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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

MAN: [SPEAKING GERMAN]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): --left to go in the game.

The score remains exactly 56 to 98.

The [INAUDIBLE]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): A drive down the lane.

Beautiful pass.

[INAUDIBLE]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

WOMAN (ON TV): Hydraleaks aspires

to expose what it sees as hyper-critical and

counterproductive Western behavior.

But the organization's top man, Lucien Gell,

wanted by a myriad of different intelligence services has

been in hiding for nine months.

Doesn't seem to be coming out anytime soon.

As arrest warrants for Gell have been issued by police

and can be for the US, the UK, and Germany.

Many of them speculating as to-- - Fuck.

WOMAN (ON TV): --his whereabouts.

But I've been speaking to the experts

about where he might be hiding.

Ludwig?

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[DOORBELL]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Linda, it's me.

[DOOR SLAMS]

JEANIE JOHNSON: Sir?

What?

Something's come up we need you to look at.

New perfume?

Sorry, that's not an appropriate question these days.

I've heard worse, sir.

Really?

[PHONE RINGING]

What's going on?

Last night, 19:05, sir, an English speaking female

calls the Embassy switchboard, requests to speak

to Ambassador Harriman.

The operator declines, asks the woman to call back Monday.

Five minutes later, she calls again, very upset, desperate.

Same operator takes the call.

WOMAN (ON RECORDING): Listen to me.

I have important Information.

MAN (ON RECORDING): Yes, ma'am, I'm listening.

WOMAN (ON RECORDING): It's about the Americans

that were killed in Marrakesh.

MAN (ON RECORDING): Yes, ma'am, I'm listening.

Could you leave your name and number, please?

WOMAN (ON RECORDING): I will only speak to Ron.

MAN (ON RECORDING): Ambassador Harriman is unavailable.

But like I said, I suggest you leave your name and number.

She hangs up.

What the hell is she talking about?

Americans killed at Marrakesh?

Our Console General in Casablanca, I

have his name here--

Get to the point.

Well, he confirms that a few days ago, three US citizens

were murdered in Marrakesh.

All men in their 30s, shot dead in a local establishment.

Any other victims?

There was, a Moroccan.

Why did you exclude him?

Arabs don't count?

With all due respect, sir, I--

I was joking, Johnson.

Of course, Arabs don't count.

But who's investigating, any one of our departments?

Possibly.

FBI, certainly.

But there's no official file so far.

We couldn't find any reports or logs.

That call to the Embassy, anyone

could have picked that up.

JEANIE JOHNSON: Sir?

An incoming call to a diplomatic post

on an unsecured line, any son of a bitch could have listened in.

That's probably accurate, sir.

You want me to make some calls?

Hell, no.

Find this woman.

[PHONE RINGS]

[BEEP]

LINDA (ON VOICEMAIL): Hi, it's Linda.

Leave a message.

[BEEP]

Hi.

Hi, Linda, it's me.

Where are you?

Listen, I'm at your place.

Listen, things went wrong, went really wrong.

I need your help.

[DOG BARKS]

[PHONE BUZZES]

[SPEAKING GERMAN ON RECORDING]

MAN (ON PHONE): Ludwig, where are you?

Your debt is now 15,000 euros and counting.

If you get blood on me when I cut your throat,

I send you the dry cleaning bill, huh?

[PHONE BUZZES]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Have you found her?

Not yet, but we know who the victims are.

Marine Lieutenant Wallace, three completed tours in Iraq.

Tom Jefferson, freelance journalist from Boston.

And Peter Mueller, an IT consultant.

Shot 2 to the head, execution style, in a barbershop.

They'd all checked the tourist box on their immigration forms.

Spent only three days in the country before.

The for and from where they were staying doesn't check out.

So what are the Moroccans saying?

I'm on it, sir, but so far not a whole lot.

We wanted to save the best for last, sir.

The IT consultant, Mueller, was one

of Gell's Hydraleaks comrades.

Holy shit.

We thought you'd be pleased, sir.

Pleased doesn't even begin to describe it.

What was Herr Mueller's role in Hydraleaks?

Top guy, number three or four.

Damn, I miss the days when you could smoke in the office.

You ever tried e-cigarettes?

Could it be a new terror group announcing itself on the scene?

Ah, the connections Hydraleaks trumps everything else.

But a triple homicide in broad daylight

in a public place and no cleanup afterwards?

Taking out US citizens, members of the military,

and the media, no less.

I know it doesn't make any sense.

It's too messy.

And for what purpose?

Hydraleaks inside like Mueller will be worth a lot more

still alive.

I don't want to run this through the systems yet.

No reports, no locks, got it?

Now, we run this op from here.

Just us.

You know you can trust us, sir.

Us?

Almond and I.

That narcissistic little fucker.

Almond?

No.

Gell, for fuck's sake.

We've got a location on the woman, sir.

An apartment in Mitte.

Just give me a minute.

I got to make a phone call.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Verification, please.

Just a second.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Sir?

Yeah, just a second.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Hello, sir.

Verification, please.

Hello?

Are you there?

De Gaulle.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Thank you, sir.

Your call is now patched through.

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): It's about time.

Time flies.

You were right.

Top of the world.

And you?

How are things?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Well, they've cut

back off means at the center and Hamburg gets all the resources.

Our days of hope and glory are over.

So are mine.

So what's the gig?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Pick up in Mitte.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

What's the package?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Civilian.

She may have witnessed an event we're interested in.

Threat level?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Nothing credible.

We might stay at that.

So what do you need me for?

I've never been a very good cab driver.

Do you still have access to our little fade out?

I guess so, yeah.

But, you know, it's-- it's been ages

since Liz Taylor was a virgin.

You know what?

It wouldn't hurt it actually paid off this time.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Haven't we always taken good care of you?

Well, you know--

Oh, and talk to her.

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): Talk?

Me?

About what, exactly?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Anything.

What nationality is she?

Ask her yourself and then you tell me.

Our wait is over.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

This is [INAUDIBLE].

[CAR ENGINE STALLS]

Oh, fuck.

[CAR ENGINE STALLS]

Come on.

[STARTING CAR]

The woman is alive.

She's back in Germany.

It's been confirmed.

There's nothing on the news.

Fortunately.

There are pressing matters to discuss, Mr. Gell.

The less I discuss with you about your activities,

the better.

You really still think you can trust her?

Completely.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[DOORBELL]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Good afternoon.

Amir just called you.

I know you're in there.

I can see you.

Please open the door.

The Embassy sent me.

How did they find me?

Of that, I'm not informed.

Just open the door.

Excuse me.

Are you by yourself?

Huh?

Are you alone?

Yes.

Good.

Let's go.

Pack your stuff.

Who are you?

I'm, uh, concerned.

I have orders to take you somewhere safe.

Keep it.

OK? Let's go.

Pack your stuff.

Where?

I don't know.

I will only speak to Ron.

OK.

The ambassador is traveling.

Really?

Fucking I don't know.

Is this your bag?

Let's go.

No.

Wait.

What are you doing?

Faye Morris.

What are you doing?

It's not the first time you've been in, right?

What the fuck?

Your phone can be traced.

It's a burner phone.

I'm not fucking stupid.

It's still unsafe.

Let's go.

Listen, people are after me.

Like who?

Why should I trust you?

Just-- easy.

Easy.

Listen.

If I had the instructions to kill you, you'd be dead by now,

right?

Let's go.

OK.

Faye Morris, 184, Washington, DC.

She claims that people are after her.

What kind of situation should I be ready for?

Lovely.

Well, why did we only get one hit on Morris since she's

been living in Germany.

She hasn't been a permanent resident.

But Verfassungsschutz has a file on her.

They do, but we don't?

No.

How the fuck is that possible?

Wait, here's something.

Just the name Morris.

Hydraleaks [SPEAKING GERMAN].

She's their fucking legal advisor.

So, consultant, what's that supposed to mean?

Are you some kind of torture expert?

I don't think we torture that many people in Europe anymore.

Really?

So who's after you, some form of government agency?

No.

Something personal?

What do you do for a living?

It's none of your business.

Anyone back home in the states who

knows about your globetrotting?

What is this place?

Just a place.

Come on.

Come in.

Welcome.

That's it.

Make yourself comfortable, Miss Morris,

you have a room with a view.

In here you have a [INAUDIBLE].

Maybe you'll find something which is still good--

coffee, everything.

And when will I talk to Harriman?

You just have to wait, I guess.

Wait?

Yeah.

But how will I get in touch with people?

With people?

Yeah.

Listen, I need to speak with the Ambassador right now.

You're safe here, OK?

Is that what you wanted?

Wait.

Where are you going?

You can't just leave me here.

This is against the law. No.

The law?

Yes.

You're really funny.

The law.

No, you can't leave me here.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah.

The package has been secured.

Great.

Meet me at Staten Island.

I'll be there in 30.

light Mercedes.

Say an hour.

[DIAL TONE]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Will you be home in time for dinner?

Probably not.

I'm in a meeting.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Oh, for goodness sake.

Gotta go.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

I can't stress enough the importance

of keeping the lid on this.

Everything's so blurred these days.

It used to be a wide area which was us

and a black area, which was the Commies.

And now, there's just one area and it's

gray, like a pig's guts.

Whatever you say, sir.

Forget it.

It's just an old man's disillusioned babble.

Stretch your legs for a bit, Johnson, will you?

Clive.

Hey.

You gained some weight.

And you look like shit.

What are you really up to, Clive?

A week ago, three Americans were murdered in Marrakesh--

one marine, two civilians.

Last night, Morris telephoned the Embassy here demanding

to speak with the Ambassador.

Claims she had Intel on the Moroccan incident.

Triple murder.

Yeah.

I haven't heard a word.

No one has.

So this operation might have some jurisdictional issues.

Really?

I don't want any interference.

We can't have a bunch of cops walking all over this.

I want to talk to Morris tomorrow.

Where?

The old place, 10:00.

It's still there, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

All right.

Seems like a fierce imbalance for inflation.

So how much do you want?

15.

Gees, that's a lot of money.

I'm surrounded by fresh fruit.

I haven't a clue who to trust.

You and I, we're the only ones left from the old days.

It's still 15.

So who's she, anyway?

It's my latest squeeze.

Right.

See you tomorrow.

OK.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yes, sir.

Are you online?

Of course.

Go to Harriman's file and run a search for Morris there.

Can't find anything, sir.

Damn.

Wait, there's something.

What?

But it's not accessible.

Really?

I'll keep digging, sir.

Now, how the hell am I going to be

able to get any sleep now?

Maybe I should have a powwow with the Ambassador tomorrow.

Feel him out a bit, ask him about Marrakesh,

read his response.

Or maybe that's the worst idea I've come up with so far.

Sir, about Licht.

Yeah.

Sorry for asking, but he didn't really

make a stable impression.

Oh, no one can make people talk like Ludwig Licht.

But--

What?

Why did you want me to put trackers on his vehicle?

Because I never take chances.

You should know that by now.

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[INAUDIBLE]

Hello?

PAVEL (ON PHONE): Hello.

Hello, Pavel?

PAVEL (ON PHONE): Oh, Ludwig.

Finally, huh?

I have been looking for you.

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): Stop threatening my staff.

PAVEL: Your staff?

Hmm.

You mean that blonde little whore of yours, huh?

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

She should work for me.

I pay her better.

And I fuck her better, huh?

Listen, I will have the money by tomorrow night, OK?

PAVEL (ON PHONE): I'll believe that when

I have the cash in my hand.

[DIAL TONE]

Sir.

Yes?

I kept digging, as I said.

I didn't get far before I hit a file

embedded in some sub-folder.

When I tried to open it, suddenly a window

pops up requiring the highest clearance level, combined

with some unclear form of encrypted SAP

compartment designation.

What the hell is going on?

The document's called "Operation CO."

Whatever we're dealing with, it's top secret.

And that's all it said, "Operation CO?"

Yep, that's all, sir.

So far, I've seen it in three different locations

in Gell's file.

Every time, access denied.

Well, keep at it.

We have a meeting.

Come on.

Where?

Am I not allowed to ask?

We're going to see my boss, OK?

And who the hell is he?

Come on, you know exactly who my boss is.

Where's Harriman?

Believe me, it's my boss you want to deal with.

He's the only American in this country can

make things happen for you, OK?

You don't like canned food?

I guess not.

Thanks.

Many have been speculating as to Lucien Gell's whereabouts.

But I've been speaking to the experts about

where he might be hiding, and who might be hiding him.

With me today is our expert on foreign affairs,

Sarah Carpenter.

Welcome, Sarah.

Thank you.

What is your insight on Gayle's whereabouts?

Yeah.

Well, you have to ask which regimes are sympathetic.

[RING]

Hi, boss.

How are you doing?

It's good to hear from you.

Just confirming I'll be seeing you at the conference tomorrow.

You don't need to come.

Of course, I need to come.

I'm the Director of European Operations.

Yeah.

I just mean there's nothing I couldn't handle myself,

but just a bunch of freeloading bureaucrats.

Well, I'm already in Copenhagen.

All right.

Yeah.

I may just as well tell you now.

Some decisions are being talked about.

I don't follow.

New policies.

Policies?

About Berlin?

You know what Khrushchev said?

Berlin is the testicle of the West.

When I want the west to scream, I squeeze on Berlin.

What on earth are you talking about?

Look, it wasn't long ago that Berlin was the front line.

We need to make changes.

Fresh blood, more highly qualified tech personnel--

You saying you want to get rid of me?

Nothing's decided yet.

Like I said, we're just talking.

Right.

[PHONE RINGS]

Look--

Oh, I have to get this, Clive.

Bye.

[PHONE RINGS]

Always been curious what a communist neighborhood

would look like.

It's not very attractive.

This is the old West Berlin.

You're kidding.

I grew up in what you call a communist neighborhood

and, believe me, this is not it.

What you picture as a ghetto is actually a sanctuary

for a lot of people.

How long have you been working for them?

Who?

For whomever you're working for.

Since the mid 80s.

I have to pee.

Always go before you leave.

Who are you, my mother?

Seriously, I really need to pee.

Pee in the bottle.

There's a bottle right here.

Are you kidding me?

No.

I'm not going to pee in a bottle.

So you just have to wait, I guess.

How is this even going to work?

I don't know.

I don't want to know.

I'm not going to look, OK?

I look away.

You pee in the fucking bottle.

I can't pee in a bottle.

I'm a woman.

And then you won't pee.

Why can't you just stop the car?

I can't stop the car.

I won't stop the car.

Pee in the fucking bottle.

God damn it.

Go. Go inside.

Lock yourself in.

Now.

[INAUDIBLE]

Maybe so.

[GRUNTING]

[GURGLING]

[SPEAKING GERMAN] Where?

Who the fuck sent you?

Who-- who the fuck sent you?

[INAUDIBLE]

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