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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SILENCED WEAPON FIRING]

FAYE: Three US citizens were murdered in Marrakesh.

Last night, an English speaking female

calls the embassy switchboard.

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

that were killed in Marrakesh.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FAYE (ON RECORDING): Well, hi, Linda, it's-- it's me.

I need your help.

The woman is alive.

She's back in Germany.

Many have been speculating as to this young girl's

whereabouts, but I've been speaking to the experts about

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

She's their fucking legal advisor.

So what's gig?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Pick up [INAUDIBLE]..

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I'm, uh, concerned.

Lock yourself in, now!

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Faye.

Faye!

Faye!

Let's go.

Let's go, go.

Go!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Get in the car.

FAYE: Who was that guy?

What did he want?

Shut up!

What did you do?

Just give me a minute!

[WEST OF LIBERTY THEME]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Oh God.

[DOG BARKING]

She went to work?

Hi, Liz.

LIZ: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

What did you say?

Your girlfriend.

Um, thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Faye?

LINDA (ON VOICEMAIL RECORDING): [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[PHONE BEEPING]

FAYE (ON RECORDING): Well, hi, Linda, it's-- it's me.

Where are you?

Listen, I'm-- I'm at your place.

Something's went wrong, like really wrong.

I need your help.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FAYE: Did you just kill somebody?

[STRESSED BREATHING]

The world is still turning.

[CAR DOOR BEEPING]

FAYE: What is this place?

Used to be a strategic location for Soviet forces

in East Germany.

So this, um, consulting business, were you an agent?

Come on, for the Stasi?

Counterintelligence.

FAYE: For the CIA as well?

For the CIA as well.

You should quit that.

It's not good for your skin.

What?

[SIGHS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I got your message.

What happened?

We've been followed.

Things got a little out of hand.

Where and how?

Isolated rest stop.

No firearms, no cameras, no witnesses.

Good.

You need to change.

Did you find anything on him?

CLIVE: We're working on it.

Now, what does she want?

I don't know.

By the way, she's Hydraleaks Legal Advisor.

Ms. Morris, I'm Clive Barner.

So tell us how we can help you, Ms. Morris.

We were meeting someone from the Marine Corps

Intelligence Activity to help us get immunity from prosecution.

In exchange for?

FAYE: Some data.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You and your colleagues wanted to leave Hydraleaks?

Were you supposed to be among the victims?

Was it Gell who ordered the hits, because I really

don't see who else it could be?

Your guys, of course.

[SCOFFS] You can't seriously think we'd do something

like that, Ms. Morris?

I want full immunity so I can go back home.

A clean slate.

Free.

[INHALES DEEPLY] For the sake of argument,

if I could arrange this, what would you offer us in return?

The document I told you about.

A list.

A list of what exactly.

The names of everyone who's ever leaked information to us.

All our sources.

The list of traitors.

[INHALES DEEPLY] Well, unfortunately, I

have to get to a meeting Ms. M. We'll

pick this up at a later date.

Hey, wait!

Saved the best for last.

I'm all ears.

The US Ambassador--

CLIVE: Ron Harriman.

Is on the list.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[INHALES DEEPLY] I need proof this list exists.

Enjoy your tea, Ms. Morris.

She thinks I've got her now.

So what am I supposed to do with her?

Take her to your place.

No.

Look, I don't even want to live there.

You know, you two make a great couple.

Well then, I want extra money.

Oh, so what else is new?

Listen, I'll send one of my guys over.

I don't know, I've got to get to Copenhagen.

This more abroad is overrated.

Double.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Anything else you didn't tell my boss?

FAYE: What do you want to know?

Where do you keep the list?

How did you really manage to survive

down at Marrakesh, et cetera?

You were planning to bring me the ambassador, right?

Make him arrange immunity from prosecution,

but now you realize my boss can do more for you.

And Gell?

FAYE: What about him?

I'm asking you.

[EXHALES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Come in.

Don't mind the guard.

He's here for your protection.

Want one?

I don't drink.

Mm-hmm.

How long do I have to stay here?

LUDWIG: I hope not too long.

The washer's broke.

Put some pants on.

Excuse me?

[SIGHS]

[SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE]

Listen, I know you killed that guy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Could you tell me who he was?

Come on, I need to know.

Tell me!

I don't fucking know!

You're the one who claims that people are after you.

FAYE: Hello?

Are you leaving?

I need to go to work.

I thought I was work.

You?

You're just some cash on the side.

I run a bar, uh, a restaurant.

You don't look like someone who runs a restaurant.

No?

FAYE: No.

So what do I look like?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

The guy at the door is not leaving.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUFFLED RADIO COMMUNICATIONS]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

So naturally, that's when I said,

end of the postwar consensus?

What postwar consensus?

[LAUGHTER]

Yeah, well.

Uh, Fran?

That's one of those things--

excuse me.

Uh, so.

Clive.

Had a good trip?

I've been noticing some heavy network

activity from your people.

Anything I need to know?

Not really, no.

We've been, uh, doing some routine background checks,

that's all.

You know how it is these days, lots

of smoke, precious few fires.

Uh-huh.

What's, uh, Operation CO?

We've been trying to access some files, but they're restricted.

Ring any bells?

Operation CO?

No, never heard of it, although files are usually

restricted for a reason.

My best advice when it comes to dead ends

is turn around and double back.

Further you go, the tighter it gets.

Well, I must be lucky then.

I usually find a side street.

No more side streets, Clive.

Stick to the freeway.

Besides, as I mentioned earlier, you've

served your country well.

Now hold on a second.

Come the spring, you'll finally be on your way

back home.

Try and look forward to it.

This is for your own sake.

Spring, like spring in a few months.

Just enjoy your time.

Wind things down quietly.

Wind things down?

I'm going to have to fight you on this, Fran.

I really wouldn't advise that Clive.

Ah.

Madam.

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SOBBING]

[DOG BARKING]

[JACKHAMMER HAMMERING]

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

FAYE: [SIGHS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Who?

Oh, Otto Mlopic, yeah, yeah.

MAN (ON PHONE): Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

OK.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Shit.

Yeah?

Yeah, the guy from the rest stop, Mlopic.

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): Yeah?

Where are you?

I'm in my bar.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Where the hell is Faye?

Your guy's watching her.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Oh, yeah, right.

So what about the guy at the rest stop?

Did you find anything out yet?

Not much.

German resident.

The past five years, Russian citizen, Moldovan family.

Moldovan?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Yeah, works part time as a bouncer

at a strip club on Jorgstrasse.

That's owned by, uh, what's his name, Pavel Mink.

[MUMBLES TO HIMSELF]

CLIVE (ON PHONE): You still there?

Yeah.

Is that someone you know?

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): No, no, no, must be--

must be some freelancer.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Uh, got anything from Morris?

No, not yet.

[EXHALES] I thought she might open

up in a more homey environment.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Homey?

You've never been to my place.

OK, listen, there will be riots and shit if you ever get

your hands on the missing girl.

Lock him up.

For the liberal crowd, the man's a hero.

LINDA: I'm looking for my friend.

Have you seen her?

I think she might have come by here.

BARTENDER: No, never seen her.

OK, are you completely sure?

Too bad you missed my boss, he never forgets a face.

OK, but that's good.

Where can I find him?

[SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FAYE: Hmm.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

LUDWIG: Where's Pavel?

Pavel?

[DOGS BARKING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Sorry, um, wrong apartment.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

He has company.

Come.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

PAVEL: Ludwig, my dear friend.

LUDWIG: Hmm?

Sit, sit.

So nice of you to stop by.

I really appreciate it.

Repaid in full with interest.

There is a place across the river.

The place has always been dead.

Nowadays, heh, many see it as an independent country.

I'm not sure I follow.

Transnistria.

Yeah, for the last three years, my friend,

we Moldavians was allowed to control this territory.

Now, the Russians are back in, hmm?

The imperialists don't deny themselves.

There is 515,000 Transnistrian up until yesterday, Ludwig.

Now there is one less.

I don't know what you talking about?

No, no, no, no, no.

I have no problem with you reducing

the Transnistrian population.

In fact, feel free to reduce it even further.

Hmm?

But now we are talking about the consequences

of lacking this particular Transnistrian here.

This one happens to owe me money, $20,000 euro.

So if this envelope doesn't hold $35,000 euros,

you'll see Lord Poppa.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I owe you shit.

Your dog attacked me.

It was self defense.

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

Ludwig, I'm getting very impatient with you.

Now, take your fucking envelope, and get the fuck out of here.

[SIGHS]

[LIGHT THUMPING]

[ROCKS HITTING WINDOW]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

LINDA: Faye, what are you doing here, Faye?

Why is your guy outside your door with the fucking gun?

[SHUSHES]

OK, I'm going to call the police.

FAYE: No!

Can't call the police.

No calls, OK?

But you asked for my help, Faye.

Would you just go home, OK?

Please.

Stay out of it.

Promise.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MARTHA: Clive.

Clive?

[DOOR SCREECHING]

[EXHALES] I thought you were staying overnight.

Changed my mind.

Well, I was surprised.

I thought it might be a burglar.

CLIVE: Well, sorry.

I, uh, I should have called.

I might've shot you by mistake.

Good riddance.

[SNICKERS] Good night.

FAYE: So, Walter Licht, is that your brother?

No, he's too young.

Must be some other--

He is my son.

Your son?

Does he live in Berlin?

[SIGHS]

I guess not.

He lives in Sweden.

FAYE: Sweden?

How come?

LUDWIG: He and his wife moved to the countryside

to live an alternative lifestyle.

Another tweet about it ever damn day.

So you were married?

Yes, I was married.

Who was she?

LUDWIG: Seriously?

OK.

She was an active part of the Christian resistance

against the communists.

Then the wall came down, and--

and our divorce followed pretty soon.

I couldn't tell her I was also working

to bring down the system.

You know, half of all the shit they

shoved down our throats back then was actually quite true.

About the West I mean.

What are you trying to say?

I know what it's like to despise a system.

To want it gone.

But you picked the wrong system to fight.

It may feel empty, but what we have now

is about as good as it gets.

Empty.

It's not the emptiness that bothers me.

It's the crimes.

LUDWIG: [CHUCKLES] You guys, you guys

make a religion out of human rights, when they just fear it.

Human rights are not a religion.

They're laws.

All I expect is adherence to applicable law,

not some kind of utopia.

Tell that to your boss.

So you really don't give a damn about changing

anything anymore?

Not really.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[ANSWERING RECORDING BEEP]

MAN (ON PHONE): Hello?

Hello-- [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

MAN (ON PHONE): [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

MAN (ON PHONE): [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Good.

[CLEARS THROAT] [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

MAN (ON PHONE): Here?

Yeah.

MAN (ON PHONE): [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[DISCONNECT TONE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

CLIVE: See anything you fancy?

Um, black coffee, please.

Oh, and a slice of that amazing marzipan cream pie.

Clive, I'm having breakfast with the Austrian dig--

I know, uh, it's canceled.

I called your secretary.

OK.

CLIVE: Uh, so how's things with Liz?

Coping with exile?

Well, it's not forever but it goes home in the hand.

So people say.

Speaking of which, so how's it looking

for you back in Pennsylvania?

I mean, I assume you're aiming at the next election cycle.

Well, there's nothing.

I don't know what you've heard, but there's nothing definite.

Nothing whatsoever.

CLIVE: Oh, there's an exploratory committee all up

and running, and from what I've heard,

they're already cashing significant checks.

And what business is that of yours?

CLIVE: [EXHALES] I'm of a curious nature.

It sort of comes with the territory.

Well, so what?

You think I'm going to spend the rest of my days

rotting away here?

I'm sure it'll be a walk in the park for you, Ron.

I mean, you've got charm.

The voters will like you.

That's if you're prepared to change nearly all

of your positions, and I'm sure you will.

Did you join the NRA yet?

[CHUCKLES]

So it would be disappointing if your plans

were to become jeopardized?

If it became known that you've been

having conversations with people that you shouldn't have.

What're you talking about?

Oh, I think you know, Ron.

Clive, do you seriously have nothing

better to do than to spy on me?

CLIVE: Hm, well, luckily the taxpayers

keep people like me around to keep

our enemies in check while you're on the cocktail circuit.

Ah.

Put it on his tab.

Well, now it's finally time to ask yourself,

what you can do for your goddamn country?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I really don't know what you're talking about, Clive?

CLIVE: Really.

Lucien Gell has been putting American lives

at risk all over the planet with his treacherous actions.

RON: Damn right.

Mm, and you've been helping him.

And there is a list.

A list?

CLIVE: Of names.

I don't follow.

CLIVE: Names of people who've been leaking to him.

And you're on the list.

RON: I am?

Now the probable overwhelmingly negative outcome

of this should be obvious.

But, hey, Ron, we can fix it.

I realize that it probably just happened as shit tends to do.

Now let's see if we can find a way for you

to show me that you're back on track again.

[HAPPY GRUNTING]

When can I speak to your boss?

[SIGHS] Good morning to you too.

What time is it?

I don't know since I have neither a phone nor a watch.

[MUFFLED CHATTER FROM A NEARBY ROOM]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Do you have anything more to tell him?

FAYE: [SIGHS]

LUDWIG: [INAUDIBLE]

Oh, my god.

I've forgotten what an apparatchik you are.

LUDWIG: [INAUDIBLE]

Yeah, fuck you too.

LUDWIG: Well, whatever.

You need to give my boss the list.

What I need is to be careful.

What happens if it ends up in the wrong hands?

FAYE: [SCOFFS] The wrong hands?

I'm sorry, but I can't think of any

hands dirtier than the CIA's.

I don't think you understand the damage

you're about to cause.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

There was a time when I could have been on a list like that.

Yeah?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): How about a little fishing trip?

Sure, but the meter's running, just to be clear.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): No problem.

We're cooking with gas now.

Harriman talked.

We now know how he delivers reports.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

He leaves a message on Facebook.

Then waits for a courier to show up at the Perestroika Cafe.

What a fucking joke.

The courier usually shows up about 10 minutes after.

[GRUNTING AND POUNDING OUTSIDE]

[GUNFIRE]

Ludwig!

Ludwig!

Cough up my money.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

PAVEL'S HENCHMAN: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

PAVEL: Ludwig!

Ludwig!

Fucking asshole.

PAVEL'S HENCHMAN: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

PAVEL: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Ludwig!

Ludwig!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

PAVEL'S HENCHMAN: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Ludwig!

[MUFFLED ANNOUNCER]

[CAR HORN BLOWING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

JACK: It's on.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Linda?

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