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♫
(TV CLICKS ON)
RONALD REAGAN: East and West
do not mistrust each other because we're armed.
We're armed because we mistrust each other.
Mr. Gorbachev,
tear down this wall.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
("BLUE MONDAY '88" BY NEW ORDER PLAYS)
(GRUNTING AND PANTING)
- (GRUNTING) - (TIRES SQUEALING NEARBY)
♫
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(GRUNTING)
How does it feel
♫ To treat me like you do?
(YELLS, GRUNTS)
♫ When you've laid your hands upon me ♫
- (ENGINE REVVING) - ♫ And told me who you are
(TIRES SQUEALING)
- (YELLING) - ♫ I thought I was mistaken
♫ I thought I heard
- ♫ Your words. - (YELLING IN PAIN)
♫ Tell me, how do I feel?
(PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO): ♫ Tell me now, how do...
MAN (LAUGHING): James fucking Gascoigne.
How did you find me?
Maybe you're not as good at this spy shit as you think.
It was Satchel, wasn't it?
Satchel gave me up.
(GROANS, PANTS)
I always thought, if I got tagged,
it would be by the best.
But you're not the best, are you, Bakhtin?
You're the biggest fucking cunt in the KGB.
(CHUCKLING)
Sticks and stones, Jimmy.
(GUNSHOT ECHOING)
♫
(TICKING)
(GRUNTING)
(SPLASH)
(SIGHS)
(ICE CUBES CLINKING)
♫
(GASPING BREATHS)
("CAT PEOPLE" BY DAVID BOWIE PLAYS)
♫ See these eyes so green
(LIGHT CLICKS, BUZZES)
♫ I can stare
♫ For a thousand years
♫ Colder than the moon
♫ It's been so long
♫ And I've been putting out fire ♫
♫ With gasoline
♫ See these eyes so red
♫ Red like jungle burning bright ♫
♫ Those who feel me near
(CAR HORN HONKS)
♫ Pull the blinds
♫ And change their minds
♫ It's been so long
♫ Still this pulsing night
♫ A plague I call a heartbeat
♫ Just be still with me
♫ You wouldn't believe
♫ What I've been through
♫ You've been so long
♫ Well, it's been so long
♫ And I've been putting out the fire ♫
♫ With gasoline
♫ Putting out the fire with gasoline. ♫
(BUZZING, RINGING)
(LOCK CLUNKS, BUZZES)
That's a nasty black eye.
Where's C?
Given the scale of recent world events,
C will not be joining us.
Yes, of course.
(TAPE RECORDER CLICKS, HUMS)
(LOCK CLUNKS AND BUZZES, DOOR OPENS)
The voices on record are the following:
myself, Senior Directorate Officer Eric Gray;
our American guest, Emmett Kurzfeld
of the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency;
and returning British Operational Officer
Lorraine Broughton.
Before we begin, sir, may I formally request
that Mr. Kurzfeld be removed
- from the debriefing. - Request denied.
What I have to tell you, sir, is not for the CIA to hear.
Lorraine, you are the subject of this debriefing,
- not its controller. - I understand that.
KURZFELD: I was there, in Berlin.
And I'm here with the full executive authority of Langley.
If it'd make you more comfortable,
I could stand behind the mirror with everybody else.
But it's a little crowded back there.
(QUIETLY): Cocksucker.
What did you say?
I didn't say anything.
I'm sorry. Did you say something, Lorraine?
Did you hear me say something?
- I thought you said something. - What did she say?
LORRAINE: What?
(KURZFELD SIGHS)
Well...
do you want to play the tape back?
(SIGHING): Well, then...
Shall we begin?
Berlin.
What happened?
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Berlin.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(LONG EXHALE)
Fuck.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
GRAY: Ah. Lorraine.
Sorry to bring you in on such short notice.
You know C.
- Yes. - We were just going over your file.
I see your Russian is excellent.
An expert in escape and evasion.
Proficient in intelligence collection
and hand-to-hand combat.
It's an impressive set of skills.
Knowing the Reds as I do,
she'll need to use every damn one of them.
I'll get straight to the point.
How well do you know James Gascoigne?
Enough to say hello.
We worked together
- in Istanbul in '85. - He's dead.
Gascoigne was killed last night on a mission in Berlin.
GRAY: The West German Police
fished his body out of the Spree this morning.
And the coroner extracted a 7.62 Tokarev round
from the base of his skull.
Soviets.
Yesterday, Gascoigne met with a Stasi officer,
code-named Spyglass.
We promised Spyglass immunity
in exchange for a document on microfilm,
code-named "the list."
Hidden in a Swiss watch, no less.
The list contains every active clandestine officer,
all their shady deals.
It's an atomic bomb of information
that could extend the Cold War for another 40 years.
And we believe the man that killed Gascoigne now has it.
Our sources point to Yuri Bakhtin,
a KGB hatchet man with more than a dozen confirmed kills.
LORRAINE: So you want me in Moscow?
No.
Bakhtin never got on the flight.
So he's still in Berlin, along with the list.
Everyone's hunting for it.
The Yanks, the Frogs.
Soviets, of course.
GRAY: And our man, Percival.
Who's Percival?
David Percival.
He's our number one in Berlin.
(SLIDE PROJECTOR CLICKS)
He's your point of contact now.
♫ Fight the power!
♫ Fight the power...
Straight from the tit of the Virgin Mary.
♫ We got to fight the powers that be ♫
♫ As the rhythm's designed to bounce ♫
♫ What counts is that the rhyme's ♫
♫ Designed to fill your mind
♫ Now that you realize the pride's arrived ♫
♫ We got to pump the stuff to make us tough ♫
♫ From the heart, it's a start, a work of art ♫
♫ To revolutionize, make a change, nothing's strange... ♫
The Jordache wasn't easy.
It's for my wife's birthday.
That's really nice.
Now, where's that fucking list?
I gave the microfilm to Gascoigne last night.
James didn't show up.
I did my part.
I gave him the list.
You have to get me and my family across.
It's not safe for us anymore here.
The Russians are onto me.
No list, no deal.
♫ In order to fight the powers that be... ♫
- I risked everything. - No list, no deal.
You listen to me, Spyglass.
Without that list, why shouldn't I take you outside
and shoot you in the fucking head?
You are going to kill a Stasi officer?
One that's about to defect to the West? Yeah.
Without an embassy to look after him,
Percival has gone somewhat native.
C: Gone fucking feral.
Berlin is the Wild West.
If that bloody wall comes crashing down,
we don't want to be under it.
If the Russians get that list, we're all buggered sideways.
You're Elizabeth Lloyd.
A Cambridge-educated lawyer
sent by James Gascoigne's family
to retrieve the body and effects
of their recently deceased son.
Your mission is to connect with Percival
and do whatever it takes to get that list home.
C: And remember, Lorraine, this is highly sensitive.
Trust no one.
- (SIREN BLARING) - (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
PERCIVAL: Follow me! Come, come, come!
Quickly! This way.
Tell me you made a copy.
- I memorized it. - Memorized it?
Every single agent on that list?
Every Wednesday, you visit the Penny Lane brothel.
Your favorite girl is Margot. Her real name is Maria.
Maria?
All right, I'll get you across.
- You're a good man, Percival. - Fuck off.
I just want the list. Once I've...
- Oh, fuck. - OFFICER: Halt!
I'll be in touch.
- Uh... - (OFFICER SPEAKS GERMAN)
(SPEAKS GERMAN) Document. Document.
Oh, gee...
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
- (RAPID GUNFIRE) - (OFFICERS SHOUTING)
(SIREN BLARING)
("MAJOR TOM (VOLLIG LOSGELOST)" by Peter Schilling plays)
(ALARM RINGING)
("MAJOR TOM (VOLLIG LOSGELOST)" continues, sung in German)
(GRUNTING): Oh, I'm so fucking late.
(SIGHS)
WOMAN (OVER P.A.): Welcome to.
Tempelhof International Airport.
♫
Miss Broughton, Mr. Percival was running late.
He sent me to pick you up.
Checked bags?
No, they've been sent.
Please, follow me.
(ANNOUNCEMENT PLAYS OVER P.A. IN GERMAN)
(JET ENGINE ROARING NEARBY)
("MAJOR TOM (VOLLIG LOSGELOST)" playing over car stereo)
So... is this your first time in Berlin?
Yes.
Well, it's a remarkable time to be here.
Wonderful music, superb nightlife,
marvelous restaurants.
You must try the Central Cafe for a drink.
You'll need it later.
You remember Mr. Bremovych, don't you?
Of course you do.
Well, he's very curious
what you're doing here in Berlin.
- (GRUNTING AND GROANING) - ♫
(GUN FIRING)
DRIVER: What the fuck are you doing?
(GUN FIRES, GLASS SHATTERS)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(YELLS, GROANS)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(GROANING)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
What the fuck are you doing?
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Welcome to Berlin.
- I'm David... - (GUNSHOT)
Where the fuck were you?
Don't shoot. I-I've got your shoe.
(STRAINED GRUNTING)
Let me help you with your bags.
Come on. (GRUNTS)
Fuck's sake.
Russians are fucking heavy.
LORRAINE: Five minutes on the ground,
- and I'm already made. - You're not made, I hope.
- They knew my name. - That's troubling.
- And yours. - That's hardly surprising.
Great fucking start, Percival.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
So, what was your first impression?
Of David?
Well...
he was handsome.
Late 30s.
Disastrous Sinead O'Connor hair.
Irish singer.
- MMM. - LORRAINE: I asked him what the deal was with that,
and he said, "It's to blend in."
Want to touch it?
It's to blend in, in the East.
(TIRES SQUEAL)
That was the Brandenburg Gate, by the way.
I mean, how the fuck do the suits think
that you're going to be able to help me find that list?
As soon as you pick up Gascoigne's body,
they'll null and void your visa, and you'll be on
- the first flight back home. - I'll figure it out.
(SIGHS) That's Checkpoint Charlie.
My office is just back there.
I'm not here to collect postcards, Percival.
Just drop me at my hotel. It's around the corner.
I thought you said you'd never been to Berlin before.
I can read a fucking map.
(CHUCKLING): This will just take a minute.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
What are you doing?
Sending a message to that fascist pig.
(GRUNTING)
(MAN GROANING)
Say hello to Comrade Bremovych for me.
(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)
Bremovych...
("99 LUFTBALLONS" BY NENA PLAYS, SUNG IN GERMAN)
(GRUNTS)
(POUNDING AND GRUNTING CONTINUE)
BREMOVYCH: Whoo!
- (GRUNTS) - (MUSIC STOPS)
♫
REPORTER: Tensions are high in East Berlin tonight
as civil disobedience continues to build momentum.
East Berlin's youth leaders shout out their protests
through tear gas and water cannons.
And there are numerous reports of police
beating peaceful demonstrators with batons.
♫
♫ How does it feel
♫ To treat me like you do?
♫
LORRAINE: I've been sent to arrange
the return of a British subject.
WOMAN: The body was identified
by your attaché.
Yes, I believe so.
This was not a question.
It was a statement.
♫ How does it feel
♫ To treat me like you do?
He was your colleague?
Different department.
- Which department? - A different one.
You have the transfer papers?
LORRAINE: You know those movies
where the picture just starts to slow down...
- (PROJECTOR CLICKING) - and melt?
(SIZZLING)
Then catch fire?
Well...
that's Berlin.
CORONER: The passport number is incorrect.
I will not release this body
without the correct information.
LORRAINE: It's a simple mistake.
CORONER: Miss Lloyd, in Germany,
we don't make simple mistakes.
♫
(GRUNTING)
I'm not going to lie, I'm impressed.
You've got some balls breaking in here.
You should see my balls.
Then you'd be really impressed.
Hmm. I'll take your word for it.
I see you found a way to stay.
You wrote "16" when it should have said "76."
That's right.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm here for at least another week.
Lucky fucking me.
They won't release the body now
until they've investigated that red-tape nightmare.
How the fuck did you get in here?
You know, I've been in Berlin a long time,
and I think I know every doorman
of every decent shithouse, borderline decent flophouse
both sides of the wall.
Well, then you must know Spyglass.
Never met the fellow.
He was James's.
What do you know about this woman
who's been following me since Tempelhof?
I'd say that you're an attractive woman
and you should do the math.
You know, if I was to follow you,
I mean, properly, you'd never fucking know.
There's a knack to it, isn't there?
It's like walking a tightrope or playing the bagpipes.
You can either do it or you can't.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Knock yourself out.
(EXHALES)
(BELLS CHIMING)
(WATCHES TICKING)
I'd like to purchase a watch.
I need access to a network in East Berlin.
Come back tomorrow before closing.
REPORTER: East Berlin is on a short fuse again tonight
as Communist Party officials struggle to maintain order.
GRAY: How well do you know James Gascoigne?
He's dead.
- You need to be careful. - GRAY: The coroner extracted
a 7.62 Tokarev round from the base of his skull.
LORRAINE: Soviets.
GRAY: We know who Satchel is.
GASCOIGNE: You need to run.
(GUNSHOT ECHOING)
(GASPING)
♫
(DOOR CREAKS QUIETLY)
GRAY: You expected to find the list
in Gascoigne's apartment.
You realize you were late to the party.
Percival, the Russians...
everybody must have already ransacked the place.
LORRAINE: Yes.
But the list wasn't our only problem.
Before I left, he told me one last thing.
This is exactly why I didn't want the CIA present.
Spyglass revealed that this list
would expose a double agent by the name of Satchel.
C: I want Satchel, dead or alive.
This traitor has been a thorn in our side for years.
He's a black eye to the Crown.
And the single biggest
intelligence leak in MI6 history.
You expose this bastard, Satchel,
and we'll hang him for treason.
You might find yourself taking tea at Buckingham Palace.
LORRAINE (OVER SPEAKER): So no, I wasn't just looking
for the list in Gascoigne's apartment.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(CAR DOORS OPENING)
(MEN SHOUTING IN GERMAN)
LORRAINE: Percival and I seem to have
a different definition for collaboration.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
GRAY: What's that supposed to mean?
LORRAINE: He was the only one who knew
I was going to Gascoigne's apartment.
And if I knew he was going to call the police,
I would have worn a different outfit.
♫ All I wanted
♫ Just to see my baby's
Different outfit?
♫ Blue eyes shine
♫ This time I think that my lover ♫
- ♫ Understands me. - ♫ Understands me ♫
♫ If we have faith in each other ♫
♫ Then we can be
♫ Strong, baby
- (GRUNTING, GROANING) -♫ I will be your father figure ♫
♫ Put your tiny hand in mine
♫ I will be your preacher teacher ♫
♫ Anything you have in mind
♫ I will be your father figure ♫
♫ I have had enough of crime
♫ I will be the one who loves you ♫
♫ Till the end of time
(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)
♫ If you are the desert, I'll be the sea ♫
♫ If you ever hunger, hunger for me ♫
♫ Whatever you ask for
♫ That's what I'll be
(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)
♫ So when you remember
♫ The ones who have lied
(MEN GROANING INSIDE)
♫ Who said that they cared
♫ But then laughed as you cried ♫
(YELLS)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
♫ Beautiful darling
♫ Don't think of me
♫ Because all I ever wanted... ♫
(OFFICERS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)
♫ My love is always telling me so ♫
- ♫ Heaven is a kiss and a smile ♫ -(GUNFIRE)
♫ Just hold on, hold on
- (GRUNTS, SCREAMS) - ♫ And I won't let you go...
(SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
- (PANTING) - ♫ I will be your father
♫ I will be your
♫ I will be your preacher
Hey! Halt!
♫ I will be your father
♫ I'll be your daddy, whoa
♫ I will be the one who loves you ♫
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(PANTING)
♫ Till the end of time.
(GUN CLATTERS ON SIDEWALK)
REPORTER: With repeated calls for change on the streets
and the protesters growing ever more confident,
time is running out for the East German government.
Popular opinion has it
that the Communists' claim to leadership
can't be upheld much longer.
And if rapid change is not forthcoming,
today's relatively calm protests
could be seen as the calm before the storm.
It's not just new faces that are called for,
but perhaps a complete demolition of the wall.
(GERMAN PUNK ROCK SONG PLAYING OVER STEREO)
(LOCK BUZZES, CLICKS)
PERCIVAL: Mmm.
Let me take your coat.
Make yourself at home.
Fucking hell.
PERCIVAL: You want a pair of jeans?
Help yourself.
(PERCIVAL COUGHS)
Hmm.
Your library includes Larry Flynt?
Champion of free speech.
Hmm.
What have you found on Bakhtin?
Look, if Bakhtin wanted the Russians to have that list,
he would have given it to them by now.
We just have to wait for him to make his move.
We can't afford to wait.
This is your city, Percival.
Or do you only know doormen and bellhops?
So, what did you find in Gascoigne's apartment?
Some Deutsche Marks,
empty passports, travel visas
and a picture of the two of you together a few years back.
Did I not mention that we were friends?
- No. - No?
No, I must have forgot to.
Get your coat, love.
We're going for a walk.
PERCIVAL: Look, we're all exposed by that list.
(PERCIVAL COUGHS)
And saving the world is cool and all that,
but my main objective is staying alive.
I've been head of Berlin Station for ten years.
You've got to know that I'm the only man
in this town that can help you get that list.
Yes, I've read your file.
I've also read your dog file.
So let's cut the crap, shall we?
This whole hungover, show-up-late,
don't-know-which-way-is-up act, I'm not buying it.
I trust you about as far as I can throw you.
"It's a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver."
Niccolo Machiavelli.
It was on your shelf.
Oh, my God, I think I fucking love you.
That's too bad.
If Percival was telling the truth about Bakhtin,
I needed to figure out what the Russians knew.
♫ Zwei drei vier, one, two three, it's easy to see ♫
♫ But it's not that I don't care so ♫
♫ 'Cause I hear it all the time ♫
♫ But they never let you know on the TV and the radio ♫
♫ She was young, her heart was pure ♫
♫ But every night is bright she got ♫
♫ She said sugar is sweet, she come rappin' to the beat ♫
♫ Then I knew that she was hot ♫
♫ She was singin', don't turn around, oh, oh ♫
♫ Schau schau, Der Kommissar's in town, oh, oh ♫
♫ You're in his eye, and you'll know why ♫
♫ The more you live, the faster you will die ♫
(QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♫ Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?
Stoli on ice.
♫
(SONG STOPS ABRUPTLY)
(PIANO PLAYING "AS TIME GOES BY")
I'm not speaking German tonight.
So, you're British?
Very impressive.
This can't be your only talent.
Talents can be overrated.
A dedication...
a loyalty is very rare these days.
Everyone here is searching for something.
What are you looking for?
Well, when all's said and done, wouldn't you say deep down
we're all just searching for the same thing?
WOMAN: I leave you alone for only a moment,
and already you are attracting admirers.
Monsieur, three is not always a crowd,
but tonight it is.
BREMOVYCH: Hmm.
French women.
What about the British?
Maybe we could make some sort of, uh, arrangement.
We haven't seen each other in a long time,
and we really need to catch up.
Alone.
Ladies, Berlin is a small place.
I'm sure our paths will cross again.
Sorry.
You looked like you needed saving.
Well, I appreciate the gesture, Miss...
Lasalle.
Delphine Lasalle.
Pleased to meet you.
So, what do you do, Delphine?
I'm a part-time translator who really wants to be a poet.
Maybe a rock star.
(CHUCKLES)
My friend owns a club nearby.
Want to come check it out?
- Now? - Sure.
I can't.
Well, I'll give you the address anyway.
Come meet me there tomorrow night?
Will you come?
Maybe?
You're relentless.
Oui.
(CLAMORING, CAMERAS CLICKING)
David Hasselhoff's in town.
Lucky us.
Berlin is truly doomed.
(BELLS CHIMING)
(WATCHES AND CLOCKS TICKING)
Your watch is ready.
It's on the counter in that plain envelope.
I think you'll find my contact very useful.
("CITIES IN DUST" BY SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES PLAYS)
WATCHMAKER (OVER SPEAKER): Your watch is ready.
It's on the counter in that plain envelope.
I think you'll find my contact very useful.
REPORTER: East Berliners stormed
the West German embassies in Czechoslovakia
earlier this week, as the Czech government
has begun to wave the refugees
through checkpoints with few questions.
One has to ask how long the East Berlin government
- can hold on... - (NEWS BROADCAST FADES)
♫ You were running out of time ♫
♫ Under the mountain, a golden fountain ♫
♫ Were you praying at the Lares shrine? ♫
♫ But oh
♫ Oh, your city lies in dust
♫ My friend
♫ Oh...
LORRAINE: Bakhtin and the list
had not yet surfaced in the West.
I needed to meet my new contact
and see what I was up against in the East.
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
You should have applied for a visitor's permit.
What kind of work do you do?
Legal affairs.
If you do not return before 6:00,
you will be arrested.
Do you understand?
I understand.
(DOG BARKS, WHIMPERS)
Right now I'm not feeling very confident
about this story of yours.
Why not use Percival's connections in the East?
He told me...
to trust no one.
(PHONE BEEPING)
BREMOVYCH: Hello?
♫
(DOOR CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS)
Go there.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(RUSSIAN DIALOGUE PLAYING OVER THEATER SPEAKERS)
(RUSSIAN DIALOGUE CONTINUES)
(FIRE ALARM RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(RUSSIAN DIALOGUE CONTINUES)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)
(GASPS WEAKLY)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CHATTER IN GERMAN, SIREN BLARING)
(FIRE ALARM CONTINUES RINGING INSIDE)
(GASPING, PANTING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FOOTFALLS ON STAIRS)
You are late.
And you were followed.
I'm late because I was followed.
I lost them 20 minutes ago near the Palast der Republik.
You're as good as your reputation.
Are you sure this is the best place to meet?
Keep your enemies close.
I'm a permanent fixture for them now.
The Watchmaker says
there has been great interest in this list
on the black market the last few days.
- Any sign of Bakhtin? - No.
This Satchel character has people worried
on both sides of the wall.
Yeah.
What kind of network have you assembled?
There's a lot of, uh, dissatisfied youth
on this side of the wall.
They're like a...
tinderbox.
If you find the right spark...
(BOTTLE CAP POPS OFF, CLINKS ON GROUND)
Keep talking.
♫
(BELLS CHIMING)
♫
(DOOR CLOSES)
I am interested in selling a watch.
What are you selling?
It is extremely valuable.
Finest quality and...
filled with secrets.
Would you mind if I inspect the merchandise?
Fuck yes, I mind.
Just tell potential buyers Bakhtin is open for business.
(TAPE FAST-FORWARDING)
BREMOVYCH (OVER TAPE): Ladies, Berlin is a small place.
I'm sure our paths will cross again.
(TAPE FAST-FORWARDING)
LASALLE (OVER TAPE): Sorry.
You looked like you needed saving.
(TAPE FAST-FORWARDING)
My friend owns a club nearby.
Want to come check it out?
♫ We got the message
♫ I heard it on the airwaves
♫ The politicians
♫ Are now deejays
♫ The broadcast was spreading... ♫
I didn't think that you would show.
Stoli on the rocks?
You pay attention.
I look for pleasure in the details.
♫ The politics of dancing
♫ The politics of...
Speaking of which...
I have been dying to ask you a question.
♫ Aha, is this message understood? ♫
♫ The politics of dancing
♫ The politics of
♫ Ooh, feeling good
Let's go someplace quiet.
♫ The politics of moving, aha
♫ Is this message understood?
(PANTING, MOANING)
Why the gun, Delphine?
You're not as well-disguised as you may think.
I know who you are.
You're Lorraine Broughton, MI6,
and you're here because of the death of Gascoigne.
(LASALLE GRUNTS, GASPS)
What do you know about Gascoigne?
Nothing.
But if someone is killing Allied officers,
shouldn't we all care?
Whatever is in that list has people willing to kill for it.
(UNCOCKS GUN)
This is my first assignment with the French intelligence.
I've only been here a year.
(LASALLE TAKES DEEP BREATH)
I'm scared, okay?
I got into this because it was exciting.
But it's never been like this in Berlin.
You should have become a poet.
Or a rock star.
(LASALLE CHUCKLES)
♫
So you made contact with the French operative?
Obviously.
Why?
I believed she had information I could exploit.
Nothing more.
KURZFELD: And did she?
Did she have any information, Lorraine?
There is something I need to tell you.
It has to do with your friend Percival. He's...
("VOICES CARRY" BY 'TIL TUESDAY PLAYS)
♫ Because I know...
Lorraine?
GRAY: Did she have any information, Lorraine?
♫ Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide ♫
♫ And something to fear...
KURZFELD: Did she give you information?
She gave me nothing.
♫ And I try so hard to keep it inside ♫
♫ So no one can hear...
BAKHTIN: David fucking Percival.
♫ Keep it down now, voices carry... ♫
Are you following me?
Maybe you're not as good at this spy shit as you think.
(GRUNTS, YELLS)
That was for James, you fucking prick.
Now, give me that fucking list.
GRAY: We needed to get you a message, Lorraine.
We're several days into a mission without a single lead.
And plenty of distractions.
You have to be reminded of the course at hand.
Oh, I received your message.
KURZFELD: That's quite a view.
70 miles of barbed wire,
310 guard towers, 65 anti-vehicle trenches,
40,000 Soviet-trained, heavily armed frontier troops.
All that, and 5,000 GDR citizens
still had the brass balls to escape.
You've got the MI6 so worried
they called the CIA to talk sense into you.
Eric Gray called me.
Of course he did.
I don't have to remind you of how fast the clock is ticking.
If this thing gets out,
a lot of good, hard-working folks...
brave men and women are going to show up dead.
You and I included.
I swear to God, the last few weeks,
I dread even waking up in the morning.
I understand the severity of the situation, sir.
And the time imperative.
Listen, I didn't climb all the way up here
just to give you some rousing pep talk.
So I'll cut to the chase.
Last night, you met a woman.
Delphine Lasalle is out of her depth.
Given the climate, I'd hate to see an executive order
come down the line that falls in her disinterest.
Her disinterest?
What do you mean, her disinterest?
Don't insult my intelligence, Lorraine.
You know exactly what I fucking mean.
Hope you get a snapshot.
Next week, this will be a whole different picture.
(PHONE BUTTONS BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)
DISTORTED VOICE (OVER PHONE): Central has been compromised.
(CLICK, RAPID BEEPING)
♫
♫ Stronger than reason
♫ Stronger than lies
♫ The only truth I know
♫ Is the look in your eyes
♫ The look in your eyes...
(PHONE BUTTONS BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)
PERCIVAL: Meet me at the Rough Trade Bar at Oranienstrasse.
We need to talk.
♫ Just like a knife
♫ My favorite weapon
♫ Is the look in your eyes...
(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
PERCIVAL: Look at all these hedonists.
It's like a beautiful woman gone wrong. I fucking love it.
Word is Bakhtin has resurfaced.
Cops found him with a homemade lobotomy.
Either way, we have to deal with Spyglass.
Thinking it through, he doesn't have much time over there.
Our priority is the list.
- We can't make mistakes. - Come on.
He's hardly the most trustworthy person I ever met.
(CHUCKLING): Or the fucking brightest.
Wait. You said you hadn't met him.
I lied.
And he claims to have memorized the entire list.
He's ready to make the jump.
GRAY: You believe he committed the entire thing to memory?
Everything.
Had I known earlier, I would have prioritized Spyglass.
His knowledge made him as valuable as the list.
I could have grabbed him at any moment.
Instead, Percival kept it a secret,
putting us in a precarious position.
(BELLS CHIMING)
PERCIVAL: Look, the KGB are going to have
some very angry bastards out there looking for Spyglass.
We can't trust any of the old
usual methods.
It's not that difficult
to drive across the border these days.
It is when you're wanted like Spyglass is.
We have to walk him across personally
to ensure his safety in plain sight.
We'll use the demonstration tomorrow at Alexanderplatz.
That's insane.
All those protesters will make a great distraction.
Spyglass is my guy.
We're going to do it my way.
Fine.
But we use my contact to get all our papers in order.
All right.
We have a deal?
(SIGHS) I'll take that as a yes.
(GROANS, SIGHS)
You see...
I received a call
from David Percival that evening, Lorraine.
He said he had the list.
PERCIVAL: I'll need a little time to wrap it up.
GRAY: And he knew the identity of Satchel.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, I'm very close to Satchel.
(SIGHS)
And no one thought to tell me?
LORRAINE: Hmm?
(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)
(GRUNTS) Fuck.
You brought a lot of friends.
I heard Bakhtin had a little accident.
I heard he slipped and fell on an ice pick.
Berlin's a cruel mistress.
Especially for traitors like Bakhtin.
Oh, don't be such a fucking Communist.
You've got a problem.
Yeah, I know.
You have the fucking list.
We've been in the trenches long enough to know
that at times like this Berlin has its own set of rules.
I can give you information that will keep the balance.
Now, are you in or out?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Percival's trying to set me up.
Are you surprised?
Not really.
These relationships aren't real.
They're just a means to an end.
When you tell the truth, you look different.
Your eyes change.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Thanks for the warning.
What do you mean?
I mean, I better not do it again.
Why?
'Cause it's going to get me killed one day.
("BEHIND THE WHEEL" BY DEPECHE MODE PLAYING)
♫
(ANNOUNCEMENT IN GERMAN OVER P.A.)
(DOG BARKS)
♫ My little girl
- ♫ Drive anywhere. - (DOG BARKS)
- ♫ Do what you want. - (DOG BARKING)
♫ I don't care
♫ Tonight
♫ I'm in the hands of fate
♫ I hand myself
♫ Over on a plate
♫ Now...
(VIDEO GAME MUSIC PLAYING)
Well, I am impressed.
I thought Merkel here was just a good bartender.
You smell like a Stasi officer.
Shave off that moustache.
Use that soap and cologne. It's from the West.
You can't take anything from the East.
LORRAINE: Merkel will give you some clothes.
Right this way, Mr. Spyglass.
♫ Oh, little girl...
♫ I'd rather not be
♫ The one behind the wheel
♫ Come
♫ Pull my strings
♫ Watch me move
(CROWD CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)
♫ I do anything
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
♫ Please...
It should have been easy.
The plan was sound.
Whatever went wrong did so because someone wanted it to.
Someone from the inside.
GRAY: Were you betrayed by a fellow agent?
KURZFELD: You mean Satchel?
Would that be unheard of?
Per your request.
You won't be needing that.
It will be worse if they find it on you.
Everything else ready?
Yes. Everything you requested.
SPYGLASS: I'm ready.
What do you think of his shirt?
I wouldn't be caught dead in it.
But for him, it's perfect.
Stand over here.
Now look like a free man.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
REPORTER: East Berlin peace leaders
have organized a demonstration this week at Alexanderplatz.
(NEWS BROADCAST CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Did he tell you I memorized the whole list?
Yes.
SPYGLASS: I realize I may not be
as valuable to some people and...
some people may even want me dead, but...
what choice do I have?
You're no good to me dead.
And I've never lost a package.
I know.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(PERCIVAL SIGHS)
Hey, hey, hey.
It's his family.
This was not part of the plan.
Part of mine.
Please.
PERCIVAL: I'll take the wife and kid.
You just have to deal with Spyglass.
I don't know if I have enough passports.
Percival.
Your old golden boy.
♫
(CROWD CLAMORING)
(CROWD CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)
We have to go.
See you in the West.
Good luck.
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
♫
(CHANTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
♫
(WHISTLES)
This was never part of the plan.
It was part of mine.
(THUMP)
(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
Stay low.
(SPYGLASS GROANING)
In here.
LORRAINE: I need to deal with this now,
or we'll never get across.
I don't want to die.
You're not going to die.
Stay here.
(DISTANT CHATTER IN GERMAN)
(ELEVATOR MOTOR WHIRRING)
(WHIRRING STOPS, DOORS OPEN)
(GUNFIRE)
(MAN YELLS IN PAIN)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(MAN YELLS IN PAIN)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)
(LORRAINE YELLS)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)
(PAINED GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)
(MAN COUGHING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(MAN GROANS)
(PANTING)
(MAN GRUNTS)
(MAN SHOUTS IN GERMAN)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(MAN YELLING IN PAIN)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(PANTING)
Fuck.
(DISTANT CHATTER IN GERMAN)
SPYGLASS: Two more. There's two more.
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(SHELL CASING CLANKS ON FLOOR)
(BODY THUDS)
(MAN SHOUTS IN GERMAN)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(GUNFIRE)
Go.
(GUNFIRE)
You need to stop that bleeding.
Search for anything.
Alcohol, rags.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(PANTING)
(GUNFIRE)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(SPYGLASS YELLS)
(LORRAINE YELLS)
(MAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(COUGHS)
(GASPING)
(GASPS IN PAIN)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(GASPING)
(MAN YELLING IN PAIN)
(BOTH GRUNTING LOUDLY)
Am I a bitch now?
(SPYGLASS COUGHING)
(PANTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
(SPYGLASS COUGHS)
(DISTANT DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Get in.
Get in!
(PANTING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
You need to work on your German.
(HORN HONKS)
It's horrible.
("I RAN" BY A FLOCK OF SEAGULLS PLAYS FAINTLY OVER RADIO)
- (MAN GRUNTING) - What the hell?
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS, PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL)
SPYGLASS: Oh!
♫ I walk along the avenue
- (GROANING) - ♫ I never thought
♫ I'd meet a girl like you
♫ Meet a girl like you...
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(GUNSHOT)
- (GUNSHOT) - (SPYGLASS GRUNTS)
- ♫ You hypnotize me through. - (TIRES SCREECHING)
♫ And I ran
♫ I ran so far away
♫ I just ran
- ♫ I ran all night and day. - Fasten your seat belt.
♫ Couldn't get away
- (TIRES SCREECH) - (SPYGLASS GRUNTS)
- (HORN BEEPS, TIRES SQUEAL) - ♫ A cloud appears
♫ Above your head
♫ A beam of light
- ♫ Comes shining down on you. - (SPYGLASS SHOUTING IN GERMAN)
(TRUCK HORN HONKS)
(AUDIO DISTORTING): ♫ Shining down on you...
(TIRES SQUEAL)
♫ Aurora borealis comes in view ♫
♫ Aurora comes in view...
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
You all right?
Yeah.
We have to go...
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(JAW CRACKS)
(GASPS) It's so cold!
- Open your door. - My foot is... it's stuck!
(GASPING)
(GASPING, COUGHING)
Just breathe.
(MUTTERING)
(WATER BURBLING)
♫
(GASPING)
(LONG EXHALE)
- You need a break? - No.
(TAPE RECORDER WHIRRING)
GRAY: So...
Yes, I-I think I understand everything.
You made your plan.
And you failed to get the high-value asset
safely across to the West.
You sent me into a fucking hornet's nest.
I was made by the KGB
from the moment my feet touched the ground.
Maybe even before.
But then you knew that, didn't you?
You had your doubts about Percival,
and you used me to shake him down.
Ready when you are.
♫
(SIREN BLARING)
(SIREN CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Hey, hey... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa. It's me. It's me.
He's dead.
Spyglass is dead.
And you are alive.
They're all listening to me.
They knew.
The KGB knew everything.
I need to get across.
Jan.
♫
Well, I expected more out of the Brits
- than a royal goat fuck. - I know. We're sorry.
Oh, no, wait. You lot don't have
your own private Stasi agent, do you?
Not one with a photographic memory.
KURZFELD: We need to get with Broughton
and get on the same page.
We need that list... now more than ever.
Broughton?
She made it out.
Right.
You know, a beautiful Italian girl once said to me, "David...
you can't unfuck what's been fucked."
Women are always getting in the way of progress, aren't they?
♫
REPORTER: What no one in Germany
believed possible has happened tonight.
The wall is coming down. The wall is down.
MAN: People here have lived with the wall since 1961,
and I think now it's time to... break the wall down, you know.
REPORTER: The wall is crumbling.
The sledgehammers in the hands of men
not born when it went up tear into it.
And behind it,
the East German soldiers tried to stop the tide.
Water cannons were brought out.
But the West Berliners were determined.
One West Berliner sprayed champagne back.
PERCIVAL: You know, if I was
to follow you, I mean, properly...
you'd never fucking know.
REPORTER: It is the moment.
Berliners have waited 28 years for.
Even the East Germans seem exhilarated.
A symbolic breach in the structure
that cost hundreds of lives and separated friends,
families and lovers for decades.
LORRAINE: I found a French UHF device
in my coat after Spyglass died.
I now believe it was Percival who planted it.
Made it look like Lasalle.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING)
♫
Why are you here?
You need to leave Berlin.
Well, when I didn't hear from you, I got worried.
How naive can you be?
We chose this life, Delphine.
This only ends one way.
What are you talking about?
He set us both up.
You have to leave while you can.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
(LINE RINGING)
PERCIVAL (OVER PHONE): Yes?
Don't underestimate me, Percival.
Oh, Lasalle, listen to me very carefully.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
- You set me up. - You... (SIGHS)
Come on, now. This is the game.
I know your secrets, David,
and I can play this game better than you think.
(CLICK)
("VOICES CARRY" BY 'TIL TUESDAY PLAYS)
(FIREWORKS POPPING)
♫ I'm in the dark, I'd like to read his mind ♫
♫ But I'm frightened of the things I might find ♫
♫ Oh, there must be something he's thinking of ♫
♫ To tear him away
(SONG CONTINUES OVER RADIO)
♫ When I tell him that I'm falling in love ♫
♫ Why does he say
♫ Hush, hush...
LORRAINE (OVER SPEAKER): Percival is trying
to set me up.
LASALLE (OVER SPEAKER): Are you surprised?
LORRAINE: Not really.
These relationships aren't real.
They're just a means to an end.
LASALLE: When you tell the truth, you look different.
Your eyes change.
LORRAINE: Thanks for the warning.
LASALLE: What do you mean?
LORRAINE: I mean, I better not do it again.
LASALLE: Why?
LORRAINE: 'Cause it's going to get me killed one day.
LASALLE: There is something that I need to tell you.
It has to do with your friend Percival.
- He's... - LORRAINE: Shh.
(RECORDING STOPS, "VOICES CARRY" RESUMES)
♫ Because I know all the trouble I'll get ♫
♫ Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide ♫
♫ And something to fear
♫ And I try so hard to keep it inside ♫
♫ So no one can hear
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
♫ Hush, hush
♫ Keep it down now
- ♫ Voices carry. - (GASPING, GROANING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
♫ Hush, hush
♫ Keep it down now
♫ Voices carry
(LASALLE COUGHING)
♫ Hush, hush
- ♫ Keep it down now. - (GROANING)
♫ Voices carry
- (YELLS IN PAIN) - ♫ Ah, ah
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS IN PAIN)
(GROANING)
(PAINED SOBBING)
(GRUNTS, YELLS IN PAIN)
- (BUZZING) - (CROWD SINGING NEARBY)
(GRUNTING, GASPING)
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
(PERCIVAL SOBBING IN PAIN, GASPING)
(BUZZING CONTINUES)
(CROWD CONTINUES SINGING)
I'm sorry, darling.
(YELLS IN PAIN)
This is the game.
- (PAINED GRUNT) - (PANTING)
♫ He wants me...
- (BUZZING CONTINUES) - (CROWD CONTINUES SINGING)
- ♫ Hush, hush. - (PERCIVAL GRUNTS)
♫ Keep it down now
♫ Voices carry
(PANTING)
♫ Hush, hush
♫ Keep it down now
♫ Voices carry
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
♫ Oh, hush, hush
- ♫ Shut up now. - (DOOR BANGS OPEN)
(GUN COCKS)
♫ Voices carry
♫ Oh, hush, hush
♫ Keep it down now
♫ Voices carry
♫ Oh, hush, hush
♫ Darling
- ♫ She might overhear... - Fuck.
REPORTER: Celebrations continue in the streets tonight.
From the moment the first wave
of East Germans crossed into Berlin,
they have been showered with champagne
and cheered by a crowd of thousands.
It is clear this will be one of Berlin's most dramatic days.
East Berliners are overcome as they cross the border
that has been closed to them for 28 years.
West Berliners are chipping away
at the wall that scarred their city and scaling it.
(PANTING QUIETLY)
("99 LUFTBALLONS" BY KALEIDA PLAYS, SUNG IN GERMAN)
REPORTER: There is no more interference from the police.
Unified, Berliners lay symbols of peace.
Thousands of them looking east and chanting,
"Down with the wall."
♫
There's only one question left to ask.
Who won?
And what was the fucking game anyway?
MAN (OVER TV): And I was thinking,
the wall will never fall.
KURT LODER (OVER TV): Germany's peaceful revolution
is probably the political and cultural story of 1989.
We're going to take a quick break, but we'll be back
with an in-depth look at the number-one
musical controversy of the year... sampling.
Is it art, or is it just plagiarism?
Don't go away.
("99 LUFTBALLONS" CONTINUES)
To win, first you have to know whose side you're on.
PERCIVAL: In our line of work,
that's right up there with black holes
or "to be or not to be."
You fight the good fight, and then one day
you wake up and you realize that all you were
was Satan's little helper.
(CROWD CHEERING, FIREWORKS POPPING)
(FIREWORKS WHISTLING AND POPPING)
PERCIVAL: Ironic.
The news will tell them there will be no more secrets.
But you and I, we both know that's not true.
The world is run on secrets.
- (AIR HISSING) - (GASPS)
Whoever has that list has power.
And without it, you're just another fucking target.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
PERCIVAL: So, what have I learned
after all this time?
After all the sleepless nights,
lying to friends, lovers, myself?
Playing this crooked game in this crooked town
filled with backstabbers and four-faced liars?
I'll tell you what I've learned.
One thing and one thing only.
I fucking love Berlin!
(SHELL CASING CLINKS ON GROUND)
(GROANING)
(WHEEZING, GROANING)
(PERCIVAL GASPING)
You didn't have to kill her.
You what... what... you suddenly decided
to develop a conscience after all you've done?
Have you noticed how everyone you get close to
ends up fucking dead?
You gave Bremovych the details of the plan.
You went to the KGB to take me out.
You were too fucking scared to do it yourself.
Too smart, more like.
If those KGB pricks had done their part,
I'd be on my way to a hand job with the queen by now.
I've read that list,
Lorraine.
And you feature heavily.
Turns out you've been a very naughty girl.
Spyglass was a liability to us all.
I couldn't risk leaving him with you.
Where's the list, David?
I don't have it.
It's en route to MI6, where it belongs.
(PERCIVAL GROANS)
(YELLS IN PAIN)
(GASPS, GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Are you going to lie till the very end?
(LAUGHING)
(GULPS, GASPS)
Truth and lies.
People like us don't know the difference.
No, we know the difference, David.
We choose to ignore it.
Isn't that right, Comrade Satchel?
So that's how you'll make it work.
"It's a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver."
Well played.
(SHELL CASING CLANKS ON GROUND)
(FIREWORKS CONTINUE POPPING IN DISTANCE)
You killed David Percival?
MAN: All the paperwork is in order for the bodies
of James Gascoigne and David Percival.
GRAY: You killed our head of station,
an officer of the Crown.
You'd better have hard proof and a damn good explanation.
Who are you to judge my actions?
I'm your superior.
(LORRAINE CHUCKLING)
My superior.
This was never about stopping the war.
It was about saving your ass.
You couldn't bear the embarrassment of the sins
that we committed in the Cold War.
And I was stupid enough to give my life for it.
Yes, well, that's your job, isn't it?
I did my job.
Despite your best efforts and your incompetence,
I succeeded where you failed.
I uncovered your traitor, Satchel.
Brought him the only justice he deserved.
A bullet.
Percival meeting with Bremovych
the day before Spyglass was killed.
- (CLICK) -BREMOVYCH (ON TAPE): Maybe we could make
some sort of, uh, arrangement.
PERCIVAL: You got to know that I'm the only man
in this town that can help you get that list.
BREMOVYCH: Very impressive. Dedication.
Loyalty. They're rare things these days.
PERCIVAL: "It's a double pleasure
to deceive the deceiver."
(TAPE FAST-FORWARDING)
We have a deal?
What about the British?
LORRAINE: Do you trust Gray?
- No. - What about C?
C is an arrogant lapdog
who understands precisely fuck-all
beyond the edge of his desk.
Percival was Satchel.
Where's the list?
Where's the list, Lorraine?
I don't know.
(C SIGHS)
Oh, bollocks.
The prime minister is going to have
a difficult time with this.
We're choosing to bury this one, Broughton.
Your mission never took place.
This conversation...
never happened.
I'm putting you on leave, effective immediately.
We'll start the next decade well rested.
LORRAINE: C?
What should I wear...
for my tea with the queen?
("LONDON CALLING" BY THE CLASH PLAYS)
♫ London calling to the faraway towns ♫
♫ Now war is declared and battle come down ♫
♫ London calling to the underworld ♫
♫ Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls ♫
♫ London calling, now don't look to us ♫
♫ Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust ♫
♫ London calling, see, we ain't got no swing ♫
♫ 'Cept for the ring...
("FASTIDIOUS HORSES" BY VLADIMIR VYSOTSKY PLAYS)
(SONG CONTINUES, SUNG IN RUSSIAN)
(BREMOVYCH CHUCKLES)
(GLASSES CLINK)
(CHUCKLES)
Ah.
(SETS GLASS ON TABLE)
("FASTIDIOUS HORSES" CONTINUES)
(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)
(GASPS QUIETLY)
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
("FASTIDIOUS HORSES" CONTINUES)
(SILENCED GUNFIRE)
(MAN GROANS)
- (SILENCED GUNSHOTS) - (MAN YELLS IN PAIN)
(GUNFIRE)
(MAN MUTTERS IN RUSSIAN)
(GUNFIRE)
(SHELL CASING CLINKS ON FLOOR)
(GURGLES)
(SONG ENDS)
(BREMOVYCH GASPING WEAKLY)
Did you really think I was going to give you that list?
Before you die, I want you to get this
through your thick, primitive skull.
I never worked for you.
You worked for me.
Every false intel I gave you, a rip in the Iron Curtain.
Every piece of intel you gave me,
a bullet in my fucking gun.
I want my life back.
(BODY THUDS)
("UNDER PRESSURE" BY QUEEN AND DAVID BOWIE PLAYS)
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) - (SIGHS)
♫ Mm ba ba de
♫ Mm bum ba de
♫ Mm bu bu bum da de
♫ Pressure
♫ Pushing down on me
♫ Pressing down on you
♫ No man ask for
♫ Under pressure
♫ That brings a building down
♫ Splits a family in two
Safe travels.
♫ Puts people on streets
♫ Mm ba ba be, mm ba ba be
♫ De day da, ee day da
♫ That's okay
♫ It's the terror of knowing
♫ What this world is about
♫ Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out" ♫
♫ Pray tomorrow gets me higher ♫
♫ Pressure on people
♫ People on streets
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Estimated flight time to Langley:
11 hours and 37 minutes.
Cleared for takeoff.
KURZFELD: Let's go home.
That sounds good.
Let's go home.
"Cocksucker"?
Really?
(CHUCKLES)
I'm glad it was convincing.
♫ People on streets
♫ Ee da de da day
♫ People on streets
♫ Ee da de da, de da de da ♫
♫ It's the terror of knowing what this world is about ♫
♫ Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out" ♫
♫ Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher ♫
- ♫ High... - ♫ Pressure on people
♫ People on streets
♫ Turned away from it all
♫ Like a blind man
♫ Sat on a fence
♫ But it don't work
♫ Keep coming up with love
♫ But it's so slashed and torn ♫
♫ Why, why
♫ Why...?
♫ Love, love, love, love, love ♫
♫ Insanity laughs
♫ Under pressure, we're breaking ♫
♫ Can't we give ourselves one more chance? ♫
♫ Why can't we give love that one more chance? ♫
♫ Why can't we give love, give love, give love ♫
♫ Give love, give love, give love ♫
♫ Give love, give love
♫ 'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word ♫
♫ And love dares you to care for ♫
♫ The people on the
♫ Edge of the night
♫ And love dares you
♫ To change our way of
♫ Caring about ourselves
♫ This is our last dance
♫ This is ourselves
♫ Under pressure
♫ Pressure.
(SONG ENDS)
(TENSE ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS)
♫
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