All language subtitles for The Little Drummer Girl S01E05-E06 HDTV x264-W4F

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.

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And then you made them
plan new attacks.

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Wait! Salma!

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Wait!

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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!

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.

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Mesterbein's made the drop.

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I said fire!

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No, no, no!

No, no, no!
I don't have to shoot.

I don't have to fire.
I don't even have to --

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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?

Hmm.

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Forget it.
Piss off.

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It gets lonely around here.

I'm not lonely.

Well,
you're gonna get lonely.

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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, uh, well, they don't --

They don't know
what to do with me.

I'm useless here,
and, uh, 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.

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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, uh, uh,
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, uh -- 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.

Hey.

It's okay.
I'm sorry.

I went too far.
I went too far.

It's been a really,
really great night and, uh, um,

uh, a-and I'm --
I'm sorry, and --

For all I know they sent
you here to test me.

Get out. Get out!
Get out, get out.
No.

Shhhh! Shhhh!

Get out.

♪♪

You know what
the penalty for spying is?

Huh?

Oh, now,
Tayeh's gonna love me!

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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.

Oh, 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?

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-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!

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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.

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How would I know that
if I were lying?

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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.

Come on.

Please.

Please.

Hey!

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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--

♪♪

Ah, 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.

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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?

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Honestly?

Yeah.

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He was vulnerable,

and he could barely move.

Why?

♪♪

Oh.
I see.

You and he
had a fantastic night.

I understand.

I understand.

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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.

Oh, 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.

-Oh.
-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.

-Huh?
-Na jeh.

That's what I said,
na jah.

-Na jeh.
-Na jeh.

Well.

We all know what that means.

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Charlie!

♪♪

Salim!

-Salim!
-Salim!

-Salim!
-Salim!

-Salim!
-Salim!

-Salim!
-Salim!

-Salim!
-Salim!

-Salim!
-Salim!

-Khalil!
-Khalil!

-Khalil!
-Khalil!

-Khalil!
-Khalil!

♪♪

Maram!

Maram, come down!

I can't --

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Al Nakba.

Al Nakba!
Al Nakba!

Al Nakba!
Al Nakba!

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Five camps.

I am sorry.

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The war of Independence,
1948.

What do they call it?

"The Catastrophe."

-Or --
-"Disaster."

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-Who started all this?
-The British.

Now, Khalil isn't
attacking people.

He's attacking ideas.

The theater 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.

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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?

Oh, 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.

Hmm.

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, hmm?

Hmm.

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?

-Hmm.
-Mm.

NRA on Berger, Stern,
or Schmidt, either, Sir.

For God's sake,
Meadows.

This picture was taken
by a lucky chance in Greece.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

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I am ready.

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Whenever you say.

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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.

♪♪

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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.

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♪♪

Minkel's on her way.

♪ All that I am ♪

♪ All that I got ♪

♪ All about me ♪

♪♪

-Drinks?
-Ah, 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.

Ah, 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.

Calling off the pursuit.

Return to base.

There was no message
in the cigarette packet.

No contact.

Hmm.

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?

Mm.

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.

Oh, 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.

Mm.

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.

Oh, 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?

Uh-huh. 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.

Ah.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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.

Shh.

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.

Uh --

Turn it on, please.

♪ Won't approve of
my strange kind of wit ♪

See?

♪♪

♪ I get so excited,
I always gotta lose it ♪

♪ Man, that sent me off,
made me take the cure ♪

Bring it to me.

♪ D-Don't need a cure,
d-don't need a cure ♪

♪ D-Don't need a cure ♪

♪ Need a final solution ♪

♪ I don't need a cure ♪

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.

♪ Buy me a ticket
to a sonic reduction ♪

Wait.

♪♪

Why?

♪ Guitars gonna sound like
a nuclear destruction ♪

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, oh, 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?

Hm?

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.

Ah.

Danke.

Who are you?

♪♪

Who am I?

♪♪

One question at a time.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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