Cape Town, South Africa
Weapons...
Winkelmann...
Mr. Winkelmann!
Ms. Neid.
No tennis today?
No.
I don't have time for games.
Where's your lovely wife?
Out of the country.
- Her mother is ill. - Ah.
Sorry to hear it.
How can I help you, Ms. Neid?
-Lemonade, sir? -No, thank you.
- And for you? - Yes, please.
I have a shipment arriving from West Germany.
Submarine parts for Würfel & Struth's Type WS-71.
Torpedo pipes.
Known as "toros".
I need you to arrange a sale to the South African Defense Force.
Who do you think I am?
Some kind of international arms smuggler?
Don't worry. I'll take care of the logistics.
I just need you to get the papers.
What if I don't accept your ludicrous proposition?
It isn't a proposition,
Mr. Winkelmann.
It's an order.
I'm sure you'd agree
that a photo of the West German Trade Commissioner to South Africa
meeting with a sales rep from the military division
of a West German car company is best kept out of the press.
Or this one
with a high-ranking SADF General?
The United Nations might take issue...
♪ Earth below us ♪
♪ Drifting, falling ♪
♪ Floating weightless ♪
♪ Calling, calling home ♪
Tim!
Alex!
Where's Tim?
I don't know.
West Berlin, West Germany
Tim!
What's wrong with him?
Libyan Embassy, East Berlin, East Germany
Samira.
You're leaving?
- You just got here. - Something's come up.
- I need to get back to Tripoli. - Tariq is making you leave, isn't he?
Because we went out to Ku'damm last night.
I promise we'll never do it again.
You can't just leave in the night without telling me why or saying goodbye.
Be good, little sister.
Go back to bed.
Are you coming?
Not now.
Good morning from West Berlin.
Not much remains of Club Paradise, a popular disco,
after a bomb exploded here yesterday in the middle of the night.
There are at least three confirmed deaths
and more than 100 people still in critical condition.
Club Paradise, West Berlin, West Germany
Thank you.
What did he say?
A home-made bomb brought here in a bag.
And they have no idea who did it.
But the terrorist... This disco wasn't the target.
- What? - Come.
Look.
The Club was a spontaneous decision because of your little friend Kolibri?
We had every fucking Hotel Voltaire in Paris staked out for the past 24 hours.
And it turns out your little East German spy was correct about Hotel Voltaire.
But wrong about the city.
- He's not responsible for this. - For confusing Paris and Berlin?
Or not responsible for this terror attack?
No matter what you think.
He's my prime suspect now.
U.S. Mission to East Germany, East Berlin
And we know the East Germans how should I put it, made it possible.
- We don't know that. - They aren't harboring terrorists here?
Got Reagan breathing down my neck,
the whole city's on high-alert, lockdown on all the military bases.
My wife didn't even let the kids go to school today.
This was a deliberate attack on US citizens on occupied soil, Jim.
But it's not ours to call. Not yet.
Tell that to the 50 Americans lying in the hospital right now.
One of our servicemen is dead. The other's hanging on by a thread.
Gaddifi's a blood-thirsty lunatic. We have to strike back at Tripoli now.
- You're not serious. - Serious as a fucking heart attack.
Okay, look.
We've got counter-terrorism experts from all our NATO allies waiting for us inside.
Just hear them out.
Please.
Good morning, everyone. Thank you for making the trip.
So which one of you was asleep at the switch?
Because I thought our respective job descriptions were pretty clear.
You guys track Arab terrorists in Paris,
and I man the final frontier of the free fuckin' world here in Berlin.
But no. Seems like somebody's drinking a little too much fuckin' wine over there.
And now your problem has become my problem.
So tell me everything you know.
This woman is our suspect in question.
Immigration officials confirmed she arrived in West Berlin yesterday morning.
Then she crossed back and forth into the East twice before the day was done.
- Who is she? - We don't know yet.
She's traveling under an Italian alias.
But this photograph was taken here. In East Berlin.
- At the Libyan Diplomatic Residence. - I knew it.
- We gotta get this photo out on the wire. - Where did you get these photographs?
From a trusted source.
Border guards just delivered this amazing artifact to our office.
- Thank you. - Mm.
Who is George Lovegrove?
Look closer.
Does anyone want to tell me what Kolibri is doing in West Berlin,
traveling on a fake British passport?
Can I see that?
Has he been in touch with you?
- No. - And you, Walter?
Me? No.
Fine. Inform me immediately if he reaches out.
In the meantime, someone had better go over and babysit Ingrid Rauch.
Does anyone recognize this man?
He entered West Berlin by plane from Paris on a Britisch passport late last night.
- Under the name George Lovegrove. - Speak of the devil.
In the meantime, the real George Lovegrove
reported his passport stolen at Paris-Charles de Gaulle.
So there's one thing we know for certain. This ain't George Lovegrove.
- Because it's Kolibri. - Who?
That East German weasel who infiltrated the Bundeswehr a few years back.
- Code word: Hummingbird. - No shit.
Top HVA operative most recently seen in Paris by one of our operatives.
And before that... Libya.
Libya?
- That's a coincidence. - What?
That Kolibri was in Libya, or that this man looks like Kolibri?
Actually, Frau Winkelmann has had the most...
direct exposure to the famous East German spy.
- Don't exaggerate. - Perhaps you would be the best to confirm.
- No. - No?
Sure, I've seen him.
But frankly, he looks like a lot of people.
- I'm certain he has nothing to do with it. - Come on, look at him.
You put that out on the wire, they bring in half the young men in West Berlin.
I suggest Frau Winkelmann speaks with a composite sketch artist.
If she describes his distinguishing characteristic in more detail,
it will help us to pick him out of the crowd.
- I can hardly remember. - You can try.
- I can help you. - It's worth a shot, Frau Winkelmann.
- Fine. - Good.
I think his eyes are blue.
Oh, no, wait.
I'm not sure. Are they brown?
Blue is fine, Brigitte.
Blue is fine.
And he's not tall or... short, he's...
Medium.
- And medium brown hair, too. - So, that could be... Anyone.
Exactly.
- What about the shape of his face? - Oval.
His nose moves when he talks.
He has a strong chin. Oval.
And his mouth is thin, but his lips are full, does that make sense?
- You tell me. - Yes.
Something like that?
Yes.
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...
Who were you trying to send a message to?
My mother?
I'm serious.
The Americans? The British?
I just told my mother to stay home.
I've been doing that for years.
Day after day.
She's old now.
Developing dementia.
And she wanders.
And climbs over the Wall?
Ask her yourself.
Nobody's home.
That's unusual.
Walter.
Don't play games with me.
Hello?
Good day, Mrs. Schweppenstette. It's Marcus Fuchs.
Marcus, what a nice surprise!
Is something wrong with Walter?
No, I just have a few questions.
Did you talk to Walter yesterday?
Of course, he calls me every day.
He's always worried about me, especially now...
that it is so dangerous.
Dangerous?
Well, since the Americans went to the moon.
You know.
The moon.
But Walter always says that Comrade Brezhnev can handle it.
It's just a matter of days
until we walk on the moon, too.
- Thank you, Mrs. Schweppenstette. - Mm.
And have a nice day.
You too.
What a wonderful surprise.
Grandma!
I wasn't expecting you two!
Wow.
- Is that for me? - Yes, it is.
We brought a cake.
Aw.
- I'll make some chocolate milk, then. - Chocolate!
- Should I? - Yes, please.
Annett, would you like to have some coffee or tea?
Coffee, please.
Darling, please be careful.
Do you have guests?
I'm expecting some.
From South Africa.
Ah.
Rose Seithati.
One of Mandela's fighters.
Didn't you know?
Walter asked me to take her in.
U.S. Mission to East Germany, East Berlin
Our leaders in exile are scattered to the four winds.
Mac in London. Tambo in Lagos. Zuma in Moscow. Everyone is Lusaka.
The boss is on our backs, man.
Phone's bugged, letters open, we're unable to reach the people we need to reach.
- Here? In South Africa? - That's right.
And as for Rose. Staying in South Africa has become impossible.
So she's headed to East Berlin, where she'll work on a top-secret operation.
A safe channel to connect our whole inner-circle regardless of where we are.
A new mode of communication that cannot be tapped or traced.
My East German colleagues are communication technology specialists.
Rose will work with them to develop a technique. Then she'll be back...
- to train all of you. - What will we call the operation?
Vula, which means "open" in Xhosa.
- Operation Vula. - Power to the people!
Power to us!
Someday Thandi will live in a South Africa without Apartheid.
She knows I'm fighting for her future.
I'll do everything to help you with Operation Vula.
I don't need a babysitter.
I can handle it myself.
I'm not just going to accompany you.
After the disaster in Angola, I was sure I'd be ordered back.
Instead, I'm getting new orders. I don't get it, I have to find out why.
Because you're the best.
Ha.
North of the equator.
It's not easy to say goodbye to this place.
That's what you say.
You'll be back in two weeks.
Yeah.
Kleinmachnow, East Germany
Ah.
The girls will be happy.
Thomas sends his love.
And he has a new project.
Oh, you'll love this: a radio show.
He sent instructions on how to record a story for it.
What story?
Pffft.
Thomas!
We'll all be together soon.
One step at a time.
At school,
when the teachers used to ask what we wanted to do when we grow up,
I always had the same answer.
I wanted to be a doctor.
Hello?
Hello. You don't know me.
I'm Marianne and I'm here instead of Klaus.
What happened to Klaus?
Unfortunately he broke his leg and can't drive.
That's why I'm here.
Can you show me ID?
Sure.
It rained.
That's good for the flowers.
Come in.
Which church are you affiliated with?
The Passion Church in Schöneberg.
Uh-huh.
I am not with the Stasi.
Here are the packages.
I already gave the Fischers theirs.
Knötgen,
Kannenberg...
and the Hein family.
- Will you be staying in Kleinmachnow? - No, unfortunately I won't.
But I'll come again. Or Klaus.
Definitely before Christmas.
Hmm. Can I offer you a cup of tea?
Gladly.
Then have a seat.
Thank you.
It's a bit stuffy in here.
Oh...
Coming up!
Café Wedekind, West Berlin, West Germany
Were you waiting for someone?
What are you doing here?
- This used to be our place. - That was a long time ago.
Now it's my place. As you know, my apartment is upstairs.
For old times' sake then, Brigitte?
Well.
Can we stop lying to each other? For just a moment?
What are you talking about?
You're in love with him?
Of course not.
Stop taking me for a fool, Brigitte.
What a pleasure to see you, Mrs. Winkelmann.
Günter.
It's been too long.
That's right. I was thinking about you in Paris.
Oh là là.
My husband is in the South African Embassy now.
How exotic.
- But how nice to be home, right? - Yes.
Your favorite newspaper.
Thank you!
Hmm.
A small Salade Niçoise with an omelet?
Maybe you do still know me after all.
I'm going to wash my hands.
Hello.
My car is making strange noises. I think it's going to break down.
I have to get back to West Berlin.
Ingrid Rauch recommended you.
I hope you can take a look at it.
I know it's a Sunday.
It's not ideal, but...
I was told you were the only mechanic around.
I don't know my way around here.
Let me see what I can do.
So.
Actually...
It's me who disabled the car in the first place.
I had to, so I could speak to you alone.
We need your help to get across the border.
Help?
You're asking me to drive you over the border?
And my family.
My wife and two daughters.
We don't even know each other.
There is no one else we can ask.
Do you know how thorough they are with their searches?
Dogs sniffing around.
Especially now that this bomb blew up in West Berlin.
Where would you hide?
If I keep your van here for a few days I can modify it. I know how.
And what happens to me if they catch us?
They won't.
I...
I wish I could help you.
But I don't have the nerves for this.
This is Tina.
My wife.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Could you do me a favor?
Get this to my brother.
Thomas Posimski. He lives at Manteuffelstrasse 27 in Kreuzberg.
- Okay. - Tell him to hold on to it for now.
Just in case.
Thank you.
Aquarium, Zoo, West Berlin, West Germany
Nice haircut.
We'll do it.
What? Now, here?
I...
I thought about it. What you said.
Let's run away.
Wherever you want to go.
- With Max. - What if I'm not his father?
Thomas Posimski lives in West Berlin now.
Just ask him.
Directly.
And then?
I can't get into East Germany alone.
And I couldn't get out of there again either.
I need your help.
You want to work with us?
Yes. I'll join the BND.
But only until we find Max, then we'll run away.
Okay.
Run.
Stop.
Hey!
Stop!
Watch out!
We've just decoded several Telex message
sent today between the Libyan Diplomatic Residence
and what appears to be Gaddafi's palace in Tripoli.
-"We delivered the bucket..." -"Bouquet."
"... bouquet of flowers.
We hope you'll like them as much as we do."
Shit.
If the West gets their hands on these, that's it.
They'll blame us for giving sanctuary to the bombers.
And Kolibri.
Hartmann.
Let me take care of this.
By the way,
when will I get the status report for Operation Microchip?
Um...
I'm very excited about it.
Very excited.
Tariq?
-Jim. What's new on Kolibri? -Nothing.
The female suspect in the photograph left on a private flight bound for Tripoli.
We did find CCTV footage of her crossing the border
shortly before the bombing with another woman.
- What other woman? - We're on that now.
Our guess is that she either works or lives at the Libyan Diplomatic Residence.
- What are you waiting for? - She might be a diplomat.
- We need to go through local authorities. - Bring her in, lock her up.
Why?
I have a message for her from the American people.
And let's just say, I'm going to deliver it personally.
- Hello. - Hello.
Mr. Posimski?
Yes.
I was sent by your sister in Kleinmachnow.
- My sister? - I was asked to give you this.
Oh, the cassette from Tina!
Thank you.
You're welcome.
-How do you do? -Very good, thank you.
Me too.
You like?
We can go on the... dach.
Fidel Castro's favorite.
- You think this is funny. - Excuse me?
I'm from Miami. I'm Cuban-American, Herr Schweppenstette.
Oh.
Okay.
But, um... I mean...
have you ever had a Cuban cigar?
In contrary to the USA,
we in the Deutsche Demokratische Republik, we... have the...
Freiheit?
- Freedom. - Freedom. The freedom...
to smoke whatever we want.
And...
no matter where it came from.
All right.
What a day.
What do you think? Was it the Libyans alone?
Or did they have help?
You know I can't tell you that.
When we find out who did it, we will retaliate with appropriate force.
Don't use one terrorist to discredit the whole revolution.
You know what they say, Herr Schweppenstette?
One man's revolutionary is another man's terrorist.
Nobody says that.
Nonsense.
- A lot of names mentioned today. - Aha.
Seems one of your boys is in pretty deep.
And?
Kolibri.
Mr. Valdez.
In this envelope... is the proof
that it was the Libyans alone.
I can assure you nobody from us was involved.
Nachtigal is in Lebanon. Amsel in London.
And Kolibri?
Kolibri is dead.
Dead?
Are you sure?
As if I had done it by myself.
Thanks for the cigar.
You're welcome, Mr. Valdez.
Welcome, Rose. Yes?
Yes.
I'm Ingrid.
- Hello. - Hello.
And who are you?
Ingrid.
What a nice surprise.
After how many years?
You know I can't just call you from my operational area.
I really wanted to tell you I was coming, but it was a spontaneous decision.
It had to go fast.
- Please come in. - Thank you.
Walter only told me about Rose.
Please.
It's not very luxurious, but...
But very comfortable.
Thank you.
And you?
Where will you sleep?
I thought...
You can't afford a hotel room?
To be honest, no.
But you're elegant, as always.
Even as a kid, my sister would have rather starved to death
than do without fine clothes.
I won't stay long.
- Well, in that case. - I promise.
Would you like some tea?
Gladly.
I'm very happy to see you.
This is for you.
Have you heard anything of Martin?
No.
Hello?
You look different.
It's been three years.
I read your book.
When did it start?
When exactly?
She was already pregnant, Martin.
If that's what you're asking.
I'll do it.
Subtitles: Matthew Way