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(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?