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THE FUNCTION ROOM RESTAURANT

Dear comrades,

I'm happy we've finally come together

to organise our anti-imperialist counter-attack in concrete terms.

The goal of our collective has to be

to activate the organisational structures of Operation Ludsch.

To implement them accordingly on West German territory

and thus to connect the Federal Republic to the GDR.

We've started making contact with our comrades in the Federal Republic.

Very good.

Comrade Rossbach,

with all due respect,

negotiations between the Americans and Gorbachev seem to be heading

toward an agreement.

In a few days, the Federal Republic will push through the monetary union.

And our people are cheering on.

Do you really think our plans are realistic?

There won't be a monetary union.

The comrade minister is in direct contact with the new KGB leadership.

We have something

that'll allow us to get everything we want from the Americans.

Cool. That's cool.

Comrades.

Unfortunately, I think we have...

a serious problem.

We don't have anything to use against the Americans.

We did not receive the pact.

{an8}RED FRONT ERNST THÄLMANN

{an8}Wow, listen. "Effective immediately, East and West Germans

{an8}will be able to cross the border freely when and wherever they want."

{an8}Is that today's paper?

{an8}- Yep. - That's good.

{an8}- What's good? - It seems the pact didn't make it.

{an8}So we may still be able to intercept it. Hold this.

There is nothing here.

No dead drop. No Ludsch. No pact. Nothing.

- Did Kimberly lie to us? She did. - There's nothing here?

{an8}- Nothing! - Listen up, comrade.

What about the woman there with the bike?

Or those two city cleaners?

And what about the man with the binoculars?

See him? Fourth balcony from the top. Left-hand side.

Are they all Stasi?

Operative forces protecting the dead drop.

But how did you...

You're really good at this.

There, look. That's it. That rubbish bin is our drop.

Shit, he put something in. That's the drop!

He's marked it.

Time to get out?

Wait.

I can't believe it.

Jutta?

Your old co-worker Jutta? That Jutta?

That Jutta.

- She's part of Ludsch? - Get down.

She's part of Ludsch.

She knows where the Reagan-Honecker pact is.

Okay, then. Follow her!

As ordered!

Are you happy?

It's a fine vehicle.

You did good, tovarich.

So what do we do with this thing?

Yesterday, Mike, I ran over a pussycat. You know what the stupid thing did?

Picked itself back up and acted like nothing happened.

- And you know who is just as stupid? - Who?

Kleo. She has nine lives just like an old cat.

I need that thing to take her out.

I'm just waiting on the order.

From the very top.

THE FUNCTION ROOM

- The Function Room. - Do you know it?

Yes. Jutta and I would always come here after work.

Okay, what's the plan?

- I'm going in. - What? No. Again?

You can't go barging into a potentially super dangerous situation

on your own every time without a plan and expect everything to turn out fine.

How else, Sven, are we supposed to get the documents?

No idea. We... I'll come with you.

No way. If you're there, I won't get a word out of Jutta.

Okay. But no firing shots.

No firing shots!

Fine.

Happy?

All right.

I'll take this with me,

and you listen in.

And you only come in if I mention "egg liqueur", understood?

- Yes. Egg liqueur. - Okay.

Hi, Jutta.

Kleo.

Nice to see you here.

Yeah.

A beer and a schnapps.

Absolutely nothing has changed here.

Yeah, now there are two beers on tap, not just one.

- But no more lard sandwiches, right? - No.

- No lard sandwiches. - Enjoy.

Cheers, Jutti.

Cheers, Kleo.

Those were good times, back then at Sternradio.

- Right? - They were, yeah.

But if I'd known you were also a full-time informant,

we could've had very different conversations.

- Kleo. - Okay.

But I'm not here to talk about the past. I'm interested in something else.

What's that?

- I'm interested in what's in the envelope. - What envelope?

I know you're part of Ludsch, I know this is your headquarters... What's this?

Your payment for operating the dead drop at the monument.

I know that you know where the Reagan-Honecker pact is.

Kleo, I think you'd better go now.

Just go.

Kleo, don't be stupid!

That's enough chit-chat.

Comrade Straub.

You never knew when to stop back then either.

Always stepping out of line.

Well, well. We're all back together.

How about I buy us a round of egg liqueur?

- It'll calm us down. We can talk. - Egg liqueur.

Talk? What for?

- Sorry! - Are you crazy?

Hello!

Good afternoon.

- We can settle all this peacefully. - How?

By telling us where the pact is.

Long live socialism.

Oh no.

Things really escalated again.

Did you know him?

Yes. Rossbach. My instructor.

He was an idiot. But he wasn't meant to die.

Never mind. He doesn't count.

You tried to do it peacefully and...

I'm proud of you.

Jutta, wake up!

Where's the pact? Who has it?

Jutta, this one is loaded, so you'd better talk.

- We don't have the pact. - What do you mean?

All was going according to plan.

Our comrade from the American embassy

left the bag containing the pact at the dead drop as planned.

But when I got there, it was gone.

Bag gone, pact gone. Nothing.

Vanished. Someone played us.

Who played you?

If only I knew. The operation is top secret.

It's on a need-to-know basis. No one knows the whole plan.

Who planned the operation? Who's behind Ludsch?

The comrade colonel general.

Your grandpa.

Yes.

Ludsch was Otto's plan.

His idea for eternity.

Grandpa is dead.

Hey, fish finger.

What's up with you today?

It's Ciana.

She may not be my princess after all.

She's a secret agent. But from the West.

The CIA.

- What makes you think that? - Well, "Ciana". C-I-A.

Three, nine, one. 13. Sum of the digits, four.

And that computer game? Quattuor Saxa.

- Four blocks. Four. Do you get it? - Yeah, I get it, sure. But...

CIA.

Don't you think that's a bit far-fetched?

I mean, maybe she was named after Leonarda Cianciulli.

- The Soap-Maker of Correggio. - The what?

The Italian serial killer.

She chopped her victims up and made soap out of them.

And cookies.

- Cookies? - Cookies.

A killer?

Well, or it's just that on Sirius B, they spell "Ciana" with a C, not with a K,

and that CIA nonsense with a capital "N" is just your imagination.

- You think so? - Yes, I do.

Come on, Thilo, I've seen the two of you.

It's true love.

At least, that's how I imagine it.

Yeah, Dopi. You're right.

It's true love. I can feel it.

There you go.

You know what? I'll show you how to roll a real tulip joint.

Yeah?

- A tulip? - Yeah.

Admit it.

At the end of the day,

isn't it just awesome to be working as a team again?

Okay, you did most of the work, but I think it's great.

We still don't know where this fucking pact is or who has it.

Okay. Your glass is always half empty, huh?

I need something to eat, a shower, and a few hours' sleep.

I'll cook for you. I'll make a Bolognese or a Strammer Max sandwich.

But you probably call it a Strammer Marx!

Holger.

I've been waiting for you.

Wow, he's been waiting for you.

Hi. I'm Holger.

Okay, so where are they?

Who?

The people who give a shit, Holger.

- Sven! - What?

You'd better go now.

Wait, Kleo.

- Hey. - Come in.

Wait. That's not right. Kleo, that's not cool. If you...

We're a team and you can't... And he just...

Holger.

What's up with you, Kleo?

Calling me from Belgrade, asking if I was working with the CIA.

Or the guy who came to my apartment

and threatened me with a gun asking where you were.

Kleo?

I don't recognise you.

Do you wanna know why?

Because I'm not the Kleo I was back then, Holger.

Yeah, okay, then...

We can get to know each other all over again.

Hello, I'm Holger.

And I'm Kleo.

Former full-time informant for Stasi Reconnaissance Division 18,

Minister's Task Force for Special Issues.

I killed people for the Firm. Lots of people.

Shot them, poisoned them, blew them up. Take your pick.

I was jailed,

and I was betrayed by every person I thought I could trust. No exceptions.

And the last thing I need is someone like you.

Someone making me vulnerable.

Okay.

And what if we picked up where we left off?

If the two of us just get on my bike

and catch up on our weekend by the Oder?

Let's just go away.

And leave everything else behind.

That's a nice idea.

But it won't work.

Far too much has happened, and there's too much at stake.

I'm sorry, Holger.

But that's the way it is.

{an8}BLAGOYE NEAR MOSCOW USSR

Nikolai.

Mama.

How are you?

Couldn't be better. Sit down, sit!

- Some tea? - Thank you.

So you finally achieved what you've always wanted?

I'm quite proud of you.

What's weighing on you?

She's still stirring things up.

We have dead comrades in Berlin.

The girl?

Give me that.

She'll show up soon.

You have to do all you can to prevent her from coming here.

She can't get her hands on the pact. Do you understand?

Yes,

Mama.

When will you be finished? I need to go pee soon.

Shut up, Mike.

Hi, Uwe.

Fucking piss-fucker! What are you doing here, Jutta?

- I don't think we arranged to meet. - Kleo won't let up.

Two dead comrades in The Function Room. So Comrade Honecker...

- Comrade minister. - Right.

She said there are new orders from Comrade Zhukov in Moscow.

So a slight change of plan.

- Uwe? - What? Another change of plan?

- Uwe? - What is it?

You have anything I could put on?

We're beating around the bush.

- We beat what? - Here. New target.

No way.

Yo, Freddy. Want to go to the movies?

Dances with Wolves is on.

Hey.

We need to talk, Sven.

Okay.

Listen, Sven, I've been thinking.

Things haven't been working for us as a couple in a long time.

As parents, however,

we're great.

We have a great son.

We're doing a good job.

No.

You.

You're doing a good job. I'm just...

not a good father right now.

- And I'm sorry. It's... - Sven.

You know, something just

exploded into my life, and I'm so obsessed.

Kleo... and...

Just tell her.

What? Who?

Kleo.

That you're in love with her.

Okay.

Jenny, I'm so sorry about the way it all happened. I'm...

I'm sorry.

Take care.

Can I have that?

Of course.

Hey.

Is Holger still here?

No.

Cool.

Can I come in?

- Yes. - Thanks.

You got thrown out again?

Yeah, but I brought some beer.

Okay.

Hold on a second.

I want to tell you something, okay?

And I have no idea if... Or not because I can...

You know, just thinking about it, I'm hoping that...

- Yet just because... - What do you want?

I want to tell you that I'm in lo...

Can I

sleep on the sofa maybe?

Sure.

Yeah, that...

Why?

Look, a tulip.

For you.

Cool.

You know what I thought for a brief moment?

- No. What? - That you were in the CIA. Funny, right?

Good morning.

Hey, Kleo. You good? Did you bring me anything from Yugoslavia?

Oh no. I forgot.

What's that?

Nothing.

"Your kiss. Your kiss is like a shot I miss."

- What's that supposed to be? - Just a poem.

What kind of poem?

For Comrade Jutta.

You're really starting to get on my nerves with your

feelings.

Right.

Mike!

- What's that? - It was in front of a shop.

We just took it.

Cool, right?

Fuck.

- Get up, moron. - I got pins and needles.

- Come on. - Okay.

You want some breakfast? Hard or soft-boiled eggs?

- Soft. - Soft.

We both said "soft". We're swaying in cosmic harmony.

Cool, right?

Shit.

Damn it! Crap!

Good morning, Kleo.

Pyotr.

Good to see you.

What did you find out?

You were right.

I know.

Uwe has Sven.

The pig.

They took him to the power plant. But it's a trap. For you.

Thank you, comrade.

Aunt Margot is part of the operation Ludsch too.

Kleo!

And the money?

You'll get it next time.

Sven was kidnapped.

Where's Rose Carmichael?

- Who? - Your colleague or superior or whatever.

- You're with the CIA. - No, Kleo.

I thought so too at first, but she isn't.

Exactly. I'm not.

Okay.

Hey, be careful. She's an assassin.

Well?

All right. I was supposed to keep an eye on you.

You're with the CIA?

- Thilo, it was one mission, but I... - You knew that?

I did warn you.

- True. - Well, then?

Where is Rose Carmichael?

Hotel Tegel.

I'm getting dressed. You're coming.

Thilo, I'm sorry.

- It's not what I wanted. They forced me. - Yeah.

How do we go on?

We don't go on.

How can we go on with something that isn't real?

If you're not you, then there's no "us" either,

just you and me.

But it was a mission. I never wanted...

No. You should go now.

But you were about to go.

If I go now too, we'll be going together again.

True. My mistake.

I'll just go, then.

Give me your hands!

What's with all these clocks here?

- Different time zones. - I see.

Hurry up, Mike. Can't you do anything right?

I have feelings too.

Now what?

Now nothing. We wait for the girl, then we'll see.

Bougie cunt.

Kleo Straub.

What a surprise.

I need your help.

Hell yeah!

- Ludsch kidnapped Sven. - Tell me something I don't already know.

Does that mean you have a double agent with Ludsch?

You know this is a trap for you?

Yeah. That's why I need your help.

I can't go in there on my own.

You've got him.

I'm not sure that he'll be enough.

Let's say I help you.

What's in it for me?

I'd owe you a favour.

But no.

All right, then.

Thilo? I need you. But it could get dangerous.

Well, my life lost its meaning anyway. No big deal if I die now.

Okay. You drive.

Here she comes.

You work the crane. I'll gun her down.

Shit, that's not her.

It's her idiot housemate again.

She's up to something.

Ha. There she is. The cunt thinks she can deceive us.

What now?

Get out of there.

Out, further! Get down.

On the ground!

Lie down.

With your head toward me!

- Like this? - Yeah, head down. All the way!

Come on, Uwe.

You fall for that trick every time.

Drop the gun.

Okay.

Move.

- Chop-chop! - Okay.

Chop-chop-chop, onward we gallop.

- Go. - Kleo, everything all right?

- Uwe. - Put the weapon down!

Don't do it, Mike!

- But... - No buts.

Shoot now. That's an order.

- Go on. - All right, then.

- Wait. - Aim your weapon again!

I've just about had it with you!

I can't do it, Uwe. We're friends.

You're friends.

Over there!

Where's Sven?

In there.

Thilo? Come here.

Grab the weapon and watch these two.

Go on.

And if they do anything stupid, you pull the trigger here.

- Understood? - Sure.

Thilo?

You really got it?

Cunt.

Hey! Keep still now and don't move.

Or I'll pull the trigger. Like Kleo said.

When I tried to cut your throat in my garage a few days ago,

it wasn't personal.

Already forgot about it.

Did you serve?

No. Community service.

I can tell. You're holding it wrong.

Why didn't you serve?

Religious reasons?

No.

Existentialism.

- What? - Sartre.

- Never heard of him. - Sartre.

"Man is thrown into the world." Making choices, responsibility...

- No idea. - You need to read him.

Sartre.

Sartre.

Does your Sartre know what happens if you pull the trigger?

Oh, great!

- Thilo? Where are they? - I let them go.

- Why? - I know it sucks for your mission.

But I remembered Sartre.

And what if I'd pulled the trigger?

It would've ripped their stomachs to pieces.

Damn! And the weapon?

Oh no! Come on, Thilo! We have to go. Give me the key.

- And Sven? - He's gone.

This can't be happening!

Fuck. Damn it!

Always ready, comrade.

- Fuck. - Kleo, we're flying!

Damn it!

Don't worry. Those who disintegrate become part of the whole.

We won't disintegrate.

Fuck.

Subtitle translation by: Kristopher Brame, Diana Renker