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-Where are they sending you? -West Berlin.

-Is it dangerous? -They'd hardly send a novice if it was.

I'm happy for you, son.

Devil's Mountain Field Station. Lauren Faber is our entry card.

See you tomorrow.

Who's that with her?

Faber's equivalent in the U.S. section.

Her old man's a big cheese there.

-He's concerned you might be vulnerable. -I won't disappoint him.

How's progress?

If you do well at the Championships

you could be in the Olympics.

Expect to see dramatic changes in her body

don't be alarmed.

LEAVE-THE-COACHING-TO-THE-COACH!

I just want him to be proud of me too.

Like you, she'll have a cover story for her work.

Don't press her.

Focus on personal shit.

Her divorce, the kid.

Very romantic.

-For a man? -For one so young.

Maybe I have an old soul.

Now on day 2 of the World Cup

we go to our studio in Frankfurt.

Of today's three scheduled games

One was played this afternoon already at the Berlin Olympic Stadium,

the Federal German side's first group game,

squaring them off against Chile.

In front of 83,000 spectators, the German team was off to a good start.

This is how it happened:

Hoeness to Beckenbauer, on to Breitner, a shot from 25 meters,

unstoppable for the Chilean goalkeeper Vallejos.

This was the sixteenth minute of the game.

The Chileans were limited to occasional counter-attacks.

Lottery tickets, 50 pfennig...

2000 marks...

On a scale to 10, how much does it hurt to give birth?

Something I should know?

Isabella - she wants a "gentle birth", you know the Lamaze-technique?

Breathing instead of anesthesia.

She thinks the choice should be hers,

not some faceless quack's.

Can you do it just on breathing?

It's not just about her, there’s the kid to think of.

God - I can't give you a ride!

I promised to pick Emil up from school.

I'll call them that I’m late. See you tomorrow?

I’m walking around with this grin on my face

like I’m on a high.

What are you doing to me, Lauren?

Did you get the job?

No. Tomorrow is the next interview.

Who was that you were with?

Someone from work.

What, you don’t want to be seen with me?

I’d rather not be the object of office gossip.

About tomorrow night...

A new bistro opened up in the French Sector...

Why not eat at your place?

I can see where you live, meet your son.

He has to know about us sooner or later.

Lauren, you’re entitled to a life.

He’ll leave home soon.

Won’t he be glad you’re happy?

That you have someone?

Lars?

My middle name.

My mother always uses it.

Order me a coffee? I need the...

Fucking amateur! Cretin!

Gabi’s times are off.

It's her technique. That and some weights will do it.

Klara?

Huge progress. Keeps it up, she's on track for the Olympic squad.

How is she on the Ephedrine?

No adverse effects.

-Testosterone? -She’s starting to bulk up.

Her arm-pull needs work, it's the pits.

I don’t need to spell it out.

We fail on gold again, it’s goodbye for us.

And all our privileges.

Good.

Klara?

Good.

Brit?

Your third visit in as many weeks.

Checking sites for my tours.

My brochure.

Up and running next month.

Hard dollars for you, modest income for me,

We all win.

Get out.

Remove your clothes.

All of it.

Bend over.

You found it.

Any problems at the border?

How’d you find this place?

Pioneers Camp nearby in the woods.

We went there on field trips.

And here we are.

Yes, here we are.

Fornicating with the class enemy.

What's the penalty for that?

"Fornication"?!

In your case, the clap probably.

Third time he’s muscled in. Not my company he wants.

I can fix us a double date, and play icebreaker!

Be fun!

I met someone.

Where, when?

-The opera, couple weeks ago. -And?

It's... early days.

Did security clear him?

I’ll apply if it goes somewhere.

OK, details.

He makes me feel human again.

Make that...

feel again, as a woman.

And the third date rule?

Always do it by the third date?

Then you’ve not wasted your time if there’s no chemistry.

And they say romance is dead!

When you get her in the sack, go for it...

sex that’s illegal in most countries,

sex she wouldn't dare to dream of.

On the opposite side, a chance to score...

Müller, Hoeness...

he crosses, and a header by Cullmann...

Been a long time for her.

She’s jumpy.

So pace it.

As long as it takes. Rome wasn't built in a day in a day either.

The hearts and flowers stuff is as important as the sex.

When she’s hooked, pull back.

Not too much, just enough to scare her, until she begs you...

"What is it, is it me, what'd I do?” Blah-de-blah.

Then, post coital, make your move, hand-wringing:

Not her fault, yours. The architect thing was just a front.

You work for a world peace organisation in Geneva.

They need to know NATO’s military capacity.

And since the Listening Station picks up intel from the West too,

she was the perfect target.

But now you’ve fallen for her. You can't go on.

You can’t let her take the risk.

When she’s bought it, start small:

estimates on state affairs, on NATO tank divisions,

training, manoeuvres etc.

Each time she delivers, crank it up.

What made you work for us?

Why I turned my sights East?

Look at them.

With their utopian dream. Happiness is

buying that car model,

or washing machine, or pair of sneakers.

Instant gratification through consumption.

That's all their sacred, free market's about.

And you’re the naive cousins over the wall with your primitive faith

that social ownership benefits everyone

not just a few fat cats and their lackeys.

I just happen to prefer you bunch.

It just appeals to my contrary nature.

And what’s plan B? If she doesn’t buy it?

No Plan B. She doesn’t buy, you’re recalled back to the GDR.

With luck, a desk job, with a window.

Stay in touch.

Proletarians of all countries unite!

So, Gunter Grantz. - "SPIDER" -

I think he has personal issues.

You think or you know?

Four weeks he’s failed to report.

That reflects on you, Gregor.

I’ll talk to him again.

He never gave us much of value anyway.

His wife can forget jumping the queue for her cancer surgery.

Are compassion and duty to the state incompatible now?

If they’re in conflict.

Are they?

Your next choice must be more useful to us.

Or people will say you’re losing your touch.

Someone from your factory perhaps.

The shop floor is an invaluable source for us.

Or meaningless gossip.

Your son is doing us proud I hear?

Something,

when the pupil surpasses the master,

or the son the father.

I want a name within a week, Gregor.

...according to the referee, which results in

an indirect free kick from the box. An extremely dangerous situation...

It's the 23rd minute of play...

And it's a tie now in corners at two each.

And a tie in goals, too, at nil - nil.

24th minute of play...

Mother...

you know what they say about drinking alone?

I thought you were out tonight?

Who's the lucky one?

Or, don't tell me you changed sides - a she?

Old dog, new trick?

You suck his dick yet?

Sorry.

I'm sorry!

Must it always be like this with us now?

Can’t we get back to how we were?

Lookee here!

What have we been up to, Mother?

What’s the rate for a rent boy now?

Or is it vintage pussy he’s into?

No...

I get it...

He’s a mother-fucker!

Oedipus - ring your Mum!!

Mum’s the word, eh?

Lauren?

What is it?

Lauren, what happened?

Go, Matthias. Just...go!

This won’t work!

I’m used to being alone. And I'm fine with it.

This was just an...aberration.

I must focus on my son - he comes first.

Best let it go now,

before it's too late.

Too late?

It's much too late for me.

No, let me go!

Listen to me!

We have to walk away.

Say it’s real.

Say it.

God help me - I love you.

Ditto.

So beautiful...

Ditto.

Was it Vodka in the kitchen?

Yes.

-Find it? -Yep. Be right there.

CLOSED

Thanks.

He made it!

Where are we at?

Slow - a meter in ten hours, if that.

Hundred Ostmarks, I match it in five.

Officer on deck coming down!

A shove ladies...

Do the honours, down there!

Put your backs into it, girls.

-Suck in your belly. -I am.

If you didn’t eat your body weight in crap.

Harder - I won’t break.

Watch out...something’s giving!!

Tobias!

The state of you...

The bastards threw me out.

The back-stabbing faggots threw me out!

Go home. Sort yourself out. It's late.

Why always me?

Can you tell me that? I never ever get a break!

They’re right.

Everything they said.

I’m a waste of space.

A waste of bloody space.

Stop. Enough.

A useless piece of shit.

So much for the brotherhood!!

They asked me to help!

-Hey! -To do the heavy lifting they said.

-The what? -The heavy lifting, for the tunnel.

Now, moments from the key to the fucking Kingdom - I’m out!

Enough. It does sound mean.

You can say that again. Those arseholes.

This tunnel is... where did you say?

Basement of a fucking bakery on Schachhauser Street.

You know. Horst, that red-dyed faggot from the club!

His father owns the place.

Is it my fault he made a shit job of it?

So...is it kaput now - the tunnel?

No - a mishap at the entrance.

A kind of... how do you say... cave-in.

And just you and this Horst are in on it?

A bunch of queers from the club.

They are so screwed!!

If they think I’ll take this lying down...

I know people you do NOT mess with.

Who’ll be more than interested in what I have to say...

More than interested.

Slow down, Tobias.

You grass, they’ll know it’s you.

-They’ll come after you. -Not if they’re locked up.

Are you mad? What if they don’t get all of them?

You want to risk it? You'd be dead meat.

Spend years looking over your shoulder?

Is it worth it?

I could confuse you with someone who cared.

Of course I care, we're friends.

Clean yourself up, I’ll give you a ride home.

Tobias...

Okay.

Axel...

I'm glad it was you I came to.

Me too.

When’s the interview?

9:30 - I must change first.

Sort my head out.

I’ve you to thank for that.

My place tonight! I’ll cook.

Is there no end to his talent?

Bye.

Hey.

What I said yesterday when we...

No more doubts.

No turning back.

Forward thrust only.

In the mornings, some fog, otherwise fair and mostly...

...in the Northwest, later in the day, increase of overcast skies, followed by...

Goddammit. The months I spent setting this up.

What now?

Pack your bags.

Come on.

Is it a boy or a girl?

Boy. I checked my bird book.

Males have a dark spot on the wing.

So cute.

Best go, your mother will send a search party.

Can I visit tomorrow?

You must. Or he won't get better.

-Good night. -Night.

...many fans witnessed a premiere:

On its fourth effort, the GDR has made it to the World Cup elimination rounds.

Our best wishes to our side.

-Klara, what is that? -None of your business!

-Yes it is. Let me... -Leave me be!

Get off me.

-Not until I see! -What on earth is going on here?

Show her.

Let her see!

Show her your back.

What is it?

Why is it happening?

Don’t tell Daddy, please?!

She must see a doctor, find out what it is!

Of course Daddy must know, you might be ill.

It's teacher's conference, he'll be in late.

Enough. Go to bed, Klara.

We'll deal with it tomorrow, OK?

It’ll be alright. I’ll make it alright.

Is she sick?

A hormonal thing probably.

I’ll take her to the doctor, sort it.

-But-- -I said I’ll sort it.

Until then your father is not to know.

It’ll just humiliate Klara.

Not a word, Juliane, I mean it.

Change of plan. You stay.

Stick with the Listening Station.

Sabine Cutter - the only other female analyst there:

your new target.

Father's a player in the NSA.

Best ties to NATO, all we could hope for.

She's a different calibre, prime of her life.

You’ll need every trick in the book.

More info once I have it.

What if Lauren recovers, blabs to her about me?

You’ll have a new cover.

Even so, a risk.

Gotta go out on a limb to get the fruit.

This is it now. No turning back.

-What are you doing to me, Lauren? -You suck his dick yet?

I’ve you to thank for that.

Beautiful... so beautiful...

Subtitles: Peter Lohner