Do you always travel
at such unusual hours
of the night?
I just hate crowds.
You make a joke.
Well... not a good one.
Come with me.
Take off your rucksack.
Put it on here.
Open it up.
Take off your clothes.
Huh?
Go in there and take off
your clothes.


Uh, th-that's all I got, really,
so can I get dressed now?
Do you know
that you are guilty
of serious crime?
What-What
are you talking about?
This is what
I'm talking about.
It's forbidden to bring
pornographic material
into the D.D.R.
- That's not pornography.
- Of course it is.
This pornographic material
will be confiscated.
Get dressed.
Your passport, please.
You have no visa
for the D.D.R.
What do you mean?
Your visa expired
four hours ago.
You have paid
for only one day.
But I'm leaving the D.D.R. Now.
But you are in the D.D.R.
You must have a visa
for the additional day.
Where do I get
this visa?
Window two.
Yes?
What?
What do you want?
L-I want a visa,
please.
For how long?
For one day.
Jesus.
Danke.

Wait!
Wait!
- Why are you in such a hurry
to leave the D.D.R.?
- What do you mean?
Your change...
from your visa.
Danke.
Wiedersehen.
Come on. Come on.
Hey. How you doin'?
Am I in West Berlin now?
You sure are.
Fuck you!
Good night.
I've been wantin' to do that
for the last six months.
Now we're talkin'.
God bless America.

Bitte schon?
How 'bout a Whopper?
No, make that a Double Whopper
with American cheese.
And large
American french fries,
and a great big
American chocolate shake.
Okay?
No sauerkraut.
No schnitzel.
Moore residence.
Hello.
Rosario, it's Jonathan.
Uh, Jonathan
no home.
No, no.
This is Jonathan.
Uh, Jonathan no home.
He's in, um... in Germany.
Rosario,
it's me, Jonathan.
Ah, Jonathan.
You sound so far away.
That's because I'm in Germany.
Are my parents home?
Uh, no, your parents no home.
Uh, they in Palm Springs.
Could you give 'em a message?
Could you tell 'em
I'm gonna be home soon?
Jonathan,
your parents no home.
Yeah. Okay.
Good talkin' to ya, Rosario.
Take care. Adios.

Sorry. She hasn't checked in.
Do I have any messages?
For Mr. Banicek?
Uh, no.
Actually, Mr. Moore.
Mr. Moore?
Yeah. Jonathan Moore.
"Message toJonathan Moore.
"Meet me at the Zitadelle
Spandau on the tower
at 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Love, Sasha."
Uh, what's the Zitadelle
de Spandau?
It's an old fortress
outside of Berlin
on the road to Hamburg.
I can take the bus there?
Yes, Mr. Banicek.
Okay. Thank you.
Holy shit.
Somebody broke
into my room.
Did you lock the door?
Yes, of course.
Well, I'm sorry.
You see the sign?
- Yeah, I see it,
but I don't understand it.
- The hotel is not responsible.
But they got everything.
All I've got is my passport,
camera and plane ticket.
They took my Travelers Cheques.
- You cannot pay for the room?
- I've got ten
East German marks.
D.D.R. Money is no good here.
You cannot pay, you cannot stay.
- You're kidding.
- I'm not kidding.

Come on.
What?
I don't know
what you're sayin'.
You American?
Yeah.
Come on. See beautiful girls.
Stage show, live. Video.
No, no thank you.
For ten deutsche marks,
you can see the most beautiful
girls in the world.
Let go of me!
Homo!
What?
Come on. Move along.
No sleeping
on public benches.

Jonathan?
Jonathan Moore?
You know me?
I'm a friend
of Sasha's.
Where is she?
She's supposed to be here.
I'm afraid she's in trouble.
What do you mean?
What happened to her?
Look, if she's in trouble,
you'd better tell me about it.
I think she will be all right,
but you could help me
make sure of it.
How?
She gave you something
in East Berlin.
No, she didn't.
You don't have
to lie to me, Jonathan.
I know she gave you something,
and it's very important
that you give it to me.
Why should I trust you?
Because I'm the only one
who can help Sasha.