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Hey, Martin.

Where am I?

You're in a safe house.

What?

You're in

a safe house.

I don't feel very safe.

You were involved in a terrorist attack against the head of Deutsche Bank,

and in a failed attempt against Chancellor Kohl.

That one you planned with your aunt.

No.

You know that's not true.

You know that.

No, I don't.

Where's Lenora?

You don't remember?

She asked me to shoot her.

I couldn't.

And then...

I don't know, I blacked out.

She's alive.

But she's still at that café surrounded by cops.

Get here now!

What?

Look at this.

I just got it from Brentwood.

R's Anne“ Schneider.

Found dead in Martin's apartment.

Figures...

You still think he's innocent?

I don't know.

What about Lenora?

What about Lenora?

What happened at the café?

I managed to get Martin out while the cops were surrounding the place.

I assume she's still there with her gun.

We need to get to her before they do.

No, I think the cops are waiting for Special Forces to arrive.

They'll be a while with Kohl's visit. We need Martin's confession first.

We outrun the official investigation and get back into Brentwood's good graces.

- OK? - Yeah.

That's been working really well for us.

I'm really sorry that he turned out to be a killer.

Must be hard on you.

Game over.

We sent a team to search your apartment in East Berlin.

And they found the mother of your son there.

What?

Annett Schneider?

- What did you do? - What did I do?

This was you.

You're a real piece of shit, you know that, Martin?

- I... - You see what you did?

- You're a killer. - No.

- You're a killer. - I didn't do that.

- You did do this. - No!

- You know what this is? - No!

No!

Where's Martin?

What? I thought he was here.

No.

We broke up.

Is Max here?

Max is here.

Thank God.

This came from the district council.

Martin lost custody of Max.

Oh well. He has his mother.

No, his mother's dead.

Dead?

Yes. I found Annett dead in Martin's apartment.

Murdered.

- Martin...? - No!

No, Martin wasn't there. It was Sabine.

From the terrorist group we went to Frankfurt with.

AN EYE FOR AN EYE.

YOU TOOK MY FAMILY, NOW I'M TAKING YOURS. SABINE.

You took the note from the crime scene?

I came right here because of Max, did you not read it?

You came here from the crime scene? - Yes!

Are you crazy? Let's hope nobody followed you.

Of course not. I promise.

Oh God.

Miss Zangen?

Max...

It's so nice to see you.

Yes, hello?

Good day, Mrs. Baumann.

Your colleagues from Normannenstrasse assured me that you can help us.

Yes, of course. Come in.

Thank you.

- Cheers, Kathleen. - To your health.

- Any plans for the weekend? - I'm going to vote!

Walter!

What are you doing here?

My new company, my new living...

livelihood.

You won't be living much longer if you carry on drinking like that.

- I already have four investors. - Oh.

And there's the guy with the largest share.

Good day, Mr. Koopmann.

How do you know him?

He worked closely with Ms. Dietrich on the KoKo.

Didn't you know?

Oh shit.

You should choose your business partners more carefully.

And what are you doing here?

Business as usual.

The HVA still exists?

Oh, Hartmann.

Mr. Koopmann?

I haven't seen Annett for months. She was in Moscow.

Her head was caved in.

Blunt force trauma.

She was battered to death.

And that sounds like a crime of passion to me.

I didn't...

Well, someone did.

Then tell me who.

The only other person that's been in your apartment is that little teacher.

No.

Nicole?

Nicole...

What do you think about Nicole?

You think she did it?

Thank you.

I'm sorry you had to come all this way.

- Excellent. - Delicious.

It was a spontaneous decision.

Well, Max?

We'll take you to your real mom.

- Really? - Yes.

The flight to Moscow departs in two hours.

OK, Max.

Go upstairs and pack your bag.

Max?

Go.

You'll need Max's papers.

Nicole?

They're in the desk drawer.

Would you get them?

Beate, please.

We have no choice.

The KGB still calls the shots.

It's likely to remain that way for the rest of Max's life.

This is crazy.

He's just a child, what do you want?

To ensure his father doesn't do anything stupid.

His father just wants to be left alone.

He wants to be left alone so he can raise Max.

This country is now officially autonomous, your own president said so.

Our president likes to talk.

Martin Rauch knows too much for us to just let him disappear.

Come now, Nicole.

Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be. For Max.

Have you considered what Walter would think?

Walter's socialist convictions have begun to falter,

and this will show him the state is more important than the individual.

Now go to the desk.

Please.

Thank you.

And there won't be any problems in Moscow?

Because of Max's mother.

What sort of problems?

Max's mother was found dead in Martin's apartment.

Oh yes.

Terrible.

Yes.

It's in the left-hand drawer.

There's a little wooden box.

The papers are inside.

Yes. Would you bring it over to me, dear?

Just bring it over, would you, dear?

Thank you.

There's one more thing.

Could I have a quick word with you?

Please.

Excuse the circumstances, comrade. Please take a seat.

My friend,

this entire house has been bugged by the CIA and BND.

I'm almost certain they have been listening in,

and you unfortunately just revealed your plan

to abduct a German child to incite his father to commit treason.

Wait a second.

What are you saying?

I advise you to get out of West Germany as quickly as possible.

And it seems

a child

makes it more difficult for you to be inconspicuous.

Let's go.

I said, let's go!

You can find your way out?

Goodbye.

What did you tell them?

I just...

I just explained...

I just explained the house rules.

And told him it wasn't smart

to reveal his plans of abducting a West German child.

How do you know the whole house is bugged?

I don't.

It doesn't even matter if it's true.

Not one bit.

Oh God.

Right. All that matters is those idiots bought it.

You'd make a good agent by the way.

She's a teacher.

- She's a teacher? - Yes.

Are we talking about the same woman here?

This teacher, who started her teaching career in the middle of a school year?

Just a week before she zipped off to Frankfurt with you?

Or maybe with Annett gone to Moscow,

the HVA and the KGB wanted someone to look out for you?

Because of your record of going off script.

She went to Romania with you.

Who does that?

Think about it.

You'll find someone who loves you, too, one day.

You asshole!

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

She didn't do it, Valdez.

It wasn't her.

It was you.

You did it.

No!

No.

I was a salesman at Robotron.

I wanted a quiet life together with my son.

Until I started working for you.

What is this?

Odorless, tasteless poison?

That we found in your apartment?

That the HVA has been using in targeted assassinations?

You know the name.

You know what it is.

Right?

Yes, the HVA gave it to me.

But I didn't use it.

I was supposed to kill Krenz.

And I didn't, he's alive.

I refused to do it.

That's the truth.

I didn't do it.

I don't give a shit

if you're innocent or not,

whether you did it or not.

All I care about is that you look in that camera,

and tell them you did it.

Please.

That you did the Deutsche Bank murder,

that you tried to kill Chancellor Kohl,

and that you killed the mother of your son, Martin.

That's all I need and I'm begging you please.

This is your last chance.

Please.

Please.

I'm begging you, please.

Just say it.

I didn't do it.

I didn't.

John Tyler, please. He's staying at your hotel.

I need your help.

That's enough.

Orders from Brentwood.

You're done here.

So you're the good cop?

I wouldn't bet on it.

I've really fought for you, Martin.

But you don't make it easy.

What about Nicole?

Is she KGB?

HVA?

Does she work for you?

You know why I didn't come back, right?

No.

Tell me.

I couldn't take Max away from his mother.

I couldn't.

I was a stranger to him.

A complete stranger.

You couldn't understand.

You don't have children.

Three years, Martin.

I didn't hear from you for three years.

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

What is this?

Revenge?

You're framing me for something I didn't do?

I would've given up everything for you.

He didn't do it.

OK, we can still get out of this mess.

Martin knows nothing about the setup in Leipzig.

He's not gonna talk about it.

What about Lenora?

I release Martin, and you go back to that café and take care of her.

No.

You're better suited for that.

Why?

Because you speak the language.

You'll be able to get through East German police.

And then get to her

and make the offer

and gain her trust.

I can't do any of that.

OK.

You release Martin.

Good.

I get to release your lover.

Fine.

Your wife didn't leave you because East Berlin was too much of a cage for her.

You were the cage.

Let him go!

You're welcome.

- Enjoy your stay. - Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Goodbye.

- Hello. - Hello, I'd like to check out.

Room 125?

- You need to sign this. - Thank you.

- Here at the bottom? - Yes.

Mr. Schweppenstette?

Mr. Walter Schweppenstette?

Thank you.

I'm sorry, you must've mistaken me for someone else.

It's about your son, Martin.

- May I leave my suitcase here? - Yes, of course.

Come with me.

A dangerous cell within the East Berlin CIA

allegedly orchestrated an assassination attempt on Kohl,

in order to lure Lenora Rauch into a trap.

But it failed.

Now your son Martin,

who was on her tail,

is being interrogated as we speak.

I have evidence that you and Lenora

were both in Frankfurt,

precisely at the time of the terrorist attack.

Are you threatening me?

Don't. Or else you can forget about us working together.

Mr. John William Tyler Junior.

You know what that is?

It's your HVA file.

That's how thick it is.

How's that skin condition on your knee?

The guy responsible for all this mess

is holding your son captive at a CIA black site.

Hector Valdez.

Your former neighbor.

So now it would come in handy

if you had an HVA file on Valdez?

Do you have one?

I was his neighbor.

I wrote it myself.

- Where's Tobias? - In the study.

- He's on the mend. - Yes?

Look at this.

Our Treuhand idea has been buried beneath all this celebratory nonsense.

Listen to what they've written.

"The concept of a people's property

is not part of the federal constitution.

"No such property will therefore be redistributed to East German citizens."

The sneaky bastards.

You're a HVA agent?

Excuse me?

Since you moved to Bonn in 1972.

What disgraceful lies.

Why?

And spare us the cover story.

I was a committed communist.

- I wanted to serve my country... - And?

I ran away from my father.

Why?

Because he was a homophobe.

You were Martin's commanding officer in Bonn?

Yes.

What?

Is there anyone left we can trust?

I helped you and your daughters to flee to the West.

I drove the peace movement forward.

I've fought for the Treuhand Trust,

to give East Germans their rightful share of the national wealth.

In reality,

I severed ties with the HVA ages ago.

Stop it.

- You know... - Just be quiet!

The least you could do now is tell us the truth.

This is way more complex than you can imagine.

This is not the best time for complex matters.

I really thought

I was on the right path.

What are you doing here?

I want to drink a coffee.

There's no coffee today.

What's happened?

None of your business. Please leave the building.

Does it involve a woman with curly black hair?

Who are you?

BND.

BND?

This is still East German territory.

Now leave immediately!

Valdez, you son of a bitch.

No!

A CIA black site in the middle of East Germany.

The CIA has a knack for showing up in unexpected places.

But not for predicting unexpected events.

Like the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Stop. There he is.

Oh God.

What have they done to him?

It's standard practice.

Let the prisoner find his own way out.

He doesn't know it, but there's only one route he can take.

Then, just when he's starting to feel safe again,

they recapture him.

It breaks even the most resilient.

You know what this is.

You've buried people in forests before.

Where is Brigitte?

She's taking care of Lenora.

I can't let you go, Martin.

You can't shoot me here.

This is a hunting ground, Martin.

No one's gonna think twice.

Go on, keep going.

Please.

Keep.

Going.

Martin?

Martin?

- Martin. - Walter?

Give me the gun, son.

It's alright. Give me the gun.

There you go.

Let's get out of here.

Quickly.

Oh fuck, thank God.

Help me up.

Tyler, get me out of here.

Sorry, son.

Orders.

Orders from who?

Brigitte.

Said I should keep an eye on you.

No hard feelings.

Nicole's at our house in Frankfurt with Beate and Max.

They just had a visit from the KGB.

- What? - Don't worry.

Beate has taken care of it for now.

But not forever.

Yes?

- Beate? - Yes?

We need you to get us out of here, we're stuck.

- Call the comrades in Leipzig... - May I?

- Hello? - Yes?

Can I have a quick word with Nicole?

Please.

Of course. Here.

Go to the bedroom, I'll leave you to speak alone.

Are you OK?

Is Max OK?

Yes, we're fine.

Beate is packing, I'll take Max to the station.

I hope that's OK?

I trust you.

Listen...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Martin?

Yes?

I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

I love you.

See you soon.

Is your son in safety?

Yes.

Excellent.

But we're not quite done here.

What's that supposed to mean?

I I'm really sorry son.

But I can't have any witnesses.

Dear comrades,

dear friends.

In Martin Rauch, we have lost

a committed communist, antifascist and internationalist.

Martin was always guided by our noble socialist ideals:

safety,

security,

dignity, and above all,

peace.

Had he been required

to fight on the frontline for world peace,

Martin would've reached for his sword,

rising up for his country and his convictions,

to join the socialist and anti-imperialist struggle.

In recent months we have all had to watch,

as our country,

our convictions,

and our jobs -.

Now doomed -

all died away.

I assure you,

dear Max,

dear Ingrid,

all of your friends and comrades

will continue to help and support your family.

You can always count on our solidarity.

Martin Rauch,

you will always be in our thoughts.

May you rest in peace.

Sandra and Steffi have already gone ahead.

Let's go.

We're coming back from Frankfurt next month.

I want to give the money I made from the Leipzig investment fund

to the victims of the East German regime.

And perhaps,

turn the Stasi headquarters into a museum.

Sure, Walter,

that's a wonderful idea.

Will you come and visit us when we're in Berlin?

Nina!

Fritz!

Hello, Markus.

Hello, Barbara.

What a surprise.

We have two guards. Did they search you?

No.

Can we come in?

Of course.

What are you two doing here... together?

Walter Schweppenstette told me about your interest in my company.

Did he now?

I need to get something off my chest.

We'll drive Ingrid and Max home.

Then go back on the autobahn.

Come on, we have to go.

Fante's waiting at home.

Let's go, little guy.

You were great today by the way.

- I even cried. - Yes!

Poor Max.

When will we see him again?

They're going to bring him as soon as they can.

When you're all grown up,

I know a job that would be perfect for you.

Actor?

Yes...

an actor.

But in real life.

I don't get it.

You will. I promise.

No, no...

Oh yes.

The finger, the finger!

Off you go.

Goodbye, Martin Rauch.

Hello, Frank Jonas.

Oh well.

Frank...

What did you get?

Sandra.

Marrakesh.

Brigitte, Brigitte.

That's this life over then, right?

Yes.

The Cold War's over.

Capitalism and democracy have won.

There are no alternatives left.

Why would they still need spies?

This marks the birth

of a free and united Germany.

We will build a great wall.

Towers, aerial surveillance.

We will use the best technology.

Including above- and below-ground sensors.

Remember that. Above and below.

We will build a beautiful wall.