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Do you know where you are, Valdez?

-East Germany, sir. -Impossible.

How can you be in a country that doesn't exist.

Excuse me, sir?

The United States government doesn't recognize East Germany as a country,

let alone East Berlin as its capital.

-Of course not... -It is a matter of diplomatic theology...

that Berlin is a single city under Four Power control.

-This here is the Soviet sector. -Right.

And after World War II Germany was divided into four sectors,

and the city of Berlin again into four sectors:

the American, British, French and Russian, sir.

Oh, and just to clear up another common misunderstanding:

West Berlin is not on the border of West Germany,

West Berlin is an island inside of East Germany.

I thought East Germany didn't exist.

I like you, kid.

This... is the bubble.

The Bubble is the only place in the Soviet sector

where you can have an open conversation about anything.

You want to fight with your wife? Go to the West.

You want to go to confession? Go to the West.

You want to sleep with a hooker? Go to the West.

You want to swim naked?

That you can do here.

First because the all do that anyway.

Second, because the only time you'll ever know

that an East German isn't wearing a wire is when he's naked.

Bottom line is when you're in the Soviet sector you're on your best behavior.

The walls have ears, the neighbors are watching you,

and anyone who approaches you first has a reason.

Because no one around here is ever friendly without a reason.

Got it?

Are you here alone?

Newly wed, sir.

My wife Maria is at home unpacking now.

Ah, well. This isn't gonna be much of a honeymoon, but...

the currency here is worthless against the dollar, so...

this is just about the cheapest post you'll ever get.

Not that there's much to buy.

But hey, here's a tip.

Take the little lady out to the Staatsoper restaurant on Unter den Linden one night.

Ten bucks will buy you the fanciest meal you've eaten in your life.

-Ten bucks? -Yeah. She'll love it.

Hmm.

Welcome to the Cold War, son.

Kleinmachnow, East Germany

Tina?

Ingrid.

Come in.

Welcome.

Hi. I was just driving by.

Come, sit down.

Annett told me that you'd taken a leave

from the hospital.

Annett told you that? Why?

I think she was just making conversation.

Anyway.

I'm glad she did. How are you?

I hope you'll come over this Sunday.

Packages are coming from the West. There's one for you from Thomas.

We want to leave the country.

Hmm.

Your garden is looking wonderful.

West German Intelligence (BND) Hideout, Paris, France

("Boom Boom" by France Gall, a playful French song)

Let's get out of here.

What?

The two of us.

We'll just get out of here.

When all of this is over.

Okay.

Would you live in East Germany with me and Max?

As long as Max's mother doesn't move in.

She certainly won't.

That chapter is closed.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

I have to go.

Just like that?

Jean-Luc has called an emergency meeting.

I have to get out of here.

How many more days should I spend trapped in this apartment?

There are worse places to recover from your war wounds.

Anyway, you can't leave the apartment.

Paris is crawling with people who want to kill you.

And I love knowing you'll be here when I get home.

Wow, that's sick.

I know.

Everyone's expecting another attack any day now.

And we're clutching at straws.

Can you remember anything else?

Hotel Voltaire.

That's all I could read.

-You told them? -Of course.

But do you know how many Hotel Voltaires there are within Paris city limits?

You know what's really sick?

I believe you.

Libyan Embassy, East Berlin, East Germany

- Samira! Hello, sister! -Hello!

I'm so glad you finally came.

-Hello. -How was your journey?

Fine.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

-It's beautiful. -But so boring.

Promise me we'll do something fun on the other side while you're here.

Oh, ah, I'll hold onto that, thank you.

Samira... Come with me.

MAN (on TV): On its flight from Rome to Athens,

a Boeing 727 of the US airline TWA

was the target of a terrorist attack yesterday.

A terrorist cell, supported by Libya's dictator Al-Gaddafi

and attributed to the Abu Nidal Organization,

claimed responsibility for the attack.

French Intelligence Offices (DST), Paris, France

Four bombings this year already

Claridge's, Place Saint-Michel, Les Halles, the Point-Show gallery.

Three dead, 64 injured, and it's only April.

Technically, we don't know that any of these attacks were related.

Oh, no. Technically, we don't know.

Because we are not certain who is behind any of them, right?

Was it the CSPPA? Hezbollah?

Abu Nidal Organization? Action Direct?

The Revolutionary Organization 17 November.

The Iranians. The Palestinians. The Libyans.

Yesterday another Arab blew up a 727 half way from Rome to Athens.

And it is a miracle that the plane landed safely after that.

Four Americans were killed.

And all the chatter says: Another attack is immanent.

And guess where?

In Paris.

MI6 claims it's going to happen in the next 24 hours.

Does the CIA agree with this timeline?

And the BND.

Well.

The BND is running in circles around Paris,

but she refuses to reveal her source.

Oh. Pardon. One clue. Hotel Voltaire.

We cannot possibly cover all the Hotel Voltaires in Paris

without causing pandemonium.

You know that.

Perhaps if I spoke to your source we could narrow down all the possibilities.

That's impossible. He knows nothing more.

Hmm.

My old boss had a joke, do you want to hear it?

What is an Arab in the Seine?

Pollution.

How do you call all Arabs in the Seine?

The solution.

I'd like to speak to someone...

I'd like to speak to someone... to Arthur... To...

DEAR INGRID,

I HAVE NO CHOICE

BUT TO TELL YOU THE MOST TERRIBLE NEWS.

THERE COMES A MOMENT IN EVERY MAN'S LIFE...

- - Yes?

... WHEN HE MUST...

Not now!

("Road To Nowhere" by Talking Heads)

DEAR INGRID, MARTIN IS DEAD.

I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU SOONER...

BUT I DIDN'T WANT

TO BREAK YOUR HEART.

TRIPS IN THE UNITED STATES

VACATION '86

NORTH AND SOUTH EUROPE

♪ We're on a road to nowhere... ♪

NORWAY, THE LAND OF MYTHS

NORWAY AND ITS FJORDS SKIING IN THE ALPS

THE ALPS

Marrakech.

So beautiful.

How was your day, Rapunzel?

Lonely.

We're going out.

What?

I'm breaking you out of here.

I want to take you to my favorite bistro.

I thought it was too dangerous to take me out in public.

I arranged something.

I like you in black.

I like you with a beard.

That's nothing. You should have seen me in Angola.

Maybe you and I should really get out of here.

Let's get up,

walk out that door and just keep walking.

You in your hair, me with my beard.

Let's leave all this behind and move to Marrakech.

Marrakech?

Beautiful city, great weather all year round

and the food is apparently delicious.

And Max?

I'll try to get him out.

Motherhood seems to have taken a backseat to Annett's career anyway.

This career is the path we chose.

I didn't choose it.

And I'm done.

Done hiding. Done being afraid.

Done with the spy game.

-Martin. -What?

It's all lies.

In the end, all that matters is money.

No one gets out of the spy business.

Especially not you.

Every intelligence agency in the world knows who you are.

So let them think I died in Angola.

Then I can finally start living again.

But we are living.

And this job is my life.

Work with me.

Really.

Then we can live together.

With Max, anywhere.

What are you saying?

Just think of all the good that we can do together.

I'm serious.

I am extending a formal invitation to you.

No more secrets.

Join me.

Join the BND.

To do what? Good?

What would we be defending together? Capitalism?

-And freedom. -Ah.

You do know what we at the HVA think of the BND?

We at the HVA?

Where was your HVA when your life was in danger?

Who bought you out from Libya, huh?

The HVA?

At least the BND doesn't have the Socialists' problem

that eventually they run out of other people's money.

The answer is no.

My boss wants to talk.

Let's go.

You lost something?

Thank you.

We should go. Now.

East Berlin, East Germany

Good evening, Mrs. ...

Good evening, Mrs. Valdez.

Good evening, Mrs. Valdez!

Tadaaa!

And what is all this?

Chocolate chip cookies.

To introduce ourselves.

You wanna go door-to-door and give these to the neighbors?

Of course. Well, just the ones on our hallway.

There are nine other apartments I counted.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well... um.

What am I supposed to do with all these cookies?

-I mean you and I can't eat them. -I'll just take them to work tomorrow.

My new colleagues will love 'em. It'll be fine.

Well that's not special.

They're Americans, you know.

They've already had a million chocolate chip cookies.

I know. It's just...

Brentwood said we should keep our distance from the neighbors.

Why?

He said they might be watching us.

In fact, the apartment is probably bugged.

-I don't know what that means. -It means they can hear us.

All the time.

Who?

Hello.

Good evening.

I am... the neighbor.

Oh.

Welcome to Berlin.

Thank you.

I am Hector Valdez.

Walter Schweppenstette.

This is my wife, Maria.

-Hello. -Walter Schweppenstette.

Ah, this is an old German tradition.

-Housewarming gift? -Yes.

The bread is for the hunger never comes to your flat.

And salt is for your life, eh...

Flavor.

Flavor.

Please.

Thank you.

Oh, one second, ha!

And these,

ah, are traditional American chocolate chip cookies.

Sweet, so we will be

sweet neighbors.

Well.

Good night then.

Good night.

-No, you don't seriously... -Better safe than sorry.

I guess they didn't need to bug the bread

because they've already wired the whole apartment.

I have an idea.

How about I turn off all the lights?

And we make love.

Very...

very...

quietly.

You and me, quiet?

East German Foreign Intelligence Service HQ, East Berlin, East Germany

A number of sources say that the Libyan Embassy,

I mean the Great Socialist People's Libyan Arab Jamahiriya...

Yeah, yeah.

Our listening stations picked up conversations around the continent...

Sorry. You wanted to talk?

We'll get to it in a minute. Continue.

... which indicated that the Libyans are planning an attack in Western Europe.

Within the next 48 hours.

Their target is probably the Americans.

Gaddafi has been a bit unrestrained recently.

And this as-yet unidentified Libyan

arrived at their embassy in Treptow yesterday.

This is bad optics for us.

Especially since we delivered several crates of weapons to the Libyans recently.

Ah. We did?

Yes. That's why I wanted to speak with you, Walter.

Comrade Rauch was supposed to deliver them to the South Africans,

but then something very strange happened.

The weapons were delivered to Libya.

By Kolibri.

Kolibri?

I know. It makes no sense, but

we received 250,350 DM

in payment from Libya.

Mrs. Dietrich was very pleased.

He did a great job.

What if Kolibri is involved in the impending attack?

Has he checked in with you?

No. Why?

And yet he's clearly involved with the Libyans.

We have to prevent this.

Today's the day. Or so they think. I can't be late.

Hey!

Be careful.

I really hope you're still here when I get back.

Sprembex Pharmaceutical, West Berlin, West Germany

What's going on here?

Hello?

I died for Claus,

Ulrich,

Peter...

Great.

Bukowsky?

Look at this!

I only asked you to get an appointment but that wasn't enough, was it?

I'm impressed.

Well.

Mr. Amend, should I call the police?

No, you don't need to. They've been sleeping enough already anyway.

What is my next appointment?

Yes.

Hello.

For you.

Goodbye.

Did you see that?

-What? -He just walked right in.

Didn't you invite him in?

No.

What is this?

"Your application for an exit visa from East Germany...

examined...

and denied."

Hello?

Nina.

-You're alive. -Not for long, apparently.

Put that stupid thing away.

Lenora told Schweppenstette you were dead.

How did you find me here?

Dumb question.

We have people staking out BND safe houses all over the world.

Last night you turned up on film.

Why haven't you called headquarters?

Why should I call them? So they can send me back to Angola?

Or for moral support?

I could ask if they'd send Lenora over to cook something for me.

Is that a nice way of saying you've switched sides?

To the BND. Of course not.

So what are you doing here?

Shacking up with Brigitte Winkelmann?

Or is she holding you hostage?

I'm not sure.

-What do you want, Nina? -Schweppenstette sent me to find you.

To kill me?

You never talked to each other?

Three years ago.

Before the HVA banished me to Angola.

What's going on?

The BND may be a sleepy spy agency,

but even they know to do regular bug sweeps.

I'm thinking about where the best place to put a bug would be.

Schweppenstette also wanted me to show you this.

Sure, now I also have to help him.

Any idea who that is?

Where was this taken?

Yesterday at the Libyan Embassy in East Berlin.

East Berlin?

The Ku'damm.

Shit.

Hello?

I'd like to talk to Brigitte Winkelmann.

-With whom? -Brigitte Winkelmann.

No, you. Who are you?

Brigitte Winkelmann?

I don't know this person.

-All right. Do you speak English? -What?

Hello?

Hello?

Re-frig-er-at-or.

Refrigerator.

Cy...

Yes? Schweppenstette.

It's me.

Martin.

Nina found me.

The woman in the photograph from Berlin is planning an attack.

The target, or possibly the code name, is Hotel Voltaire.

I thought it was going to be Paris. But she showed up in Berlin...

She mentioned the Ku'damm.

West Berlin?

You have to stop her.

Tell everyone. BND, MI6, the CIA.

Share the photograph with Western intelligence

or they'll trace this back to us.

To us?

Yes.

I know that woman. From Libya.

Libya?

Just do it, please.

Excuse me.

I need to use the telephone.

Sure.

Schweppenstette.

Mama, it's Walter.

Walter! How are you, treasure?

Good.

I just want to make sure that

you're not planning to go to the West tonight.

The West?

Where?

West Berlin.

Darling,

I haven't been in West Berlin since Hitler's last speech in Tiergarten.

I just wanted to be sure.

Because it wouldn't be safe for you to be on Ku'damm tonight.

Of course it's not safe. It's full of Americans!

Stay home.

Read Voltaire.

What? Silly boy.

Frederick the Great kicked Voltaire out of Germany years ago!

And that was even before Hitler.

I love you, Mama.

That's what counts.

- - Yeah.

-He needs to talk to you. -Sure.

Sir, is it true that we planted bugs in sex toys

that Communist Party officials ordered from the West?

Yes, sir. We play them at the Christmas party, sir.

-Only audio? -Yes, sir. It is.

Sir, we have something, and I need instructions.

-From me? -Yes, sir.

You're the most senior officer in the building at the moment.

Everybody else is at the British Ambassador's party.

I see.

We believe a senior officer from the East Germany secret service

just tried to send us a coded message.

Get me Greg Waters at the US mission in the West on the line immediately.

Alert our forces in West Germany and NATO commands.

Activate the phone cascades.

I need every available body back to their desk in 30 minutes.

I need all service personnel back to base. ASAP!

Find the owners of every American-owned coffee shop, bar, restaurant,

nightclub, gallery, hotel and whorehouse in town,

and tell them to batten down the hatches until further notice.

This is a Code Red.

I want you to coordinate with the mission in the US...

-You're welcome. -Thank you.

Border Crossing, East Berlin to West Berlin

DIPLOMATIC PASSPORT

All right.

Don't forget your passports.

Next one, please.

Hotel Voltaire, West Berlin, West Germany

Cheers!

The West is so bright compared to the East.

Have you ever had a cocktail?

Good evening, ladies. Welcome to the Hotel Voltaire.

-I'm your bartender today. -Hello.

-What can I get for you? -One tequila sunrise...

And... one whiskey.

Ooh, look at this angel.

They don't make 'em like that in America, I'll tell you that much.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

-Do you speak French? -No?

-No? -No.

-What a pity. Thanks anyway. Cheers.

You like to go to shows and party I see, huh?

Um, yes.

Ah. I know of a great cabaret near here, Chez Nous.

-Chez Nous? -Yeah. All drag acts, and it's fun.

What's "drag acts?"

Men dressing up as women.

That does sound funny. Can we go?

Please?

I don't trust men that go to nightclubs.

Let's go, sister.

-But I haven't finished my... -Let's go!

Let's go!

That was really nice.

Couldn't we stay for one more drink?

-Hang on! -Keep walking.

Ladies, wait.

-Leave us alone. -You left your handbag inside.

You're welcome.

-Thank you. -Of course, angel.

Um...

Let's try that place.

One drink, no more.

I'd like to have a gin and tonic!

Two gin tonic.

All right, we're looking good.

Mission has secured all the military bases

and Waters says all but a couple dozen service personnel are accounted for.

What about putting out a warning on West German TV or radio?

And create mass panic? No, we don't want that. Look...

the missing men will be in small groups all over town, or...

visiting their girlfriends, you know.

Well, what about the clubs?

They'll drift home over the next few hours.

The important thing is all the primary American targets are on full alert.

("High Energy" by Evelyn Thomas)

- Sir? -Yeah.

Sir.

We are in enemy territory here, man. I saw two guys making out in the corner.

What? Like this?

What the fuck?

- It's too noisy here. Let's go. -Yes! Let's dance!

What was that?

My coming out.

We need to drink to that.

("Homeless" by Ladysmith Black Mambazo & Paul Simon)

Brentwood?

♪ Homeless, homeless... ♪

REPORTER (on TV): We interrupt our program for a special announcement.

Tonight at the Paradise disco near Kurfürstendamm

a bomb attack took place.

The bomb exploded shortly before 2 am,

causing a bloodbath among the 500 guests.

An American soldier and a young Turkish woman died immediately.

Another 155 guests were injured, some seriously.

WOMAN: There may be delay due to current circumstances.

Thank you for your understanding.

Sorry.

Do you know what happened?

There was an explosion in the city center.

At the Ku'damm.