01x06 - The Red Pill

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Help me.

Are you awake?

I brought coffee.

Thank you.

I'm proud of you.

What's up?

I told you yesterday.

Now we can look forward
to the election,

and you'll get something
to write about.

That's a promise.

Yeah?

What's happened?

Just a detour.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to help. Everything you
could tell Inger, you can tell me.

Yeah.

The att*ck will happen soon.

I'm definitely on
the inside, but...

don't use anything but the
blog for communication.

They're still paranoid.

- Is the att*ck in Berlin?
- Mm-hm.

Cato's plan is related
to the election.

Change Germany to change Europe.

They have finances,
digital assets...

We must strike fast as soon as I know
the target, but that's still unclear.

Do you have anything?

The Germans have lost
contact with an agent.

They want you to know who he is,

so you don't end up in
any difficult situations.

Mm-hm.

His name is Jan.

So you know him?

Yes. Or...

He worked with the
crypto financing, but...

He's dead.

What happened?

Have you guys said anything
about me to the Germans?

No.

Someone leaked Jan's identity.

They have someone on the inside,
that's why he was k*lled.

Almost me too.

Supposedly someone high up in
the system, in the ministry.

They call their
source The Scorpio.

The police won't find Jan.

They...

b*rned his body, and
dissolved the remains in acid.

Soon all this will be over.

And you'll go back home and...

live a normal life.

I don't think a
normal life is...

possible anymore.

That's how it feels now.

But it will get better.

I k*lled him.

Jan.

I sh*t him. I...

Oh, f*ck.

Did they force you to do it?

He asked me to.

Let's just finish what
we came here to do.

Tell Inger they trust me now.

And don't tell her I sh*t him.

I shouldn't have told
you either. Sorry.

Tell her I'm on top of this.

It's me.

Ole?

It looks good.

Hi.

Your post. It's good.

I started reading it
and I almost can't stop.

Are you on my computer?

You have my password?

Yes, you gave it to me.

No, I didn't.

Okay. Is that a problem?

No, I just...

Well, it's not exactly okay.

I think you should take
a look at the ending.

Try to punch it up a little.
And change the picture.

- I put some examples on...
- OK...

Where have you been?

What the hell do
you want me to do?

I gave up my entire life to fight
for our cause! I even k*lled a cop.

What do I have to do to make you
stop treating me like a child?

- Listen, I promised...
- No! Now you listen to me!

You guys need someone to
write your heroic epic? Fine.

You can find someone else
because I am sick of this!

Ragna.

Ragna.

I see your point, OK?

We can talk about it later, but
I want to show you something.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

Your agent's dead.

Our agent is dead?

- Yes.
- I'm sorry, Kathi.

Oh, sh*t.

That can't be true.

And I'm afraid you
can't tell anyone.

So who k*lled him?

- We don't know. We'll find out.
- No, we will find out.

LKA will go in full
force when they hear it.

Yes, and that's why
you can't tell anyone.

Well, we have to.
They k*lled our agent.

Yes, and our agent confirms

that someone leaked
Jan's identity to them.

Oh, f*ck!

So... Did she say which
department? Did you get a name?

Scorpio.

Someone high up in the
Verfassungsschutz or the Ministry.

- Scorpio?
- That's it.

Scorpio.

Their goal is to
change the election.

How can they change the election?
What can they do to change the votes?

We don't know yet. That's
why we need your help.

What do you want me to do?

Like I said, we're very interested
in the crypto financing part of this.

And we would like everything
your ministry has on that.

That is top secret.

We need to look into the crypto
files that Jan was involved in.

They may give us information
on what they are financing.

You're asking me to
commit high treason.

Until you find The Scorpio, we are
your only chance to stop the terror.

OK.

I'll get you the files and
I'll give you 48 hours.

Then I have to start
investigating the missing agent.

Thank you.

That's enough. Come.

Come, come, come.

Sorry I'm late.

Urgent meeting.

- What meeting?
- An urgent one.

I'm just asking because I
tried to call you before.

Yes, I know. And
now I'm here. Eva?

In the further evaluation of the
Safar brothers' telecommunications,

one man appears
particularly frequently.

They call him The Teacher. His
real name is Fahdil Al Dabbas.

He lives in Berlin and works
as an electrical engineer.

He has a wife and four children.

All members of the Muslim
community in Kreuzberg.

In the Iraq w*r, Fahdil was one
of S*ddam Hussein's best sn*pers.

They call him The Teacher because
he trained sn*pers during the w*r.

It's not clear from the
chats what they're up to,

but they keep exchanging information
about the upcoming elections.

Especially about Amira
Hamad's public appearances.

Hamad's sharp criticism
of radical Salafism

makes her a traitor
in The Teacher's eyes.

OK. Let's have him monitored.

I'll talk to the prosecutor
after the meeting.

Any news on the C4 expl*sives?

We just can't find it.

How is that possible?

Helmut?

Our missing man.

LKA Brandenburg wants to search for
him. He's been silent for too long.

We're still waiting.

- What are we waiting for?
- We wait another two days.

Summarize that in
a report, please.

Then I can look at it all again.

Yeah. Sure.

HASIR RESTAURANT

You must try the
tea. It's fantastic.

I brought you here because this
is where everything began for me.

My most important
formative experience.

Back when I was
studying here in Berlin,

I was in this area, sitting
at this exact table,

drinking black tea,
like we're doing now.

I was reading
Nietzsche and Spinoza,

trying to understand
how they see emotions,

and how they affect
people and culture.

Spinoza was a stoic
in many senses,

but he denied that reason
could defeat emotion.

This has huge consequences,
because it means that our culture,

our collective identity,

is shaped over time by
our common emotions.

It felt like I was
reading the code.

Like I had taken the red
pill from The Matrix.

As I was having this epiphany,

I suddenly noticed that all the
people passing by had stopped.

They were just staring at me.

People were staring because
you understood Spinoza?

I thought so at first, but
they were staring at that TV.

And then I witnessed...

how emotion trumps reason.

That was September 11, 2001.

That TV showed the second plane
crashing into the second tower live.

And they showed it again.
And again and again.

Emotions. Emotions. Emotions.
I was in complete shock.

- Not because of what was on the TV.
- Because of what then?

Because around me
stood young Arabs...

born and raised in Germany...

and their eyes just lit up.

They just couldn't
f*cking hide it.

It was like a silent triumph.

And that's when I understood that
Spinoza and Nietzsche were right.

The liberal idea of
mixing "us" and "them"

in order to build a peaceful
society is just a big f*cking lie.

If we want to change
anything, our culture...

If we want to make
people think like we do,

we have to change
people's emotions.

O*ama b*n L*den got
that part right.

There is no "us and them".
There is only "us or them".

We have to fight with
everything we've got.

We have to create unique,
emotional experiences.

How... What are these unique
experiences going to be?

A wake up call.

An inciting incident.

Your job is to create
narratives, stories,

based on an inciting incident.

Make people care
about their culture.

Make Europe care
about Europe again.

Is it part of the plan
that we won't survive?

Are you willing to
sacrifice your life...

to save Europe?

Yes.

I am.

That's why I brought you here.

I wanted to share my
experience with you.

Because I noticed it the
first time I read your texts.

You stir up emotions.

You stirred up my emotions.

Thomas.

- Good you're here. We must talk.
- I heard. I'll speak to him.

- I know he had to be careful, but...
- Chris, it's all right.

He's coming!

What?

They're scared of you.

Fear is good.

Keeps us awake.

- I'm scared too.
- Oh, yeah?

- Of what?
- Have you talked to Ole?

No. What's wrong?

I think he's too
fixated on the girl.

He believes in her, as do I.

You're like brothers, but you
should keep an eye on him.

- He has no control over his feelings.
- He knows what he's doing.

What about you?

Do you know what you're doing?

If you'd waited twelve hours,

Jan would've been exposed without
everyone sitting here in fear.

To whom do you want to
prove your power? Cato?

PERSONNEL ID DATA

FINANCIAL SOURCES EUROPE

HELMUT BERNER NOVEMBER 3, 1967

SCORPIO OCTOBER


Yeah?

OK. Yeah. Just hang on.

Yeah. No, of course.

Okay, tomorrow then.

Fine. Bye.

What the hell are you doing?

- What's happening tomorrow?
- Ragna.

Sorry. I just...

What would you do if
you were in my position?

No one tells me anything,
I'm just bossed around

I don't even know
if I'll survive.

Am I just supposed
to accept that?

I understand there are rules,
but those rules are f*cked up.

- Am I a part of this, or what?
- I know.

But I can't tell
you anything. OK?

Sorry.

Come here. I want to
show you something.

Look. This is the IP
address you used earlier.

And now...

Now I have sent you a message.

Yeah?

There's nothing here.

No.

It's not there.

But if you look here.

SEARCH:

And click here.

I can make people communicate
without knowing it.

I decide what they write
and who writes to whom.

All I need is the IP address.

Wow.

Sorry.

- I'm sorry. I...
- No, I...

- I just thought that...
- Sorry, I...

I just wasn't expecting that.

No, of course not. I
wasn't expecting it either.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey.

I'm guessing there are
rules about this as well.

Not getting distracted.

Yes.

Good night.

Good night.

Tomorrow I'll introduce you.

To Cato?

To a life-changing experience.

Good night.

- Hey.
- Come in.

No, I don't want to
disturb your family.

There's no one here since my
ex-husband moved out, so come on in.

I have some pretty good
Barolo if you like.

Actually, with the
cork pressed inside.

That's fine.

So he took your
wine opener, huh?

Yes. And the wine glasses.

Here.

Cheers.

Sorry.

- Not very ladylike, I know.
- No, that's...

I guess I have to
drink up my courage.

I could go to jail for this.

You're trying to prevent
the world blowing up.

I'll tell that to the
prosecutors if this goes to hell.

This is not going to hell.

No.

No, of course not.
I didn't mean to...

I'm sorry.

Inger told me about your
girlfriend, the informant.

We will all do our best.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry. I didn't...
- No, I know. I'm sorry.

I'm... I just...

Do you mind if I just
sit here for a while?

No.

Good morning.

Morning.

I have to leave in five and my
maid comes in 45 minutes, so...

- I'll be gone by then.
- No, it's all right.

Yes?

What?

sh*t.

OK, we'll skip the status meeting
and go to Böhringer immediately.

I'll hurry.

He disappeared without a trace.

No message to anyone
we monitor. Nothing.

We didn't have time to set
up his surveillance at all.

As soon as we knew he
existed, he was gone.

Wait, Eva.

Do you think it's possible
that we have a leak?

- Do you know something?
- Do you think it's possible?

Anything is possible.

Who?

I have no idea.

Minister...

To make it really clear, we
urgently advise you to cancel

all events with over


for security reasons.

Because a t*rror1st att*ck

among 1,000 people isn't
mediagenic enough? How cynical.

No, I'm just trying
to be realistic.

If it were up to me, we
would cancel all events.

Stegemann, what do you say?
Can you keep this city safe?

The situation is under control.

Again, just to make clear

why they call Fahdil
Al Dabbas The Teacher.

He trained sn*pers and was himself
S*ddam Hussein's best sn*per.

He can k*ll someone from
two kilometers away.

He completed electrical
engineering training in Germany.

That means he can build a
detonator out of a toaster.

You don't need to paint
the devil on the wall

because you lost a t*rror1st
and twelve kilograms of C4.

We all got it. It's
not that complicated.

But I cannot follow your
suggested solutions.

One of the events that we consider
among the most likely targets

is your public televised debate

with Amira Hamad and Rudolf
Hensel tomorrow evening.

- And now you want to scare me too?
- No.

But we strongly advise
you to cancel the event.

That's the easiest way for you.

While I'll have to deal
with a massive shitstorm,

when it later turns
out that we canceled

the last important TV debate
with the top candidates

because we don't do
our job properly.

What kind of logic is that?
We're doing our job right now.

Then find the man. Germany will not
postpone the election because of you.

Minister...

My main task is security.

- And the thr*at...
- Rainer.

What do you think?

I think we still have some time.

Maybe the situation clears
up by tomorrow evening.

In the meantime, we should
work on alternative solutions.

Right.

Let's look for
alternative solutions.

Thank you.

Shitstorm from the NAD?

Fear of Islamists who
were trained in Germany

is exactly what they
would crucify him for.

We must inform the other candidates
directly about the possible thr*at.

OK. I'll take care of it.

But don't get your hopes
up. They'll all appear.

We wish you a wonderful morning.

Good morning, dear viewers.

Today we'll first look at
the eagerly awaited TV debate

between the three leading candidates
for the office of Federal Chancellor.

Hi.

According to recent polls,

Interior Minister von Hardenberg
of the Conservative Party

is a few percentage points ahead
of Social Democrat Amira Hamad.

But Rudolf Hensel, the leader of
the New Alternative for Germany,

made significant gains at the
expense of the other parties.

Tonight, all three candidates
will debate each other

in the Berlin Congress Center.

All three of them are useless.

All three.

And of course they don't dare
to let Teupitz participate.

Who is Teupitz?

The number two of NAD.

A true visionary.

Firm. Determined.

But she is the worst of all.

Amira Hamad.

All she represents is
the downfall of Europe.

Her mother is Cypriot,
her father is Egyptian.

Came to Berlin as
a political refugee

after the coup of the Greek
m*llitary junta in 1974.

Explain to me why this woman

should be the leader of the
most powerful country in Europe?

A refugee...

multicultural...

left-wing liberal...

atheist...

feminist...

The leader of a party founded
during the industrial revolution.

She has nothing new to
contribute. Nothing!

Germany needs a
new political wave.

Get dressed. I wanna
show you something.

Yes.

I'm just going through the
information on the Russians.

There's more than enough there
for me to begin working with.

I'm finding names

that I recognize from the Ziminov
files from your superiors.

Hey! You're going to focus on
one thing, and that's Ragna.

If there's a connection, we can
talk about that later. Not now.

Ragna needs you and I
need you. That's the deal.

I'm not going to abandon
Ragna or Kathi or anyone.

I'm just saying I'm going
to go after him. Full force.

This crypto thing means something big
is happening. I will find out what.

Wait, hold on. Bye.

Hi!

- Hello.
- Hi! How are you?

He told me he was going to
buy you a trampoline. Did he?

Yes. I'm going to learn
to do a front-flip

- and maybe a handstand.
- Cool!

Can you zoom in again, please?

No. Nothing.

Go on. Mr. Secretary of State.

I've informed the candidates.

Let me guess. They
want to be on TV.

Those were not exactly her words,
but I think that is the truth.

You get all the
resources you need.

Even the special forces.
That should be enough, right?

sh*t.

Hello.

GSG-9 will position four sn*pers two
hours before the candidates arrive.

They should be here
in ten minutes.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Can we have one of these?
- Yes.

Put this on.

- Whoa, that's big...
- Yes.

- Have they all been checked?
- All of them.

One of them had an old record
for illegal possession of dr*gs.

We sent him home.

Come on.

Perfect. Send them up. They
should check the hall first.

What is Hensel
doing here already?

Looks like a rehearsal.

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Amira Hamad?

Wait here.

- Why?
- Just wait here and you'll see.

Amira Hamad will need
extra protection tonight.

Hello.

Hi, Dad.

Continue.

Hey!

From up there. The sh*ts
came from up there.

It was The Teacher.