Original subtitles

(Mystical chimes, unsettling soundscape)

(Creaking)

(Heavy breathing)

(Light groaning)

Ah.

(Panting)

(English) How do you feel?

What happened?

You were injured and we took care of you.

♪ Earth below us ♪

♪ Drifting, falling ♪

♪ Floating weightless ♪

♪ Calling, calling home ♪

I'm scared.

Pick up exit visa application forms.

Why shouldn't we profit from the West's excessive consumption?

Well.

For a billion Deutschmarks...

And by sensitive, I mean

very valuable cargo.

As you know,

UN sanctions make it very difficult for western manufacturers

to sell goods to South Africa officially.

Due to Comrade Rauch's work in South Africa,

we have a direct line to help on the ground there

who can facilitate deals for us

so we can deliver anything

the West Germans want to sell to South Africa.

Vehicles, chemicals, weapons.

Completely under the radar.

And you thought shoveling their shit was beneath us.

We'll broadcast this out of West Berlin in range of East German radios,

so people from both sides of the Wall can hear it.

Please sit. You're among friends.

(Arabic) He's so short. And young.

Kolibri means hummingbird. Hummingbirds are small and fast.

-Are you sure it's him? -Gary Banks insists it is.

But at this price, we had better be sure.

(English) Judging from the way you looked like when you arrived,

you are lucky to be alive.

Tell me about yourself.

-Is this a job interview? -Maybe.

I come from East Germany.

But for the past three years,

I've been working as a German teacher in an orphanage in Angola.

Yes, and before that?

I was a soldier in the East German army.

A border guard in Berlin.

Yeah, that's... because it's a nickname.

On a map it's called Kurfürstendamm. Should I write it down?

(Sighs)

Thank you.

(Voices discussing outside)

So all the stories are true?

Would I be here if they weren't?

(Jet engine roaring)

International Airport, Tripoli, Libya

(Loudspeaker announcements)

Just tell me you got them both out of Angola alive.

General DeGraaf says the operation was a total disaster.

But I did manage to hang onto this.

Is it mine or yours?

And I'm doing you a favor taking these commies off your hands.

For the wunderkind of the intelligence world, huh?

You know that if I snap my fingers that these guys will be queuing up to claim him.

(Phone rings)

(Dog barking, children playing)

(Phone rings, answering machine)

Nobody is home. Please leave a message after the beep.

♪♪

(Phone rings)

I don't know.

What do you want, Roberto?

How much?

Twenty bucks?

Bucks?

You know what,

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

♪♪

(Wind blowing)

Banks.

(Sighs)

(camels grunting)

Salaam alaikum, huh?

But you made such a strong case for Kolibri.

I think... you'll find we've nursed him back to health quite nicely.

(Wind blowing)

It was a bloody mess.

You owe me your life.

Kolibri.

-Banks? -Well lucky me.

-Hmm. -Banks, let's go. It's started.

(Clanging)

♪♪

(Wind blowing)

(Arabic) Go check with Ali.

(Gasps)

That's for my grandson's birthday.

You'll forgive me if we get to the point?

I'm gonna buy that man over there some drinks.

Can I buy you a drink?

-You saved my life, didn't you? -Yeah, I did.

♪♪ ("Der Kommissar" by Falco, The Commissioner)

And now I've missed my chance.

No, no, no.

Come with me.

(Song gets louder)

(Intense, pulsing tones, background chatter)

Sit.

The truth is like the sun.

You can shut it out for a while but it ain't goin' away.

Who said that? Engels?

Elvis.

You don't know Elvis?

I had to know what you two were planning before I could come in.

What?

You know my history. You think I work with just anyone?

-You hardly have a choice. -I always have a choice.

Banks expects a pretty penny for your services.

Save your money.

(Background chatter)

(Banks bellows)

I'm the fucking weapon, Khaled?

Don't you get it?

And now that I know that you two are professionals...

let's have a civilized negotiation tomorrow morning.

No.

-Yes. -I want my fucking money now.

-Stop. -Huh?

It was late after a party. We spray-painted graffiti

in a new-build neighborhood: "Free Andi! Free Steve!"

Turn on your radio. Channel 68.

(Dialing through radio channels)

By morning we'd been reported to the authorities.

By evening we were all in jail.

The punishment was so much crueler than the crime.

In jail I was interrogated, isolated, threatened, confused.

I copped to destruction of property pretty quickly.

who are victims of a police state.

(Switch and silence)

And now, from one of my favorite East German punk groups, Feeling B.

(Electric guitar strumming)

(The song is live, no longer on an old radio)

("Lied von der unruhevollen Jugend" by Feeling B, Song of Restless Youth)

Ingrid,

It isn't important.

You know what time it is?

For you.

International Airport, Tripoli, Libya

(Airplane engine)

♪♪

(German) Martin Rauch.

Sold to the highest bidder.

Have you ever been to Paris?

♪♪

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