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I went to the Soviets, to Lubkov...

because I was trying to find the man who killed my husband.

His name is Vasily Lubkov. -What's so interesting about him?

I think he's got the answers to the Beethoven deaths.

Fuck me.

We never know when to expect the two of them.

It's always pretty last minute.

I know everything. You can buy my silence.

I want to leave Berlin and go to England.

We need men like you.

Was it really necessary to kill the entire family?

It was the cleanest solution.

Mr. Scott. My name is Victor Kovrin.

Sometimes you need to stir things up

to gain clarity.

Now, can we talk about the death of the scientist Manfred Ziegler?

I don't know anything about this man.

I'm going to let you go. -What?

I'm now your only friend.

If you ever feel in danger, memorize this number,

call it and say, you "feel rather unwell."

Your question implies

that there are people in West Germany

who want us to mobilize construction workers

of the GDR capital to build a wall. Am I right?

I am not aware of any such plans.

Most of the capital's construction workers are busy building apartments.

Their manpower is at full capacity and focused entirely on these projects.

Nobody has any intention of building a wall.

I've said it before--

EAST BERLIN, KGB HEADQUARTERS JUNE 15, 1961

How are you, Waltraud?

Good, Comrade General.

Bring cognac and glasses.

Comrade General.

So good to see you back, Vasily Ivanovic.

Thank you, Comrade General.

Well, I'm relieved you're back. Safe and sound.

I don't know what sort of game those guys are playing.

They want to provoke us. The situation with that CIA agent is proof.

Was this the man who interrogated you?

Yes. That's him. Fielding Scott.

Fielding Scott. Again, Fielding Scott.

What did he ask you about? -Mainly, the scientist Ziegler's death.

And they asked me about Fiesler.

Good. Alright.

I have to say, sir...

the Ziegler incident was orchestrated masterfully.

We wouldn't want to risk

that missile system getting into the hands of the imperialists.

Vasily Ivanovic, let's toast to the motherland.

To the motherland!

I assume Scott tried to question you about our source.

Yes, he did. But I told him nothing.

Because I know nothing.

Socrates once said:

"I know that I know nothing." Sometimes, the best way to survive.

I was wondering... Did Scott mention Beirut to you

by any chance? I'm curious.

Beirut?

So did he mention Beirut?

Yes...

he kept asking me about it.

I don't get why. Of course, I didn't have any information for him.

Of course not.

WEST BERLIN

Hey, good morning. -Good morning.

I hope you're not still tired. -I'm exhausted.

SPY CITY*

WEST BERLIN

Mr. Scott?

What a surprise.

Kovrin...

What a coincidence.

I was just looking out of the window as we passed by and...

My god, Fielding Scott! -Yes, what a coincidence.

Do you live nearby?

I think you know where I live.

I know a lot, but I don't know everything.

For example, I don't know anything about Beirut.

Beirut?

Funny. Have you been there?

No. Have you? -Never.

I'm glad I spotted you, Mr. Scott.

Since you came to Berlin, things have become more exciting.

What, in the Air Liaison Committee?

That's your job, isn't it?

Must be interesting work. -Has its perks.

Well... I wish you a good evening.

Maybe we'll meet again, one of these days.

We're very thorough. We never throw anything away.

WEST BERLIN CRIMINAL ARCHIVE

I wish we had the same presence of mind.

This is it. All the evidence from the murder of Simon Haldane.

Could you sign your name, sir?

I see you've looked at this evidence before, sir.

Yes. Twice before.

I keep thinking I'm missing something.

Everyone has looked at this.

The British, the Americans, the Berlin CID.

Time after time.

There are no secrets in this box.

Something should be here, and it's not here.

This is life.

Its essential mystery. Is it not?

Something should be here, and it's not here.

I don't give a fuck about "life's essential mystery."

Any news of Lubkov?

I have no news.

Well, it seems he's been released. He's...

back in East Berlin.

What? Released?

Why would they release him? It makes no sense.

Petrie says he has no idea.

He said the Lubkov snatch has nothing to do with him.

It looks like an operation Scott did himself. -Scott?

Is that possible without Petrie's approval?

Certainly unusual.

But I believe Petrie... He's obviously upset about the situation.

It's all very strange. -So what does that make Scott?

If he has the power,

the autonomy, to snatch a Russian agent on his own and release him.

It makes him something of a dangerous man, I would say. Wouldn't you?

Someone we should keep a close eye on. -Yes.

So what do we do about him?

Do you want me to do something?

I want you to keep a close eye on him.

Have him followed.

With Petrie, we know where we stand.

But now, with Scott, this rather changes everything.

You'll have to be careful.

Yes, you're right.

Madame Bloch?

Yes? -Lubkov sent me.

We have information about Udo Hoff.

Where is Lubkov? -Please come with me.

EAST BERLIN KGB HEADQUARTERS

You will be met on the second floor.

I will wait for you here.

Wait here.

Please come in.

No, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Madame Bloch.

Also, Comrade Lubkov speaks very highly of you.

I was told Lubkov had information.

Well, he told me...

you are very persistent on...

getting information on someone...

on someone...

called Udo Hoff.

I only expect you to keep your part of the deal.

I compromised myself. Towards my own people.

And Vasily Lubkov promised to get me to Udo Hoff in return.

That's all I want. -Your search is over.

Udo Hoff is dead.

Stop it right there, Mr. Kovrin.

I saw Udo Hoff with my own eyes.

So... your beautiful eyes were deceiving you.

Why do you work with such men?

Men like Udo Hoff?

You fought a war to destroy these people, these Nazis.

Over 20 million Russians died in this war.

But yet now you work with them, hand in glove, these scum, these Nazis.

You don't understand, Madame Bloch.

In this new world...

you cannot always choose your colleagues. -So you admit it.

You do know Udo Hoff?

I admit nothing.

I just want to tell you that it's not only futile

searching for a dead man.

It can also be dangerous.

You better drop it, Madame.

I have nothing more to say to you.

Let her through.

Sergej,

have Vasily Ivanovic report to me.

What's happened?

I went to the East.

I met Victor Kovrin.

Jesus Christ. -I was told he had news of Udo Hoff.

Well, did he? -No.

He wanted to warn me not to search for him.

And then he just let you go again?

Yes, the meeting was terminated.

It was lucky you weren't terminated.

He didn't mean to let me know, but...

Kovrin confirmed that Udo Hoff is alive.

So he is in the East?

Yes, I have people making inquiries. I told you.

Was that wise?

I'm not concerned about being "wise."

Udo Hoff is in the East. That much I know for sure.

"Somewhere in the East." That hardly narrows it down.

Maybe you can help me find him?

Kovrin went out of his way to warn you.

I'd take that warning seriously if I were you.

I'm taking it seriously.

If they want to kill me, let them kill me.

I can't let the bastard who took my husband live.

Yes, and I'm not going to let them take you from me.

So you won't help me? -No, I won't help you.

Please.

Please stop looking for this man.

Come in!

What happened to my files?

They were taken to central records, sir. For microfilming, I believe.

This is outrageous. You can't just do that!

Who authorized this?

General Kovrin.

Right.

Maybe the time has come to leave.

Is your phone still working?

No.

I need to make a very urgent call.

Alright.

Thank you.

I'm not feeling very well.

Yes.

I need to come. Now.

I know the place. I can meet you there.

The snack stand.

Okay.

EAST BERLIN BRITISH CHECKPOINT

They may have broken my legs

But they couldn't break my spirit

And if they asked me today

I'd extend my hand

At the end of the day, brother

We're all the same

We are free

We are free We are free

Oh, brother, in the end We're all the same

Free, free Then we're free

We're all equals!

Super, Reinhart!

Elisa?

What are you doing here?

I wasn't expecting to see you.

What did you think?

You were great.

Really good.

Just like back then.

They seemed to really like it. -Just like back then, Reinhart.

And you know what happened to you.

We can't go through that again.

They'll put you back in jail if you keep this up.

Listen, Elisa.

Nobody knows that I do this.

It's not publicized. I just come by and play.

No! They know everything. They know all about you.

You have to stop. Now.

Please. Stop doing this.

Things are falling into place.

Everything's about to change. I promise you.

EAST BERLIN FRENCH CHECKPOINT

Stop!

Freeze!

Help me! Help me!

Thank you.

Another one got away. I don't believe it.

Thank you.

GERMAN DEMOCRATIC SECTOR OF BERLIN ENDS IN 7M

WEST BERLIN FRENCH SECURITY HEADQUARTERS

I have important information about Berlin.

Berlin?

What information? -I only speak to one man.

I want to speak to this man. An English man, only to him.

What man? What's his name?

His name is Fielding Scott.

We don't know anyone called "Fielding Scott."

You'd better tell us what your information is.

I only talk to Fielding Scott.

Why did you come to the French zone if you wanted to talk to some English person?

They were watching the crossings.

Only the French zone was safe.

She's not to talk to Scott, understood?

Of course.

I'm home!

Already drinking? -Never too early for a nice glass of wine.

Magnificent.

There was some mail. I left it on the table. -Thank you.

Cheers. -Cheers.

MEET FIELDING SCOTT AT THE RESTAURANT OLIVENBAUM

ON JULY 7 AT 1 PM OR THIS PHOTO WILL BE MADE PUBLIC

Hey.

What's this about?

We're meeting someone who may know something about Haldane

and his connections in Beirut.

Who?

I don't know. I just received a message...

suggesting we meet.

But I don't know who it's from.

Well, it could be a trap. -Yes, but not if it's in broad daylight.

It's at the Olivenbaum so must be...

Hey, have you got any news on Lubkov?

Yes, he's coming in.

Jesus.

Yes, what happens next could tell us a lot.

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm fine. I better be going. -See you there.

Yes, see you later.

Ulrike Farber?

I'm Severine Bloch.

I'm a friend of Fielding Scott.

Did he send you?

No.

He doesn't know I'm here.

But I know you have something that I need.

Really?

What could that be?

May I come in?

I think you know what it is.

I suppose you're a "diplomat" as well. Like Fielding Scott.

Yes, in a manner of speaking. -How do you know Mr. Scott?

He's a... colleague.

We work together. The allies, you know. In the West.

He's an interesting man.

And you're an interesting woman.

I love your photographs.

Perhaps it's best if you don't tell Mr. Scott I came to see you.

I know you took a photograph of me.

That's true.

May I have the negative?

Obviously, I'll pay you. A large sum.

I never sell my negatives.

Maybe you could make an exception.

Just this once.

Alright.

I'll make an exception.

I said I was willing to pay you a nice sum of money for it.

I didn't say I was going to kill you.

Well, you never know what a "diplomat" really means

when he or she says something.

True.

Thank you.

WEST BERLIN

One sausage, please.

Thanks.

A coffee, please.

Thanks.

Thanks.

What do we do now?

You stay here.

How long?

Five minutes.

Then go to the church at the edge of the square.

I'll be waiting in a car. A blue Opel.

Get in beside me.

What then?

We'll get you back to England.

Is it safe?

Where did he go?

There he is!

What happened?

Yes, that's him.

Any idea who killed him? -No.

That man in the market, who was he?

He was a contact.

He said he had information he wanted to share.

Why didn't he come to your office?

I don't know.

It was his idea to meet at the flower market.

You know who he was.

No.

We had no chance to talk. -He was a Russian.

Really?

An official for the trade consortium.

That doesn't make any sense.

What do you mean? -What would he want to talk to me about?

You tell me.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he thought I was someone else.

What is it about you, Mr. Scott? -Sorry?

When you are in Berlin, people seem to get killed.

It's nothing to do with me, I assure you.

Maybe it's a Berlin problem.

Maybe you're right.

Who was the man that was killed?

WEST BERLIN CIA HEADQUARTERS

I don't know. -Does anyone?

It's not important. It's a British matter.

Yes, but the man killed at the market must have been someone important.

A hit in broad daylight. -Maybe. Possibly.

Well, why can't he be identified? -You know they found the killer?

No. Who was he? -Some piece of shit found dead

in a warehouse near Tegel. Money left around his body.

Obviously paid to do the hit. Then he was hit himself.

Why would anyone kill the killer?

Because it's fucking neat.

Because it's tidy. An investigation tends to stop

when the killer is found, especially dead. It's a Mafia specialty.

Mafia? -You were in Sicily. You should know.

The target is killed, then the killer is killed.

Almost always, almost immediately.

Mystery over. Case closed.

Yes, but we're in Berlin now.

When were you with Scott in Sicily?

'44.

He was there before I was. -What was his role again?

He was a commando attached to the SAS.

Think about it. Sicily. Mafia.

The Mafia ran Sicily after the invasion in '43. Scott would know the pattern.

Yes, but I hardly think Scott would have a guy killed at the market

and have someone kill the killer. What's in it for him?

Because it has to do with fucking Beethoven, as you said!

I don't know what, but that would explain it.

Everything Scott does has something to do with Beethoven.

Do you think Scott is some kind of communist?

What? Absolutely not.

Why not? Why are you so sure, Conrad?

You think he's some type of double agent?

Doesn't matter.

This whole business makes one thing absolutely clear:

Fielding Scott is a man we have to deal with. Don't you see?

"Expose" and "reveal" were the words he used.

He actually asked me if I thought you were a communist.

Jesus.

Maybe he meant it metaphorically.

Maybe the moon is made of cheese.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

The Lubkov killing really spooked him. I've never seen Dunn so wound up.

If he wants to "expose" me, then we have proof.

Don't you see?

Give me a break. You really think Dunn's a traitor?

You think he's feeding stuff to the Russians?

Yes, I think it's Dunn, and he needs to be dealt with.

My apartment was bugged, by the way.

Why did Dunn meet Lubkov at that cinema? That's the key question.

Who would want Lubkov silenced?

Dunn.

Lubkov was running and ready to talk.

Maybe it has to do with that photo he's been searching for.

I can see how it'd be hard to come to terms with. He's obsessed.

And now Lubkov's dead and he wants to "expose" me.

Maybe he's worried about what Lubkov said under interrogation.

Maybe that he told me about that photo.

Rather falls into place, doesn't it?

Yes.

Jesus. Dunn really is a bit paranoid, isn't he?

He sees enemies everywhere.

And I mean, everywhere.

If he wanted to "expose" me,

why doesn't he just go to Petrie?

Speak his fears. Tell him what he's worried about. Have me investigated.

Have me arrested. I'll tell you why:

Because he wants it to be a CIA rogue mission.

He's running scared.

Fielding...

Be careful.

Once Dunn has an idea, it obsesses him.

Don't worry.

I'll be careful.

See you Saturday.

Who's paying for this?

It's on the CIA.

HEADQUARTERS BERLIN BRITISH SECTOR*

Why the fuck can't we meet in the office, Scott?

I don't want our conversation recorded. -Jesus Christ.

Lubkov's dead. -I know.

Have you any idea the shit that's going to come our way from the Russians?

Do you know who killed him? -Of course I don't.

Are you out of your mind? -Lubkov was going to come in.

He was worried.

Frightened. -Of whom?

I don't know.

Kovrin?

You provoked Kovrin.

You snatched Lubkov, let him go, and then when he came back, he was killed.

Did you know Torrance Dunn met Lubkov here in West Berlin?

What?

Are you saying those two were the source? -I don't know. It's complicated.

A lot of people had a stake in Lubkov. Me included.

Dunn...

and Kovrin...

makes me wonder. -Wonder what?

What did Lubkov know exactly?

What precise information did Lubkov have?

Why did he need to be terminated?

I don't know.

Haven't a fucking clue.

What happened in Beirut?

Beirut?

Now you've really lost me. -Well, have a little think.

Have a ponder.

It might become clear to you.

One day, Scott.

You and I.

When this black farce is over...

there'll be a reckoning. -Well, I look forward to it.

Madame Bloch?

What's the matter?

You're all wet. -Is there anything I can do?

I'm alright. It's okay.

It's just water.

What's wrong with her? -How should I know? Not our business.

Enjoy your meal.

I said I'd only talk to Fielding Scott.

I'm sorry. You will have to talk to me.

Then prove to me you don't work for the Russians.

Would you give us a moment?

I saw you...

at the KGB headquarters.

In my coffee, there was a red exclamation mark.

In the mug, on the bottom.

The Russians are everywhere.

Prove to me you don't work for them.

How could you have seen me at the KGB?

I worked as a German secretary.

For Vasily Lubkov. -You know he was assassinated?

I have a date to give you. -A date?

I'm listening.

Sunday, August 13th. -Next month?

Yes. -What's so important about this date,

August 13th?

This particular Sunday? -I will only tell Fielding Scott.

You know I can never get over how excited I am to see you.

It's astonishing.

It's like the first time every time.

Thank you.

You're sweet.

Why did you want to see me?

A man came up to me...

in a store...

and threw water in my face. -Jesus, what?

It was a warning. From Udo Hoff.

Udo Hoff? How can you be sure?

I just know.

Then maybe you should stop it. -No.

It proves I'm getting closer.

He knows I'm after him. He's frightened. -Severine, be careful.

You know what he's capable of.

I know.

Don't worry. I'll be careful.

What's wrong? -I'm not supposed to tell you this,

but I'm getting nowhere.

We had a walk-in. A woman.

Codename "Merkur," she says.

Merkur? -She gave us a date, August 13th.

So?

She's not telling us.

She says she will only talk to you.

She was Lubkov's secretary.

What does she want?

The usual: money, a passport, a new life in France.

In exchange for one date in the calendar? What could it possibly be?

Russians surround the city, move their tanks in?

It could be.

Then it could be World War III, in that case.

WEST BERLIN JULY 7, 1961

Yes, Mr. Greer. We have your reservation.

We have a very special table for you. -It's only me. I'm starving.

Welcome to Olivenbaum.

Please follow me.

May I offer you gentlemen a drink? -A gin and tonic.

I'm fine, thanks.

You alright? -Sure, yeah.

Where's Mateas?

"Matthias." -Matthias.

He's not working today.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What are you thinking?

Food-wise.

Come on, what's really going on?

I know you too well. What's going on?

I'm being blackmailed.

Fuck.

They have photographs of me and Matthias.

Shit.

This meal.

This restaurant.

This whole fucking thing just to get you here.

He's heading back. He's heading back.