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(English)
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.

(Faint, isolated humming)

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.

("Major Tom Coming Home" by Peter
Schilling) ♪ Four, three, two, one ♪

♪ Earth below us ♪

♪ Drifting, falling ♪

♪ Floating weightless ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

Kleinmachnow, East Germany

(Wind, leaves rustling, chiming)

(Airy, woody knocking)

(Light rattles)

(Wind brushing against trees)

♪♪

Tina?

Ingrid.

(German) Come in.

(sigh)

Welcome.

Hi. I was just driving by.

Come, sit down.

(Birds singing)

(sigh)

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.

(Dog barks in distance)

Hmm.

(Child yells in distance)

(Sighs)

Your garden is looking wonderful.

♪♪

West German Intelligence (BND) Hideout,
Paris, France

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

(Giggling)

Let's get out of here.

What?

(Song fades into background)

The two of us.

We'll just get out of here.

When all of this is over.

Okay.

(Passing siren)

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.

(Phone rings)

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

I have to go.

Just like that?

Jean-Luc has called an emergency meeting.

(Traffic)

I have to get out of here.

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

(Footsteps approach)

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.

♪♪

(Shutters)

♪♪

Libyan Embassy, East Berlin, East Germany

-(Arabic) 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.

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

(Arabic) 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

(English) 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.

(Sneers)

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

(Bangs feet on table)

What is an Arab in the Seine?

(French) Pollution.

(English) How do you call
all Arabs in the Seine?

(French) The solution.

(Passing siren)

(Faint street noise)

(French) I'd like to speak to someone...

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

♪♪

(Dial tone)

(Phone connects)

DEAR INGRID,

I HAVE NO CHOICE

BUT TO TELL YOU THE MOST TERRIBLE NEWS.

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

- (Phone rings)
- Yes?

... WHEN HE MUST...

Not now!

(Honking)

♪♪("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.

(Song ends)

♪♪(Piano)

(German) 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.

(French background chatter,
soothing piano playing)

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.

(Background chatter, piano playing)

The answer is no.

(Door opens)

(French) My boss wants to talk.

(Gun cocking)

♪♪

Let's go.

(Toilet flushes)

(French) You lost something?

Thank you.

We should go. Now.

East Berlin, East Germany

(Street noise)

(German) Good evening, Mrs. ...

Good evening, Mrs. Valdez.

Good evening, Mrs. Valdez!

Tadaaa!

(humming)

(Sighs)

(English) 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.

(Sighs)

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?

(Doorbell rings)

(English) Hello.

Good evening.

I am... the neighbor.

Oh.

(German) Welcome to Berlin.

(German) Thank you.

I am Hector Valdez.

Walter Schweppenstette.

This is my wife, Maria.

-Hello.
-Walter Schweppenstette.

(English)
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...

(German) Flavor.

(German) Flavor.

Please.

(German) Thank you.

(English) Oh, one second, ha!

(Awkward silence)

(Distant clatter)

(German) 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.

(Whispers) Very...

very...

quietly.

(Giggles)

You and me, quiet?

(Kissing)

(Giggling)

(Low-pitched buzzing, muffled giggling)

(Muffled talking and giggling)

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

(German) 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.

(Street noise)

(Phone ringing in background)

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.

♪♪

(Doorbell)

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."

(Door buzzer)

Hello?

(gun cocking)

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.

(Door closes)

♪♪

(Vase smashes, dog whimpers)

Hello?

(French)
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?

(Street noise)

(Picks phone up)

(English) Re-frig-er-at-or.

Refrigerator.

Cy...

(German) 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.

(Phone rings)

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.

-(Knocking)
- Yeah.

(English) -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...

(Indistinct voices)

(Door closes)

(Camera clicking)

(Faint, eerie sounds)

♪♪

(German) -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!

(Background chatter)

(Arabic) 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.

(Bell chimes, announcement,
indistinct whispering)

(Low thud, high-pitched skittering)

(French) -Excuse me.
-Yes?

-Do you speak French?
-No?

-No?
-No.

-What a pity. Thanks anyway.
Cheers.

(Couple chatting)

(Airplane, street noise)

♪♪

(Camera click)

♪♪

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.

(Arabic) 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?

♪♪

(English) -Hang on!
(Arabic) -Keep walking.

(English) Ladies, wait.

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

You're welcome.

-Thank you.
-Of course, angel.

Um...

(Woman screaming in joy)

(Arabic) Let's try that place.

One drink, no more.

(Electronic dance music, club-goers)

(Revelry)

I'd like to have a gin and tonic!

Two gin tonic.

(Crowd cheering)

(Music tapers off)

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.

(Electronic music fades in from afar)

♪♪ ("High Energy" by Evelyn Thomas)

-(English) 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?

♪♪

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

What was that?

My coming out.

We need to drink to that.

(Music climaxes, explosion)

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

(Phone rings)

Brentwood?

♪ Homeless, homeless... ♪

(TV talk show)

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.

♪♪ (Song continues)

(Song ends)

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