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[Tape player clicks]

Michel:
The Catastrophe.

The War of 1948,

if it can
be called a war,

when your British
betrayed us

and the Zionists drove us
out of our homeland.

When I was 8,
I was driven from our land.

When I was 10, I joined Ashbal
with my brothers.

Kurtz:
"Brothers."

[Tape player clicks]

[Reel rewinding]

[Tape player clicks]

Michel: When I was 10, I joined
Ashbal with my brothers.

See?
[Tape player clicks]

Brothers.

It's not enough.

It sounds like Salim.

**

The revolutionary crowd.

**

Who is this?

2312.

Charmian Ross.

She's an actress.

An actress.

No kidding?

[Rattle]

**

Does she have a voice?

[Tape player powers on,
clicking]

Charlie: And we don't want
our lives laid down

by a multinational corporation
registered in Liechtenstein

and banking
in the Dutch bloody Antilles.

[Chuckles]
What's more is

I, for one, don't think
the Jewish state

has to be an imperialist
American garrison

that treats Arabs like dung.

Well, she's got a point.

Hi, I'm Charmian.
Charmian Ross.

We're thrilled to meet you,
Miss Ross, believe me.

Please.

Shall we begin,
Miss Ross?

-Okay.
-Shall we...

Becker: I'm studying
architecture now.

[Grunts]

No Israeli soldier
can doubt

the great Gadi Becker's
right to live in peace,

but...is this peace?

This is about truth.

They need
to believe her.

I've heard you speak
their truth before.

Believed it, even.

That truth cost
an innocent girl's life.

Innocent,
but not clever.

Charlie here could learn
from you, Gadi.

Surpass you, perhaps.

I thought Charlie
was a boy's name.

We will do it right
this time.

[Cracks knuckles]

[Grunts]

[Clears throat]

[Television turns off]

[Tape player rattling]

Khalil.

Who knows?

Maybe an imitator.

[Tape player clicks]

[Children shouting in distance]

No killing.

Autonomy.

[Door opens]

I left my hat.

**

**

**

**

**

**

**

**

[Insects chirping]

Who are you people?

Who are we?
Come.

Who are we?

We are friends.

Nonsectarian,
non-aligned friends

deeply concerned, like you,
with the many wrong directions

the world has taken.

Yes, friends who must do the
unavoidable from time to time,

but friends nonetheless.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Please come in.
[Claps hands]

Yes, I'm sure you --
you must have

a thousand questions
for us, Charlie.

Of course
you do.

You are
a curious mind.

And we, too, also have
a thousands questions for you.

**

Make yourself comfortable.
Freshen up.

And we shall go
through them all, okay?

[Camera shutter clicks]

Mm-hmm.

[Camera shutter clicks,
metal rattling]

**

**

It's an honor.

I've heard a lot
about you.

No, you haven't.

The kids said
you made a fine couple

up there on the Acropolis,
Gadi --

like a pair
of movie stars.

It was
a beautiful moment.

[Water running]

[Sniffs]

[Water stops running]

Sorry.
Protocol.

[Clears throat]

I need to go
for a number two.

[Sighs]

[Toilet lid slams]

[Click, reels whirring]

[Doors closing,
indistinct conversations
echoing in distance]

[Lock clicks]

[Door closes]

[Doors closing,
indistinct conversations
echoing in distance]

[Thud]

[Briefcase hinges click]

Charlie.

You know what it cost me
to get you here?

Your decency?

Nothing so cheap.

My career.
All for you.

Didn't get what you needed
in London, then.

Oh, I saw everything
I needed, Charlie.

Everything to know that you
are worth this very moment.

What did you say
your name was?

I didn't.

How about...Marty?

Are you asking me
or telling me?

And when God
finished making me,

He had a few pieces of wire
left over,

so He tied them up haphazardly
and put together Shimon.

Say hello, Shimon.

Mm.
Everyone else,
I think you know.

[Footsteps approach]

Ugh, you liar!

I suggest you listen
to what they have --

And I suggest
you go fuck yourself.

Who are you?

Do you have a problem
with Jews?

Ethnically, culturally,
politically?

We don't smell bad.

Do you have
improper table manners?

-No. Don't be stupid.
-Wonderful.

Then I pray I can trust

you won't jump out a window
or vomit

if I say we are also
citizens of Israel.

Do you have a bucket
just in case?

[Scattered chuckles]

Now, must all of us Jews
pack up our belongings,

return to our former countries,
and begin again?

Wait for
the next pogrom?

[Sighs]

I just want --

Peace.

Hmm?

We're not here to attack
your politics, Charlie.

In fact, we love
your crazy politics,

every paradox and conflicted
spurt of anger or compassion.

But we believe
in a bigger you --

that you have talent
to waste,

and you believe
it is being wasted.

And if you decide to collaborate
with us on this performance,

I swear to God, you will never
be wasted again.

Put in its simplest form,
we are mounting a production.

Hmm?

Now, there will be no cut,
no curtain,

constant improvisation.

[Chuckling]
Well, shit.

I've been kidnapped by an
experimental theater company.

[Laughter]

Experimental certainly.

Your audience, they won't even
know they are watching.

But they will be
grateful --

kids, their parents,

innocent bystanders

who'd get a piece of shrapnel
in their throat

when a bomb goes off
right beside them

were it not for you.

Should you want to go home,
of course,

back to your, uh --
uh, pub theaters,

your lonely brilliance,

no one is stopping you.

But if you are at all
intrigued by this role,

we need to ask you a final round
of questions...tonight.

What's the character?

A terrorist.

[Exhales deeply]

**

[Lock rattles, disengages]

[Chain jingles]

**

No!

**

Go back.

**

[Doors closing,
echoing in distance]

Are you okay?

I'm here
to talk to you.

I'll be fine.

[Door closes, lock clicks]

Dear God, Salim,
I'm so sorry.

My name is Joanna.

I'm an observer for
the International Aid Alliance,

and it is our job to --
Where am I?

I'm not allowed to say.

Am I still in Greece?

Have they mistreated you at all
since your arrival?

[Chain jingles]

Are you getting enough fruit
and vegetables?

[Chuckles]

[Door opens]
[Whistling]

What is he, a puppy?

We don't have time.

This side is clean, yes?

We've got to get
that drop-off location.

[Door opens]

Look what I have.

[Door closes, lock clicks]

Charlie:
Fire away, then, Mart.

Ask me anything.

[Tape recorder clicks]

Kurtz: Let's begin
with your family.

[Pen clicks]

Israeli oranges
are the best in the world.

[Chewing]

Israeli?

[Chuckles]
Mm.

It's the only good thing
they have...

because they were grown
on Palestinian soil.

[Chewing]

If you want to get out
of solitary,

you have to pacify your enemies
without betraying your friends.

I have no friends.

No one does.

Not at first.

But they will find out.

Do you have family
you can write to?

I will only write
to my lawyers.

Of course, but family
plays better with the press.

[Exhaling sharply]

What about your mother?

Jane Ashcroft.

-Dead?
-Drunk.

Because of your father.

Because my father
was a criminal, yes.

Did the school ask you to leave
because of these problems?

Yeah.

It was heartless,
but we didn't have money

to pay
the school fees.

So, after that
fall from grace --

He went to prison,
and we lost everything.

Mm.

I've been fending for myself
since I was 15,

but it was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

Hmm.

So, as soon as you could,
you rebelled

to the stage
and radical politics.

Oh, there are other ways of
rebelling than radical politics.

Such as?

-Sex, of course.
-Hmm.

The essential basis
to any revolt.

We are not interested
in all those failures, Charlie.

Was it your father
who made you feel so angry?

Can we take a break?
In a moment.

It must have upset you,
his going to prison like that,

conning people
out of their money.

It was humiliation.

The bailiffs coming in,
ransacking the place,

Mum having to apply for benefits
just to put food on the table.

That sort of thing didn't
happen to people like us.

Kurtz:
So, what did happen?

They took it all.

Everything.

My childhood,
our home...

Hmm.

...our happiness.

And where were you
when your father died?

Standing
in a bus shelter...

outside the prison,
waiting for the gates to open.

Standing
in the pissing rain.

The date?

15th of July, 1975.

Rain in July?

You've never been to England,
I take it.

Was your mother there with you,
Charlie, when he died?

**

[Crying]

**

[Claps hands]
Let's take that break now.

[Michel singing
Palestinian folk song]

[Door opens]

[Singing continues]

[Song trailing off]

[Light clicks]

[Lighter clicks]

**

[Lighter clicks]

**

**

**

[Lighter clicks]

**

**

Who gives her
the home truth?

It should come from me.

**

Thank you, Gadi.

Miss Bach: [Echoing]
Here you go, like you asked.

You'll have to write
in English.

Otherwise, they won't let
your sister read it.

These people
don't allow Arabic.

My lawyers?

They responded already, dear.
Last week.

Last week?

Your lawyers told you
to write to Fatmeh.

I-I don't remember.
Really?

You don't remember me giving you
an orange last week, either?

I remember that.

That's good.

But I'm telling you,

your lawyers told you
to write to Fatmeh.

That's your sister's name,
isn't it?

Fatmeh.

You'll have to tell her
you're missing, at least.

Sh-She...

She already knows

if -- if I have been here
a week.

Oh?

I...

I call in
every three days.

[Door closes, lock clicks]

Daniel:
Contact every three days.

But never
the same way twice.

We need to tell Marty.

[Birds chirping]

Kurtz:
Now, I'm afraid we found

some rather worrying
contradictions

in what you told us,
Charlie.

Charlie: I thought
we weren't talking politics.

We're not.
We're talking beliefs.

The reasoning behind every one
of your political choices --

Look, I don't want
the world wiped out

in some
dick-swinging contest

between some
fascist demagogues

we've never heard of --
Yes, yes, yes, yes.

We've -- We've heard all
your rehearsed quotations.

Oh, piss off.

You say you're the radical soul
here, Charlie.

But when are
you going to go out

and do something
about all this talk?

Have you not the courage
to steal,

to kill for
these hearts and minds

enslaved by
your capitalist overlords?

Is that what you want --
stealing and killing?

I want to know you stand
by your promise.

Then stop
twisting my words.

Are you recanting
your stated position?

I don't have
a stated position!

Oh. No commitment
to activism,

except that
you are unaligned.

-Yes!
-Peacefully unaligned, too.

You belong
to the extreme center.

Just like you're
a peace-loving Israeli.

[Laughs sarcastically]

Hmm.

-That was nothing.
-Yes.

Quite
an illegal nothing

for someone
who is anti-violence.

Weapons training.
With dummy guns, look!

Sabotage techniques.
Combat skills.

It was Al's scene.
I didn't really get --

I thought it was just
some cheap weekend away.

You can get 10 years
for this.

What?!
No, it wasn't like that!

I was playing.
I go with the flow.

I take whatever role
that is on offer, okay?

Playing.

Now, do you remember
the last session,

devoted to the lamentable
expansion of Zionism?

The leading performer was
a Palestinian revolutionary.

Do you not recall
this speaker?

I -- I mean --
"The gun is my passport
to my homeland.

We are no longer refugees.
We are revolutionary people."

All right, I'm superficial.
I get it.

But I didn't
do anything.

Didn't do anything?

No more lies, Charlie.

You say you went to this forum
a couple of times.

That correct?
-It was a couple of times.

Couple is two.
Oh, my God.

Two or three.
What the hell?

I went to visit my aunt
in the country

a couple of times
last year.

That could be three.
Four is possible.

Five, I guess.
Five.

Oh, with five,
it's half a dozen.

You want to revise
"couple," Charlie?

I said "a couple."
I mean a couple.

And what do we
make it out to be?

Six times,
all documented.

Well, where does
she get two from?

She's lying.

[Chuckles sarcastically]

Charlie deceived us.

That's
so disappointing.

-That sure is.
-It's a phrase.

I -- I was just acting.

-Like you've been acting here.
-Yes!

All your politics,
all your claims.
Yes.

Like you've acted
every day

since the great fall
of your criminal father!
Yes. Oh, my God!

Joseph, please tell me
why any of this matters.

We know your father never
went to prison, Charlie.

**

You never had
the bailiffs in.

There was no rain
on the 15th of July.

You were expelled
from St. Floras

after you were caught
sleeping with a local boy.

Your parents forgave you,
as they always did everything.

Then, one day, your father died
of a stroke in his home.

**

And you were heartbroken...

because, in fact, you adored
your bourgeois father.

We understand how you've spun
a more dramatic fiction

for your life,

one that plays in interviews
and auditions,

at political forums
with your so-called friends --

one that
feels more like you

than the ordinary
suburban reality.

**

And we love you for it,
because we are just the same.

**

**

[Screams]

[Whimpers]
Let me go!

Hey, hey, hey.

[Sobbing]

Kurtz:
Did great, kid.

You just
got the part.

[Breathing shakily]

[Equipment rattles]

[Doors slide open]

[Moaning]

Every three days?

Litvak:
That's what she said.

His last contact
was two days ago.

We need to march
double time.

[Teleprinter clacking]

Message from
Noah Gavron.

Mm-hmm.

"On no account
will you admit to her

that you are
Israeli subjects.

Insist that you pose
as Americans."

[Both laugh]

I love it.

Cable back, "Yes.
Repeat, no."

[Both chuckle]

[Kurtz whistling]

He's happy
since you came back.

It's not good
for him.

[Grunts]

He's lost his stomach,
I can tell.

When the moment comes,
Gadi will do what is necessary.

You haven't told him
about the Mercedes?

**

Timing is everything,
Shimon.

Hmm?

**

I wonder how the weather is
in Munich.

[Tape player clicks]

Michel: We fled their tanks
on the West Bank...

Becker: We fled their tanks
on the West Bank across Jordan.

Michel: I asked my mother
what was happening...

I asked my mother
what was happening...

...and she said to me...
...and she said to me...

...to me, the youngest...
...to me, the youngest...

..."What the Westerners
did to the Jews..."

..."What the Westerners
did to the Jews..."

"...the Zionists
now do to us."

"...the Zionists
now do to us."

I'm finished.

When I was 8...
When I was 8...

...I was driven
from our land.
[Door closes]

...I was driven
from our land.

The Gun
and the Return...

[Exhales deeply]
The Gun
and the Return,

they are one for us.

[Tape player clicks]

[Groans]

How's the lip?

Well, I'll never play
the trumpet again.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

If I'm going
to do this,

I have to know what it is
I'm deciding to do.

And in order to know,
you first have to decide.

Well, that's
just marvelous.

[Birds chirping in distance]

This job,
is it dangerous?

Incredibly.

This is the secret world,
Charlie.

Are you in or out?

Who am I?

You.

And who are you?

You know me as Michel.

**

And...

are we in love?

Infatuated.

**

Promise me
something.

If I go along with this,
I want complete honesty.

So,
for everything I do,

you answer a question
for me in return.

So we're even.

Okay?

**

Wear this today.

Your hair up.

There's underwear
in the bathroom.

**

Michel likes it
when you wear bold colors.

[Exhales] Hmm.

That's from our lovemaking
last night.

How memorable.

**

**

If the Israelis bomb our
villages with fighter jets...

[Michel speaking indistinctly
through headphones]

**

[Tape player clicks]

**

Very good.

**

Rachel: They're still working
on a drop-off location,

but we need to make a stop.

**

Becker: From now on, everything
I say and do is crucial.

We're building
a fiction,

and our audience is everywhere
all the time.

Our love affair
has been secret.

Last night
was our first together

after weeks
of waiting.

The whole time
you were in Greece,

you were aching
to join me.

That's why you gave Alistair
and the others the slip.

And what about
Joseph?

The creepy businessman
who tried to chat you up?

Mm-hmm.

[Scoffs]
He was nothing.

The moment you got
in this car in Athens,

you were with me --
Michel.

Ah.

I took you to the Acropolis
at night

to celebrate
our reunion.

**

We kissed
in the ruins.

I'm romantic
that way.

[Chuckles] Hmm.
Gestural.

Not terribly into that,
I'm afraid.

You've never felt
like this before.

[Chuckles]
Have I not?

Okay.

No.
Oh.

I disapprove
of women smoking.

And I disapprove of
men who disapprove of
women smoking, mush.

It -- It is your pleasure to
obey me in these small matters.

Jose, love --
Michel!

Mickey, love, I don't really see
how this is gonna work.

I mean, I'm still meant
to be myself

or a credible version,
right?

Exactly credible.

Hmm.
Well, then.

[Lighter clicks]

[Inhales]

[Exhales]

[Window cranks down]

Chauvinist, then,
this Michel?

[Exhales]

Or some sort of
wicked stereotype

you lot
have cooked up?

Well he is,
isn't he?

There is nothing stereotypical
about me, Charlie.

One day you'll meet my sister,
Fatmeh, our inspiration,

and then
you will understand.

Our Palestinian women
have a dignity

you can't even
begin to imagine.

Ah. Palestinian.

[Exhales] I see.

Tricky.

[Schwilli blows]

I've checked
the law firm.

Zurich, legitimate.

Schwilli:
Just as well.

How close are you
on Fatmeh's reply?

Just an envelope
to go.

I hope I got
Fatmeh's tone right.

We need to know
where he was taking that car.

[Birds chirping]

Miss Bach:
"No words can tell how much

I admire the sacrifice
you are making.

But we must leave you now
for the good of our cause.

No one will forget your name
or the pride we all feel in you.

Fatmeh and Miss Bach: You will
become a blessed martyr,

like your brothers
Fawaz and Abed.

Fatmeh:
This I swear as your sister.

And so, I pray that
you are given courage

when your time comes.

Your Fatmeh."

[Paper rustles]

**

Salim?

Is Fatmeh going
to help you?

**

I've tried everything,
but it's beyond me now.

They're sending an expert
to talk to you.

[Door opens]

[Voices echoing in distance]

All right.

It's time.

-I'm sorry.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Let go.
Let go.

It's good
that you're eating.

You'll need
your strength.

[Screams]

[Screaming, thud]

Very good.

[Volume lowers]
What did you say?

I said you did a very good job
in there, Miss Bach.

Thank you.
This is also
equally impressive.

Tell me the details.

So...

that's Charlie's timeline,
and here's Michel's.

Hmm.

We've tracked
his movements

using his receipts
and matchbooks.

They coincide
in London and Greece.

And while they're apart,

he writes to her
to keep up the romance.

Miss Bach created
some moving love ballads for me.

Oh, yes.
[Sighs]

We need to put all this back
in the apartment, Marty.

They'll come
looking soon.

[Slurps ice pop]

How are we
on the car's destination?

Without that, we are
on the diving board,

and the pool is empty.

He's on the edge,
I think.

-Hmm.
-You gonna get it out of him?

[Michel screaming continues]

No.

Keep me in reserve,
just in case.

So, who will be
the expert?

[Slurps ice pop]

[Greek folk music playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

-Hmm.
-Thank you.

[Folk music continues]

When did I meet you...

Michel?

Although it was long
before I was born,

I tell you often
about Al Nakba.

Al Nakba?

The Catastrophe
of 1948.

The Israelis call it
the War of Independence.

It's when your
British betrayed us,

and the Zionists drove us
from our homeland.

No, I'm not talking about
your great-great-grandad.

I'm talking about
you and me.

For 20 years, my father
had faith in the Zionists

to see reason.

And then came
the massacres of '67.

They shot him,

made me stand next to him
as they did.

We fled their tanks from
the West Bank across Jordan.

And I asked my mother
what was happening,

and she said to me --
to me, the youngest...

Oh, God.
You're him.

..."What the Westerners
did to the Jews,

the Zionists...

Now do to us."

**

When I was 8,
I was driven from our land.

When I was 10, I joined
the Ashbal with my brothers.

-Excuse me.
-Yes?

What's -- What's an Ashbal?
Sorry.

**

A children's militia.

If children can be born,
they can also...

Fight.

**

When I was 11, I crouched
in a homemade shelter

while the Jordanians
poured rockets into our camp.

**

The Gun
and the Return...

They are one
for us.

That's why
you chose me, then.

Because I was
at that forum?

I fell in love with you
instantly.

[Greek folk music playing]

His eyes, they...

they were --
Endless.

**

You look nothing
like him.

It's not just
what they see.

It's what
you believe.

Where is he now?

Here, with you.

**

Is this what
you're after, then?

**

It's perfect.

Don't confuse drama
with reality, Jose.

That's very dangerous.

**

I'll remember that...

coming from
a professional.

Ironic,
don't you think?

The first time we met, it was me
onstage and you in the audience.

You watched the matinee

and stayed for
the evening performance,

and everyone saw you.

It was the longest day
of my life.

[Laughs]

But you were excellent,
though.

Far better than
the theater deserved.
No, no.

Too late, love.

[Folk music continues]

[Snaps fingers]

[Scoffs]

**

Sorry.

[Chair creaks]

**

-Keep the tip.
-Right.

Efharisto.

**

**

Anna Witgen -- the Swedish trash
who delivered the bomb,

the one who killed the boy,
Gabriel.

Where did
you send her?

[Footsteps, doors closing
echoing in distance]

Does your big brother Khalil
let you choose your women?

[Indistinct conversation
echoing]

I know of no Khalil.

[Chuckles]

Thanks to your help,
we picked him up this week.

My help?
He's upstairs.

Shalom, Khalil.
[Chuckles]

You don't have Khalil.

**

He is alive, for now.

[Breathes shakily]

When you've answered
my question,

I might even let you
share his cell.

Nurse him a bit.

**

[Sighs]

You're on the diving board,
Salim.

And the pool is empty.

Come on, what have
you got for me

so I can hold off my boss
for another night?

That Mercedes --

Where were you going
to drop it?

**

**

Austria.

Where in Austria?

**

Salzburg Train Station.
[Sobs]

[Exhales deeply]

Who was going to pick it up,
and when?

I want to see Khalil.
[Sobs]

**

Here, a gift.

Something I have
already given you.

How can you give me something
you've already given me?

[Indistinct conversations,
camera shutters clicking]

Ah.

Heavier this time.

[Hinges click]

Not exactly my taste.

Good.
[Chuckles]

It's your
actual response.

We have to build this fiction
as solidly as possible.

Is it real?

Look beneath,
Charlie.

There was something with it
in the box.

You called the number --
my hotel.

But you refused to meet me
anywhere but the theater.

To return it.
It's too expensive.

Yes. I'm too young to afford
something like that.

[Chuckles]

Sorry.

[Chuckles]

So, you arrived at the theater
after-hours.

We met in the bar,
when everything had closed,

in a corner.

Behind you, I could see
the empty stage.

You took the box
from your pocket,

and you pushed it
across the table to me.

**

I need you to have it.
My Joan.

[Chuckles]
I'm not a saint.

People get crushes on actors
all the time.

You're special.

Yeah,
we're all special, love.

No.
Just some of us.

I am.

[Chuckles]

Which is why
I recognize it in you.

[Sighs]

[Chair creaks]

**

What are you doing?

**

Falling in love
with you.

[Laughs]

Infinitely.

**

**

How much of this
is you?

Is that
your one question?

Mnnnnnh-mnh.

Are you really
divorced?

She couldn't
leave Jerusalem.

I couldn't live
in Israel.

Why?

Not exactly my taste.

Why?

One question at a time.

[Groans softly]

So, does it play,
Charlie?

Just about.

Enough for me to take you
to dinner...

in my hotel room?

Cheeky bugger.

[Birds crying]

**

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**

[Glasses clink]

[Ice rattles]

**

To the second night
of our honeymoon.

[Glasses clink]

[Glass clatters]

You're only supposed to toast
if you're drinking, too.

**

**

Where's all this
leading to, Jose?

To bed.

Great.
I love bed.

**

You're shy,
aren't you?

[Becker scoffs]

Becker: Michel has slept
with many women.

**

So?

[Glass clatters]

So, we fuck.

Yeah, why not?

[Snorts, giggles]

Becker: Why not?
[Both laughing]

How is he?

Well, you tell me.

Enthusiastic.

**

But he lacks technique.

[Bag unzips]

After we have sex,
we sleep...

with this under the pillow,
always.

I let you put a gun
under there?

It thrills you.

Really?

[Exhales]

Getting what you want puts you
in a bad mood, doesn't it?

[Tape player clicks]

Sleep.

[Scoffs]

Michel: With Al Nakba,
the British began a war

for which they have not yet
been held to account.

Becker: Al Nakba.

[Lights flick]
Just as they dispersed
the people of Palestine,

so shall we punish them
in their diaspora...
[Metal rattles]

...and declare our agony
to the world.

[Sighs]

**

**

**

A telegram for room 24.

Oh.

**

[Coins jingle]

[Coins rattle]

[Rotary telephone dials]

Becker:
She's not ready.

Then get her ready,
Gadi.

**

[Dishes clanking,
indistinct conversations]

**

[Clears throat]

-[Speaking indistinctly]
-Thank you.

Forgive me.

Frau Schulmann
was furious.

[Chuckles]
Mm.

We are on our way,
Paul.

I can feel it
in my bones.

I'll just need
one more favor

from the Austrian
authorities now.
[Sighs]

It was no small task
clearing the last shipment.

And you will reap
no small rewards, I promise.

You have an eye for detail,
Paul. We both know it.

It was you who picked this
excellent café, didn't you?

[Forks clatter]

Baumkuchen,
a German delicacy.

It is, I think, the best
baumkuchen in all the country.

Really?

Hmm.

[Chewing]

A bit dry.

For the best, you really
must go to Fussen.

[Chuckles]
Details, Paul.

I have more news.

Hmm.

Of Anna Witgen.

The blonde bombshell.

I tracked her movements
in the lead-up to the explosion.

It turns out
she rented rooms --

one night
in Maribor, Slovenia,

and then she spent some time
in Salzburg

before she came
to Bad Godesberg.

Salzburg, Austria.

Yes.

The birthplace
of Mozart.

**

It can't be.

These people never use
the same location twice.

Alexis: Are you saying I've
been given false information?

No, I have.

The last favor
you asked me,

it was so difficult
to help you.

**

I'm sorry.

[Siren blares]

**

**

The first night we spent
together in London,

we made love.

And I told you
my real name.

It's not Michel.
Salim.

A great secret.

Why did you
tell me that?

Because I trust you.

**

You will become
my latest recruit.

And once you have
proven yourself,

my network will
reach out to you,

and you will enter
its ranks.

**

Enter its ranks?

I will stay close to you,
every step of the way.

[Indistinct conversation,
motorbike drives by]

[Birds chirping]

Your makeup.

Oh!
Michel loves it.

And he doesn't mind
me taking my time, either.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, we might as well have
a little fun while we're at it.

[Keys jingle]

[Laughs] Ah.

So, what happens now?

Becker: First, I set you
a very important test.

Mm-hmm.

To pass, you must drive this car
for the next 800 miles,

all the way across
the Yugoslav border

and into Austria.

[Chuckles]

Great.

I've never been
to Austria before.

Alone.

**

You said
you'd be close!

I will be,
but not in the car.

And once you reach
Salzburg Train Station,

I'll find you again.

Hmm.

But there's
one more thing.

Of course.

**

Turn right at the end.

**

**

**

[Seatbelt unbuckles, door opens]

**

**

From here,
you'll be driving that car.

What's the difference?

There's just papers
in there, love.

Nothing sinister.

The point is, you've promised
to do this for Michel here.

Now, if there's any trouble,
you're on your own.

[Keys rattle]

**

It's Russian semtex,
divided into bricks...

Gadi!

...hidden
in the interior panel.

Enough for
a dozen bombs.

Is this real?

It's real.

**

What are you gonna
use it for?

To kill Jews
throughout Europe.

And just as they dispersed
the people of Palestine,

so shall we punish them
in their diaspora

and declare our agony
to the world.

**

I ask you to do this,
Charlie.

**

For me.

For love.

For our great
revolution.

To prove that you are
as special as I believe.

**

This is your debut
in the theater of the real.

**

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