or to anything else, for that matter?

Thanks very much for your hospitality.

Mm-hmm.

I think that I'll come in the morning to visit you.

Shall I give my grandpa a message from you?

What's your name?

Shit!

Thilo?

Oh man, I guessed as much.

Look at me.

- Okay, you'll live. - Okay.

Okay, we'll take you to bed.

Right, let's go.

Okay, one, two, three, up!

And the lady with the ring?

She was from West German Intelligence. She won't be back.

Sorry.

She didn't like any flowers.

There's a hole in me.

Uh-huh.

- Okay. - These flowers have no smell.

So hard.

I can't move.

Sleep well.

"Sleep well"?

- Anne? - This is head office.

Ms. Geike is on sick leave. Give your report tomorrow, please.

Hmm. As you wish.

Hello, this is Radio Free Berlin with some breaking news.

GDR authorities have announced that top government minister Erich Mielke

will now get a state funeral.

Margot Honecker, better known in these parts as "The Purple Witch,"

will give the eulogy.

And now we continue on our merry way with Volker and the...

Evening.

I have to go back to the archives.

- Work, eh? - I see.

Yeah.

And you, Sven?

Working too?

Thought you'd quit.

Shit.

Hermann...

What can I tell you?

Sooner or later in every man's life, the time comes when you...

Hermann sees everything, but Hermann doesn't care.

I get my pension in two weeks' time.

- Okay. - Okay.

REOPENING OF THE "BIG EDEN" CASE - 1989

- I don't understand this. - Hmm?

Why did they drop the case so quickly even though they had no idea

who the guy was that was assassinated?

No idea. Maybe they knew something that we don't.

That's even worse. This whole case stinks to high heaven.

- You know what's weird? - Hmm?

- Look at this suit. - Yes. I already have, okay?

No, look. Notice anything?

No.

- It's brand-new. - Yeah, well...

Yeah, sure, full of piss and all that. But look. The material shows no wear.

Here. The pockets are still sewn together. Look here. Even the label's still on it.

I dunno, maybe he was the kind of guy

who didn't care about pockets and all that.

If you don't care, you don't buy a suit for 2,500 marks.

Yeah. Maybe he'd only just bought the suit because he was in a hurry.

Or he was the kind of guy

who didn't usually wear such expensive suits.

- Uh-huh. - Did you see this number?

No.

It's a phone number.

- Could be. - Freddy, it's a telephone number.

There's absolutely no mention of it in the files. It wasn't even approved.

We have to find out what that number is.

Hey, buddy, you realise you're not allowed to take files away?

Yeah. That's why I made photocopies.

Ow.

Oh. Is that a hammer?

Fu...

Let him go.

Watch out, she's an assassin.

But you are too, huh?

Uwe?

Let him go.

Stay nice and calm, Kleo, or I'll shoot the moron.

Yeah, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Hmm.

- In there. - What?

- In, in. - Right.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Do you think that I'm stupid? Don't bullshit me.

What are you saying?

Where are you going?

I'm going to the swimming pool.

Okay, I'd prefer it if you took things a bit easier.

We can make ourselves comfortable. Lie down in front of the television.

- I'll cook something nice. - Andi, I'm not sick.

Give it to me, will you?

Oh, leave it.

Fucking dungarees.

You stress me out.

Having to put up with you.

What? What did you say?

That swimming calms me down.

And you're the only thing stressing me out right now.

Why on earth would you say that?

Andi, I'm not an idiot.

Suddenly you don't come one night to the house.

All of the telephone calls. And the woman from the housing authority.

And you didn't come to bed last night either.

Anja, come on, you know I love you.

Yeah? Then don't jeopardise it.

Ah...

"It calms me down."

Broken?

Why don't you pick up the phone when I call you?

Uwe was at my place.

What? Did he... Did he hurt you?

Oh, he tried to kill me.

He took Thilo away as his hostage.

He used to have some sort of strange garage. You know where it is.

- Uh... - Hello? Tongue got stuck or something?

Where is the garage?

MARGOT SAYS: MIELKE WAS MURDERED BY THE BND

I'm sorry, but I can't help you.

I mean, 1987, that's ages ago.

And Giorgio Armani charcoal grey is what everyone buys.

Okay. Um...

But you have, erm... your private telephone number on the label.

- Hmm. - Maybe you'd remember something like that?

Yeah, but not necessarily every one.

Uh-huh. Okay. Um...

Then, uh... let's go over some of the details.

Uh...

Six-foot-four, uh... between 30 and 35.

Slim, short dark hair,

three-day stubble, attractive.

Yeah, um... Good.

That describes most of the ones I give my number to.

Oh, yeah?

Mmm. Okay.

Duh, buh, duh, duh, duh, buh, duh... Ah.

But often there are people you don't like so much, right?

I mean, were there any, er... um... striking features that you maybe...

Jesus, Mary, and Josephski. You gotta be shitting me.

What's this?

A camera.

A camera. I can see that.

Excuse me, but as you can see, we're a luxury boutique.

Do you know how many people come here and steal something?

- Of course we take our precautions. - With a camera?

Through the mirror?

- Hmm? - Okay.

We can do this the easy way,

or Freddy and I can go back to the precinct, get a search warrant,

come back,

tear the whole shop apart,

all the receipts, all the invoices,

and we'll take a really close look at the camera stuff.

That's the deal.

And so, what's it gonna be?

- Shit, what's he doing now? - No idea.

- Sh, sh. Search warrant, was that right? - Yeah, it was.

- I've always wanted to say that. - Uh... yeah.

There you go.

Hmm. Hmm. Ooh.

Hmm. You, uh... um,

photograph them

naked?

- No. Only in their underwear. - Ah, er... Pardon.

Of course, just in their underpants.

Yeah. I would never take photos of anyone without their underwear.

The pictures are just for me privately. I'm a collector.

- I don't do anything with them... - Okay.

- Yes, that's, uh... - Like stamps.

Yeah, they're like, uh... Yeah, like stamps...

They... They're also very, um...

That's...

This is him.

Him, here.

May I? Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

July '87.

An exciting time in the city, celebrating Berlin's 750th anniversary.

The city was full of tourists.

He was a very attractive man but strange.

Strange? Why strange? What was strange about him?

He was in a real rush. He took the first suit right away

even though a 38 would have fitted him much better.

And he left his old clothes behind,

paid with freshly printed notes, hardly said a word.

And then there was the issue with the suitcase.

- What suitcase? - Here, at the bottom.

He kept watching it like a hawk.

I... I tried to push it to the side just once,

but he made a show.

- Who knows what was in it? - Okay.

But okay, we mustn't forget, it was a different time.

It wasn't every day

that East German citizens went shopping on the Kurfürstendamm.

East German citizens? Why's that?

The suitcase was a typical East German product. Bright red.

- Not just fake leather, Lederol. - Oh.

It was only made in the GDR.

Rubberised on one side, a rather cheap viscose fibre yarn.

And God knows, we have really exclusive luggage on sale here,

but there was no way he wanted to be parted from his suitcase.

I wanted to push it away from the mirror, but that... Oh.

Thank you.

You are a treasure!

GDR!

Mmm. Mmm.

Can I take this one? Hmm?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

I'd gladly give you my private number just in case,

in case you have any more questions or whatever.

Hmm.

I'm Merkus.

- Sven. - Freddy.

- That's why I joined too. - Mm-hmm.

You understand? For peace. That's why we built the Wall as well.

CAUSTIC POTASH POTASSIUM HYDROXIDE

Of course, we were aware of examples of political deception, huh?

- I mean, beforehand. Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Well then. Yeah.

Right.

We just have to see it through, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Tilt your head back a little, like that.

Thilo!

Get down!

Mmm.

Kleo, hey, fantastic.

What is going on today?

Okay.

Come on, we're going home, Thilo.

Huh. Look, Halloren chocolates.

Hi.

Uh... Is this meant to be a joke, by the way? Hmm...

- Eyes to the front. - Okay.

As a kid, I found a shark's tooth on the beach,

and I found it so funny because I thought,

somewhere out there, a shark's swimming around with a tooth missing.

Did you find anything out?

Yes.

Quite a lot, in fact.

So why didn't you call me immediately? Instead, I had to call you.

I have no idea if I officially work for you.

So far, I haven't received a contract, nothing at all.

Okay, right. The guy from the Big Eden was likely an East German.

Stasi or foreign intelligence service, no idea.

Anyway, he was seen on that day with a red suitcase, which he...

...didn't let out of his sight.

And where was this suitcase?

- Obviously it wasn't in the Big Eden. - No idea.

- I made some inquiries about you. - Oh yeah?

Up to now, things haven't gone so well professionally. Right?

What can I tell you?

At 19, I became a daddy.

For a while, that was my absolute priority.

And then when I wanted to get back in the game, it only led to the Fraud...

Fascinating.

Mmm.

Kleo Straub has all the necessary contacts in the Stasi.

She knows the faces, she knows the names, she knows the structures.

So, if anyone can find out where this suitcase is, she can.

Earn her trust,

then you'll get your contract. Okay?

Hmm?

Okay.

We'll talk soon.

Shark's teeth grow back.

Your gap-toothed shark doesn't exist.

Oh!

Come on.

Man.

That was really close.

I almost got fried by the cunt. Cunt!

Listen, how stupid are you, taking the guy hostage?

Yeah, because he saw me. I was just about to liquidate him.

- Do you know how close that was? - "How close that was?"

To take care of Kleo was the order.

Yeah, I know. She's tough. She's tough.

I told you, get rid of her.

You stupid moron. You'll screw up the whole mission.

Have you any idea what they'll do to us if things go wrong?

I'm well aware of that, for God's sake!

Yeah. And now?

Now you have to help me.

Jenny?

WENT OUT, MAYBE FOR A WHILE!

Got the place to myself. Mmm.

I'm a papa bear, yeah.

Bang!

And what did you find out?

Can I have some juice?

Juice?

I thought I made myself quite clear the last time, didn't I?

Hmm?

What're you doing here? Why should I work with you?

What do I get out of it?

Because you could go down in world history? How about that?

Mmm...

Yeah, go on.

Good.

You were right about Wieczorek, Blum, and Mielke.

You were also right about them putting me in prison,

and I don't know why, and the key might lie here

because I know it must have something to do with some kind of conspiracy,

something that involved the Stasi, West German Intelligence,

and probably the CIA as well. And this thing is so big that,

to this day, they've needed to stop it coming out.

Yeah.

A conspiracy involving the CIA, Stasi...

- Mm-hmm. - ...and the West German Intelligence?

Hmm.

When we work together, then we follow my rules.

All right?

My rule is,

you don't kill any more people.

That is not okay.

Your rules?

Yeah.

Good.

Team?

Uh... No more dead people?

No dead people.

Then a team.

- An East German? - With a suitcase.

Why was I meant to kill an East German citizen?

No idea. You tell me.

What's this?

Halloren chocolates.

Mmm!

Okay, right,

what's an East German doing with a brand-new suit

in a West Berlin disco where he's killed by the Stasi?

He must have been a defector then.

Why else should I kill him?

Mmm. Okay.

So we have an alleged defector who, shortly before his assassination,

was seen with a suitcase, which he didn't let out of his sight.

Maybe the handover was meant to take place there.

Of course, the handover!

Good, good, good, good, good, the handover.

Right, we're in the middle of a spy story. Secret services, defectors.

What spy story doesn't involve a suitcase sooner or later?

Right? Right.

Our next step must be to find out where this suitcase is

and what's in it.

You dumbass!

What, Kleo? Wait a minute.

Oh shit! Shit!

Hello?

- God. What happened? - Are you okay?

- Yeah. Good evening, guys. - Good evening.

Petzold from Fraud. Um...

- Where's the woman? - Where's Mark?

What woman? Uh...

We were told you were being threatened by a woman.

- No. - Where's the woman?

- There's no woman here. Erm... - Where's the woman with the gun?

Jenny, everything's fine. There's no woman.

- Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm just...

You don't mind if we take a look?

- But I saw her. - Uh... No, no, no. Excuse me, please.

I'm really sorry.

I'm afraid my wife has a really big problem with jealousy,

especially after she's had something to drink. I wish it was a joke. It's...

- Have you had anything to drink? - What?

Yes, she has. I'm sorry.

You have more important things to do. Thanks for getting here so quickly.

All right. Thanks very much. Have a nice evening, yeah?

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

- Have a nice night. - Thank you.

All units. We have an incident outside...

Jenny, wait, please. Jenny, wait. Just a moment!

- Jenny. Please, let me explain... - I'm sick of all this shit.

- I've had enough! - You're not listening.

All the time! All the lies! All the bull! I've had it!

Stop it!

I'll get it.

Wolf?

It's me. I've got new information. Come to the Tacheles right away.

Andi?

Tomorrow late shift?

All right. Thanks.

Hey. Hey.

- A word? - Mm-hmm.

All that police business was a huge misunderstanding.

Jenny, my girlfriend, she, um... thought I was in danger because you

are dangerous.

But I haven't told anyone anything. Really.

So please don't put me back on one of your hit lists.

I... I want us to carry on working together

because I really think we

are a quite... cool... team together.

So...

Good.

Hmm.

Okay.

Yeah, I mean, Jenny's thrown me out now,

and...

You can crash on the sofa.

On that sofa or...

TELEPHONE

Pick up.

- Yeah? - It's me, Uwe.

You owe me a new garage, comrade.

Okay. I know a few things that might interest you.

Uh-huh.

What things?

I know why the Firm sacrificed you.

You assassinated a guy in the Big Eden. Then mistakes were made.

I also know why Andi didn't come last night.

How do you know that?

Who are you working for?

You can choose where to meet, Kleo.

Together we can turn things around.

Okay.

Somewhere with lots of people.

Café International. Now.

Stop knocking, you cunt, and wait your turn!

- Wolf. - Café International. Club Cola.

What's that all about?

Are you fuck buddies?

- What? - Are you fuck buddies, Kleo and you?

What's that got to do with you?

No.

I'm not her fuck buddy either.

Doesn't seem to be her thing.

Want breakfast? I have ready-to-bake rolls.

Where's Kleo?

Mmm.

Just left.

- What? - Just left.

Where to?

Uh... Café International.

- And why was she going there? - No idea. She didn't say. Mmm.

She doesn't like questions and doesn't like fuck buddies.

Can you stop saying "fuck buddy"?

Do you like to party?

You look like you do.

Hey, I might be opening a club soon.

Techno.

I really do need a smoke machine.

Do you know how much a smoke machine costs?

I have no idea.

What word do you use for "fuck buddy"?

- You got a gun on you? - Of course.

- You? - Yeah.

Are you wearing a wire?

Don't be stupid.

Show me.

A striptease or what?

All right.

Show me.

Excuse me?

Good.

Could we have a menu?

Socialism isn't finished.

We won't be annexed.

We were never friends, but now it's just us.

"Us"?

Uwe, what on earth are you talking about?

Open your eyes.

There is no "us."

- What can I get you? - Nothing for me, thanks.

- Club Cola. - Thanks.

Now tell me everything you know.

What mistakes were made then, and what about Andi?

The GDR gave us everything.

Socialism made us who we are.

We mustn't hide it.

We do lots better than the capitalists.

Hmm? Even our Club Cola is better.

All that sugar in Westerners' brains...

Uwe!

You're not seriously telling me you don't know who you're fighting for.

Who your real comrades-in-arms are.

You were always the first in line, at the very front. Right, Kleo?

"Always ready," hmm?

Shit!

Oh my God!

Move, move, move, move!

Shit!