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Hajo!

Hajo! How wonderful, you're here!

Where's my money?

What?

No “good evening", nice to see you"?

Is that how you greet your friends? -Friends don't owe me money.

Well, you did make quite a monumental mess of things, Hajo.

Honey, go run us a bath would you? I'll be right in.

Cute, no?

Böttcher was family. -Everyone's family with you lot.

Dad, mum, youth ceremony... -You killed him.

Hajo, what's the matter with you?

Look at these hands.

They don't kill people.

In a few days I'll be chief consultant of a big industrial group.

I understand.

We've been harvested, now you're tossing us on the compost.

Please, why are you... Hajo, no, it's not...

The Croatians will pull out without me.

Yeah, right.

By this time tomorrow, they'll be saying "do videnja..."

You know nothing about the East. - I don't have to!

The East is dead, Hajo! It's all ours now!

Don't look at me like that.

I can't listen to this Eastern whining any more.

"Forty years can't have been in vain", well they were!

And what do you mean you got nothing? You got your freedom!

So ungrateful...

And? What did he say?

He wouldn't talk.

He had two hookers with him. -And the tape?

In there, unused.

So, I guess that's it.

You guess that's it?

Even if there had been eight hookers, there'd have been talking.

He's up to something. I'll stay on him.

What? No, no, no! No way!

Normality is the best physical therapy for me.

No, the best physical therapy is going to physical therapy!

Peter, when you were in a shitty place, a really, really shitty place,

way worse than I'm in now, what did I do?

Didn't I help you?

Please!

You're not going alone. -Okay.

Keep me updated.

I'm going in?

Alone? -Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

Jesus.

All good, nothing broken. -Excellent.

Shit!

Okay, what do you see?

He's on the phone.

Anything else?

He looks...

He looks content.

Something's not right here.

And if you find him, what then?

Will you go see him? -Yes.

Think long and hard about that. -Why?

Mum?

Trockland was here shortly before he died.

He had run into Axel by chance.

Tell me you're not serious.

I wanted to protect you. -Protect me?

From who? My own father?

Or the people constantly following me?

Karo...

That man tossed us aside like old slippers!

You, me... our life together!

There's nothing left but lies!

I wish he was dead!

Jesus Christ! -Risen from the ashes.

But with a new name.

Alexander von Ebbinghausen.

Wait a minute...

The bank statements from Trockland's... -Are my dad's.

Even this year... Where is it? Here.

Large sums have frequently been deposited into this account.

Again and again. Here, for example. Here, here.

We traced these sums back to Novum GmbH.

The CoCo arm responsible for trade with Western firms.

Who still, it seems, receives big commissions.

This year? -Yes! He's still active!

The culprits of the past are the culprits of today.

But where do we find him?

The account had no real address. -I'll find him.

I'll get Uta on it.

How was it with Gärster?

And Thieme?

He's still in the dark.. -Good.

Keep me informed. -Naturally.

Everything okay? -Yes.

Everything's fine.

Jesus Christ! -That's the second time today.

Here, I got the address of the P.O. box.

In Wolfsburg? -There can't be many von Ebbinghausens.

Could you maybe...?

I'm on it. -Good.

One other thing. We got a hit on the composite. Look.

Jutta Grabow, ex-Stasi officer.

Trained in close combat in Lebanon, been to Syria, Iraq, all over.

And left-handed. I think she's our killer.

You're a genius.

Am I?

Everything okay?

Einstein was a genius too.

And he had a wife who cooked for him, two even!

Well...

One day a guy will see how great you are.

And he'll cook for me?

And he'll cook for you!

Young Pioneer promise?

I'd also like my Karo back, if that's not too much trouble.

I'll let her know.

Hello, Hans Thieme here from ZERV.

I have a public prosecutor's order for the seizure of an account.

Of course it's urgent! -Let me.

Account number 3074848.

Once again 3-0-7-4...

8-4-8.

Put it through straight away, please. Thank you.

What?

Check the number.

30-74

8-48.

Are you sure? Have you double checked?

Okay, thank you.

What?

The account was closed.

This morning.

Why are we always, always, one step behind?

Sorry. -What?

General Henneberg... -He can wait!

He says it's urgent.

I…

I'm speechless. -Join the club. What's wrong?

The MiG engine, the GS-23s, the weapons... They're gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

They were finally sent to the scrapyard this morning.

But they never arrived. The drivers are gone.

And when was that? When did they leave? -6:47 a.m.

647 am.?

Call everyone together, homicide too.

Come on. Move!

This reflects badly on us.

Though I really did all I could. -Yes, like you always have.

Take a break. -Are you sure?

Yes. -Good, because I'm bursting.

Are you really sure?

What the fuck?

Did you take a wrong turn?

Show me.

The tape?

Frauke, what are you doing here? -Bastard.

You stupid bastard!

Trockland dies after talking to you.

The location of the tracking devices... leaked.

What now?

You were the mole this whole time.

How stupid am I to have fallen for you?

"Let's go dancing!" Don't you dare.

Don't you dare!

No! Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

I can explain everything.

But I have to go. -Yeah, me too!

For the past two hours!

But I can't because I'm stuck in this...

Get off! Stop it!

Stop it!

What... What are you doing?

Fuck!

Stop!

Stop!

Wow, they really screwed you over.

And the Bundeswehr.

But we're the ones on the firing line. We have to find it.

They'll try to get it out the country asap.

Which means we're against the clock.

So, what do we do? -We check all possible transport routes.

They're quite conspicuous goods! -Patrizia!

Get Lufthansa on the line.

I need all three airports... -Yes?

There's no von Ebbinghausen in Wolfsburg.

I'm widening the search. -Good.

Schubert! -What?

We need to get Gärster, now!

Holger's the mole! -What?

Here's a little something for you.

I'm proud of you all. Go ahead and take it.

So guys, you've earned it. Please don't put it on your tax return.

That money stays here! Stop!

What money? It was just chocolate.

And you feed that to your sheep? Sweet. -Yes, I'm a good shepherd.

You just love to play with people, right?

With Bonn, with Bohr, with us. But it stops now.

You're coming with us. Take him in!

His schedule's in the office.

I found him. He's living in a town 20 km south of Wolfsburg.

Ms Lampert, we need you now.

I'll come with you if you go.

Thanks.

Right this way.

Is everything okay?

We've found him.

Your father?

Okay, I'm coming with you. -You question Gärster.

Uta's going to come.

Take care of yourself... Karo.

Nice song.

I had to take care of my people first.

It's all on here.

Your chat with Bohr?

Do I still need you now?

As a key witness?

I'm not sure.

You know what really pisses me off about you?

The firm, naive belief

that the West is completely clean.

Merrily whistling as you stroll through the East,

as you think about what to do with us.

I suggest making a nice musical out of it.

I did my part. Leave my people alone. -If you stop playing games, Mr Gärster.

You stay here until we secure the weapons.

Well, given that you asked so nicely... -Good.

Hello. -Hello.

Can I speak to Mr von Ebbinghausen?

He's on his way back from the airport.

What's it about? -Daddy?

Not yet!

But I think this is him now.

Daddy's home!

Bye.

Hi, Dad.

Karo...

You found me...

You have a daughter.

Marie... Yes.

How old is she?

She'll be eight next month.

Can we talk elsewhere, perhaps?

We've been harvested, now you're tossing us on the compost.

Please! Why are you... Hajo, no, it's not...

The Croatians will pull out without me. -Yeah, right.

By this time tomorrow, they'll be saying "do videnja".

You know nothing about the East.

I don't need to!

"By this time tomorrow"... That's today.

10 p.m. today.

Well, what information do we have on the transport routes?

Airports, railways, sea routes? -We're working on it.

We're on it. -I hope so, thanks.

You wanted proof. Here.

I won't ask how you got it, but...

So, I went to the commissioner

he read the article too, of course,

I told him that we can't go on like this.

What does that mean?

I stood my ground. We're getting more funds, more support.

But, Peter, no more going it alone.

I'll try to get the transport senator on the line.

Can I use your computer for a moment? -Sure.

What are you doing here? -My job?

I thought you went with Schubert to visit her father?

Unbelievable.

Okay, thank you. -Shit.

I'll have you arrested. -That's not going to happen.

What the hell is that?

I was given the order to apply here

and report back to the secret service.

Peter, I thought I was on the right side.

Well you're not.

You stupid idiot.

Peter! You have to stop.

You're all in real danger here.

The weapons, all of this, it's controlled from the top.

Why don't you let us worry about that?

Don't you dare say you're sorry...

Sparkling water, like always?

Well, what would you like?

The boar is excellent. -I've spent five years looking for you.

I know.

You're my child, after all.

I knew you'd find me some day.

Why?

Karo, it was over for East Germany in '83 already.

Then Strauß saved us... I'll do it.

Two billion to save us workers and farmers, we were useful.

Then came Gorbachev, Chernobyl...

The Soviet Union was cracking, the Eastern Bloc was bust

and everyone felt hopeless.

We're talking about Gorbachev and Chernobyl? After five years?

It was bright and colourful here. Do you get it?

Suddenly I could breathe again.

Because you have a new wife and child? -No.

Because the freedom of the workers had become a prison.

You and Mum, Karo...

God, you were so naive, so trusting.

You didn't get it. -That gave you the right to abandon us?

These past five years, everyone thought I was mad!

Did you ever think of Mum? -I had gone too far.

I grew tired of always being the "useful idiot".

I started diverting funds.

From illegal arms deals?

It was a chance

for a future we no longer had.

But then they found out.

I had to go. They would have killed me. -And then?

Friends from the West got me out. Quickly, professionally.

Who, the secret service? And the Stasi just watched?

"I scratch your back, you scratch mine". That's how the world works.

So whose back are you scratching today?

I work in admin at a public utility company.

With Berlin bank accounts

and frequent trips to Switzerland and Vienna...

You've certainly done your research.

Trockland saw you in Vienna six weeks ago. Then he was killed.

And you think I had something to do with it.

He knew too much, Karo. He never followed the rules.

Not then, not now. -He was on you since '86.

Since the helicopter deal. -I warned him.

Many times.

You're "IM Cassandra"...

I am who I've always been.

I remembered you differently.

Wutzke, Bohr and Gärster are all involved in a massive deal.

MiG jets, cruise missiles, ring any bells?

Karo... -That's enough.

Karo!

Never overland, never by rail, never by water.

Far too risky. -So by plane?

Yes, but not the big airports.

It has to be an airfield with wide enough runways.

Where?

Where exactly?

For my last delivery, we used the old Johannisthal airfield.

When?

I'm not involved anymore, honestly.

Dad... -I'll be in touch. I promise.

Come on, get going.

Simon, Simon, Simon. Simon...

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

Hello? -Yes! Peter, Karo here.

Who? -Karo Schubert!

Ah, Schubert! Karo... How are you? -I have...

I'm fine, thanks. I know where the... -Good. Where are you?

At a Genthin service station. -What are you doing there?

Listen! I know where the weap... -Karo... I can't hear you.

Hello? -What?

Hey! What are you doing?! -Oh god...

Backup to Genthin! Officer under fire! -What?

Come on!

Karo! -Schubert!

Karo!

Schubert! -Karo!

Schubert!

Karo?

Karo!

Ms Lampert! I've found her!

Good, I'm on my way.

Are you hurt?

Mr Simon? -Are you okay?

She's here.

We're here now, okay?

I saw her, Uta!

The same Killer you found, what was her name?

Jutta Grabow! -You need a hospital.

No, we have to get to Johannisthal!

That's where the weapons are leaving from. -At 10 p.m.

That's in under two hours. -Good!

Let's go!

Get in! -Your arm?

Yes, you're right. Give me that!

Come on, Uta, move it!

That woman!

Hello? Hello?

We're in the arse end of nowhere here. -Oh, don't start.

And? -There's no signal out here.

Are you okay? -Step on it or we won't make it.

I'll do my best.

There it is! -You've got to be kidding!

Stop! Stop the car!

Shit!

We're too late. -Again?

That's unacceptable, no!

Come on!

What now? -Come on.

Delta Whiskey Bravo, clear control zone over Sierra.

Wind 06, zero degrees, seven knots.

Cleared for take-off, runway 02. -Stop!

Who are you? -Police! That plane!

You have to stop it! -It's too late!

Delta, Whiskey, Bravo... -Give me that.

Pardon? How'd you even get in here?

No! -Ready for take-off, runway 02.

Hello? Can you hear me? -The cars... The cars!

Come on! -Right.

There he is. Are we filming? -Mr Bohr!

Good afternoon. Gather round.

In my years as State Secretary of Defence

I had the great honour of watching history in the making.

Sorry? Still no warrant? -With all that evidence?

They're checking if...

What are you checking? What is there to check?

...as I already announced, I am now resigning from office.

And I am doing so in the certainty, in the absolute certainty,

that German unity has been successfully achieved.

Including for me, personally.

That's all, thank you.

Is this decision linked to the sale of NPA weapons?

It's purely for personal reasons.

I will continue to lend my expertise to the Federal Republic

as advisor to a major firm.

Good riddance.

...I gladly and proudly hand over the baton to my successor,

I hope he brings a steady hand, good judgment and courage

to all the challenging tasks that await him.

Now give me a little breathing room, my friends. Thank you.

We have not yet announced the successor.

Thanks for your patience.

Thank you.

Bertha, Otto, Heinrich, Richard...

Yes... Yes, fantastic.

Thank you.

Right...

They're faxing it over. The arrest warrant.

You call for backup, I'll go to Bohr.

Pick up the fax! He's not walking out of here!

We're expecting a very important fax. Can you check?

Ms Schubert? -Yes?

Your fax. -Thanks.

Perfect.

Mr Bohr?

Mr Bohr?

Mr Bohr?

No...

Freeze! Police!

Turn around!

I'm arresting you for the Trockland and Böttcher murders.

I said freeze!

Someone call the police!

We're here!

Don't mess with Karo Schubert.

For you.

A sausage. -Sausage?

Of course.

That one.

That's hot! -Watch yourself.

You need new tongs, Mum!

Enjoy! -Thanks.

Now I've had a drink and can't drive, can you give me a lift?

Sure, I... Sure, yes.

When I said I'd like to listen to something different,

this wasn't what I had in mind!

Techno music! But the kids like it and so do I.

I talked to Haller. I'm taking two weeks off.

Finally! That's good.

You've really earned it. -We all have, I think.

I'm taking those two love birds off to Spain.

Just like a Westerner! -In your car?

Sure. -Well, cheers and bon appétit.

Don't forget the fan belt.

When I'm back, shall we do something?

Or just have a chat? I really miss that.

Me too.

Speaking of Westerners, what's holding up your Mr Simon?

Peter.

I see.

Hey, have you made a new friend?

Are you cuddling the chickens or hanging out with us?

Peter?

I drove my family to their death.

A year and a half ago...

My wife's friend was celebrating her birthday.

My daughter, Kathi, was there. She was seven.

I was working crazy hours back then, I was always tired.

But we went, had a nice time, had a drink.

I drove us home...

I fell asleep, just for a second, a microsleep or whatever.

And I drifted into the opposite lane...

Yes...

I was just thinking about that.

Come on.

So, Bianca, pass me the record. -This one?

All right.

Mum, what are we doing? -Come on!

Mum!

Mum.

Is this where... -Forget it.

Come on! If we hurry, we'll be on the beach this evening.

Zagreb, earlier this year.

Shortly before the Ukraine offensive,

the Croatian army is showing off arms it shouldn't have,

as the export of weapons to Croatia is banned by the UN.

Despite the embargo, President Tudman was able to...

There she flies! Our jet engine.

And we were once poised to put an end to this crap.

But the crap just merrily continues.

And the whole world watches.

Look, it's Schubert's father's bank account.

The Novum GmbH money was withdrawn before the account was closed.

I traced the money and found...

it all went to Switzerland and Vienna.

But the Treuhand is in pursuit of Novum. -Yes.

So is feathering her nest now. -"Red Fini"?

Rudolfine Steindling. -That communist from Vienna?

Exactly.

Sounds like embezzlement and money laundering to me.

Get to work, take whoever you need.

I'm on it. -Go on then!

All right people, I need our Treuhand contact.

Walter, we need all this space for Novum and Vienna now.

I need more desks, everything, now.

I need to see the files. Walter, move this cake.

I need space so I can move around in here.

I need new chairs too, please.

And more than one computer...

Good. -Hello!

We're here to do some repairs.

I'll do it.

This way, gentlemen.

Me llamo Silvie.

Tengo... -Veinte.

Veinte... -Veinte años.

Veinte años. -Tengo veinte años.

Very good. -Me llamo Karo...

Tengo...

Tengo... How do I say it?

Tell me. -No clue.

I don't know the high numbers.

Cheeky sod!

Subtitles: Samson & Fritaud Text, Berlin