Kleo (2022) s01e08 Episode Script

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A NETFLIX SERIES
Whoa!
Here we go.
Thilo. Thilo, dude, this is your moment.
And say hi to your princess.
Hola.
Buenos días.
Hmm.
- Gracias.
- De nada.
Hola.
Pedro!
- Hello, señor.
- Hello.
Would you come with me, please?
- You want me to come with you?
- Yes.
- This way. Hmm.
- Okay.
Huh?
Are you gonna start, or shall I?
Uh No, uh, please.
We had an agreement, okay?
You want to work for the BND,
and in return, you give me information.
Hmm? The problem is,
I've not had any information. Why not?
Of course I would've let you know
about our trip
as soon as I had the chance.
The problem is that Kleo That the target,
um, made up her mind
to fly to Chile right away.
And that's why
I just didn't have the time to tell you.
There was enough time, however, for word
of this top-secret trip to reach me.
My contacts
managed to do what you can't do.
What judgement would you make
from my perspective?
No idea.
Why don't you ask your contact person?
"Romeo agent."
You know that term I presume?
Not at all, but I'm not having an affair
with this woman,
if that's what you're insinuating.
I don't care about that. She trusts you.
So, are you willing
to cooperate with the BND?
Yes, I am. But quite frankly, you're not
in a position to set the conditions here.
Hmm?
- Who is then?
- Kleo, she trusts me.
So, you make me finally
an official BND agent,
then we'll continue this conversation.
All right?
I want to negotiate on equal terms.
I'm not some fucking delivery boy.
No, right. You are much more than that.
Exactly.
The suspect in a murder case
Question mark.
Or more like two murder cases?
Okay.
And?
No idea. Routine check.
How should I know what they wanted?
Right.
Vamos?
GUEST HOUSE
Double bed? Seriously?
Yeah. It's all they had.
Oh.
For God's sake,
I don't like sleeping on my own.
- Got nothing to do with you.
- Okay.
Sags a bit, but I think,
turn the mattress over
Hmm. It'll work.
Sven, are you all right?
Uh Yeah. Why?
You seem tense.
Okay.
- That's Jorge's house?
- Yeah. You stay here.
So sorry to bother you.
Jorge, does he still live here?
No, no, Jorge is no longer with us.
The Lord took him under His wings.
Oh, my deepest condolences.
When When did he die?
Was five months ago. A brain tumour.
He was a good boy.
So, the two of you were friends?
- Yes.
- Oh, I'm so sorry for you.
Mmm.
How awful.
He didn't suffer much.
So that was a relief.
I wish you all the best.
All the best to you too.
- Mmm.
- Ah.
Kleo was just here. Here at mine.
She was there?
We were prepared.
Carmen dealt with her.
What did she do?
She told her a story.
She invented a story?
And you think
she's going to believe this story?
Yeah, sure.
Well, for now.
She just left, so don't worry.
Hola, Jorge.
Kleo!
It's you.
What a nice welcome.
You look great.
You too.
How do you feel?
From the looks of it,
not dead.
We need to talk, Jorge.
What's up? Why so serious?
As if you didn't know.
Is it about back then?
No.
Why are you here then?
- Where's the suitcase?
- What suitcase?
The suitcase you got
from my grandpa, Jorge.
- Don't understand.
- Yes, you do.
Kleo, you know
I can't give you the suitcase.
And you know I won't leave it.
People never change.
Yeah. People do change.
Your country saved my life,
and I'm grateful for that.
Of course I'm on the GDR's side now, huh?
On the right side.
- What about you?
- The right side?
The right side fooled me into believing
in something that never existed.
I won't ask again, Jorge.
Come with me.
I'm so sorry, Kleo.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
You fucking bitch!
Crazy old woman.
Sí?
Kleo, you're alive.
Respect.
Ramona.
We should meet.
El Buitre Bar.
I'll be waiting for you.
Jorge?
Shit.
Jorge!
Where is Kleo?
Watch out!
- Where did this guy come from?
- Fuck!
What happened here? Help!
- Help! Police! Help!
- Fuck!
Help! Please!
Oh, fuck!
Come, we need to get out of here.
- Fast. The police will be here any minute.
- Oh, God. Help! Police!
- What happened to your neck?
- Ramona's here.
What?
We're meeting in the El Buitre Bar.
Go to her hotel.
The Carrera.
People from the Firm always stay there.
Look for clues about the suitcase.
Then come to the bar.
Hello, sir.
It's a beautiful day outside, right?
Yes, I guess so.
Yeah. Listen, a friend of mine forgot
something important in her room,
and she wants me to get it for her.
The name is Ramona Brandt.
- Okay, what room, sir?
- It's 43.
Thirty-four, I mean.
No, wait. I forgot.
You need to look it up, yeah?
So do you want me to let a stranger
into a room of one of our guests?
Yeah, that's stupid, right?
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's make it official then.
I work for the German intelligence.
I'm on a highly classified mission,
and I need full access
to this apartment right now.
Can I see your ID again, por favor?
No.
Okay.
Okay.
I like your watch.
Have a seat.
Nice shoes.
Oh, thanks.
Very elegant, no?
They're the only ones that fit right now.
I've got so much water in my legs.
What's more,
I need to piss all the time.
You know, pregnancy puts quite
a strain on your body.
Ooh.
That's a touchy subject for you, right?
I'm sorry.
Where's the suitcase?
Do you know
the Russian legend about the rusalka?
No.
In Russia, they say that
a young girl
who dies an impure death
turns into a rusalka, yeah?
A water spirit.
- A rusalka is often
- angry and evil.
She kidnaps newborn babies
and drowns young men in the river.
But sometimes, the opposite is true.
Then the rusalka helps women spin wool
or looks after their babies.
And? What else?
What kind of rusalka are you?
Evil and destructive
because someone made you suffer?
Or good and helpful
because you'd like
to prevent more suffering?
Because you could prevent a lot
of suffering if you chose the right side.
So,
what's right and what's wrong?
Hmm?
Ramona?
I love that story.
Mmm.
Pity.
I had hoped you would also.
Coffee?
Two coffees, please.
Excuse me for a moment, needs must.
Thanks.
Mmm.
Good effort.
What might be in it? TTX?
Wow, Kleo. Not bad.
Where is the suitcase?
I can't tell you, and you know that.
You should fly home.
Or go to Valparaiso, by the sea.
You ever been to the seaside?
What are you going to do? Shoot me?
- I'm pregnant.
- Mmm.
Kleo, did you know
that TTX also works as a contact poison?
The smallest wound is enough,
like the one on your finger.
She'll be dead in half an hour.
It'll look like she had a stroke.
Don't worry.
I need to go
and pick up something quickly.
I should be home for dinner.
Fuck.
Shit! Shit!
Shit. Kleo! Kleo!
Kleo! Wake up. Kleo, what happened?
What happened? Were you shot? Kleo?
Sir? Sir?
- Sorry, señor. Wh Wh
- What happened to her?
No, no, no, please, please, don't shoot.
Kleo, wake up! Wake up!
- Okay, talk to me. What happened?
- Poison.
Poison? You were poisoned. Yeah?
Were you poisoned? What do we need to get?
pamine.
- Again. Again, again, again, again.
- Dopamine.
Dopamine? Dopamine?
We'll get dopamine then.
Where do we get dopamine?
- Hotel.
- The hotel?
Shit.
Kleo? Kleo, where's the dopamine?
Where's the dopamine?
This is
Ah! Ah!
Dopamine! I've got it.
Okay.
Okay.
Please wake up.
Kleo? Kleo, Kleo. Are you okay?
Are you back? Are you back?
I thought I'd lost you.
Shit.
Sven?
Mmm.
Where's the suitcase?
This was in her room.
I hope we're not too late.
Ramona!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Shit, shit, shit. She's following us.
- Step on it!
- Oh, come on.
- I'm going as fast as I fucking can here!
- You need to turn the wheel!
She's getting closer.
- You need to go faster!
- My foot's to the floor!
- My foot's to the floor!
- Drive, Sven!
I'm stepping on it!
My foot's to the floor!
I'm not fucking cut out for this. Yeah?
Come on!
Shit!
Fuck, Sven!
Are you hurt?
I I don't know.
I I don't think so.
- Ramona.
- Are you okay?
Get out, get out, get out!
We need We need to get out!
We need to get out fast!
Fuck, her water broke.
- Shit.
- Shit.
Seriously? She's having her baby now?
We're delivering the baby.
What?
Get help.
Is there anything else?
Push, push, push! It's coming!
It's coming!
Hola!
We have a problemo. Come down.
Please come down.
It's a girl.
I'm sure she already has a name, right?
Liliane.
Like the flower.
Here?
Here.
Good.
Okay, but be careful.
Ah.
What Ah.
- Is that
- Here!
That is the red suitcase?
- Catch.
- Wait. No, no, don't throw it.
Honecker?
President Reagan?
What is this?
Why are they wearing cowboy hats?
This is crazy.
So, what is this?
It must be some kind of pact.
A secret agreement.
Reagan financed the GDR
and kept it alive with dollars.
Bypassing Congress, it seems.
The GDR had a secret alliance.
Kleo, if this comes out
Hello, Kleo.
Margot Honecker?
There it is, the precious thing!
May I, please? Yes?
What?
What are you doing here?
I came for the case.
This is the proof, right?
This is the proof of the
Reagan-Honecker Pact.
But why would we
Wh Wh
None of this makes any sense at all.
The working class is not to blame.
It did its best,
and our beloved country
still ended up bankrupt.
Ronald Reagan had a problem with that too,
because without the GDR,
there was no Federal Republic of Germany,
and without the Federal Republic,
no more influence in Europe.
Only when you have
an external enemy
do you find inner strength.
What?
Reagan needed us as his bogeyman,
and we needed his money.
"You scratch my back,
and I'll scratch yours."
You worked hand in hand with the enemy?
Surely you understand
that the world must never find out.
Otherwise, the Americans, the Russians,
and ourselves will have a serious problem.
Wow, that's, um That's, uh
Unfortunately, that asshole Mielke got
his dirty little hands on the documents
and blackmailed my Erich with them.
And then the idiot lets someone
steal the suitcase, the stupid jerk.
Okay.
You come here, have a drink,
and think
we'll just hand you the suitcase?
Yes, I do.
Hmm.
Why should we?
Yeah, why?
Your mother.
Brigitte, isn't it?
She's not dead.
She's alive.
She didn't abandon you either,
like Otto always said.
He had her arrested, just like you.
The West paid for her release in '78.
I'm willing to tell you where she is
if you'll give me the suitcase.
No, no, no, no, Kleo.
No.
I've left the address
at the Hotel Carrera.
Kleo?
Gracias.
Yes, it's huge,
you understand, Jenny?
Not the suitcase itself but what's inside.
Jenny, do you know what it means?
I I don't quite understand
it all myself yet,
but German unity depends on it.
The whole Cold War could be over.
Everything and so much more.
But not if it ends up in the wrong hands.
And whose responsibility is that now?
Mine.
Sven, there really was a time
when I found your stories exciting, yeah,
but we have matured since then.
At least one of us has.
This isn't a story.
I'm not making this up.
- This is exactly what happened, Jenny.
- You're drunk again, right?
Hey, Sven,
you should get some sleep, okay?
What? No, wait! Hang on. Wait, will you?
Well?
What did he say?
Gibberish.
I'm worried.
He'll be all right.
Wine?
MIN SUN
FEDERAL INTELLIGENCE SERVICE
Kiss my ass.
I know where the red suitcase is.
This information comes at a price.
I want to see her again.
I want to know what she smells like.
That was actually the worst thing for me,
the day I could, mmm,
no longer remember her smell.
It's not just about what you want,
do you understand that?
This isn't just about you.
Kleo, I'm caught up in this
just as much as you are.
We went through all this together.
We were a team!
If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead.
But now you've got the adventure
you always wanted.
What's that got to do with it?
You've thrown away something
that could decide the fate
of absolutely millions of people
for your mother's fucking address!
Yeah. And?
What "and"? What "and"?
What you did was selfish.
- And it was incredibly dumb!
- You know what, Sven?
All my life, I've done
what people wanted me to do.
I've always just served that one cause.
This was the first decision
I've ever made for myself. The first.
Congratulations!
Your very first decision was shit.
And it wasn't just up to you to decide.
It wasn't just up to you to decide!
- End of story!
- I'd make the same decision every time.
Coming with me?
Yeah, what else can I do?
Nervous?
Yeah.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Sven?
- What?
What are you Sven, no!
No! No! No! No!
Stop it!
Asshole.
Go.
All right then.
Hello.
What do you want?
You live here?
Mmm Yeah.
Is your mum in?
Uh
Mum?
There's a woman here to see you.
Thanks very much.
Coming.
Here I am.
You cut your hair short.
Mmm.
I don't know what Otto told you.
The truth is,
I didn't agree
with my strict socialist upbringing.
I wanted a different GDR.
And so he reported me.
Betrayed me.
I've thought about you, Kleo.
Often.
It took me a lot of time and energy
to build all this here,
out of nothing.
This life.
Everything's fine the way it is.
Good.
Well?
She smelled like eggs in mustard sauce.
I'm sorry she sent you away.
Kleo?
Can I come in? I
I I don't have anywhere else to go.
Mm-hmm.
WE'LL MEET AGAIN ON THE OTHER SIDE
THILO
Sven.
Relax.
Mmm.
Mmm.
Are you okay?
I keep thinking about
how we can get the suitcase from Margot.
Maybe she doesn't have it anymore.
What do you mean?
Oh, I'm just rambling. Forget it.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing.
It was just a joke. Forget it.
Tell me.
I might have made sure
she didn't have the suitcase anymore.
Are you fucking with me?
You're a traitor.
I'm what?
You're a fucking traitor.
Enough of the Stasi rhetoric,
please, yeah?
I lost my job because of you.
- I lost my family because of you.
- Where's the suitcase?
I have killed people because of you.
And you just made a wrong decision,
which you're now regretting. Okay?
Stupid bastard!
As requested.
We thank you
on behalf of the United States of America.
Your people from the BND
won't be as pleased, I suppose.
Don't know, don't care.
My little soldier.
Fucking cunt!