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What? Stop! Wait there!

Wait! Stop!

What now?

Tell me you didn't do it. -Do what?

You wouldn't kill one of your own people.

Right? -I don't understand.

Reiko Böttcher

wanted to give a full statement.

And we would have got you once and for all.

Now this young man is lying dead in his cell.

You stupid piece of shit!

Bastard!

You arrogant bastard!

All of this is now under the control of the Bundeswehr.

Wait!

These weapons are still part of my investigation!

You had your chance, Mr Simon. The weapons will be destroyed.

What a fucking mess!

Quite.

It's not as if no one was on duty.

Karo! How on earth could something like this happen?

How does this make us look?

We need to question everyone with access.

Check at reception who entered and left.

We're already on it. But I'm under pressure here!

I need answers! Before ZERV and the commissioner come down on me!

Trockland's dead, Böttcher's dead,

The ZERV woman's in a wheelchair. -Yes!

Weapons turn up, then disappear. Just let me do my job.

Karo! -Morning.

Pardon me.

I could puke. -Puke could be the answer!

What causes respiratory paralysis and cardiac arrest?

Who could have organised

the poisoning of a detainee so quickly?

Seriously? -What does Mr Know-It-All say?

We'll start with Gärster. Böttcher knew about Egstedt.

He must have got it from somewhere.

Hey, those "von Ebbinghausen" bank statements found at Trockland's...

Any links to Gärster? -Sadly not.

Fuck!

Karo! -I underestimated them.

Do you know what pisses me off the most? -Karo, stop.

Stress makes you break out.

I have to go.

Ah, wait a minute...

No... Yes! That's it!

We...

Yes, we should keep at it.

Reiko wanted to study mechatronics engineering in Greifswald.

I promised my brother on his deathbed that I would take care of him.

And now? -We underestimated the enemy.

And your role in all this. -My role!

Böttcher blew off the door and stole the weapons on your orders.

Or were you there too? -It's very simple.

He knew where the weapons were. All of them.

You knew he wanted to testify. You got him involved.

Now he's dead. It's that simple. -Do you have kids?

What? -Do you have kids?

What does that... -Answer!

That's none of your business! -Reiko was like a son to me!

Böttcher was in the armed forces, right? -Yes, right.

He was an East German soldier.

Used to taking orders. -What rubbish.

Reiko was discharged after two months because of asthma and I took him in.

Last year, my brother, his father,

was lured over to the West with a stack of black money.

Eight weeks later he was dead! Building site accident!

Reiko didn't get a penny in compensation! -How...

How did Böttcher know about Egstedt??

I'd like to know that too. -What were you doing there?

I was collecting orchids.

Wild orchids.

A rare variety of spotted orchids native to Egstedt.

My God.

First you tell us Reiko Böttcher was like a son to you,

and now you're talking about...

What was it? Some orchid? -Spotted orchids, arsehole.

Inspector Schubert, wonderful.

I have something of interest to you.

My client is a free man.

Finally, I can change clothes.

Nice to see you again, Inspector Schubert.

He's clearly involved in the arms deal.

But Böttcher's death...

He knows who did it.

Or who gave the order.

Then maybe it's good he's running around a free man.

Mum? -Oh, hi Karo.

What are you doing? -Getting rid of all this junk.

These are Dad's documents. -Yes.

You can't do that!

Stop, leave it.

Leave it.

Let go!

Karo! This is my garden!

My house, my documents, my life!

I can do what I want.

And now? This doesn't change what happened.

Karo!

Bye, Mum.

Mr Merker? Mr Simon here.

Ah! Could you pass on a message?

I'm waiting for him in the lobby. Thank you.

Mrs Berger? Simon, ZERV. Thanks for coming.

Shall we sit? -Thank you.

Mr Merker should be here any second.

I think we want the same thing, Mrs Berger.

We're just putting it differently.

We all want the best for Rosalie, right?

She's endured enough. For years, she wet the bed.

I was there for her, every night.

Because her birth father thought going to the West

was more important than his daughter.

I understand how difficult this must be for you.

But try to put yourself in his shoes... -All I care about is Rosalie.

And she's doing well with us.

What's taking him so long? I have to go.

My daughter will be home soon.

I fear that Mr Merker isn't coming. -Tell him Rosalie is our daughter.

The adoption was legal. The man was in prison.

We will exhaust all legal means.

Good day.

Mrs Berger, when does Rosalie get out of school?

Now, one o'clock.

Thank you. Goodbye. -Yes.

No. -Then why are you smiling like that?

I'll tell you once we're home. -Come on. Out with it.

Get me to Sophie Scholl School, fast!

Are you pulling my leg? -Paul was checking you out.

Take care. -You too. I'll call you later.

See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

Get home safe. -Thank you.

This is the last stop, you have to get off.

Oh, thanks.

Can I help you?

I don't know.

Where are you trying to get to?

I'm not sure.

A child's party? -Hm?

The rabbit.

May I? -Of course.

Who's it for? -My daughter.

I bet she'll love it.

She might be too old.

She might not remember the arctic hares...

Arctic hares?

That sounds sweet.

How old is your daughter?

Three. She was three.

Well, have a good day.

Yes.

You too.

They found the tracking devices immediately, Holger.

We hid them so no one would be able to find them.

Unless they knew where to look?

Holger, we've got a mole.

No way. -Either from Homicide or in our ranks.

None of our lot would ever do that.

You sure about that? -Yes.

I lie awake every night trying to think of another explanation.

But there just isn't one.

And I always think about how we almost drove away.

But you went back instead.

If I'd been able to stop you, none of this would have happened.

We'll make up for it one day.

And go dancing at the Tresor club.

Do you promise?

First, there's something you need to promise me.

If I'm really stuck in that thing for life...

you have to help me.

What do you mean?

You know.

WHERE WAS HE HEADED?

ANTIQUES IMPORT/EXPORT

TILLEWAL LOGISTICS

Do you have a moment? -I answered the phone, didn't I?

Charming as ever.

I'm going through my father's old business records.

There are four months in '86 that stand out.

If he was involved in arms deals,

we need to take a closer look at these months.

And how can I help? -Maybe you have files from that time?

Could you take a look?

Can you narrow it down a bit? Is there anything specific?

There's more.

In these months, the name of his company changed

from Schubert to Tillewal.

Tillewal? -Yes.

That's an odd name.

I'll see what I can do. -Fine.

Right, I've got to go. Have a good evening.

Same to you.

So... you're all set up.

This assignment's from Schubert? -"Assignment".

She... I mean we want to know if any arms deals occurred in '86

in which the word "Tillewal" crops up.

Or "Tillewal Logistics". I've brought everything we have.

Which sadly isn't much.

"We", huh? You're getting along better?

East-West logistics...

Sure, I'll look into it. -Good.

If there's anything else I can do... -Yes.

I want to get out of here asap.

Yes, I understand.

But it's far too soon, Frauke. You have to heal...

I can do that at home. -No, you need to be patient.

You're our mastermind. We need you, I need you.

This changes nothing. -This changes everything.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

We've questioned everyone.

None of the guards brought Böttcher breakfast.

He ate nothing in interrogation either. But I found something.

The roster says that Beyer was on duty at 6:55 a.m.

But I called him earlier, he was at home with a fever.

Right, question all colleagues who signed in just before or after.

Maybe someone saw something.

Get on it!

I'm about to go home with a fever too.

Seems anyone can traipse in and out here!

A facial composite would help. -Yes!

Then do it.

What's going on here?

Everyone's looking for their kids since the adoption files surfaced.

And look at this.

We have a breakthrough and who gets credit?

The guy from child services who made life hell for us.

Oh, who cares? -I care!

Patrizia, the world is unfair and immoral.

But you did a good job, that's what matters.

Please. -Hans?

Yes?

We need to put some of our people on Gärster.

Really? -Really.

And just who is supposed to do that? -Are we a joke?

No, we're not.

...are fulfilled

Then we shall speak of how you once lived

Which even the finest among us can only dream of

He was a good boy. -And now he's dead.

Yes... It's awful.

Who gave the order?

"Goldmouth"? That bastard.

My deepest condolences. I know you must be upset.

But you must stay calm. - I don't have to do shit.

Who was it?

It's a tragedy.

But we can't change it now, Hajo.

What about the deal? My commission?

You want me out.

But I'm the Croatians' contact. -We'll be in touch.

That was Gärster's former boss?

CoCo Wutzke. He was a Stasi officer on special assignment.

Upper echelons.

SED nomenklatura.

And now? -A lobbyist.

For politics and industry. -Specifically?

Gosh...

Everyone. East, West...

It seems this was his speciality.

"International relations"”.

Hey. -Hey.

Either there's a weird smell around here

or I stepped in something...

Nice shoes.

I got them on Tauentzienstraße.

It was a great deal: Three pairs for the price of one.

They're so comfortable. The trousers are new too.

I really miss you sometimes.

Hi, girls. -Here already?

Silvie, give us a hand.

Bianca, put some newspaper down.

We'll start with that wall.

I brought buttered cheese rolls if you're hungry.

And your housewarming gift, a toastie maker.

It's all the rage. -You two think I'd starve without you.

CHILD SERVICES PROMISES FULL DISCLOSURE.

What's she so upset about?

Something we said?

Bibi?

Bibi...

What's wrong?

Is it about the guy in the paper?

What is it?

Do you know him? -Piss off!

Leave me alone.

No.

Bibi? Out of my way!

Bibi! What's wrong?

Rainer, what did you give her? -No idea!

Call an ambulance! -No! No ambulance, Silvie!

Okay.

Have you ever imagined being a bird,

soaring over everything?

Looking down at the world, the tiny people

and no one can hurt you.

Are you feeling better?

Yeah.

The guy in the paper...

Herrich...

He was my supervisor at the youth workhouse.

Did... he do something to you?

Why did you fall in love with someone like me? I don't get it.

Because...

Because you're you? I don't know!

But that's how it is with love, right?

Sometimes the goods are not so innocent.

Sometimes, communist diplomats will go to West Berlin

to buy war equipment such as combat helicopters...

Where did you find this, Frauke? -It was on the regular news.

Everyone interviewed at the time claimed to know nothing.

This is one weapon involved in the illegal deal.

A helicopter by US manufacturer Hawkes.

The machine travelled via sea

from Los Angeles via Rotterdam to North Korea.

Transportation was handled by Tillewal Export-Trans GmbH Berlin-West.

Payment was arranged via Deutsche Bank AG Berlin-West.

And?

Mum, this is arms transportation.

US combat helicopters were covertly sent from West Germany

to North Korea, via East Germany, in Dad's van.

Sometimes he was Tillewal, sometimes Schubert. The name kept changing!

But our big brothers from the West and their little helpers from the East

weren't successful, right?

Axel always had special deliveries. Some in the day, some at night...

He never talked about it. -And you never asked.

But I can't believe you didn't know. -Karo!

He put all of us in great danger! You, me...

Silvie, Andi...

He didn't care! -Do you know where he went in the West?

Who he met? -No.

Did you overhear any phone calls?

For God's sake, you must know something! -No!

And Trockland?

They got into a huge argument, not about me!

It was a few months before Axel died.

Karo... You know how things were back then.

There was no common language. The country fell apart!

Everyone reacted differently.

Mum?

Hi, this is Silvia Schubert.

I called this morning. Could I speak to Gustav Lorenz please?

Great, thanks.

Hi, Silvia Schubert here.

You wrote the article about Herrich, head of child services.

Do you know anything about his time in the youth workhouses?

Nothing? You're sure?

That's impossible, there has to be something.

Let's say someone was interested,

where should they look for information?

Okay fine, where should / look?

This afternoon? Yes. Where?

Thank you so much, bye.

Hey!

It was hard to get,

but I just met with a reporter.

There was a committee of enquiry.

"Oppression", "castigation",

"denial of human rights"...

It's all in here, but none of it was ever made public.

The old mentors just got new jobs.

We have to do something.

The world needs to know what happened in these workhouses.

Rainer, you were there too.

What was your experience?

Say something.

I'm in. I'll punch them right in the face.

No! No violence.

We just have to shine such a strong light on their shit

that they can't ignore it.

So they can fuck us up again? -Exactly.

Bibi, say something. -Rainer's right.

I don't want to.

I want to live my life and forget it all. -But...

This guy, this Herrich...

He's head of child services!

Do you want him to fuck with other kids?

Do you? -Who's going to believe us?

And if they do...

They won't care. We're "delinquents". -No...

Not once it's out there.

Everyone needs to know. -They already do.

Why don't you ask your mum? She didn't give a shit.

No one wants to know.

Evening.

Good evening.

This is where they put you up?

A highly decorated Westerner, here to teach us manners and democracy?

Well,

at least there's some nice East German dancing going on.

You should like it.

Do you want to sit?

We've spent 40 years trying to be different.

You did a very good job.

Sorry.

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

My mother denied nothing but admitted nothing.

We need to take a closer look. -Interesting.

Do you know who this is? This big guy?

He was at Böttcher's burial

and had a run-in with Gärster afterwards.

His name is Jurgen Wutzke and he was in CoCo.

High up, Gärster's boss. -Maybe he was my dad's boss too.

Thieme told me he worked for the weapons firm IMES.

Today he's a Deutschland AG lobbyist.

He's on the road a lot, in Bonn, Zurich, Munich... and Berlin.

The culprits of the past are the culprits of today.

And your beautiful West is deeply entwined in it all.

Yes... -We'll look into Wutzke.

We?

We...

Hey.

Have you two made up?

Bianca was in a youth workhouse.

Why?

She ran away from home, then they sent her to that place.

Then everything got worse... Thanks to that Herrich.

What do you mean?

I don't know. She won't talk about it.

But seeing how she is now... Herrich must have really messed with her.

And now he's head of child services... Unbelievable.

Don't smoke so much.

What did you know about those places?

It's where "difficult" young people were sent.

Thugs, troublemakers, criminals... kids with no prospects.

Did you put kids in these torture chambers?

I wasn't responsible for that decision.

But you also didn't speak up, right?

If something bad happened to Bianca,

she needs to file a complaint and have it investigated.

Right, thanks.

I'll pass that on. -Honey...

I think it's wonderful you're looking out for Bianca, really.

But I don't want you to get so caught up in things you can't change.

You're one to talk.

Your words: There were criminals in both nations back then,

and they're still here now, stronger than ever.

Yes, sure, but Wutzke's not one of them.

There's not even a file we can check. -Then let's summon him.

With no backing from the prosecutor's office?

The...

Please get State Secretary Bohr on the line.

Hello, Mr Secretary, Thieme here. -Yes?

Can I put you on loud speaker? I'm here with Mr Simon.

We'd like to summon CoCo Wutzke, suspected of illegal arms trafficking.

What? Wutzke? Wutzke? The lobbyist? Are you serious?

Yes. -Do you have proof? Is it watertight?

Yes. -It's all out here on my desk.

Okay, good...

Then send the troops and keep me informed.

Thanks.

Good!

That was surprisingly easy this time.

Rainer... -Hey.

You came. -Do you really think this will work?

Of course. Come on.

Herrich's got to go! Herrich's got to go!

Herrich's got to go! Herrich's got to go!

HERRICH THE OPPRESSOR

HERRICH THE ABUSER

You need to leave right now!

No, we're staying.

Herrich's got to go!

Get out of here, now! - I know you, Muller!

You little shit!

You're blocking a municipal building!

Child abuser!

Get lost! Leave me alone!

Quick. The cops!

Cops!

Don't move! Don't move!

Get off!

Get off me! Let me go!

Silvie!

So, Herrich's going to live.

No organs wounded. He's had stitches.

They'll keep him in for a fortnight.

Okay, and then? What did you do next?

Ms Fischer? -Answer the question, Bianca.

Bianca... Bianca warned him several times.

Then...

Then he shoved me down the stairs.

She was just trying to help me.

Is your friend's account correct?

Are you going to lock me up again?

Officer.

I did it all for you.

Move! -I am.

Hello!

Get them and their stuff over to my place.

We can look after ourselves. -So I see!

The only reason Bianca's out is because I told the other officers

you're living with me if they need you.

You want a “"thank you"?

Yes, maybe I do. -Come on, we'll talk later.

I don't want to talk. -Bianca, you need to say what happened.

Or it won't end well for you in court... -Go fuck yourselves!

Thank you! -Silvie!

Let her go... -I'm losing my mind!

They're in serious shit, Andi!

Let them sort it. They're not kids, we have to trust them.

There you go again!

I know the area. I'll find them later.

Scheiße.

Are you okay?

I heard what happened.

Listen, if you ever need to talk...

you can always call me.

Speaking of, ZERV has been trying to reach you all day.

Maybe you can make sure that...

But remember: any time.

It'll be okay!

Yes?

Wutzke didn't show up.

Who does he think he is?

You don't not show up to an official summons!

We waited two hours! -Unbelievable. Who knew he'd go that far.

So... -Hello.

Hello. We'd like to see Mr Wutzke.

Frauke?

What are you doing? -Wheeling to the office.

Wheeling to the office? -Well I can't walk, so...

Do you think that's a good idea? -Yes.

Frauke, you need a break. -Does crime take a break?

I want justice. I want the mole, not a break, Holger.

Carry me down. -What?

You heard me, carry me down.

You're not serious. -Hand me those and let's go.

Come on.

Ah, I get two of you!

I feel very important. -Mr Wutzke.

This is Karo Schubert from Homicide

and I'm Peter Simon from ZERV.

You didn't respond to our summons. -Please speak to my lawyer.

Well, Mr Wutzke, now we've come to you.

We want to talk to you about your role

in the arms deals between West and East Germany.

1986, that civilian combat helicopters

were shipped to North Korea via East Germany, remember?

Aren't you from Homicide? -I'm investigating Trockland's murder.

And the link? -He was involved in disbanding the army.

As a delegate of the Round Table. -Right.

Trockland, you, your former colleague Gärster,

also responsible for disbanding the armed forces after '89,

my father Axel Schubert and an unknown man

whose name you're going to tell me now.

Help us out, Mr Wutzke, tell us about then, about now.

We want the full picture. -Before, there was East and West.

Yes. -Today, we're all friends.

Look, this is a gift

from the Kaiser himself!

Helicopters then, MiGs today. These links may interest the public.

And they could really harm your business. -Watch what you're saying.

Is that a threat?

Did you threaten my father?

Your father was a small-time crook

who pocketed money that belonged to the people.

I'm afraid I'll have to end our little chat now.

One more thing, Mr Wutzke.

Remember not to work yourself too hard.

Yes, you're going to need your strength.

ZERV, right?

Right.

He's worried.

He's worried.

Schubert?

Very nice work.

Did they discharge you so soon, Frauke?

I discharged myself. Keep going.

What? No! You have to go back! -What's going on?

They're taking our files!

They're closing the case? -What do you mean?

Federal Intelligence are taking over? Are we a laughing stock?

Fuck that!

Excuse me. Give that here!

The files stay here!

This stays here.

It stays here!

Peter!

Wutzke is behind this.

Subtitles: Samson & Fritaud Text, Berlin