Previously on "The Little Drummer Girl"...
When you showed me that boy Michel, did you know
you were going to murder him?
- Yes. - Why didn't you tell me?
We needed a genuine performance.
It will verify your story now.
Report upwards. You're in this fight
whether you like it or not.
- Boom! - She has crossed a line
- God straighted. - No, no, no, no, no, please!
- No! - So now the fiction and reality
become one.
Welcome, Charlie.
I am Fatmeh.
Salim was captured once by the Jordanians.
- And he was proud of it. - Why?
Because he was taken in with Khalil.
It was in the evening, he said.
A convoy of jeeps came into the camp
and they grabbed Khalil first, then Salim.
Then they beat Khalil down.
Took off his shoes and made Salim hold his feet
whilst they whipped them.
And?
And then they change over.
They whip me now.
My brother is holding me.
Our feet aren't feet any more.
They're unrecognizable.
He said you nursed them back to health.
You bathed their feet, read to them.
And then you made them plan new attacks.
Wait! Salma!
Wait!
Okay! Everybody, off the truck! Off the truck!
- Move, move! - Leave your stuff!
Off the truck! Women, this side!
Everybody, hurry up!
All white scum from the West, follow me!
We got no drugs.
No outside names.
No personal conversations.
And never, ever enter restricted-access areas.
I want two lines.
Looking at me, facing me.
Eyes on me. Everybody.
You, at the back, hurry up!
That's Captain Tayeh in the jeep.
He sets the rules of the camp.
If you break the rules, you will be executed.
Why has Rossino been in London?
Legal offices, a polytechnic, a synagogue, some houses.
- Targets? - They can't all be targets.
There's something else linking them.
Guess what?
The Valkyrie's back in town, too.
Our good friend Helga...
she met with Mesterbein yesterday.
But still no word on Charlie.
I'm sorry, everyone. It looks like we will be staying
in this dank little country a while longer.
My comrades, who are we?
We're the ones with no name.
Fire!
No uniform.
We are the grieving, outraged mother,
and we have come here to take up our dead father's fight.
Cease fire!
Comrade Leila.
Take aim!
Who taught you to shoot that way?
Two on the right!
Hands on your left!
I shoot with two hands!
- Two hands. - Louder!
Two hands!
We are the awakened militant who has wasted too long
on half-measures and now stands, sword in hand.
Fire!
We are you.
We are me.
We are the people.
You are here to become a weapon of the Palestinian cause.
Comrade!
Fire!
You will not indulge in carnal pleasures.
You will not ask questions about operations
that do not concern you.
Captain Tayeh is training you to be nothing.
To need nothing.
You are the armor-piercing shell that will break
the Western oppressor's heart.
This method gives one hour from the time we set it.
You must wind the hand back at the last possible moment.
There are some fools who get so excited
when the light bulb comes on that they forget.
Ding.
Thuck.
Boom.
Mesterbein's made the drop.
I said fire!
No, no, no!
No, no, no! I don't have to shoot.
I don't have to fire. I don't even have to...
Is everybody watching?
Yes.
So, Mesterbein posts this, then returns to Zurich.
It's an essay. But it's nonsensical.
Meaninglessness filled with meaning.
But who is it intended for?
The French observed the pickup in Lyon.
A factory worker.
She hasn't moved since.
She's not on their lists, or ours.
And what about our other two beauties?
Rossino's still in the UK,
and it looks like Helga's shacked up with him.
Isn't this handwriting familiar to you, Mr. Schwilli?
Michel's apartment.
One to Germany, one to France.
Who is communicating here?
Mesterbein, of course.
He wrote it.
Who created it?
If these are orders...
Then why isn't Rossino in France?
Forget it. Piss off.
It gets lonely around here.
I'm not lonely.
Well, you're gonna get lonely.
Hey.
What's your real name, Leila?
Read the rules, Comrade Abdul.
Shhh!
Hey, listen.
I... I, um... I-I just need something, okay?
I just need something.
They, well, they don't...
They don't know what to do with me.
I'm useless here... and, well,
I'm a risk outside, and, um... you see,
I've been here... I've been here
I've been here two years... two years,
and, um... I've heard things and... and seen things.
They're gonna kill me... any day now.
I mean, I-I don't... I don't ever eat too much food.
I don't... I don't even use the soap
in case I cost them too much.
Hey, hey. Shhhh.
You're doing really well here and... and...
and you'll be leaving soon.
And look, I worked out the map
coordinates to this place, yeah?
And they're...
333... 33/44/38.4 north.
33/25/17 east.
And, um, look, look, look, look, look.
All... All you've gotta do, um...
you just, you just...
you just drop a note to the US Embassy, okay?
And you just... you just say that, um, that Arthur...
Arthur A. Halloran, yeah?
He'd... He'd like... He'd like to come home and...
and pay his debt to society, okay?
Okay.
Yeah. My m... My mom would visit me in prison, I think.
I think w... she would. Now listen, listen.
Listen, her name... her name... her name is Janet.
What's yours? I mean, what's your name?
- Okay. Okay. - I mean, I told you my name.
- Come on, I told you my name. - Okay.
What's your... Okay. Okay.
Okay. Hey.
Hey.
It's okay. I'm sorry.
I went too far. I went too far.
It's been a really, really great night and, um,
a-and I'm... I'm sorry, and...
For all I know they sent you here to test me.
- Get out. Get out! - No.
- Get out, get out. - Shhhh! Shhhh!
Get out.
You know what the penalty for spying is?
Now, Tayeh's gonna love me!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! We got a spy! We got a spy!
- Hold it! - We got a traitor!
You see, I caught her spying, ladies and gentlemen.
She's a traitor.
I told you I was useful, man.
He's lying.
I only went in there to report him.
He tried to jump me last night.
The bullshit of Babylon, right there!
She came on to me.
- Okay? - Ha!
So I told her the rules.
Does anyone believe that?
As if I would seduce Comrade Abdul?
- Hey. Wait. - Yes.
Wait, wait, wait! Wait! Hey! Hey!
Why would you step in there without permission?
You know the penalty for spying is execution.
Yes, yes, yes!
Comrade Abdul broke the law.
No private conversations.
You are a liar.
Arthur A. Halloran!
That's his real name, right?
He told me that last night.
He asked that I go into an embassy
and say that he could betray us
and that his mother would visit him in prison.
And her name's Janet.
How would I know that if I were lying?
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
What? What? What?
Come on, man! Come on!
I just... I just...
I just told her that to get her to put out.
Tayeh, that's... that's all, man.
Come on.
Please.
Hey!
Pack your bag, comrade.
We've got something.
We counted the number of characters in each sentence
and applied that to the ASCII key code.
You get whole words.
"Défense" for the French postcard,
"Vergiss" for the German one.
Which translate to "defense" and "forget."
Progress.
But they're still meaningless.
What's he after here?
This isn't about killing for him.
It's about the show.
They're preparing Charlie for something.
For what?
Marty?
Bodies are still being counted,
but an Israeli journalist
attending the conference in Lyon today with his family
is believed to have been the main tar...
Ask the French if there was a wire doll.
We're fools!
Khalil has another cell.
Now, if you want a return on your investment...
So I'm the schmuck, the money-man.
Martin Kurtz is the talent!
We're getting closer!
Do you really think bombing a few camps
is going to stop him now?
They are bombing us, Marty!
Charlie is in Lebanon.
She is on the inside.
Where?
Well, then.
Wouldn't he expect a response to this attack?
And if it doesn't come, won't that make him suspicious?
I answer to the people, Marty. Not you.
Noah? It's Gadi. D...
Oui.
Thank you.
Salma!
Shukran.
- I'm Kareem. - Leila.
You can be Charlie here.
It is a rule of the camp that buildings
should not be permanent,
in case we forget where our true home is.
Shukran, Fatmeh.
- You're a doctor? - Yeah.
We have to be a little of everything here.
Sit.
We shall celebrate our fallen brothers.
They'll make you feel like you belong, Charlie.
You'll become ashamed of deceiving them.
You might even decide to tell them the truth.
But the second you do... they will turn on you.
Torture you.
Kill you.
I read your letters to him.
Your diary.
You do not love Salim.
You love his death.
They are the same thing now.
Yeah.
Maybe.
People in our world, Charlie,
they will be drawn to you...
because you can lie.
Because you have a pretty white face and a clean passport.
I brought you here because I want you to be true.
How was he... the last time you saw him?
Please?
Honestly?
Yeah.
He was vulnerable,
and he could barely move.
Why?
I see.
You and he had a fantastic night.
I understand.
We found a new postcard, Gadi.
We got it from Rossino's flat.
He collected it from a PO Box yesterday.
And now England.
_
What? Stop!
I'm trying.
Okay.
_
You find me funny, too, do you?
I'm trying.
No. No.
You are 'armalat alshahid.
We respect that.
What's... What's that?
Um, a-a martyr's widow.
We are, too, in a way.
Yasir and I.
And we're glad you have come.
How... How do you say, um,
"good... good luck, best wishes"?
Bin na jeh.
What? You told me to say that!
- What did I just say? - Bin na jeh.
Na jeh.
That's what I said, na jah.
- Na jeh. - Na jeh.
Well.
We all know what that means.
Charlie!
_
Salim!
- Salim! - Salim!
- Khalil! - Khalil!
Maram!
Maram, come down!
I can't...
Al Nakba.
Al Nakba! Al Nakba!
Five camps.
I am sorry.
The war of Independence, 1948.
What do they call it?
"The Catastrophe."
- Or... - "Disaster."
- Who started all this? - The British.
Now, Khalil isn't attacking people.
He's attacking ideas.
The theatre of the real.
He needs people's attention
because without an audience, there's nothing.
Khalil is a showman.
Helga, Rossino.
- They're in England. - Yes.
What about Charlie?
A British girl on British soil.
He won't be able to resist.
The other postcards broke down to two words,
"Defense" and "Forget."
And both victims were ideologues.
The journalist in Lyon, Rosen, he was set to give a speech.
"Défense Offensive."
"Défense."
Bad Godesberg.
Fineberg's uncle, the scholar...
He was writing about Germany, about the Holocaust.
W-W-What was the name of his new book?
- "Vergiss Nicht." - "Never forget."
So, to sum up.
First, the date... the word "Disaster" gives us Al Nakba.
The anniversary's on the 15th of May.
Second, the location...
the British are responsible for Al Nakba.
Britain.
The Israelis will strike back.
Without a response,
we are just a few Arabs in the dust.
Don't you understand?
For the Palestinians even to exist,
we must lift the world up by the neck.
Third, the target...
thinkers, so they wound us more deeply.
And when they strike back, we will strike back again,
and again, and again.
Yes.
The anniversary of Al Nakba is in three days' time.
We look for any event on the 15th...
anything that might tie to disaster,
catastrophe, independence, Al Nakba.
Anything even close!
Gadi, I want you to take another look
at the sites Rossino visited.
I am at the Polytechnic of Greater London.
An Israeli professor is holding a talk here
on the anniversary of Al Nakba.
The word "Disaster" is in the title of her lecture.
Why not have a flashing light and a siren, too?
Play nicely, Shimon.
It's our ball, but their court.
He's been looking forward to this, you know, sir.
Immensely.
This way, sir.
Mr. Raphael,
meet Captain Meadows.
Captain Meadows, meet Mr. Raphael.
From Tel Aviv.
An honor, sir, actually.
Fine moustache.
I knew a Raphael once.
Some shit-heap town in the Golan Heights.
You were probably just a kid back then.
Fighting with the Irgun, no doubt,
like your mucker Gavron.
Anton Mester-been.
Mesterbein.
He runs a legal practice out of Zurich,
from which he offers representation
to a variety of rather radical organizations.
Who's the woman?
Frau Astrid Berger, alias Edda Schmidt.
Currently going by Helga Stern.
No Mesterbein on the magic box, sir, sorry, not even a POI.
Well, we've moved on, Meadows.
Astrid Berger, Edda Schmidt, Helga Stern.
Your ignorance here is no reflection
on your excellent records department, Commander.
Until a short time ago,
we were also unaware of Mesterbein's dalliances.
What enlightened you?
Well, that one I know.
He's the genius who scored an own-goal
on the Munich autobahn, yes?
Same chap we pointed out to you at that poxy forum.
And we were very grateful, too.
Because since then, our sources have revealed
that all of these players are part of the same cell.
And now they're all holidaying in England?
Do you know anything about an English bird, Charmian Ross?
She was at that forum, too.
Last seen crossing all sorts of unfamiliar borders
in a car not dissimilar to that driven by
your toasty Arab friend there.
Now we have Mossad agents crawling all over London.
Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?
NRA on Berger, Stern, or Schmidt, either, Sir.
For God's sake, Meadows.
This picture was taken by a lucky chance in Greece.
She's definitely on our system, sir.
We know her from the forum, too.
I am proud of you, Meadows.
I think Mr. Raphael and I could do
with a breath of English fresh air.
Get all that from that kraut ninny Dr. Alexis, did you?
I am told he has been a most accommodating ally.
Yeah?
Funny.
The only Israeli he said he'd dealt with was a "Schulmann."
Had a little whippet, never caught the name.
Do you know any Schulmanns, Mr. Raphael?
You see, it's one thing to piss on my leg
and tell me that it's raining.
It's quite another to take a bloody great shit
all over me without the courtesy of a weather report.
Come off it.
Operation Mincemeat, we invented that.
Find a corpse, stuff it with disinformation,
leave it somewhere for the enemy to find.
I have a hunch, though, that you clever lot
have taken it one step further.
No dead meat to hand so you find yourselves
some nice fresh meat and bumf!
Blow it up in a Mercedes.
And now they've bitten.
I bet you're chuffed to the bullocks
with yourselves, aren't you?
Yeah.
On my desk, Williams, please.
I am ready.
Whenever you say.
We let them in?
And let them explode the bomb. Yes.
In my bloody country?
An attack you can control is better than one you concede.
Who says we conceded?
The Irish. The UVF.
Anyone who tries their luck.
You will be given full credit for any success we have.
Public acclaim.
Yeah, and all the crap when it goes wrong.
Go on, on you go. Chop, chop, chop.
chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!
Do you know, back in '47,
when I was still a junior,
we took in this little Israeli shit for questioning.
The same town in the Golan Heights.
A gang of kids had been taking pot shots at my men, you see.
And I was sure that this boy was a weak link,
sure he'd spill the names.
But the harder I pushed, the quieter he got.
Nearly broke my bloody hand.
But he didn't breathe a word.
Not one name.
When I let him go, I thought to myself,
"God, if I haven't made a little drummer boy right here,"
"ready to bang his gong into the next battle"
"they find for him, I don't know what I've done."
Half the kids in that town went on to become Irgun.
Bloody Zionist thugs.
Next year they marched into the Palestinian village
of Deir Yassin.
Most vicious slaughter I've ever seen.
Gadi was right, Marty.
It's Professor Minkel.
Rossino's locations were all hers.
Every one is on her itinerary.
He went to the library she's visiting,
the café she's holding interviews in.
They're looking for the best moment to approach.
Does anyone have an aspirin?
A woman fitting Charlie's description was seen boarding in
Beirut airport this morning.
The professor arrives at the university tomorrow
to scope out the lecture hall for the evening.
The pieces are falling into place.
How did she look?
They say strong.
British Airways is pleased to announce
the arrival of flight 794 from Paris.
It's funny.
I've only been gone a month...
And yet it feels like I've never been here in my life.
Imogen Baastrup?
If you are Afrikaans now, Charlie,
you must be a complete fascist.
I heard you were wonderful, you know.
Even Tayeh was impressed.
Have you met him?
Khalil?
No one meets him.
Just Tayeh... and his family.
Why don't you come to bed with Mario and me.
You need to relax so you can get a good sleep for tomorrow.
You sound like my mum.
You don't like your mother, Charlie?
Um, well, it's more her that's not too keen on me,
to be honest.
I'm tired, Helga.
Then we shall blow them all up.
These English you hate so much.
Yes?
Yeah, why not?
Why do you think we brought you back here, Charlie?
She seemed fine.
She looked cute, actually.
I think she's playing a character.
She's saying nothing because there is nothing to say.
Minkel's on her way.
- Drinks? - Yeah.
I'll get them.
That'll be £1.10.
Two Cokes, please.
Here's your coffee.
And a glass of water, please.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
See you. See you.
Both peoples are wounded.
And both peoples have wounded.
I am here to say that it is only
through accepting our own faults
that we might forgive those faults in...
How is it? Can you hear me okay?
Yes, I can hear you fine.
- Now. - No.
You tell me you know that lady.
No one can hear us.
I think I know that lady.
Really? Which lady?
Professor Minkel?
I'm... I'm so sorry to trouble you.
My name is Imogen Baastrup.
I'm a graduate in social studies
from the University of Durban.
I was lucky enough to get your lecture last year
on minority rights in racially determined societies.
Anyway, I'm so sorry.
I was wondering if I could shake your hand?
Professor Minkel's about to have something to eat.
It's alright.
Thank you so much! How long are you staying here for?
Just one night, for the lecture.
And you must come.
No, I'm so sorry I can't make it tonight.
I'm actually visiting my cousin.
Imogen!
Alessio, look!
This is the professor I was telling you about from Israel.
How do you do.
He's thrilled to meet you,
even if he doesn't seem it. We both are.
I have not stopped talking about you for a year.
Anyway, I really hope tonight
- goes brilliantly. - Thank you.
And it was an honor to meet you.
- Thank you very much. - Thank you.
- Bye-bye. - Bye!
The briefcase. Into the auditorium.
A bomb?
Unclear.
Do we evacuate?
No!
Gadi?
We've got it out of range.
It's light.
We're clear.
It was a switch.
She'll be coming back tonight.
- We're closed. - Return the case.
It'll make a bigger impact.
At the main event.
Khalil's building a narrative.
They're splitting up, Marty!
They're splitting up! We need to follow them!
No. She'll be back.
This is insane. How do you know?
Because that's what I would do.
We're losing them because you're slut-struck!
We let her go!
Marty!
He will use cut-outs, drag us around half the country.
Do you think a surveillance team will survive that unnoticed?
Marty?
We don't follow.
Calling off the pursuit.
Return to base.
There was no message in the cigarette packet.
No contact.
The bracelet on her right wrist?
A new one. Thread.
Thread?
She must have lost the real thing.
You bet all this on a piece of string?
It was gold and blue.
Come on!
None of his other girls were brought to Lebanon, after all.
Because of our fiction, it is an all-or-nothing game now.
She is either a dead body or a family member.
She wove that bracelet.
That is more precious for us than gold, than lapis.
Whatever happens, you should be proud.
Drink to our brothers in the black sands of Palestine.
What is this?
We made them in the camps.
It's fashion, Helg.
Radical chic.
Yes?
I feel him, Gadi.
Close.
Okay.
I give it another month at the longest and we'll take him.
I'll let her know. Yes.
Yes, I'll make sure.
Leave that.
Good luck, Charlie.
Take the green bus seven stops.
Get off and you'll see a church.
A blue van with a yellow ribbon
will take you to your destination.
We drink to our brothers.
In the black sands of Palestine.
Khalil.
My name is Khalil Mater.
Not just a gun trainer, then?
Take off all your clothes.
Apart from your underwear.
Turn, please, all the way around.
You like this kind of jewelry?
Not exactly my taste.
Good.
Your actual response.
Not exactly my taste.
You like animals?
Yes.
Did Salim?
Let your instincts lead you.
And take your time.
It's better to be uncertain than inconsistent.
We never talked about them.
Not even horses?
Never, ever correct yourself.
Don't remember.
Lord Balfour.
One signature and he creates Israel.
Hubris is always an invitation, isn't it?
A bloody noose is what it is.
This insider of yours.
You're sure they'll play ball?
There've been enquiries into the Professor's schedule, yes?
Some hack from a pro-Israeli rag rang.
Called himself Hershovitz.
Wanted to do a piece on our professor's visit.
And did the faculty give this Mr. Hershovitz
her full schedule?
Well, what do you think?
Has word spread about the flood in the basement?
We're not amateurs.
Well, thank you.
When the dust settles,
I don't want a whiff of you or your kind.
Not in the news, not in the official reports, not anywhere.
And all your men will be issued with these.
My kind?
Well, no one lies with a smile on their face like your lot.
And for the record,
I don't like being handed this on a plate,
least of all by you.
I want them back.
Charlie will be in her element now.
On stage.
In her greatest role.
Too great.
You think she's gone over?
So...
my sister says you're ready, Charlie.
Are you?
- If she has? - Then we will do
what is necessary.
Yes, Gadi.
What we have done 100 times before.
Not me.
Not this time.
If she turns... she turns away.
Do you know why I brought you back in, Gadi?
Because you are gifted with a special, single talent...
doubt.
When we have Khalil,
you will remember your pride.
I was happy.
You were bored.
Show me the wiring.
Gadi.
I asked Rachel about the thread bracelet.
She told me it was black and white.
But I guess it's still on her right wrist.
Thank you.
We have to use these.
What do you think of this Professor Minkel?
She wants peace.
I think she's a good person.
Maybe she is.
So why kill her?
Because her hope is a fantasy.
I told Salim many times
a woman cannot be trusted
just because you go to bed with her.
And what about a man?
A man cannot be trusted ever.
Why did he tell you my name?
Because he loved me.
And he loved you.
I had three brothers, you know.
Now I have none.
You have a family?
You know.
Do this... just once,
and you will always have one.
How did it feel, please, to kill the American traitor?
- I didn't kill him. - You did.
It was horrible.
Good.
If a man's life is not significant,
what is the point in taking it?
I am boring you?
No. No. Sorry.
It's nerves.
It's the same with the theater when I'm about to go on.
Feel like I could sleep for 100 years.
I feel that the Israelis are close, you know?
All the time.
I imagine they have someone moving the pieces to get to me,
someone whose mind has been carved away to obsession
by his decades of battle.
He knows me, but I don't know him.
In my head, I've made him into a devil,
a Dybbuk from their texts.
Because without that, I wouldn't be afraid of him.
Listen to me.
I'm going on like an old man.
Did Salim like horses?
They terrified him.
Our grandfather had one.
He had to sell it.
Why?
To buy a gun.
You're too young to be a widow.
Professor Minkel begins speaking at 5:30.
I shall set it for 5:30.
And the hall will be full.
Yes.
But maybe she will try the latch before.
I have put a trigger there, too.
If the briefcase opens,
it will explode instantly.
Always two things.
Where did you hear this?
From Salim.
"Two bullets."
"In case the world's still alive."
Salim was a kid.
Too much with women, cars, poetry, watches.
We're not the same thing, you know.
Women and cars.
Show me your hand, please.
You don't have to do this, Charlie.
You can go back to your old life now if you want.
I won't come after you.
The clock is ticking.
Will I see you again?
That cannot happen.
Wish me luck.
Peace is more popular than your lot thought.
The British always have the solution
to other countries' problems.
Perhaps you should try listening for once.
Oi, you can't stop here. Move on.
All right, all right. Okay. Sorry.
We're going.
This way, sir. This way.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Excuse me.
I have Professor Minkel's briefcase.
Ticket?
I-I don't have one.
This belongs to Professor Minkel.
There was a mix-up. We swapped by mistake.
Side entrance.
- Who's in charge of security here? - John Kemp.
John Kemp. Okay. Thank you.
Ambassador, how nice to meet you.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Hi.
The lecture's about to begin. No one's coming in this way.
I know, I know, but someone needs to
take this up to Professor Minkel.
There's been a mix-up. I took hers by mistake,
and it's probably got her speech in here.
Please, please!
John Kemp on the front doors said that you'd take it in.
He said it was fine.
Make it quick, okay?
- Thank you. - Sixth floor.
Thank you, thank you.
I know.
The timer's set for 5:30,
and there's a trigger on the latch, too.
Come.
Gadi. Gadi.
Trust me.
What the hell?
Play the scene, Charlie.
The bomb, it's set for 5:30.
Play the scene.
What?
Charmian Ross? You sneaky shit.
- I'll take that. - No.
I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.
I think our cases got switched.
Thank God.
I would have had to make it all up.
This is yours.
I'm so glad I caught you before you went on.
Best of luck with the speech.
Thank you.
Now?
Yes.
Out.
- Meadows, look after the ladies. - Yes, sir.
What the hell are you playing at?
What does it matter to you? We run this.
Bravissimo, Charlie.
- Now... - I met Khalil.
What?
And he wants to see me again.
How can you be so sure?
Because he's falling in love with me.
I see.
Well, thank you.
Thank you for telling me that, Charlie.
Come on. Come on.
All of you.
Gadi, this changes everything.
We follow her tonight.
And take him, but don't kill him.
No... we let them run.
Deep cover. We will have her by his side
as he becomes the leader of his people.
- That could take years. - No, can't you see, Gadi?
Can't you see what a big future he has?
We could pull in every contact, every cell.
No, you can't do that to her.
Give her the location transmitter,
tell her to remove the batteries.
If she is in real danger tonight,
we will come in if he's not so loving as she thinks,
but otherwise... we leave her.
Charlie, Gadi will brief you.
The second you leave here, you're back in play.
Forget everything you just saw but the fiction.
We built in a location transmitter now.
You'll be listening?
We can't be that close.
We need to follow you unseen.
You take the batteries out, I'll come running.
Cutting the signal will be the signal.
- Okay? - Signal for what?
Come on!
What did Marty say in there?
The signal for what?
That he's asleep.
Call me in as soon as he's vulnerable.
Put him at ease.
Put him at ease?
Charlie.
- How? - Trust me.
It's the only way we can finish this.
You want me to sleep with him?
Go on. Say it!
Give me an order for once.
- You need to keep a clear head. - Sir. Head clear, sir.
Legs open, sir.
What will you do with him?
Will you kill him?
He's beautiful.
Did you know that?
- What took you so long? - Nothing!
Just some pig. Go.
This way.
Follow that lane.
Look for the first house on your left.
Slow down. She's on foot.
How was it?
Take me through it, please.
They... They... They wanted a ticket.
So I-I had to go through a side door.
Police?
Two, but one tried to stop me.
They made me take it in, and I ran down a corridor.
You gave it to her yourself?
She was backstage in a room, nervous.
She had... had a bead of sweat on her brow.
Because of the speech?
She said, "Thank God," she'd have had to make it up herself.
What happened to her?
She died.
She's moved.
Changing observation point.
I'm at the scene of the gruesome attack
at the Polytechnic of Greater London,
and I have with me Chief Inspector Picton.
We're looking for one woman in particular.
She was wearing a duffel coat.
A dark wig discarded at the scene
suggests that the girl was blonde.
She was of medium build, wearing spectacles,
and, um, speaking with a South African accent,
which is probably fake.
Bastard.
Did you really leave the wig?
I'm sorry.
You are a little bit at risk, it seems.
...treated for wounds, and his family is offering...
I think we deserve a drink.
God, yes, I'm dying for one.
Have you ever fished in the dark, Charlie,
with a lamp, catching the fish with your hands?
With my hands?
No.
I took these two boys on a mission
into the Galilee long ago.
We were crossing the sea in a rowing boat
and the night was so beautiful
that they lost all sense of what they had come for.
And what did you do?
I let them fish.
Was that Salim?
I completed the mission alone.
I'm tired.
Aren't you?
I don't sleep.
In your letters to my brother, you said,
"Your head on our pillow and your gun beneath it."
Yeah.
He made me sleep with your gun under our pillow.
Only cowboys sleep like that.
You must keep it at your side where your hand is.
I made him promise.
Maybe he liked breaking your promises.
And look at him now.
Come here.
No.
Please.
It hurt you so much,
- killing these people? - No.
No. They're murderers.
They're... They're pigs.
You're trying too hard to hate them.
Again.
Stop.
You don't have to do this, Charlie.
Any signs of them leaving?
No.
Remember, we let them run.
We don't move unless she calls us in, Gadi.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna go turn that off.
I don't want to hear that now.
...number of casualties,
but it is expected to be a dozen, if not more.
No group has taken responsibility for the attack,
but as the Israelis...
How did you pick up this?
I didn't.
It was the Zionists.
Jordanians.
Syrians.
Our friends are here.
Picton's men... they followed us.
They blocked the perimeter. Nothing's coming in or out.
They'll ruin everything.
Tell them to open it back up.
Everything must play as usual.
Understood.
What... What is it?
The milkman comes every morning.
Yeah, it's... it's too early.
No. 6:15 every day.
Maybe he's running late?
Why would he be late?
Why do you provide excuses?
I'm not.
I'm just... I'm trying to comfort you.
Why would you wish to comfort me?
Why would you be frightened for me?
What guilt is in your mind?
Turn it on, your little radio.
Turn it on, please.
See?
Bring it to me.
Since last afternoon,
you haven't had much time to yourself.
None.
Then why is this radio working?
These radios, they run on batteries, yes?
Yes, Khalil.
Wait.
Why?
Turn, please.
All the way round.
Please don't.
Signal's cut. Signal's cut.
What do you see, Gadi?
If you've had no time to yourself,
then how are these here now?
They... They... They must've switched it.
- They? - Yeah, the police.
They... They checked my bag when I gave over the case.
You didn't say this.
Gadi?
Tell Picton's men to surround the house.
No one goes in without my signal.
Go.
Gadi?
Tell me the truth.
It's over.
That's... That's the truth.
That was the signal.
I was... I was meant to wait until you were asleep.
We built the bomb. I saw the news.
No, you saw the fiction.
Who are you working for?
The Germans? The British?
No.
The Zionists?
Are you Jewish?
No.
Then what are you?
Um...
I'm an actress.
So you don't believe in anything?
- My brother. - No, I-I never...
I never met him.
I never met him. I only saw... I saw him once.
- You killed him? - Before they...
I'm so sorry.
I hope it was worth it.
Are you okay?
Gadi.
Dear, dear.
Don't worry, old boy.
We'll ship him back to Tel Aviv for you.
No questions asked.
Here.
Can I... Can I have a ci... um, a cigarette?
Can you remember what he said to you, love?
Yes.
That's good.
We'll talk about that in a bit.
Can you remember further back?
Can you remember Lebanon?
Yes.
What did you see out there?
Coordinates confirmed.
33/44/38.4 north, 33/25/17.0 east.
Danke, Herr Mesterbein.
- Goodbye. Tchuss. - Tchuss.
Positive I.D. on Rossino.
Pronto?
This is for Gabriel.
It's light.
Thank you.
Here.
Amsterdam.
Last week.
15 dead.
You got us closer than anyone, Charlie.
Why did you have him killed?
That was not my order.
Khalil would have gone on to become
so much more than a terrorist.
And Gadi stopped it.
You cannot stop the devil.
Only the man performing him.
How is he?
He will not speak to me anymore.
Danke.
Who are you?
Who am I?
One question at a time.
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