All language subtitles for The.Little.Drummer.Girl.S01E03.Episode 3.HDTV.x264-MTB

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 it’s 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
shouldn’t prove difficult.

Now, the Austrian border,
that’s 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 you’re 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.

He tricked me.

I thought I broke him.

He lied about Salzburg.

He could lie again.

He’s clever.

So what do we do now?

My name is Martin Kurtz.

'Kurtz' is sounding like
the word 'short' in German...

...as I’m 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?

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.

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.

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 it‘s 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.

That‘s our golden hour.

So far so good?

It isn‘t 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 you‘re 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.

Do you speak English? Sorry...

Step out of the vehicle.

Licence and passport.

Right.

Shit.

I thought you gave up?

I‘m 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.

She‘s made the cross.

She‘s here.

Focus now.

Ah, one slivovitz, please.

Ein slivovitz.

Um, I‘m sorry, I, er...

I d... I don't have any Austrian money.

I only have pounds.

- Danke.
- OK.

Thank you, Father.

That could‘ve really blown up.

She‘s on the move.

Train station, please.

She‘s asked for the train station.

Where the hell are you going?

You'll be fine.

Focus on the car only.

I‘m 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?

He‘s turned his radio off.

Great.

Shimon! Check this out.

Look.

Contact.

Too fast, surely?

Flash bastard could get
picked up by the police.

Sit tight, please.

That‘s 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.

- That‘s Rossino.
- Who?

A petty little left-wing journalist.

We‘ve 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.

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.

She‘s slowing down.

She‘s pulling over
to the side of the road.

Keep going, keep going.

She‘s checking the cargo.

Turn your car around.

We‘ll get her as soon
as she's called this in.

Let's move, let's move!

Hold her!

Catch her! Catch her!

Do it! Do it!

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go, let's go.

I did all right, didn‘t I?

Marty says you‘re 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 you‘re 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, didn‘t you?

Is it wrong, Gadi?

What we‘re 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 I‘m in it.

Because I‘m going to
drink myself stupid.

I heard room service.

Make me a drink.

After tonight, you don't know
when you‘ll see me again.

You‘re 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, I‘m 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.

That‘s 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.

Birthmark.

Scar.

Scar.

Scars.

So the fiction becomes truth.

Go on.

They‘ll question you, Charlie.

You need to know every inch.

That‘s enough.

I said, "That‘s 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.

He‘s a child!

He killed a child!

Your British government

promised Palestine to
the Arabs and to the Jews.

That‘s 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.

You‘re in love.

You need to write these out
in your own handwriting.

Let the thoughts become yours.

You really think they‘ll come for me?

Yes.

What about Michel?

If you hold him in there for too
long, they‘ll know some thing's up.

Won't they?

You need to let him go.

Or at least put him on trial.

He‘ll 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.

You‘re going home, Charlie.

Tomorrow.

That‘s where they‘ll 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?

She‘s 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?

You‘re the expert.

Should I make her fall
in love with me, Gadi?

So she doesn‘t 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 we‘re 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.

Can you keep the ladies lights on?

Don't want me pissing on the floor.

There‘s 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 there‘s 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.

We‘re moving out.

Good.

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.

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