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BADAKHSHAN, AFGHANISTAN, 2009

I'll say first thing we do when we get home

is grab ourselves a huge burger at Barney's.

Oh, man. I would destroy a double cheeseburger in like a minute.

Not me, man.

I'd chew every bite at least 32 times.

I can almost smell 'em.

Uh, me too, babe.

Me too.

I mean "them", they're somewhere out there.

You smell Marco, guy shit his pants.

Prepare to move.

Move.

- Man down! - Fuck!

Markell!

Michael! Michael!

Man down!

No!

- No! Please! - Helen, stay down!

No, no!

Gordon! Gordon!

No!

Don't do this!

Gordon, fight!

Fight!

FIght!

Don't do this to me! You don't do this to me!

Oh, God!

When gripping skin tissue, make sure not to press too hard,

as this destroys the tissue and can result in necrosis,

meaning the tissue will die.

The optimum grip on the needle holder

- is between the thumb and... - Hey.

The middle and ring fingers provide support.

Hanna.

- Hanna. - Shh. Everything's fine.

The needle should always be positioned at a 90-degree angle

before penetration. Then grip the needle...

Hey. Lukas, stay with me.

- ... through the tissue. - Lukas.

It's important never to grip the tip of the needle,

as this will damage it.

Repeat this procedure in a parallel direction,

pulling the suture through, until one or two centimeters

remain above the wound.

Then I take the suture at a distance

of around 20 centimeters from the wound

and wind it twice round the needle holder,

grip the end of the suture with the needle holder and pull...

Hey.

Everything okay?

Who are you really?

Guardian angel.

- Nurse. - The truth, please.

Case was my brother.

Half-brother.

Why did you do it?

- Why didn't you just leave me there? - To die?

Lukas, you have a son. You have to fight.

I know what you're going through.

I was going to visit my brother a few weeks ago.

I went to his place.

I parked outside his building and went up to the door.

And then I heard this sound.

And then I saw him.

Or perhaps I should say...

smelled him.

I want to know who did that to him.

Why?

His name was Marc Wessling.

Was?

He's dead.

What are you going to do?

You want revenge?

They'll kill you, too.

How long until you have it?

- _ - Uh, we can crash land in 30 seconds,

- but without chaos, two, maybe three hours, but... - Land it.

Yes, sir.

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Mr. Secretary, ma'am,

we have to cut all BM inquiries to a minimum.

Admiral, I sent you to Berlin to solve a problem,

not to throw our intelligence agencies into utter chaos.

As long as Burning Man is running at full capacity,

it will take two days to identify any illegal access.

We have to cut down traffic, otherwise,

we won't find out what Franke is up to

until it's too late.

We could block all authorizations

by any source other than active military or our agents.

That could work.

- How long is this necessary? - Twenty-four hours.

Not a second longer.

Sir.

FREE WiFi FOUND

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Nelly Hallaska. Good name.

Did you think it up yourself?

You speak German far too well for an American.

Nelly could be your grandmother.

Your grandfather was a GI stationed in Germany.

After the war, when everyone thought the Americans were bringing peace,

rock 'n' roll and chewing gum.

Nuclear bombs.

NSA.

It's all got out of hand, don't you think?

Shall we just cut the crap, Mr. Wankura?

We both know how this ends.

You'll be court-martialled by the USA.

To the letter of the law, of course.

They'll rule that you helped avert a terrorist incident.

You shot everyone in self-defense.

You'll be acquitted. And then you'll go home.

America first.

BND HEADQUARTERS

Yes?

Send him in.

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Access point is down by 58%.

How much longer until we have him in real-time?

- About sixty minutes. - You report to me as soon as it's done.

Sir.

I just went by the book.

I know.

If it wasn't for my report,

the medical insurance would have paid out.

You wouldn't have got involved with the Vietnamese mafia.

They wouldn't have taken Franke.

His brother would still be alive. And his wife.

You'll be walking again in a few months.

Chip implant. Live.

In a few months I won't be able to bear seeing you.

You won't be able to bear suffering me. You'll come with pamphlets

from nursing homes, and I'll yell at you and hurt you and kick you out.

One day I'll piss myself here and die.

You said we're friends, right?

Then help me die.

- Crap! - Caro?

Dad, I know I'm not supposed to play here,

but one of my monsters is here.

- You think the monster's in there? - Yes. Please.

Okay, then let's see.

- Quickly now. The pancakes are ready. - Okay.

Come and eat.

Sir. I didn't expect the BND to show up so quickly.

I almost had him, but...

It doesn't matter anymore.

- But, sir, I... - Helen.

After your debriefing, you'll be flown to Ramstein immediately

where you'll be taken into temporary custody, officially.

The ambassador will see to it that you get home as fast as possible.

Nelly Hallaska no longer exists.

Sit down.

You won't get away with this.

Even if you shoot me.

Remember the day when your baby daughter

first came home with your wife?

I remember that.

Suddenly it was all different.

Everything before that was history.

Unimportant.

I loved it.

Watching them.

As they lay in bed asleep beside me.

The peace.

What did you expect?

That I'd just let it go?

You take my wife from me. You take my son.

Destroy my family.

How am I supposed to live with that?

Tell me. How?

Does my son know his mother is dead?

I didn't tell him.

- I couldn't. - Where is he?

I don't know. The BND had nothing to do with it.

They took him.

Who?

The NSA? The CIA? Who?

Who?

What do I have to do to get my son back?

Give me the name of the woman who killed Hanna and my brother.

Nelly. What's her real name?

Open it.

Open it!

Think of the happiest moment in your life. Something unique to you.

That no one can take away.

Yes, my love. I am here.

Come to Daddy.

If it was your child,

what would you do?

You know these people. Please help me.

Helen Grant.

Her name is Helen Grant.

CIA agent.

That's all I know.

The exchange on the bridge...

would we have gotten our son back?

No.

Not now, Dad, I'm drawing.

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Terminate Nelly Hallaska.

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I don't want a single trace to remain.

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We need to make a stop at my apartment.

Our accesses are down to 10%, sir.

Everybody, listen up!

You know the drill.

Let's find this motherfucker.

- Hello? - Delivery.

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- Sir? An unauthorized query. - Send it over.

That has to be Franke.

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How did he know Sergeant Grant's identity?

Wankura.

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Hello, this is my voicemail. I'll call back.

It's Gardner. Call me back.

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Put the phone down.

Do it.

Do it!

Having a gun is one thing.

Using it is another.

Millimeters to the left or right,

and you'd be dead. And your wife probably alive.

How does it feel to be responsible for a person's death?

- You tell me. - It's not my fault Hanna died.

I hunt down terrorists.

- People who break laws. - What laws? You make the laws.

9/11, Paris, Nice, London, Berlin...

What other attacks will there be?

Are you protecting us?

Lukas Franke?

Hanna is dead because you made a bad decision.

- You shouldn't have kept the laptop. - Where's my son?

Where is my son?

You won't be seeing your son again.

Where's my son?

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Taken abroad ages ago.

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- Where's my son? - He'll forget you. You and Hanna.

He'll never forget me. Where's my son?

- We won't risk him taking revenge. - Where's my son, please.

- No more fanatical terrorists! - Where's my son?

You'll never find him. Not even with Burning Man.

Your son no longer exists.

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- See to it that she's transferred to the States. - Yes, sir!

Today.

Admiral.

We got Burning Man back.

You didn't give it away.

Take it with you. Deactivate it.

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It's all over the grapevine,

but we wanted your personal confirmation.

The illegal access has been found and identified

and no longer poses a threat.

How long until our officers have access to Burning Man again?

Two hours at the longest,

- worldwide and unlimited. - Very good, Admiral.

And Franke's in custody?

Well, that's just a matter of time, sir.

The guy would have triggered World War III

and put the blame on us.

We're gonna make him pay for it.

I have no intention of leaving Berlin

until I have deactivated Franke.

Once and for all.

Come over here. Take a look at this.

The neighbor heard a gunshot.

A bag was carried out later.

We have to find Franke in case it wasn't him

that they were carrying out.

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PERSON UNKNOWN

We have had access to the entire surveillance system

in this city and despite that, we have not, in three days,

had a single sign of life from Lukas Franke!

Maybe he's left the country.

- Maybe he's dead. - Then find his corpse!

If he's buried somewhere, dig him up!

If he blew himselfy sky-high,

scrape his fucking pieces together

and verify the DNA!

Aye-aye, sir.

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The rules up there

don't apply down here.

If you want to survive here,

you have to see to it

that they're afraid of you.

Because they think you carry a knife.

And when you're asleep

and they come too close, then...

Bam!

Or...

you've got some shitty disease. Something in your blood.

That would infect them,

if they beat you to death.

You got it, kid?

You want to survive?

Then scare them.

And don't sleep too deep.

Sir? We have a visitor. Camera four.

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