All language subtitles for Operation Finale (2018).sd-en

(CHORAL CHRISTMAS
MUSIC PLAYING)

(BABBLING)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(GIRL BABBLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MALKIN: (SOFTLY)
I'm Lieutenant Darlton.

I'm Lieutenant Darlton.
Lieutenant Darlton.

Herr Werner?
Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Darlton,
up from Weiden.

We found a few inconsistencies
in our records

from your time with us

and we'd appreciate
your help clarifying them.

Thank you so much.
Mmm-hmm.

(GRUNTING)

Please.

What do you want from us?

It's all right.
He didn't do anything to you.

He was a medic.

Oh, I don't know what stories
he's been telling you,

but we know who he is, Vera.

My name is Annie.

No.

No, no. Your sons,
Klaus and the other boy,

Dieter, they...

(GUNSHOTS)

(ANNIE SCREAMS)
Shit. Shit. Moshe!

It's the wrong guy.
It's not even him.

So what?

He was a Nazi.

(SNIFFS)

I'll bet he was
on someone's list.

You gonna give us a hand
or what? Come on.

(MEN SPEAKING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

EICHMANN: I remember reading,
years ago,

some Austrian,

they mistook for me.

I have the article
framed at home.

I hope that future historians
will not be tempted

to stray from the truth
as we record it here today.

I could talk of what I saw
at the pits in Minsk.

Or the vans at Chelmno.

But these were the deeds
and demands of others.

I issued no such orders.

Our work was paperwork.

Our war, a numerical one.

And though I struggled
against endless idiocy,

I only did
what little I could

in Germany's fight
against her enemies.

(APPLAUSE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

SARAH: You said you wanted

to take a job in Jersey.

Couldn't we run away?

I'd do anything
to be with you.

Anything.

That's not a bad idea.

That's not a bad idea at all.

Just tell me one thing.

Yes?

Is it true?

(CHUCKLES) Is what true?

Is your mother a nigger?

Tell me.

Tell me!

SARAH: What difference
does it make? You love me!

FRANKIE: All the kids,
talking behind my back.
(LAUGHING)

Is it true?
SARAH: No!

FRANKIE: Are you black?

SARAH: No,
I'm as white as you.

You're lying!
I'm not!

You're lying!
I'm not!

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Shh.

(SARAH SCREAMING)
(BLOWS LANDING)

Shh.

Shh.

KLAUS: So you're German, too?

SYLVIA: Well, my father is.

KLAUS: I'd love
to meet him sometime.

Can I see you again?

Father made us learn
100 Spanish words a day.

One hundred?
No more, no less.

(CHUCKLING) I was, um...

I was terrible.

I just wanted to
ride horses

and explore Tucumán.

What part of the fatherland
are you from?

KLAUS: We moved all over
during the war.

Oh, so your father,
he was in the army?

SS, actually.

But he was killed
in the east.

Oh, I thought...

KLAUS: We live with
my uncle now. Ricardo.

He's, uh...

He's like a father to us.

SYLVIA: I'm so sorry, Klaus.

That's awful.

Do you ever think
about going back?

To Germany?

Um...

I don't know.

I'm told things.

What things?

Oh... The Jews.

Clawing power back,

taking jobs,
corrupting everything.

Like before.

But, of course,
there are plenty
of them here, too, so...

My uncle says

they pop up everywhere,
like mushrooms after rain.
(CHUCKLES)

LOTHAR: Mushrooms.
(ALL LAUGHING)

Mushrooms.

A toast.

To your father.

A hero, I'm sure.

Prost!

Tell me.

Would I recognize his name?

FRITZ: Mr. Harel.
Mr. Harel.

Just five minutes.
Five minutes.

RAFI: Herr Bauer, please.

Uh, sir, this is
Herr Fritz Bauer.

He's the
District Attorney of
Hessen in West Germany.

He says he's
found someone.

I have a lead
on a great enemy
of our people.

I don't have time for this.
Rafi, take care of it, okay?

FRITZ: Adolf Eichmann is not
just some pencil pusher.

This man
deserves to be punished.

You have the word
of a blind man.

He doesn't need his eyes
to hear the boy's name.

Klaus Eichmann.

Why would this girl, Sylvia,
date a Nazi's son?

Hermann spent time
in Dachau.

He decided
to raise Sylvia Catholic.

She didn't know
she was Jewish?

No.

Has he broken the bad news
to her yet?

(CHUCKLES) She insists
on seeing him still.

Says she's a good Catholic
and the boy is, too.

Okay. Thank you.

Listen, I really appreciate
your coming.

But you have to understand,

I got Egypt wreaking havoc,
the fedayeen,

hikers getting killed
at Masada.

Our resources are limited.

I can't waste them
chasing rumors. I'm sorry.

Think what it means.

Jews finally, publicly,
holding to account

the man who organized
our slaughter.

"Organized." Past tense.

It is my job, Herr Bauer,

to focus on those
who are planning it today.

Thank you very much
for coming.

Please...
Thank you very much.

Just give me one second.

Sir?

Let's say he's right.

Can you imagine the headache
when he tells the world

that we wouldn't waste
our resources

on the architect
of the Final Solution?

Slowly.

Slowly.

What are you...

Should we just stand here?

You're waving at my crotch
in a weird way.

Just get in there.

Don't be afraid.
I'm not afraid.

We're focusing on technique.

Okay. Well, technically,
do it better.

You know why they throw

all the shittiest jobs
at you, right?

I don't know.
Anti-Semitism?

Shall we?

Don't be scared.

(MALKIN GRUNTS)

Hey.
MALKIN: Hey, Rafi.

RAFI: Aharoni, come with me.

You got it.

Where are you going?

RAFI: Aharoni's got
a flight to catch.

I'll call if I need you.

(GUN COCKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

KLAUS: Sylvia.

Klaus.

You made it.
Let me show you through.

Can we go somewhere first?
I need to tell you something.

Can it wait two minutes?
He's about to speak.

Okay.

Carlos.

This is Sylvia.
SYLVIA: Hello.

My word.

Look at those eyes.
Your hair.

Where's your family from?

Um...
MAN: Carlo,

we're ready for you.

Come.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, see those two?

That's the deputy mayor
and a member of parliament.

SYLVIA: Who is that man
you introduced me to?

Carlos Fuldner.

He helped my family
settle in Argentina.

(MAN SHUSHING)

FULDNER: Amigos...

Our 150th
Independence Day approaches.

It will be a chance
for us to dance,

to drink, for freedom.

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

But have you noticed
the roadblocks?

Gunshots.

Violence.

Every day,
across Buenos Aires.

Now should be the time to
celebrate our national unity.

The iron bond
of church and state.

But there's a decay, amigos.

A rot

within our society

that is forcing us to fight

for our beloved
and holy patria.

Who can tell me its name?

Jew!

(MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

FULDNER: Gracias, padre.

Loyal only to themselves.

The Jew will betray
our homeland

and continue poisoning

this great nation
of Argentina.

So I ask you,

what should we do
with the Jew?

Soap!

Again, what must we make
of the Jew?

ALL: Soap!

Jew!
Soap!

Jew!
Soap!

Jew!
Soap!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil!
Sieg Heil!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN 1: Okay. Are you in
or are you out?

MAN 2: I am in.

MAN 1: Peter, your turn.

Peter, let's go. Play.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

MALKIN:
Hey, hey, hey, hey...

Come on, kids!

(BOYS LAUGHING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENS)

MALKIN: Hello.

Mama?

Mama, what's wrong?
What happened?

Your sister!

She was on top,
and I closed it.

It's all right.

I'm sure she forgives you.
(SNIFFLES)

Look.

Beautiful.

Go, put them in some water.
I'll clean up.

A new refrigerator, huh?

Who'd you kill to get that?

Seriously, should I worry?
Is there a dead body in there?
(CHUCKLES)

I haven't seen Hanna lately.

Mama, please.

What?

First, you see her
all the time.

No relationship talk.

You were ready
to start something.

We've been over this.
Eat your soup.

Poof! She's gone.

Please.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Peter, don't you dare.
It's Shabbat.

It could be an emergency.

Don't come complaining to me

if you get sick
after eating cold soup.

Who gets sick
from eating cold soup?
Mama, please.

Hello.

Is this about
the Astypalea thing?

Because, to be honest,

I've read maybe 70%
of the briefing.

No, it is not.
Okay, good,

'cause it's more like 30%.
Listen.

"Finale."

Aharoni's out there now,

running reconnaissance
in Buenos Aires

with our guy at the embassy.

Our contact's daughter,
Sylvia Hermann

has agreed to take us to
Klaus Eichmann's family home.

If it is Eichmann,

they will attempt to get
a positive photo ID.

Why didn't you ask me?
Aharoni's an interrogator.

Precisely.

I wanted someone who would
interrogate the evidence

rather than just shoot at it.

This is strictly
catch-and-extract.

Raf, if it is him,

a bullet would be easier
than dragging him here.

Eichmann will stand trial
here in Israel.

Trial? Nobody needs to hear
what he has to say.

The Prime Minister disagrees.

A trial will help
put all of this to bed.

After all, not everyone's
as emotionally balanced
as you are.

Peter, it isn't
about you, okay?

Okay. I'm in.

HAREL: You're not going.

Every op leader describes you

as manipulative, impulsive,
and self-absorbed.

MALKIN: No one mentioned
my sense of humor?

HAREL: And that fiasco
in Austria,

the strings I had to pull.

You killed
the wrong damn Nazi.

I remember, sir.

It wasn't even the right Nazi.

We are talking about violating
Argentina's sovereignty

while they are celebrating
150 years of independence.

If we fail,

Israel will be humiliated,
the local Jews terrorized

and I've lost
some of my best agents.

So, what makes him
worth the risk?

Well, for starters,
this current plan's

a real piece of shit.

HAREL: Great start.
Peter.

If you wanna get him out
alive, you need a basic crew.

No soldiers, no guns, period.

If we get into a shootout,
we've failed already.

It says here
that you want to extract him

via shipping container,
but that would take weeks.

We do that,
he won't make it past Rio.

The only way is by plane.

Our military planes
can't reach Argentina.

You think
I haven't thought about it?

No. Sorry. Of course, sir.

Of course.

I'm guessing
El Al is not an option?

El Al doesn't fly
commercially to Argentina.

Perhaps if we had
a good cover story,

they could be convinced?

Maybe.

MALKIN:
You said it's Argentina's

150th anniversary, right?

Yeah.

So we get ambassadors,
politicians, whatever...

Send them over there
to say,

"Mazel tov,
hurrah for independence."

We'll invite Abba Eban.
Everybody loves him.

Then we sneak Eichmann
on board,

airlift him here direct.

What about
airport security?

I'll disguise him
to look like one of us.

He'll struggle.
We'll sedate him.

Make him seem hungover,
drunk to shit.

To keep him in that state
for hours...

The only agent that we have...

RAFI: Had.
What?

She's refused every job
I've offered her after Bren.

Well, that wasn't
Hanna's fault though.

The guy was allergic, right?

She's the only one
with the right
field experience for this.

I'll get her to do it.

I thought you two weren't...

What? Together?
Speaking.

She'll do it.
Trust me. Sir...

We'll get him back here alive.

Get Hanna on board,
and we talk.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
ON PA)

Five minutes. Hear me out.
I don't wanna hear.

I don't wanna hear.

Is Mrs. Leveson in prep?
ECG done?

Come on, you know
how important this is.

Hi, Michael.
See you tonight.

What? Who's Michael?

What's tonight?

The trains that shipped

the families to the camps,
that was him.

I'm not joining
your hit squad.

No, that...

Yes, I would happily put
a bullet in between his eyes,

but that's not
what we're doing here.

Did you hear
what happened last time?

Yeah, Rafi told me.
The guy was allergic.

That's what he told you?

No. We kept on landing
and refueling.

Rafi kept telling me
to put him under

again and again and again.

So I did. (SIGHS)

So that was Rafi's fault,
not yours.

My needle, my fault.

"First, do no harm."
That's what we swear.

And I won't break it,
not again.

That's why we need you
in Buenos Aires

where we'll need you
to eat steak.

(HUFFS)
And drink red wine

and definitely go
tango dancing.

(SIGHS)

I need you.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON RADIO)

AHARONI: Another roadblock.
EPHRAIM: For the 150th.

The government says
they're protecting democracy.

They're all over the city.

What are they so afraid of?

EPHRAIM: Commies...

Jews...

Nacionalistas, Peronistas.
Depends who you ask.

You're clear on the plan?

Knock on the door,
deliver the gift.

Get his uncle outside.

Don't give them
cause for suspicion.

Enough of that
to go around already.

(MEN ARGUING)

AHARONI: Listen very
carefully, all right?

If you're feeling
any kind of danger

whatsoever, you get out.

It's gonna be all right.

(EXHALES)

Yes? May I help you?

Hello.
My name is Sylvia. I'm...

(GASPS) You're the Sylvia.

We wondered whether
we would get to meet you.

Come in.

Come in.
Thank you.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

Oh, I just...

Oh, my.
Those are beautiful.

Aren't they?

Is it a special occasion?

This year, even more so.

Smell them.

Smell them.

(DOOR OPENING)

Oh. Hello, there.

VERA: Oh, darling.
This is Sylvia.

The Sylvia.

Such a pleasure.

Klaus and I had a bit of
a disagreement

so I thought
I would come over

and try to fix things.

Oh, that's very thoughtful.

I'll make us some coffee.

Oh, no. No, thank you.
I can't stay long.

No, please.
We're delighted to have you.

(BABY FUSSING)

Munchkin is ready for a nap.

VERA: Papa is ready for
munchkin to have his nap.

Say bye-bye.

So, what do you think?

I'm sorry?

The house.

I mean, still no electricity,
but she's getting there.

Yes,
it's quite lovely, Herr...

Klement.

Señor Klement.
Señor Klement.

I'm sorry.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(MOTORBIKE APPROACHING)

EICHMANN:
The disagreement you had...

I don't wish to pry,

but would you describe to me
its nature?

(DOOR SLAMS)

Sylvia, what are you
doing here?

Hey, watch your tone, Klaus.
I just...

I just came to apologize.

Klaus, you're just
in time for coffee.

No, Sylvia's leaving.

Now, hold on. Just a minute.

Klaus, I said wait a moment!

This is how I taught you
to behave, is it?

(BREATH TREMBLING)

I'm sorry, Father.

You've no need
to call me that.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

KLAUS: Sylvia.

Sylvia.

(EPHRAIM SIGHS)

Did you get it?
I don't know.

What about the girl?

She'll take the bus.

Get out of here.

Sylvia.

Listen.

(SIGHS)

You embarrassed me.

Leaving the meeting
like that.

I know.

I had to leave.
I'm sorry.

Carlos...

He said he thought
you might be...

I am.

Does that
really matter to you?

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

RAFI: Isser is here.

This is Dani Shalom
from Documents

and you know Moshe.
He'd handle the vehicles.

Where is Hanna?

Sorry I'm late, sir.

That steak better be good.

HAREL: Okay.

This is everything
Sylvia Hermann could give us.

As for the pictures, our guy
at Tel HaShomer Hospital

is saying the ears match.

Hardly compelling evidence.

Sylvia heard Klaus
call him "Father."

"You don't need
to call me that."

It's not enough. You have to
make sure it's him.

Give me documentary proof,
come on.

Wait, look.

The flowers. Here.

HANNA: "Vera implied
it was a special occasion."

"This year, even more so."

What date was Sylvia there?
Um...

Here.

The marriage certificate.

Hey, careful.
Like it makes a difference.

There's a system to this.

Here.

Why is 1960 a special year?

Because 25 years ago,

Adolf Eichmann
married his wife, Vera Liebl

on the 21st of March.

We have our guy.

Ricardo Klement
is Adolf Eichmann.

(LAUGHTER)

MALKIN: All right, round two.

Next week
is Buenos Aires.

Yaakov, welcome.

Our wonderful front man.

He's a little ugly,
but we'll make do, right?
(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

HANNA: Okay.

For the ones who can't.

(ALL TOASTING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

May his name
be obliterated, huh?

So, why are we
making him famous?

We should be putting him down
like a mad dog.

That's not
what I'm here for, Moshe.

MOSHE: Yeah?

How many did you lose?

I'm not competing with you.

Hmm.

What?

We're really doing this?
MOSHE: Yeah.

YAAKOV: All right, asshole.

My parents, aunts, uncles,
four cousins.

Dachau.

I'm the only one that's left.

MALKIN: Hey, Moshe, enough.

All right?

Raf, you know
any rock and roll?

Is the Pope Catholic?

(LAUGHTER)

(PLAYING UPBEAT CHORD)

This!
HANNA: Hey!

Yes.

Shall we dance? Yeah?
(CHUCKLES)

Let's dance.
Let's.

(HANNA LAUGHING)
(HUMMING)

HAREL: On your feet
for the Prime Minister.

YAAKOV: Oh, shit.
(PIANO STOPS)

RAFI: It's Ben-Gurion.
Get up. Get up.

Sir.

Is this all of them?
Yes, sir.

BEN-GURION: Good.

If you succeed,

we deny the world
the chance to let Eichmann's

murderous edicts
sink into obscurity.

For the first time
in our history,

we will judge our executioner.

We will also warn off any

who may wish to follow
his example.

If you fail,

he escapes justice.

Perhaps forever.

For the sake of our people,
I beg you, do not fail.

Our memory reaches back
through recorded history.

The book of memories
still lies open.

And you, here, now,

are the hand
that holds the pen.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
ON PA)

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
ON PA)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Rafi sent you.

Disappointed?
(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Mmm-hmm.

Keep your hands
to yourself.

Or Malkin will
kick my ass?

I'll kick your ass.

There's still a thing
with you two.

He'll let you down,
you know.

He lets everyone down.

Ladies and gentlemen,
behold Tira!

The best safe house
money can buy.

With the finest

in counter-surveillance
technology.

EICHMANN: I've lived enough of
life looking over my shoulder.

I only did
what little I could

in Germany's fight
against her enemy.

(APPLAUSE)

FULDNER: What a narrative.
What tales.

Tell me,

these storytelling sessions,

are they for money
or for pleasure?

For posterity.

To correct the lies told
by those swine at Nuremberg.

Hmm.

You left so quickly
after our rally.

We didn't have
a chance to talk.

I wasn't aware a discussion
was to be had, Carlos.

You saw the support we have.

The government is teetering.

Soon we can
come out of the shadows.

All we need is organization.

A mind like yours.

MALKIN:
Who is this Fuldner guy?

AHARONI: SS officer.

Worked with the Vatican,

then Perón to get

Hitler's higher-ranking
officers out of Europe.

They keep a low profile,

but they'll make themselves
known if we slip up.

I've written this all down.
Oh...

Yeah, I'll, uh...
You know, read this.

Right.

(BUS DEPARTING)

MALKIN: The man is
a human metronome.

Every morning, he goes to work

at a Mercedes factory
in González Catán.

Same time, same two buses
there and back.

YAAKOV: Why don't we grab him
at the factory?

RAFI: It's too public.
One witness and we're screwed.

And on his journey home
it's darker, fewer witnesses.

Any blind spots?

There are lampposts here,
here, and here.

There's a blind spot
about five meters.

Should be pitch-black
at night.

That's where you grab him.

And then, hold him here
a few hours ahead of flying.

MOSHE: Wait, can we get him
straight to the airport?

No, it's too dangerous.

I'll be giving him

microdoses of haloperidol
throughout security.

The setup needs to be precise.

So fixing it in the back
of the car, it's too risky.

The wrong dose and he could
slip into cardiac arrest.

Okay. Everyone got
what they need?

MOSHE: Strips of soft metal.
Okay.

Tin, ideally.
EPHRAIM: Write it down.

I'm putting together a squad
of sayanim to help.

Are we sure
that we can trust
the local Jews

to be loyal to us
and not the Argentines?

Yeah. Ephraim worked
with them before, right?

EPHRAIM: Yeah, that's correct.

They know the city,
speak the language.

They'll help limit
our exposure.

People are gonna say
it's a real international

Jewish conspiracy.
(LAUGHTER)

RAFI: Jesus.
HAREL: Okay, hey.

The plane will arrive
in four days.

This is the last time
you're gonna see me

until we have him.

If you need me, leave me
a note at the embassy.

Otherwise no contact,
in case I'm followed.

We'll exchange money
and documents in cafés.

But from now on,
every move you make

and every second it takes
counts for everything.

So don't make
any stupid mistakes.

(SOFTLY)
That's very inspiring.

MOSHE: What about his family?

What if they call
the police or worse?

The authorities
are not gonna

stick their necks out for
a Nazi on Independence Day.

And the safe house still
isn't right, I'm telling you.

Three days isn't enough.

We're gonna make it work.
Will you relax?
Stop worrying.

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH
ON RADIO)

(TURNS VOLUME UP)

Sounds like Khrushchev's got
some American.

A spy pilot, I think.
Shit.

Poor guy.

I hear the Commies
like to use the fingernails.

Tear them out.

Shots of adrenaline
straight after.

Stops you from fainting.

MOSHE: Think the Argies
would do that to us?

You ever think about whether
we'll get to do that to him?

That's not why we're here.

Come on, habibi.

You're telling me that after
what that fuck did to us,

you didn't want
someone here

ready and willing
to make him scream?

(DRILL WHIRRING)

You can have the bed, sir.

Yaakov, son of a bitch.

(EPHRAIM SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LAUGHTER)

HANNA: Okay.

(LAUGHING)

Do you want me to do it?
Maybe.

(GRUNTING)

(WATCH TICKING)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

One more.

Hey, Moshe.
MOSHE: Yep?

Gracias.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(LAUGHTER)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(SHUDDERS)

Talk to me.

I saw him with his boy.

His son.

Beautiful little boy.

They were watching
the trains go by.

We're gonna get him.

Let's catch him first.

(EXHALES)

(BIRDS SCREECHING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

No, gracias.

AHARONI: No, no. Gracias.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Who the hell was that?

You ever seen
that guy before?

MALKIN: Here he comes.

I don't wanna
touch his mouth.

Where is he?

MOSHE: Shit, he knows.
He must know.

AHARONI: We need to leave now.

His wife and kid
are still at home.

He wouldn't leave
without them.

MOSHE: He's done it before.

We have to warn the others.
Let's go. Let's go!

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Look.

Him.

It's him.

AHARONI: Why is there
a second bus?

And that cyclist.

I don't know,
something feels off.

Your call.

Start the engine.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CAR STARTING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MUTTERING SOFTLY)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(THUNDERCLAP)

(SCREAMING)

(EICHMANN GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

Get the sedative.
I got him.

Make a sound
and I'll kill you.

Just be quiet,
you'll be all right.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Okay. Let's go.

MALKIN: Cover his hands.

(GUARD SPEAKING SPANISH)

If you speak
without being spoken to,
you will be gagged.

Open your eyes.

I want you to
tell me your name.

My name is Ricardo Klement.
I'm a Jew from Palestine.

No, you're not.

I was born in Sarona,
the German quarter.

I know my prayers. Listen.

Tell me your name.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(IN ENGLISH) You see?

You've made a mistake.

(CHUCKLES)

Drop me anywhere.
Blindfold me.

I won't tell anyone
what you've done.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

I'll admit I'm a little rusty.

You were born
in Solingen in 1906.

Your father was named Adolf.

Your mother,
Maria Schefferling...

I don't know those names.

It's not true.
My surname's Klement.

And yet, the boy you raise
has the name Eichmann,

does he not?

His father died
during the war.

So you let another man's
progeny call you "Father"?

What is your
current profession?

Foreman.
Mercedes-Benz factory.

Current address?

14 Garibaldi Street.
What does this...

What is your wife's name?
Vera. Vera Liebl.

Who is her son Klaus's father?
What is your name?

(EXHALES)
I am Ricardo Klement.

So you raise
another man's child,

but you feel
only obligation, correct?

Should something
happen to him, like...

Oh, I don't know, let's say
he should suddenly...

Disappear tomorrow,

a part of you wouldn't care.

You once had a mistress
named Maria Mosenbacher,

did you not?
Not that I recall.

Well, that's interesting,
because she gave us a picture.

Do you recognize
the man in this picture?

I can't see him clearly.

Who has his glasses?

The man in this picture
is you.

SS number 45381.
Am I correct?

Again, your number was 45381.

Your number was 45381.

45381.

45381!

It was 45326.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

Enough. I accept my fate.

My name is Adolf Eichmann.

ALL: L'chaim.

(LAUGHTER)

RAFI: All right!

(HANNA LAUGHS)

RAFI: Enjoy.

We pack up after dinner.

What's wrong?

MALKIN: We got him.

Peace?

My mama spends her days
in a dark apartment.

Alone, because of what
men like him have done.

When she can see the look
on Eichmann's face,

when he finds himself
in a country full of us,

that's when I'll have peace.

Come on, Klaus.
Rack your brain.
Who knew?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(MAN SPEAKING)

(BOTH SPEAK SPANISH)

(LOTHAR PROTESTING IN SPANISH)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

MALKIN: (IN ENGLISH)
All right, everyone,
let's get changed

and get out of here.
(DOOR OPENING)

YAAKOV: Listen, everyone.

There is a problem
with the flight.

What?
What?

The airport says
it's been delayed
by 10 days.

Nobody knows why.
Shit.

MALKIN: Ten days?
HAREL: Oh, shit.

MALKIN: It's a coincidence.

It's too soon
for anyone to know.

Not if they found the glasses.

AHARONI: They know.

RAFI: Okay. Ephraim,
tomorrow morning,

you and Moshe,
you return the cars.

If they quibble about damages,
you pay whatever they say.

YAAKOV: We'll need more money.

I'll take care of it.

We're gonna need to watch him
24 hours a day.

We'll do it in shifts.

Now you need us
in the room with him?

He could swallow his tongue,
try to hang himself.

We're not gonna let him

wriggle his way out of this.
Understood?

Aharoni's the only one
who speaks to him.

If you've something to say,
keep it to yourself. Got it?

MOSHE: And if they find us?

We're not gonna
just let him go, are we?
(BANGS TABLE)

RAFI: Hey, hey. Shh.
(OTHERS SHUSHING)

Quiet.
He can hear everything.

MALKIN: We have him.

Now we just lay low,

play the "Who's a worse cook
than Rafi?" game.

Mmm-hmm.
Hard part's over.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GAS HISSING)

(HISSING STOPS)

(FLY BUZZING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

AHARONI: Germany issued
an extradition request

a few months back.

They suspect
he's hiding here, too.

HAREL: Okay. From now on,
nobody leave this house.

RAFI: That's right.
We all sit tight.

HANNA: He's a scared,
old blind man.

It's our fault they got him.

MALKIN: What are you
doing here?

Peter, listen to this.

(SIGHS)

The police arrested
Lothar Hermann.

Claiming he's Josef Mengele.

Josef Mengele?
Yeah.

The Angel of Death himself.

HANNA: This is a bad joke.
This is Fuldner's people.

They're using him as bait.

HAREL: It's worse than that.

El Al is refusing
to send the plane.

They say first they need
something from us.

A signed document
from Eichmann

saying he'll willingly
come to Israel.

(CHUCKLES) What?
They're out of their minds.

HANNA: Are you serious?
Enough.

Can't we have Dani fake it?

No, we have no idea
what his signature looks like.

Aharoni...

Can you squeeze a
signature out of him?

Can you?

Of course, yeah.

HAREL: Well, he's going
to need to read it.

Did you replace the glasses
that you lost?

Thank you.

For these.

I'm grateful.

You want me to stand trial
in place of an entire regime?

I'm offering you
a fair trial.

If these are German crimes,

they should be tried
in German courts.

That's not an option.

Ask your superiors
to negotiate.

If they refuse, I do, too.

I have no desire
to be your scapegoat.

I'd argue the architect
of the Final Solution

has plenty to answer for.

The architect

of the Final Solution.

Do you deny your title?

We love nicknames.

They used to call me
the Little Jew.

Did you know that?

I read about Nuremberg.

Those swine,
Wisliceny and Höttl,

blaming the absent
to escape the noose.

Well, then refute them.
Come to Israel.

Make your case to the world.

I would rather die
than have my history told

the way someone else
would like it to have been.

You have no interest
in what I have to say

unless it confirms what
you think you already know.

Tell me, what is it
that I think I already know?

The... (SIGHS)

May I have a cigarette?
You may not.

EICHMANN: The exact
consequences of my work

were kept hidden from me.

I was merely a cog
in a machine,

digging its way to hell.

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

By the end,

I was chained to my desk
20 hours a day.

My job was simple.

Save the country I love
from being destroyed.

Is your job any different?

But none of
what I say matters.

Your lawyers
and your lying press

will try the man
they think they know,

not the one
who sits before you now.

RAFI: Forty, 60, 80, 500.

Okay.

Graciela.

Qué?

(IN ENGLISH) Uh, groceries.

AHARONI: Can someone else
feed him?

MOSHE: It's your turn.
I know it's my turn.

(STUTTERS)

I'm asking for a favor.

(SNIFFLES)

All done.

You're the man who grabbed me.
I know your voice.

Yes.

Please, just tell me,
my family, are they safe?

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

KLAUS:
You said you had news.

Do you know the number
of people buried here

because they wouldn't listen?

Everyone should
visit this place

once in a while to remember

things can go the wrong way

if you don't behave
the proper way.

Two Jews returned a rented
Buick to a shop near Acassuso.

They paid for it
in US dollars.

But the vendor
called the police

when he saw that the license
plate had been tampered with.

And the rental documents?
We don't know.

Their identification
was forged.

We'll talk to shopkeepers.

If so much as an empanada
is paid for in dollars,

I want us to know.

MALKIN: It's a little tight.

YAAKOV:
Don't any of them come

with some actual shape
to them?

Is there any medium?

HAREL:
We are running out of time.

Fuck you.

HAREL: We have
to get the signature.

AHARONI: He's being
belligerent.

The problem is,
he's got no incentive to sign.

If the easy way doesn't work,
do it the hard way.

You have my permission.

This guy convinced rabbis
to load the trains themselves.

And not by force.

You can't strong-arm
a guy like that.

But if we can
relate to him...

If you appeal to his...
Humanity?

His ego.

Make him feel like
he's in control...

AHARONI: I appreciate
your trying to help.

But he's as slippery
as they come.

Spots tricks a mile away.

This only works
if we wear him down.

If he knows there's no escape,
eventually he'll yield.

Yeah, but that's not working.

AHARONI:
You've done your job.

Will you leave me
to do mine?

EICHMANN: Let's put the shoe
on your foot, shall we?

You're a soldier ordered
to make me sign this,

but are you or your superiors
responsible for that order?

I'm offering you a fair trial.

(FOOT STOMPING)

(STOMPING CONTINUES)

EICHMANN: Herr Captor,
I need the lavatory, please.

It's, uh...

It's quite serious.

(SIGHS)

This would be much easier
if I had something to read.

Should we lend him your copy
of Mein Kampf or mine?

I remember visiting my father
at the Tramway and Electrical.

I was nine.

He introduces me so proudly.

"My boy," he says.
(LAUGHS)

"This is my boy!"

So, imagine my dismay

when I had to use the bathroom
and unleash sheer hell.

(EICHMANN GRUNTING)

I said,
"Everybody does it, Papa.
Everybody shits."

I think about that still.

To this day.

(SNIFFS)

If only you'd cover my nose
as well as my eyes.

MOSHE: So this is
the master race.

Oh, we used to say
to be the perfect Nazi,

you had to be
as slim as Göring,

as tall as Goebbels,
and as blond as Hitler.

(CHUCKLES)

May I wipe now, Herr Captor?

My family,
are they safe, please?

Of course they are.
(SHUDDERS)

What do you think of us?
Thank you. (CLEARS THROAT)

Thank you...

Herr Captor.

I wonder...

If I might
keep speaking with you.

That jobnik they send,
he won't listen.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Round face,
straight brown hair, heavyset.

I want eyes
at all major transit points.

This is one of the Jews
who took Ricardo Klement.

MOSHE: Would you like
some more?

HANNA: Uh, no.
No, thank you.

YAAKOV: Oh, great.

Beef. Again.

I'd kill for a fish.

RAFI: Shut up
and eat your cube cheese.

Why is it so bland?

AHARONI: It's missing
the bacteria.

A nice goat's cheese...

RAFI: You know that
Lifta cheese back home?

It's really strong.

(CHUCKLES)
You remember when Miriam

made a cheesecake with it
by accident?

(CHUCKLES)

And you ate a whole slice
just to make her happy?

"Oh, Miriam,
this is really good."

You know,
Lifta's an Arab cheese.

Is it? I didn't, um,
ask to see its papers.

Oh, this is a joke, right?

Giving money to our enemies?

The people who want us dead?
It's hilarious.

Aharoni, you tried
that one yet?

See if it works on Eichmann.
YAAKOV: Calm down.

He'll sign. We're close.

We should string him up and
beat a signature out of him.
(BANGS TABLE)

That's what they'd do to us,
but no! That'd be too easy!

Instead, we have to feed him!

Relax, Moshe.

It's just cheese.

EPHRAIM: Moshe.

You're up next.

No, no, it's all right.

I'll take his shift.

Why won't you sign?

I'm an Argentine citizen

accused of crimes
committed in Germany.

Oh, don't be modest.

Lithuania, Hungary, Poland...
You were quite the traveler.

I should be tried
in one of those countries.

(SCOFFS)

I don't buy it.

You can't win a war

if soldiers don't
follow their orders.
(SCOFFS)

No, that's not good enough.

The truth will out, you know.
What is truth? Whose truth?

No one will listen to me.
I wanna listen.

I'll be treated like a dog.
A show trial.

To pin everything on me.
We held those, too, you know.

The preening prosecutors,
the compliant judges.

My God, this is...

That's...

You look like shit.

Huh!

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Some of your men want to.

I can smell it
when they're in the room.

May I ask you something?

I'm not in a position
to refuse.

Is it true
you called the camps
"liquidation machines"?

(SCOFFS)
Mengele called you all
"kosher salami."

Everyone used flippant terms
for dirty work.

To make us seem like animals?

We're all animals

fighting for scraps
on the Serengeti.

Some of us just have
bigger teeth than others.

You know, I tried to help.

For years,
I got your people
out of the country.

That was my solution.

I wanted the Jews
sent to Madagascar.

Yes, dying of malaria
is nicer than poison gas.

Very thoughtful of you.

Other countries
wouldn't take you.

But that didn't stop me
from trying.

I negotiated with your
Dr. Kastner in Hungary.

Trucks for lives.

We tried to save Jewish lives.

He was a hero.

And yet, your people shot him
in cold blood.

Imagine what they'd do to me.

I didn't know about that.

(EICHMANN CHUCKLES)

That's why you're here,
Herr Captor.

To make me think
Israel will listen to me.

I just always
fancied myself a barber.

Your razor.

The brand.

It's a lot older than you,
I think.

From Solingen.

Like me.

My papa died in Israel.

One of those pesky Jews
who survived.

Oh.

So you didn't lose anyone.

I'm glad.

I don't know what I'd have
become if my family had...

MALKIN: I spoke to him.

HANNA: Why?

I was trying
to get him to sign.

Curious.
What did he say to you?

He said we're all animals.

The Jews?

No, no, everybody.
Jews, Germans.

All animals.

Bullshit.

If we were animals,
he would be in pieces now.

He says he was
just following orders.

He chose to do it.

And we are choosing
to keep him alive.

To let him speak.

But not here, not now.

Keep your distance.

EICHMANN: Eleven.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

The boys love this.

I prefer the older stuff.
Fourteen.

Carlitos Gardel.
Fifteen.

El Zorzal Criollo.
Sixteen.

Seventeen.

Enough. Enough?

Enough.

Tell me about you...

Herr Captor.

I want to know what it was

brought our lives together
like this.

(CHUCKLES)

How about this? You sign,

I'll tell you anything
you wanna know.

Aha...

You're striking a deal.

I'm establishing
a trading post.

But I'm fresh out of trucks,
before you ask.

It is... (SCOFFS)

It is poor form to negotiate
from a position of weakness.

There's an art
to these things.

Always know the man who sits
across the bargaining table.

Well, now's your chance.

You sign, I'll tell you
anything you wanna know.

I would like
to offer a counter.

Your name in return

for my consideration
of your terms.

Just your name.

Is that asking so much?

Dani.
(COUGHS)

We are running out of time.

(CLEARS THROAT)

HAREL: I'll see you
in an hour.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

I am so close, sir.

He's going to break.
I know he's going to break.

Sir, we're hearing that

the Nazis are searching
the neighborhood.

I recommend
that we move Eichmann

to another safe house.

We can't move him.
It's too risky.

Forget the damn paper,
forget him signing.

Let's just get him out.

It's much more complicated
than that, Yaakov.

El Al is the only way out.

What do you mean,
"It's much more complicated
than that"?

Hey, Yaakov,
let's just relax, okay?

EICHMANN: Look at me.

I do want the world to know
what really happened,

but it needs to be fair.

People have to listen.

In Israel, they just want
to see me suffer.

MALKIN: No. Not if they
see you the way
I've seen you.

Talk to them,
the way you talk to me.

You can tell your story,
the real one.

In a country
where my family

cannot even come
to watch me die?

No.

No. I'd rather end it all.

Right now.

Please, just ask
your superiors.

For my family's sake, please.

(DOOR OPENS)

AHARONI: Dani's ready for him.

Hey, you're making
everyone very nervous.

Take a walk.
Just around the block, okay?

(EXHALES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GATE RATTLING)

(GATE OPENS)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Hide him, quickly.

Go. Go, go, go.

(MAN WHISTLES)

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)
(SHUSHING)

(WHIMPERS)

Anything?
MAN: No.

(MUFFLED COUGH)

Peter, help.

(EICHMANN COUGHING)

No wonder he hasn't broken.

MALKIN:
All he knows is my name.

I've just spoken to him.
Is it true
you give him cigarettes?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

Of course he wouldn't break.
He's... He's...

He's getting
room service here,

catering to his every whim.

Did you think
for even a second

what was going to happen, huh?

We're all going to rot
in a cell because of you.

I can get the signature.
Oh, give me a break.

That's bullshit.
HANNA: Let him.

Let him try.
Bullshit.

Let him try.

"Let him try"?
That's nonsense.

He's compromised us all again.

Sir, I can do it.

We've got no choice.

Get us his signature.

L'chaim.
L'chaim.

I think you should sign.
Why?

Because I believe you.

Tell them what you told me.
About the orders you ignored.

They'll only hear
the ones I took.

You and I both know
I shall die in Israel.

Don't lie to me, Peter.

Why am I the one guilty
for my country's mistakes?

So you'd say what you did
to my people was a mistake?
(SCOFFS)

We were told that Germany,

our land of hope
and possibility,

was being overrun.

If we were to survive...
Yes, but there's a line.

And you believe you people

have found that line,
do you? Funny.

I've heard the rumors.

A facility
in the Negev Desert.

You know, a hydrogen bomb

rarely asks the age
of its victims.

That's not the same thing,
and you know it.

You watch.
They'll cremate my body.

I don't know. I don't know
what they'll do in Israel.

And not everyone will give you
the chance to say your piece.

Whom did we take
from you, Peter?

Think about your boys.

If you sign, they'll know
you told the truth.

That you went to Israel
with nothing to hide.

Whom did you lose?

We lost six million.

I'm asking about you.

Oh.

She's beautiful.

She was more than my sister.

She was my teacher,

a parent,

my friend.

She had
three beautiful children.

(GULPS)

May I ask how she died?

We think...

In the woods near Lublin.

I'm afraid I don't...
I wasn't asking.

Of course.

She would've died
protecting the little ones.

I know that much.

I'm sorry.

I am truly sorry.

May I...

May I ask her name?
(SIGHS)

Fruma.

(SOFTLY) Fruma.

Her name was Fruma.

I saw you...

Watching the trains.

You were counting the wagons
with your boy.
Ah.

Just like Fruma used to do
with her little boy.

The only difference

is that her boy is dead,
and yours is alive.

Are you a family man, Peter?

Maybe one day.

It only gets harder
with age, trust me.

(SCOFFS)

You have a woman, I'd assume,
so why no children?

I think you know why.

I think perhaps you worry

that the future
will look like the past.

(SIGHS)

I hope that changes.

For your sake.

I would like to ask
one last thing.

I would like to
see my wife again

one last time before I die.

If you sign, I'll make sure
you see your wife again.

You swear it, Peter?

On Fruma?

On Fruma.

(DOOR OPENS)
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

You did it?

(LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISTLES)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GRACIELA SCREAMING)

(GRACIELA CRYING)

FULDNER: We know
you work for the Jews.

If you want this to stop,

you must tell me
where he is, my dear.

I don't know.
I don't know.

KLAUS: Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

(WAILING)

My name is Klaus Eichmann.

I just want my father back.

Please.

Help.

Help me,
and I can make them stop.

(GRACIELA WHISPERING)

(MEN CLAMORING)

(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)

RAFI: Let's clear the house
of all personal items.

Moshe, prep the cars.

Yaakov, get the luggage ready.

YAAKOV: Okay.
Where is Graciela?

Someone call her?

EPHRAIM: I'm on it, boss.
Go get Eichmann ready.

We leave in one hour.
Let's go.

Okay.
Time to go, is it?

Yeah.

I'm gonna examine you,

and then give you
a shot to relax.

Understood?

Sounds very peaceful.

HANNA: Sit back.

You remind me of her.

His Fruma.

I said I couldn't help,
but perhaps I can.

Her story...

Your story reminds me
of when I was sent east.

General Müller asked I check
on the Einsatzgruppen there.

Morale had dropped.

They needed
an authority figure

to reinvigorate them.

And to my mind,
(CLEARS THROAT)

I wondered if I might
solve the issue,

find a less chaotic manner

of proceeding
other than vans and bullets.

It was horrifying.

Five thousand Jews lined up
to stand in this pit.

I had to drink schnapps
to keep from fainting.

I remember a woman
and her baby.

She begged
for the child's life.

She lifted it up

as if she might
give her baby to me,

as if I might save it.

I would on occasion
do such things.

An old acquaintance,

people who might be of use,
but this...

HANNA: Stop talking, please.

Then, bang!

The bullet that killed her

goes straight through
her child first.

I remember wiping its brains
off my jacket.

Do you think that's how
we did it, Peter?

Do you think that's how
we killed Fruma?

I'm gonna hope
it was that quick.

That they didn't do the things
some soldiers do,

but then we'll never know.

HANNA:
Peter, don't listen to him.

They'll say
my death is justice

for all the people you lost.

That makes my life
worth six million Frumas.

How does that make you feel?

Knowing that she's not worth
the spit in my mouth.

Let go of the syringe. Peter.
Do it, for God's sake!

Go on, do it, you coward!

Leave the room.
HANNA: Don't!

Make her worth something.
Get out of the room.

Leave the room, Hanna.
Peter, that's what he wants.

Leave the room right now!

Go on, do it!

Rafi!

HANNA: Get him out.

He's ready.

(EXHALING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

RAFI: (WHISPERING)
Leave the cars.
Out the back.

RAFI: Moshe, do your thing.
Yep.

AHARONI:
I got him, I got him.

Go around.

MOSHE: Come on, come on.

MALKIN: The car's too small.
We're not gonna fit.

MAN: Policía! Policía!

(MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Go get in the other car.

What about you?

There's no room.
I'm staying.

I'll find my own way home.
Tell me what it was like.

MEN: Policía!

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Aharoni.

I should've...
No, no, no.

It's all right.

You got what we needed.

I just... I...

(STAMMERS)
I just needed to be there.

I know. I know. Me, too.

Our slot is in 15 minutes.

You better hope
your people hurry up.

Don't worry.

(GUARD SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hola, amigo.
Hola.

(GUARD SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY)

(EPHRAIM SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Gracias.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Adiós, amigos.

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Take him up.
I'll get rid of the car.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

MAN: You are cleared
for landing, 25 right.

Winds are 234 at 6.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

355855, this is Buenos Aires.

We currently have you
on radar.

MAN 2: Affirmative, G994.

Quickly, strap him in.

(EICHMANN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PLANE ENGINE STARTING)

Air traffic control,
this is El Al 4X-AGD.

NOTAMs checked
and flight path confirmed.

Ready for takeoff.

El Al, slot for you in five.

Confirming landing
permits now.

Can I speak to you
for a moment?

I'm sorry.

I lost it over there.

No.
You know that I love you.

It's just about you?

Your pain, your hate.

It's a long trip.
In the air, we'll talk.

All right.
Hmm?

(ENGINE POWERING DOWN)

What's going on?

TOHAR: We have a problem.
HAREL: What?

We have to stop in Dakar
to refuel.

We filed a landing permit
this morning,

but now they're saying
they don't have it.

That's impossible.

AHARONI:
It can't be an accident.

What do you wanna do?

They're sending someone
to collect our copy.

How long is that gonna take?
WEDELES: Fifteen minutes.

Thirty, maybe.

What if one of us
ran it over?

Would we be able
to get back in time?

(SIGHS)

HAREL: Can someone
from your crew go?

TOHAR: I am not leaving
any of my crew behind.

I'll go.

Give me the permit.

(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Landing permits. El Al.
Who do I...

Okay. They can go now.

Immediately. Or the next slot
is in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes?

That gives you
time to re-board.

Do it. Send the plane now.

WEDELES ON PA:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we have been cleared
for takeoff.

What about Peter?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MEN SHOUTING)

Let go of me!

Let go!
My father's on that plane!

Let go!

Let go of me!

(DOOR OPENING)

BEN-GURION: Ladies and
gentlemen of the Knesset,

a short time ago, the most
notorious Nazi war criminal,

Adolf Eichmann, responsible
with the Nazi leaders

for the extermination
of six million

of the Jews of Europe,

has been discovered
and apprehended.

Adolf Eichmann is already
under arrest in Israel.

He will shortly be placed
on trial in Jerusalem

under the terms of the law

for the trial of Nazis
and their helpers.

(DOOR OPENING)

MALKIN: All fixed.

Take her with you.

Ticket.

Identification.

Very nice.

Join the back of the line.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Tickets.
AHARONI: Peter.

Quite a line.

It's all right.
I'll help you get in.

(CLEARS THROAT)

HAUSNER:
I stand here before you,
Judges of Israel,

to lead the prosecution
of Adolf Eichmann.

But I am not standing alone.

With me
are six million accusers.

But they cannot rise
to their feet

and point toward him
who sits in the dock,

and cry out, "J'accuse!"

For their ashes

are piled up
on the hills of Auschwitz

and in the fields
of Treblinka.

Their blood cries out,

but their voice is not heard.

Therefore,

today I will be
their spokesman,

and, in their name,
I will unfold
the awesome indictment.

The history
of the Jewish people

is steeped in suffering
and tears.

Yet, never down
the entire bloodstained road

traveled by this people...

Hey.

You know,
they say the only thing
Eichmann will talk about

is what the cover
of his autobiography

is going to look like.

You chosen yours yet?
Uh-uh.

You think
Miriam would let me
make that decision?

She barely lets me
choose breakfast.
(CHUCKLES)

You gonna go back in?

I don't know.

You don't have to.

Fruma won't hate you
for letting go.

You got him. Remember that.

No.

It wasn't just me, Raf.
Nah.

Doesn't matter anyway.
No one's gonna know
it was us.

History only remembers
the tall people.

(CHUCKLES)

What about Napoleon?

Who?