Deutschland 86

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...

(Music climaxes, fleeting, high-pitched shrill)

(Heavy breathing, ominous, unnerving drones)

(Muffled screams, sirens, pandemonium)

(Distorted, echoing voices, skittering clicking sounds)

Tim!

Alex!

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.

(Minimal, stirring soundtrack, running car motor)

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.

(Siren, minimal, suspenseful soundtrack)

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.

(Sudden thudding sound effect, dark, high-pitched tones)

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!