INT. OFFICE- NIGHT
Camera moves through the inside of a microphone. It zooms away from the microphone where we see a uniformed military officer sitting at his desk eating. It is snowing outside. The officer looks toward the window. A title card shows East Berlin, 1988. Someone knocks on the door.
OFFICER: ?
Someone is escorted in the office by a soldier. The soldier leaves.
OFFICER: ?
The person brought in nervously sits down. The officer folds the paper bag he was using and puts it in a drawer. He pulls out a folder from another drawer and goes through the contents in it. He turns on a tape recorder.
They are speaking German.
OFFICER: You are Yuri Gurka
JAKOB: No
Jakob sighs in relief.
JAKOB: My name is, thank goodness, Jakob Ungerleider. This is some misunderstanding.
OFFICER: You live at 349 HufelandstraBe.
JAKOB: Yes, sir.
Camera moves through the inside of a microphone. It zooms away from the microphone where we see a uniformed military officer sitting at his desk eating. It is snowing outside. The officer looks toward the window. A title card shows East Berlin, 1988. Someone knocks on the door.
OFFICER: ?
Someone is escorted in the office by a soldier. The soldier leaves.
OFFICER: ?
The person brought in nervously sits down. The officer folds the paper bag he was using and puts it in a drawer. He pulls out a folder from another drawer and goes through the contents in it. He turns on a tape recorder.
They are speaking German.
OFFICER: You are Yuri Gurka
JAKOB: No
Jakob sighs in relief.
JAKOB: My name is, thank goodness, Jakob Ungerleider. This is some misunderstanding.
OFFICER: You live at 349 HufelandstraBe.
JAKOB: Yes, sir.
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