The Little Drummer Girl (2018) s01e03 Episode Script
Episode 3
1 [CAR RADIO PLAYS.]
[MUSIC VOLUME RISES.]
[TRACK SKIPS BACKWARDS.]
I ask you to do this, Charlie.
For me.
For love.
For our great revolution.
What? What happens when I get there? You will drop off the car at Salzburg Train Station.
Place the keys in the exhaust and walk away.
And then? And then my people will seek you out.
Show me.
I need to see it.
Don't worry, it won't actually be used to blow anyone up.
Semtex is popular because itâs stable.
But I wouldn't light a cigarette in there.
Greek drachma, Yugoslavian dinar, Austrian schilling, Deutsche Mark.
I will take you to the first border.
As close as we can get.
Marty said.
Taking me to the border wasn't part of the plan, was it? The Yugoslav border shouldnât prove difficult.
Now, the Austrian border, thatâs more serious.
Stay alert.
Show them no nerves.
And since you don't keep a diary, we've decided to keep one for you.
You have a habit of chewing your pencils when youâre thinking.
This is completely normal.
And we wrote to one another dozens of letters arranging our meeting in Greece.
Where are they? I do not permit you to carry them with you.
Shame.
I could've done with a saucy read.
You have kept them in a safe place in your home.
I asked you where might be best to hide them.
And I said, inside the pocket of the case of my first guitar.
A gift from my dad.
[MUSIC: THA SOU KANO KAPSONAKI BY LISA DIAMANTI.]
[SHE CHUCKLES.]
He tricked me.
I thought I broke him.
He lied about Salzburg.
He could lie again.
Heâs clever.
So what do we do now? My name is Martin Kurtz.
'Kurtz' is sounding like the word 'short' in German as Iâm sure you know.
My friends used to call me Short-fuse Marty.
Mm.
Anna Witgen travelled to Salzburg on her way to deliver your brother's latest bomb.
Always a second plan, never the same place twice.
Isn't that your method? Maybe there is more of Khalil in you than I thought.
Your people were forced into the wilderness.
Deprived of their homes, left to suffer in the camps.
Did they do this to you in the camp in Jordan? [GRUNTS.]
I grew up in a camp myself.
A long time ago.
I know how it feels.
Then you are worse than any of them.
Mm.
Perhaps.
But you You are not made for this fight, Salim.
A red Mercedes with a blonde bombshell in the passenger seat, fine.
Not the bomb.
Now, when I realised you lied about the drop that made me angry.
But then I recognised something and I laughed.
We have been lying to you.
Come here.
I have something to show you.
It's OK.
The photo of Khalil.
It was pieced together using pictures of your family and of you by the talented Mr Schwilli.
The rest of the team you've met.
Your receipts, your collection of matchbooks.
We found it very helpful.
You are in Munich.
You have been here for two days.
Why? Why are you showing me this? Life, Salim.
Where are you taking that car? When I first came to Europe do you know what surprised me the most? Nobody cares.
Nobody cares.
Enough bloodshed, Salim.
There, uh There is no location set.
I decide it.
Thank you.
A square, in Austria.
Good vantage points, good cover.
A train ride from here so Charlie's never alone for too long.
And light tourism, too.
We don't want any collateral.
Salim is honest now.
[SHE SINGS ALONG TO CAR RADIO.]
[MUSIC: UFO BY TESKA INDUSTRIJA.]
There has been a slight change of location.
Instead of Salzburg.
we wish to move our work to Well if you want me to be of use to you, Herr Schulmann, I have to be of more use to Cologne, as you promised.
If I were you I'd keep my eyes on the roads of Southern Germany in the coming week.
I have a feeling, a little gift might light up your investigation sooner than you think.
Is this an operation? Sometimes we must take our victories, Paul.
Not question them.
[LIGHTER CLICKS ON.]
[LIGHTER BANGS HEAVILY.]
Charlie! Bloody hell, what are you doing here? Oh, my God! What are you? How fantastic to see you! - Long way from Greece.
- Yeah, long way.
Where are you heading to? Did you ever make it to Delphi? Yeah, we did.
We did actually.
It was really nice.
Have you never played this game before? Oh, piss off! Are you still headed to Salzburg, by the way? I heard itâs deadly dull off-season.
Well, you were the one who suggested it.
Should I go somewhere else? Kleinalm is pretty.
Nice cafés.
Lovely square.
You know that old man in Greece? Did he really have a wife? Did she jump or was she pushed? Jumped.
- Sir.
- I need to send a telegram.
I decide it.
I send a telegram to my lawyers in Zurich.
- Twice.
- Send it twice.
Once now and once in the morning.
After rush hour, the traffic drops down to its minimum.
Thatâs our golden hour.
So far so good? It isnât bad.
It's nothing till she delivers the car.
Gadi says she will deliver and, if Gadi says so, I believe him.
OK.
But of course youâre right.
The drop-off is the thing.
You have enough people for Gutigplatz? This is your moment, Shimon.
You tell me what you need, you shall have it.
Shit, shit, shit.
I-I-I've quit.
[HE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
Do you speak English? Sorry Step out of the vehicle.
Licence and passport.
Right.
Shit.
I thought you gave up? Iâm a terrible quitter.
Awful.
You are nervous? Er This is very serious, madam.
This amount, it It would kill all of us, not just you.
Smuggling moonshine is double illegal.
We keep this here.
Just this once.
Sorry.
Sheâs made the cross.
Sheâs here.
Focus now.
[SHE SIGHS HEAVILY.]
[SHE EXHALES.]
Ah, one slivovitz, please.
Ein slivovitz.
[SHE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
Um, Iâm sorry, I, er I d I don't have any Austrian money.
I only have pounds.
[SHE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
[HE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
- Danke.
- OK.
Thank you, Father.
That couldâve really blown up.
Sheâs on the move.
Train station, please.
Sheâs asked for the train station.
Where the hell are you going? You'll be fine.
Focus on the car only.
Iâm staying with Charlie.
No, that wasn't the plan.
She'll need me.
But Marty said.
.
Shimon Marty said I was in charge of this operation.
- Shimon - What? Heâs turned his radio off.
Great.
Shimon! Check this out.
[TYRES SCREECH.]
Look.
Contact.
Too fast, surely? Flash bastard could get picked up by the police.
Sit tight, please.
Thatâs Anna Witgen.
The rider will be keeping watch.
Hold position until she gets the key out of the exhaust.
They have another key.
Two telegrams, two keys, of course.
Keep your eyes on the car.
- Thatâs Rossino.
- Who? A petty little left-wing journalist.
Weâve been sniffing him out since Milan but we can never prove a connection to Khalil's network.
That just changed.
Welcome to the fight, Mr Rossino.
[ENGINE REVS.]
Shall we split up? They've gone in opposite directions.
Focus on the car only.
Shall I follow him at least? We can't just let him go.
No, we need everyone on that car.
Easy, easy.
Don't scare her off.
[RADIO.]
: Sheâs slowing down.
[RADIO.]
: Sheâs pulling over to the side of the road.
Keep going, keep going.
Sheâs checking the cargo.
Turn your car around.
Weâll get her as soon as she's called this in.
Let's move, let's move! [ENGINE REVS.]
[TYRES SCREECH.]
[SHOUTING.]
Hold her! [SCREAMING.]
Catch her! Catch her! [SCREAMING.]
Do it! Do it! [SCREAMING.]
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go, let's go.
[CHURCH BELLS RING FAINTLY.]
I did all right, didnât I? Marty says youâre a star.
He wants to thank you in person tomorrow.
And what about you? Do you want to thank me in person? I enjoyed it.
I loved it.
Is that what happens? It gets addictive? If youâre the type.
Are you? Why did you tell me about the explosives? When I got in the car? One question at a time.
Because you are the type.
You said you would try to lie to me as little as possible.
You wanted me to say no, didnât you? Is it wrong, Gadi? What weâre doing? Or were you trying to help me for another reason? You should run a bath.
You need to relax.
All right.
But don't fall asleep whilst Iâm in it.
Because Iâm going to drink myself stupid.
I heard room service.
Make me a drink.
After tonight, you don't know when youâll see me again.
Youâre going home.
Leaves the audience wanting more.
Uncertainty is the way we live.
Every night together can be our last.
Then we'd better make the most of it.
Your drink's ready.
Charlie? Our best, best girl.
Now, from now on, we won't be writing the play.
Now the play has to come to you, in England.
Oh, Iâm booked on a job as, "As You Like It.
" And before you go, there is someone we think you should meet.
In a way, you are already well acquainted.
When I was 11 I crouched in a home-made shelter, while the Jordanians poured rockets into our camp.
Michel What did you do to him? He is sedated.
Thatâs all.
We haven't touched a hair on his pretty head.
Come on, Charlie.
This is important for your role.
- What's in that thing? - Never mind.
[SCREAMING.]
Birthmark.
Scar.
Scar.
Scars.
So the fiction becomes truth.
Go on.
Theyâll question you, Charlie.
You need to know every inch.
Thatâs enough.
I said, "Thatâs enough.
" Now put some clothes on him.
What did you expect? I know that was difficult, Charlie.
It's cruel.
You should save your sympathy for the innocent.
Heâs a child! He killed a child! Your British government promised Palestine to the Arabs and to the Jews.
Thatâs when all this started.
What's that got to do with me? Being naive does not absolve you.
Yes, it does! Yes, it does! You can't have it both ways.
Victim one day, tyrant the next.
An actress one day, a moralist the next? How do you live with it, Gadi? The guilt.
What? Where are you taking me? We remember.
Never call me Gadi again.
These are photocopies of his letters to you.
You kept the originals in your flat.
Mine to him? Yes.
Bit desperate.
Charlie the romancer.
Charlie the penitent.
Charlie the hard-nosed bitch.
Thank you, Jose.
If you could just lend me that gun of yours and I'll just pop outside and shoot myself.
Youâre in love.
You need to write these out in your own handwriting.
Let the thoughts become yours.
You really think theyâll come for me? Yes.
What about Michel? If you hold him in there for too long, theyâll know some thing's up.
Won't they? You need to let him go.
Or at least put him on trial.
Heâll be accounted for.
Each letter a different pen.
I am waiting.
Hungry.
I am alone without you.
This grey city is a tomb.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
Thoughts of your body burn inside me.
God.
I want you to tear me apart.
To piece me back together.
Make me a new face.
A new body.
Make me another soul.
As you said our bodies and bloods will be mixed.
This thought is all that can sustain me through these hollow nights of yearning.
The balm to the ache of your absence.
My love.
I would have it that we would be Charlie, Charlie Charlie Charlie Charlie Our bodies and bloods will be mixed.
Youâre going home, Charlie.
Tomorrow.
Thatâs where theyâll come for you.
The psychopath admits Hi, Gadi.
The psychopath admits Bad Godesberg.
She half admits Zurich.
Has she given any names? Her own.
She refuses to give a first name.
It makes no sense.
Michel took her on a few trips in his car.
Taught her how to shoot a gun in some woods.
And a few other details that can help us with the fiction.
Miss Bach is working on it now.
No knowledge of Khalil? Sheâs insane, Marty.
Hurt her, she acts like she enjoys it.
Stop hurting her, she regains her strength and gives us nothing.
So we hurt girls too these days, huh? Youâre the expert.
Should I make her fall in love with me, Gadi? So she doesnât notice the pain? Pshh Does it play, Gadi? Yeah, it plays.
Rossino delivers her to the square where she picks up the Mercedes from Charlie.
It's all true.
Then she drives it towards Munich and meets Michel on the way.
Untrue, but weâre the only people who know that.
So right now they're screwing each other senseless somewhere in the countryside, lost to the world.
Lost to the world.
Well, that will also be true.
My hometown, Al Khalil, the Jews call it Hebron.
Hebron is one of the only places from which the Jews were never exiled.
It is therefore possible that.
Jewish blood flows in my veins.
Yet I am not ashamed.
I Did I tell you that my.
father admired the Jews? I He believed we should I make a common society.
Wanted to summon the neighbouring Jews to our village, to speak with them.
The Zionists will tell you that we had no culture.
They will say we lived in mud huts and went about in stinking rags.
But we are decent people.
Can you believe me, Charlie? Charlie, I told you I know I know, you're closing early.
Coming.
[SHE COUGHS.]
Can you keep the ladies lights on? Don't want me pissing on the floor.
Thereâs coffee.
Of a kind.
Damn it! Stop staring at me, Gadi.
Am I that pretty? Do we have to go this far? I know.
I know.
But There is no other way.
Marty said so.
You can see another option, huh? You're sure you considered every possible option? Made every possible promise.
No, innocents.
That is what I promised you, Gadi.
No innocent people.
- I misheard.
- Yes, you misheard.
Like always.
We have another player, confirmed, Rossino.
That is another step closer to Khalil.
Charlie is in place.
What can you not see here!? The surgeon.
You remember at the Munich Olympics? When the German police voted among themselves, too.
They chose to abandon their rescue operation Because it was too dangerous.
What would you have me do? you should ask for your money back.
Switch them.
What? You said Anna was a psychopath.
If thereâs an accident, having her behind the wheel will play into their imaginations.
Salim is a steady driver.
You are mine, and I am yours, Charlie.
You are my soldier.
Together we will put the match to the fuse.
For us there is no law, except the law that is born each day under fire.
Weâre moving out.
Good.
[ENGINE REVS.]
Acts of violence cannot be criminal, when they are carried out in opposition to a criminal state.
If the Israelis bomb our villages with fighter jets, and we have not a single plane.
If they send tanks when we have only our fists? When nobody cares, what else can we do? But terror.
For terror is theatre.
And sometimes, the world has to be lifted up by its neck.
Before it will listen to Justice.
Terror.
Did I say terror? For terror is theatre.
You remember what I said about my father? In order to welcome his Jewish visitors, he kept the coffee in the village guesthouse hot for them all hours of the day.
But when the Zionists finally came, They attacked.
My grandfather had to sell his horse to buy a gun, to protect his family.
They shot him with that very same gun.
I will always love you, my Joan.
For now, our bodies and our bloods are mixed.
[MUSIC VOLUME RISES.]
[TRACK SKIPS BACKWARDS.]
I ask you to do this, Charlie.
For me.
For love.
For our great revolution.
What? What happens when I get there? You will drop off the car at Salzburg Train Station.
Place the keys in the exhaust and walk away.
And then? And then my people will seek you out.
Show me.
I need to see it.
Don't worry, it won't actually be used to blow anyone up.
Semtex is popular because itâs stable.
But I wouldn't light a cigarette in there.
Greek drachma, Yugoslavian dinar, Austrian schilling, Deutsche Mark.
I will take you to the first border.
As close as we can get.
Marty said.
Taking me to the border wasn't part of the plan, was it? The Yugoslav border shouldnât prove difficult.
Now, the Austrian border, thatâs more serious.
Stay alert.
Show them no nerves.
And since you don't keep a diary, we've decided to keep one for you.
You have a habit of chewing your pencils when youâre thinking.
This is completely normal.
And we wrote to one another dozens of letters arranging our meeting in Greece.
Where are they? I do not permit you to carry them with you.
Shame.
I could've done with a saucy read.
You have kept them in a safe place in your home.
I asked you where might be best to hide them.
And I said, inside the pocket of the case of my first guitar.
A gift from my dad.
[MUSIC: THA SOU KANO KAPSONAKI BY LISA DIAMANTI.]
[SHE CHUCKLES.]
He tricked me.
I thought I broke him.
He lied about Salzburg.
He could lie again.
Heâs clever.
So what do we do now? My name is Martin Kurtz.
'Kurtz' is sounding like the word 'short' in German as Iâm sure you know.
My friends used to call me Short-fuse Marty.
Mm.
Anna Witgen travelled to Salzburg on her way to deliver your brother's latest bomb.
Always a second plan, never the same place twice.
Isn't that your method? Maybe there is more of Khalil in you than I thought.
Your people were forced into the wilderness.
Deprived of their homes, left to suffer in the camps.
Did they do this to you in the camp in Jordan? [GRUNTS.]
I grew up in a camp myself.
A long time ago.
I know how it feels.
Then you are worse than any of them.
Mm.
Perhaps.
But you You are not made for this fight, Salim.
A red Mercedes with a blonde bombshell in the passenger seat, fine.
Not the bomb.
Now, when I realised you lied about the drop that made me angry.
But then I recognised something and I laughed.
We have been lying to you.
Come here.
I have something to show you.
It's OK.
The photo of Khalil.
It was pieced together using pictures of your family and of you by the talented Mr Schwilli.
The rest of the team you've met.
Your receipts, your collection of matchbooks.
We found it very helpful.
You are in Munich.
You have been here for two days.
Why? Why are you showing me this? Life, Salim.
Where are you taking that car? When I first came to Europe do you know what surprised me the most? Nobody cares.
Nobody cares.
Enough bloodshed, Salim.
There, uh There is no location set.
I decide it.
Thank you.
A square, in Austria.
Good vantage points, good cover.
A train ride from here so Charlie's never alone for too long.
And light tourism, too.
We don't want any collateral.
Salim is honest now.
[SHE SINGS ALONG TO CAR RADIO.]
[MUSIC: UFO BY TESKA INDUSTRIJA.]
There has been a slight change of location.
Instead of Salzburg.
we wish to move our work to Well if you want me to be of use to you, Herr Schulmann, I have to be of more use to Cologne, as you promised.
If I were you I'd keep my eyes on the roads of Southern Germany in the coming week.
I have a feeling, a little gift might light up your investigation sooner than you think.
Is this an operation? Sometimes we must take our victories, Paul.
Not question them.
[LIGHTER CLICKS ON.]
[LIGHTER BANGS HEAVILY.]
Charlie! Bloody hell, what are you doing here? Oh, my God! What are you? How fantastic to see you! - Long way from Greece.
- Yeah, long way.
Where are you heading to? Did you ever make it to Delphi? Yeah, we did.
We did actually.
It was really nice.
Have you never played this game before? Oh, piss off! Are you still headed to Salzburg, by the way? I heard itâs deadly dull off-season.
Well, you were the one who suggested it.
Should I go somewhere else? Kleinalm is pretty.
Nice cafés.
Lovely square.
You know that old man in Greece? Did he really have a wife? Did she jump or was she pushed? Jumped.
- Sir.
- I need to send a telegram.
I decide it.
I send a telegram to my lawyers in Zurich.
- Twice.
- Send it twice.
Once now and once in the morning.
After rush hour, the traffic drops down to its minimum.
Thatâs our golden hour.
So far so good? It isnât bad.
It's nothing till she delivers the car.
Gadi says she will deliver and, if Gadi says so, I believe him.
OK.
But of course youâre right.
The drop-off is the thing.
You have enough people for Gutigplatz? This is your moment, Shimon.
You tell me what you need, you shall have it.
Shit, shit, shit.
I-I-I've quit.
[HE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
Do you speak English? Sorry Step out of the vehicle.
Licence and passport.
Right.
Shit.
I thought you gave up? Iâm a terrible quitter.
Awful.
You are nervous? Er This is very serious, madam.
This amount, it It would kill all of us, not just you.
Smuggling moonshine is double illegal.
We keep this here.
Just this once.
Sorry.
Sheâs made the cross.
Sheâs here.
Focus now.
[SHE SIGHS HEAVILY.]
[SHE EXHALES.]
Ah, one slivovitz, please.
Ein slivovitz.
[SHE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
Um, Iâm sorry, I, er I d I don't have any Austrian money.
I only have pounds.
[SHE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
[HE SPEAKS IN GERMAN.]
- Danke.
- OK.
Thank you, Father.
That couldâve really blown up.
Sheâs on the move.
Train station, please.
Sheâs asked for the train station.
Where the hell are you going? You'll be fine.
Focus on the car only.
Iâm staying with Charlie.
No, that wasn't the plan.
She'll need me.
But Marty said.
.
Shimon Marty said I was in charge of this operation.
- Shimon - What? Heâs turned his radio off.
Great.
Shimon! Check this out.
[TYRES SCREECH.]
Look.
Contact.
Too fast, surely? Flash bastard could get picked up by the police.
Sit tight, please.
Thatâs Anna Witgen.
The rider will be keeping watch.
Hold position until she gets the key out of the exhaust.
They have another key.
Two telegrams, two keys, of course.
Keep your eyes on the car.
- Thatâs Rossino.
- Who? A petty little left-wing journalist.
Weâve been sniffing him out since Milan but we can never prove a connection to Khalil's network.
That just changed.
Welcome to the fight, Mr Rossino.
[ENGINE REVS.]
Shall we split up? They've gone in opposite directions.
Focus on the car only.
Shall I follow him at least? We can't just let him go.
No, we need everyone on that car.
Easy, easy.
Don't scare her off.
[RADIO.]
: Sheâs slowing down.
[RADIO.]
: Sheâs pulling over to the side of the road.
Keep going, keep going.
Sheâs checking the cargo.
Turn your car around.
Weâll get her as soon as she's called this in.
Let's move, let's move! [ENGINE REVS.]
[TYRES SCREECH.]
[SHOUTING.]
Hold her! [SCREAMING.]
Catch her! Catch her! [SCREAMING.]
Do it! Do it! [SCREAMING.]
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go, let's go.
[CHURCH BELLS RING FAINTLY.]
I did all right, didnât I? Marty says youâre a star.
He wants to thank you in person tomorrow.
And what about you? Do you want to thank me in person? I enjoyed it.
I loved it.
Is that what happens? It gets addictive? If youâre the type.
Are you? Why did you tell me about the explosives? When I got in the car? One question at a time.
Because you are the type.
You said you would try to lie to me as little as possible.
You wanted me to say no, didnât you? Is it wrong, Gadi? What weâre doing? Or were you trying to help me for another reason? You should run a bath.
You need to relax.
All right.
But don't fall asleep whilst Iâm in it.
Because Iâm going to drink myself stupid.
I heard room service.
Make me a drink.
After tonight, you don't know when youâll see me again.
Youâre going home.
Leaves the audience wanting more.
Uncertainty is the way we live.
Every night together can be our last.
Then we'd better make the most of it.
Your drink's ready.
Charlie? Our best, best girl.
Now, from now on, we won't be writing the play.
Now the play has to come to you, in England.
Oh, Iâm booked on a job as, "As You Like It.
" And before you go, there is someone we think you should meet.
In a way, you are already well acquainted.
When I was 11 I crouched in a home-made shelter, while the Jordanians poured rockets into our camp.
Michel What did you do to him? He is sedated.
Thatâs all.
We haven't touched a hair on his pretty head.
Come on, Charlie.
This is important for your role.
- What's in that thing? - Never mind.
[SCREAMING.]
Birthmark.
Scar.
Scar.
Scars.
So the fiction becomes truth.
Go on.
Theyâll question you, Charlie.
You need to know every inch.
Thatâs enough.
I said, "Thatâs enough.
" Now put some clothes on him.
What did you expect? I know that was difficult, Charlie.
It's cruel.
You should save your sympathy for the innocent.
Heâs a child! He killed a child! Your British government promised Palestine to the Arabs and to the Jews.
Thatâs when all this started.
What's that got to do with me? Being naive does not absolve you.
Yes, it does! Yes, it does! You can't have it both ways.
Victim one day, tyrant the next.
An actress one day, a moralist the next? How do you live with it, Gadi? The guilt.
What? Where are you taking me? We remember.
Never call me Gadi again.
These are photocopies of his letters to you.
You kept the originals in your flat.
Mine to him? Yes.
Bit desperate.
Charlie the romancer.
Charlie the penitent.
Charlie the hard-nosed bitch.
Thank you, Jose.
If you could just lend me that gun of yours and I'll just pop outside and shoot myself.
Youâre in love.
You need to write these out in your own handwriting.
Let the thoughts become yours.
You really think theyâll come for me? Yes.
What about Michel? If you hold him in there for too long, theyâll know some thing's up.
Won't they? You need to let him go.
Or at least put him on trial.
Heâll be accounted for.
Each letter a different pen.
I am waiting.
Hungry.
I am alone without you.
This grey city is a tomb.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
Thoughts of your body burn inside me.
God.
I want you to tear me apart.
To piece me back together.
Make me a new face.
A new body.
Make me another soul.
As you said our bodies and bloods will be mixed.
This thought is all that can sustain me through these hollow nights of yearning.
The balm to the ache of your absence.
My love.
I would have it that we would be Charlie, Charlie Charlie Charlie Charlie Our bodies and bloods will be mixed.
Youâre going home, Charlie.
Tomorrow.
Thatâs where theyâll come for you.
The psychopath admits Hi, Gadi.
The psychopath admits Bad Godesberg.
She half admits Zurich.
Has she given any names? Her own.
She refuses to give a first name.
It makes no sense.
Michel took her on a few trips in his car.
Taught her how to shoot a gun in some woods.
And a few other details that can help us with the fiction.
Miss Bach is working on it now.
No knowledge of Khalil? Sheâs insane, Marty.
Hurt her, she acts like she enjoys it.
Stop hurting her, she regains her strength and gives us nothing.
So we hurt girls too these days, huh? Youâre the expert.
Should I make her fall in love with me, Gadi? So she doesnât notice the pain? Pshh Does it play, Gadi? Yeah, it plays.
Rossino delivers her to the square where she picks up the Mercedes from Charlie.
It's all true.
Then she drives it towards Munich and meets Michel on the way.
Untrue, but weâre the only people who know that.
So right now they're screwing each other senseless somewhere in the countryside, lost to the world.
Lost to the world.
Well, that will also be true.
My hometown, Al Khalil, the Jews call it Hebron.
Hebron is one of the only places from which the Jews were never exiled.
It is therefore possible that.
Jewish blood flows in my veins.
Yet I am not ashamed.
I Did I tell you that my.
father admired the Jews? I He believed we should I make a common society.
Wanted to summon the neighbouring Jews to our village, to speak with them.
The Zionists will tell you that we had no culture.
They will say we lived in mud huts and went about in stinking rags.
But we are decent people.
Can you believe me, Charlie? Charlie, I told you I know I know, you're closing early.
Coming.
[SHE COUGHS.]
Can you keep the ladies lights on? Don't want me pissing on the floor.
Thereâs coffee.
Of a kind.
Damn it! Stop staring at me, Gadi.
Am I that pretty? Do we have to go this far? I know.
I know.
But There is no other way.
Marty said so.
You can see another option, huh? You're sure you considered every possible option? Made every possible promise.
No, innocents.
That is what I promised you, Gadi.
No innocent people.
- I misheard.
- Yes, you misheard.
Like always.
We have another player, confirmed, Rossino.
That is another step closer to Khalil.
Charlie is in place.
What can you not see here!? The surgeon.
You remember at the Munich Olympics? When the German police voted among themselves, too.
They chose to abandon their rescue operation Because it was too dangerous.
What would you have me do? you should ask for your money back.
Switch them.
What? You said Anna was a psychopath.
If thereâs an accident, having her behind the wheel will play into their imaginations.
Salim is a steady driver.
You are mine, and I am yours, Charlie.
You are my soldier.
Together we will put the match to the fuse.
For us there is no law, except the law that is born each day under fire.
Weâre moving out.
Good.
[ENGINE REVS.]
Acts of violence cannot be criminal, when they are carried out in opposition to a criminal state.
If the Israelis bomb our villages with fighter jets, and we have not a single plane.
If they send tanks when we have only our fists? When nobody cares, what else can we do? But terror.
For terror is theatre.
And sometimes, the world has to be lifted up by its neck.
Before it will listen to Justice.
Terror.
Did I say terror? For terror is theatre.
You remember what I said about my father? In order to welcome his Jewish visitors, he kept the coffee in the village guesthouse hot for them all hours of the day.
But when the Zionists finally came, They attacked.
My grandfather had to sell his horse to buy a gun, to protect his family.
They shot him with that very same gun.
I will always love you, my Joan.
For now, our bodies and our bloods are mixed.