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I'm afraid I have bad news.

She's suffered serious internal injury.

And we currently believe that a bullet also damaged the spinal cord.

What does that mean? Is she paralysed?

We're just focusing on saving her.

I'm sorry.

It could be something important.

Simon's phone. This is Schubert.

Right.

I understand.

What is it? -The trackers have been switched off.

They're already miles away and we don't know where.

It doesn't matter.

I'm staying here.

What's up with him?

Give me two shots, Silvie.

Frauke came to Berlin because of me.

In here.

Right, here we are. Let's go.

And down we go.

Okay, shirt off.

Those are my shoes.

Yes, they are your shoes.

Can you stay?

Until I fall asleep, at least?

Morning. -Morning.

Let's get started. You go to Oranienburg, I'll go to the hospital.

We'll touch base later.

Okay?

Morning! -Morning.

So, they cut through the fence at the back,

broke in through the back door,

planted the explosives and drove the trucks out.

They knew we had eyes on it, right? -Yes.

They switched off the trackers.

Where was she?

There. Wrong place, wrong time.

Collateral damage, so to speak. -Ms Lampert?

We may have found something. -Good.

I'll be there.

I love trainees, so strong and motivated.

But I need more for an area this big. Can you talk to Haller?

I can try, but you know how it is.

What's the doctor saying?

You should go home, get some rest. I'll talk to him.

Ah, beautiful.

My instructor said tyre tracks are a vehicle's fingerprint.

So, this is a 205 Michelin low-profile tyre.

Looks like a 14-inch.

So it must be a 3 82V-R sports model.

Western? -Absolutely.

Could be BMW 3 Series, a Manta, most likely a Golf GTI.

The things you know.

Were you stranded somewhere last night? -What am I, a whale?

If you feel like sharing, I'm all ears. -Speak of the devil...

Schubert? -Seriously?

-Schubert? How's your colleague doing?

Have you found anything? -Tyre tracks, probably a Golf GTI.

Who knew we were watching them?

And about the trackers?

Me, Frauke, Henneberg, Holger, Thieme,

four Bundeswehr officers...

And you.

What are you implying?

A Golf GTI, did you say? GTI...

What was that? -He's totally lost it.

He's taking my trainees! Where are they going?

Simon!

Thanks... -Simon!

...for the chat, Schubert. -Simon!

No. -Shit, we need that job.

Call them or pay them a visit.

Reiko!

Hey!

What's wrong? -No time, gotta run.

Formula 1, Belgium, Schumacher. Do you know him?

He won the Formula 3 last year. A real talent.

What happened? -What are they doing here?

Fuck! -Relax, it all went to plan.

I knew you shouldn't have got involved. Don't say a word!

Will you be dropping by every day?

We're searching the premises for evidence.

Oh no you won't.

Not without a warrant.

Last night, a young colleague of mine was gunned down, just like that,

on an old military base in Oranienburg.

She's seriously injured, understand?

That's... That's terrible.

Yes, it is. Let's go!

You've no right, piss off! -Leave it, Reiko.

Your Reiko drives a Golf...

We're not talking without a lawyer. -Where's your GTI?

Where is it? -Call Würz, now.

Backup's here. -Simon, can we talk?

What is it?

Have you lost the plot, going in without a warrant?

You call that the rule of law? -Don't talk to me about the rule of law.

These are Stasi methods.

And anything you do find won't be allowed in court.

We're calling it off! Come on, boys. Back in the van.

Ms Schubert?

Can we talk a moment?

My lawyer says this is "inadmissible procurement of evidence"

and we should file a complaint. -Yes.

I'm really sorry, Mr Gärster, it was a misunderstanding.

Okay?

Are these now your laws, comrade? Smooth transition.

And such a fancy boyfriend already.

If I need work, you're hiring, right?

I'm good at cleaning up.

These are nice tyre tracks, Mr Gärster. -Get off my property, now!

But this patch here is public land.

So, come in. Welcome to our little cave of wonders.

Damn...

How are we meant to find anything here? -It will take months.

Well, we best get started then.

Yep, like two peas in a pod! -There you go.

So... -The two tyre tracks are identical.

Which gives us "periculum in mora".

Which means? -Yes... I'm sorry.

It means we're coming in, Mr Gärster.

I can tell you what you'll find.

A family business struggling to survive and employees working for pittance.

Let's hope so. Oh, and please get undressed.

Sorry? -Oh yes, I'm being serious.

Your clothing is important evidence. Come on, boys!

Attack!

In here.

MINISTRY OF THE GERMAN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC

So, found what you need? -What does it look like?

An archive loses nothing.

You know, for me, it's like a living being, a brain.

In every little... -Sorry to interrupt.

But the state has clearly removed part of this brain.

And quite carelessly, I might add. -Very interesting.

That reminds me of a story from 1989...

Call me if you find anything

with even the slightest reference to adoption.

Okay? Thanks. Walter!

Gladly. -Yep, coming!

Oh, but you have to...

Sorry. -Yes, excuse me?

This needs to...

Are you sure?

Perhaps there's still a way that... -That is the current situation.

I'm sorry I can't give you more hope.

If you have any questions, just get in touch. Okay?

Goodnight.

There are thousands of files and no system.

It's impossible. -What are you looking for?

The anonymous caller said to check the district archives.

Right, for the adoption files?

Yes, you said it could have been the secretary from child services?

Yes, she must know more. Talk to her again, okay?

I have full confidence, Patrizia.

She doesn't want to talk... -Full faith!

I won't make a fool of myself with this amateurish nonsense in Bonn!

Here's the man too stupid to guard a few weapons.

I expected more, Thieme.

Now listen here... -Pardon? Sorry, I must have misheard.

I don't know how many times we contacted you personally

to beg for reinforcements.

Nothing happened, you didn't care.

No one cared. -Wait a minute.

Don't blame me for this. -And you're blaming us?

For embezzling NPA weapons? -No, no, hold on.

I need to provide answers, here, today.

The Americans and Russians want disarmament updates.

And what do I tell them now, gentlemen?

That they're still making fools of us? -That our opponent is a violent thug.

One of our colleagues may be paralysed. -Here's what you tell them.

There's a massive arms deal going on behind our backs

and, bizarrely, no one cares except us.

Tell them that the old East German networks

have a mountain of war weapons

and they are selling them off to someone, somewhere.

That's what you tell them! -Okay, calm down.

Find the damn weapons and Trockland's murderer.

Don't fuck it up again!

Honestly.

Thieme.

Goodbye.

And send Ms...

Whatshername. -Frauke Beckmann.

Send her some flowers, a nice big summer bouquet.

With best wishes from all the staff and from me personally.

Arsehole.

Good night.

Ms Winter?

What are you doing here?

It was you who called, right?

Thank you, but why the anonymity?

You needn't be afraid. -I don't want to get involved.

It's really not my business.

I don't want any trouble.

Sadly, your lead didn't get us anywhere.

We scoured the district archives. There's nothing.

I'm sure the files exist, but where?

You weren't always at child services, right?

I trained at the Mitte district office.

I'm sure you still have contacts there who could help us

and tell us where to look.

There are young people out there who need your help.

There could be 1,000 children who miss their parents,

1,000 parents desperately searching for their kids,

and every hour spent not knowing is 1,000 hours lost.

I don't know...

You are the reason I care so much about this case.

|I imagine what it would've been like if we were family and had been separated.

And at this moment, standing here like this, we'd have to accept

that we had lost years we would never be able to get back.

If that were so, I'd hope you'd tell me that you'd never stopped looking.

And that you were proud of the young woman now standing before you.

Please help me.

Help the children, they have no one else.

They only have us.

How are the flowers doing, Ms Karkoschwski?

She took off her nappy, squatted down,

in the middle of the public swimming pool,

and took a dump on the grass. -No!

She said she liked how the grass tickled. -Karo.

A free spirit, like her dad. -Mum, what are you doing here?

There you are, finally!

I was meeting your colleagues. -He's my boss, not a colleague.

Oh, we're all one big family here.

That being said, it was a pleasure to meet you, goodbye.

Bye. Have a good day, Ms Schubert.

Thank you. -Thank you.

What's wrong with you? -It's a funny story.

Yes, it's hilarious.

I found something.

This is Matthias's camera.

He must have hid it in the cellar when he came from Leipzig.

I think there's still film in it. -Thanks, Mum.

So, going by the time stamp,

they were indeed taken the night before Trockland's arrest.

That's Dad.

Why was he in Leipzig before the accident?

In Leipzig? -Trockland was there too.

Was he following him?

He's arguing with Gärster. -Who?

The guy who disbanded the NPA with Trockland.

Right.

I don't believe it.

That's not my dad's car...

See? He didn't drive his car into the river, he wasn't even in it!

That can't be. -We can't make out the number plate.

But it looks like he's being threatened.

Either he's alive or they killed him.

None of this makes any sense!

I was right.

The Inspector General is beside himself.

Weapons of war stolen from under Germany's nose.

We expect you to bring those responsible to justice.

All my staff are clear.

What about your men? -Leave my soldiers out of it.

We all know the traitors are in your ranks.

Good day, gentlemen.

Buffoon.

If it's not one of us...

Then?

Not the Schubert thing again.

She's clean. -The father, the mother...

They don't even have files.

Given he worked in logistics, her father was probably considered insignificant.

Yes, maybe so.

Like us.

In the dark.

Clueless.

What are we even doing here?

Frauke will probably never walk again.

And we're sitting here,

getting angry about...

...what?

Oh, shit, I forgot.

It's fine, don't worry.

I drank the other day, for the first time since back then.

It's all bubbling back up.

If you want to talk,

you know I'm always here.

I know.

Ah, Bodo!

Bodo? -Yes?

What did Thieme want?

What? -Thieme was here.

What about it?

He wanted to say thank you for our good work.

He only found good things on you.

"Found"?

Was he checking me again? -Routine.

You're joking, right? Simon's behind this, isn't he?

Purely precautionary. -I've had it with this Western arsehole!

Do they think we're all former Stasi?

Karo, calm down. The ZERV boss thinks you're great.

And that's what matters to you. Keep rolling over.

It will get you far in our new country.

Welcome to the West, Bodo!

Uta! -Karo, we had plans.

Drinking, dancing, flirting...

Sorry, I forgot.

How did you know I'd be here? - know you.

And where you go when you don't want to be found.

Or when you can't stop looking for a certain someone.

Listen, the car in the photo is a Mercedes

Munich, RI677.

It's an untraceable plate. -Which means?

We're dealing with people who make their own rules.

Stasi? With a Western plate?

Even they could make a Western number plate.

As could any other secret service.

All we really know is we don't know anything.

What do you think?

Well, it looks like an abduction, but.., -You see?

"It looks like..."

It's just for show, it's all one big performance.

Trockland was supposed to take exactly those photos.

And now they're coming after him.

The only problem for them is that Gärster is in every photo.

Right? Go on, say it.

Actually no, don't say it.

Nobody has seen him since then.

Even if no body's been found, he may still be dead.

But he doesn't have to be!

Karo...

You're sitting here on a Friday night in the middle of nowhere

staring at the water as if your dad's going to emerge

like Poseidon with a trident.

I'm amazed you even noticed the Wall fell.

It's not healthy. -Really?

Caring about something other than picking up guys?

Sorry, honey. Uta!

Uta, wait!

Uta, come on, stop! -That's enough, Karo!

Why are you killing yourself over this?

Hello? -It's me.

Are you not out dancing?

Firstly, I'm still pissed off at you.

You're the most stubborn bitch I've ever met.

Secondly?

Secondly, I forgive you, but only if you come shopping with me.

What? -Our trip to the river ruined my boots.

How am I supposed to go dancing?

Deal. -Good, that's settled then.

Thirdly, I'm in the lab.

I found Semtex on Böttcher's trousers... -What?

The door to the weapons hangar was blown up with Semtex!

I'll get an arrest warrant. Send our people over.

We've got that little bastard. -I'm on it.

Uta... -Yes?

I just wanted to say... I'm sorry about earlier.

I just want you to look after yourself.

Don't leave me alone.

Don't worry, I'll get you out of there.

I promise.

Watch your head.

Mr Gärster.

Hello. I have a few more questions. -Great.

We found this at Trockland's.

Trockland was photographing us in secret?

It looks like you're arguing with my dad.

I don't recall, it's a long time ago.

And the Mercedes with a Western plate?

Do you remember that?

I see, you're looking for your dad.

You arrest my nephew and expect me to help you.

You've got some nerve! -Was it about weapons then, too?

First my dad, then Trockland, now your nephew.

The walls are closing in, Gärster.

Did you not listen in school?

Profit is the thickest candle on the Western altar.

If you take one piece out of the game, another piece steps in.

The job still gets done.

You're the one who should be careful.

I'm not scared.

Neither was your father.

Then one day, he was gone.

Mail delivery!

So, this is all for you.

Last night was fun, right?

Good music, too.

I had too many brandy-cokes.

Here.

Any plans for this evening?

Thanks, but I already have a date.

With my bed.

Just a sec...

ZERV, Schafer speaking, how can I help?

Have you read this morning's paper?

The paper?

The "Berlin Blatt" has the answers. -What?

Hello. -Wait, you can't just...

Hello, we won't be long.

She won't be long...

Patrizia! I've found something, come see.

Here.

This is from today.

I've got something.

What did I say? An archive loses nothing.

Can you help us check them? -That's my job.

Kammer, Sieglinde? -No.

Münzner, Heide? -No.

Roller, Brigitte? -No.

Hendel, Marie?

Notzel, Herbert? -No.

Reiser, Bernd? -Who?

Reiser, Bernd.

What's the family's name? -The biological dad is Merker, Roland.

The daughter's name is Lisa.

What about this?

ADOPTION CERTIFICATE

THE CHILD OF MR MERKER...

This is her. -Would you like one?

I'll just take the files. -Why not both?

Thanks. Let's go.

A pleasure.

Hi! Hello!

Peter? Peter! -Yes?

What?

Heinrich Berger, Barbara Berger...

Excellent. Very good.

Fantastic.

Are you sure this is right?

Dare I ask? -It wasn't easy.

But Ms Schafer finally found someone

who was able, and willing, to help us.

It's about a “"Berger, Rosalie", born in 1976...

Our daughter's name is Lisa. -This was standard.

New family, new name...

new life.

Can I see her?

I'm afraid it's not that simple, Mr Merker.

First we have to prove it was a politically motivated forced adoption.

Then you file an application... -I have to see her.

Just imagine if a stranger turned up on your doorstep

and told you that your life wasn't actually your life at all...

Everything's a lie, nothing's as it seems.

Just imagine.

If you just go over there, it will be a shock, Mr Merker.

Your daughter doesn't know you exist.

Lisa's "new life" as you call it...

is a lie.

And mine was stolen. -Yes, that's how you see it.

But does your daughter see it that way?

Lisa believes her parents are her parents.

I wasn't there to celebrate her starting school,

or to comfort her when she was sick.

I want to see her now, she's my daughter.

Is that Lisa?

Rosalie, yes.

Mr Merker, stop. One step at a time.

You've waited so long. If you move too fast now,

you'll put everything at risk, believe me.

They're bluffing. Don't say a word, Rocco.

Reiko. -This will all be over in 24 hours.

Hello.

Interview with Reiko Böttcher, 14 September 1991.

Present is his lawyer... -Dr Wilfrid Würz, WW.

Interviewing officer Detective Chief Inspector Karoline Schubert.

Mr Böttcher, we've connected you to a weapons theft in Oranienburg

and the shooting of a police officer, who was seriously injured.

My client would like a coffee.

This is a medical certificate of caffeine intolerance.

So my client would like a decaffeinated coffee.

If you would be so kind.

This is Schubert... Yes, that's right.

Would you kindly tell the canteen that Mr Böttcher

would like the decaf coffee we prepared for him now.

Yes, thank you.

So, Mr Böttcher...

traces of Semtex were found on your clothes,

the explosive used in Oranienburg.

Ms Schubert, I would state for the record

that Semtex is a very common product in military circles.

There are endless places he could have come into contact with it.

A common product, is it?

To illegally trade former NPA weapons

and put a young officer in a wheelchair.

Was that the goal?

You didn't come up with this alone.

How old are you, Mr Böttcher? Early 20s?

You'll be missing out on some good years.

You'll get a far shorter sentence

if you tell us who was behind it.

I'm willing to make a deal.

Yes.

Yes, both parents will come tomorrow at midday.

Mr Merker, can you hear me?

Good, you're almost there, Mr Merker. See you tomorrow.

Exactly.

Böttcher gave me the impression today that he might take a deal.

I hope you didn't tell that to the others.

Your nephew knows nothing anyway, right?

We can trust Böttcher.

That's all that matters, okay?

Reiko Böttcher is interested in the deal? -That's the impression I got.

Not bad for the untrustworthy Easterner, huh?

Listen, it's nothing personal.

I don't trust anyone, even myself. -Really? Maybe they should check you.

Why not.

Who knows what they'd find... -Gärster says my father moved weapons.

It looks like they're arguing in the photo, then he disappeared...

Schubert. -Why don't I have these?

I just sent them to your office. Yes?

Okay, thanks.

I have an idea for the interview, but I need your help.

Come on.

You're late.

This can't be. -Sit down and we'll begin.

We are here because Matthias Trockland was killed

due to his knowledge of secret arms deals,

because a police officer is seriously injured

and because we found a MiG engine, cruise missiles

and other weapons from this arms deal in Oranienburg.

Weapons of war that we suspect are currently in Löbau.

Ring any bells?

One thing at a time. Reiko Böttcher.

Born in...

1972 in... Beelitz?

In Bautzen. -Right, Bautzen.

And you went to school in Chemnitz?

The War Weapons Control Act.

Do you know it? -My client need not answer that.

And after school in Chemnitz, you joined the army in Straußberg?

The land forces in Geltow near Potsdam. -Geltow?

Do you know It. Col. Battker? A top... -Please.

What is all this? -Paragraph 22a, Section 2.

"A particularly serious case exists

if the offender acts for gain or as part of a gang."

You weren't in Straußberg?

No, in Geltow! -But you live in Potsdam?

No, Berlin! -Potsdam's nice...

My colleague, Frauke Beckmann.

Just 26 years old.

She will likely never walk again. -So, just to check...

About the MiG engine in Löbau... -Egstedt!

We're stopping this now.

Make a statement, you'll get witness protection.

This is an outrage! Don't say another word!

I'll arrange it, then we'll talk more.

I'm relying on you.

See you soon.

What's that?

WITNESS PROTECTION

Damn it.

Simon. -Simon, it's Schubert.

Simon, we got it. Böttcher has witness protection.

Thanks, Schubert, that's great.

Böttcher! We need a doctor!

He wants to testify.

Mr Böttcher wants to make a full statement. Incredible!

Is that Gärster?

Open up!

Move!

Mr Böttcher! Mr Böttcher!

Where's the fucking doctor?

Come on.

Mr Böttcher! Reiko!

No! Please, no!

Long time no see, Columbus!

Subtitles: Samson & Fritaud Text, Berlin