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Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

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Hi. I'm Charmian.

Charmian Ross.

Kurtz: We are thrilled to meet you, Miss Ross.

Believe me.

He's different.

I can feel it.

You don't kiss like -- -With a smile, please.

With...

He's different. I can feel it.

You don't -- -Loving.

He's different.

Rachel: Loving, Miss Ross.

What's that meant to mean?

Fewer teeth.

Good.

That anger?

Hold it and try something a little new.

I want you to take the essence of the scene

and make it your own.

Um...

The other night, I was in the pub with him.

My mates, too. And --

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And I was smiling along,

playing snooker, pool, whatever,

and I saw these pissed old farts in the corner,

hassling this lady.

-Get off. -Come on, Charlie.

Leave it. It's fine.

I started a fight.

I started a fight with this idiot in charge.

-Charlie. -No!

Do you know what a word like "poof" means to him?

-Chas! -And I shoved him.

I shoved him, and he -- he went flying, and I-I felt...

I threw up on the snooker table, Chas.

He didn't even know I was gay!

Ah! I felt so alive.

I'm sorry.

Johnny grabbed him and -- and pulled him away from me,

and I saw him falling in love with me.

Infinitely. And he saw me burning inside.

For God's sake.

Ooooh, shit!

And in that moment, his eyes were endless.

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I grabbed him the moment we got outside,

and he kissed me so hard that his teeth hit mine.

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Pleasure's the antidote to death, right?

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Marty: Two clocks, two batteries, yes?

Litvak: That's what this German said.

They will tell us the attaché was the target.

We fly all the way from Israel for that.

Do you think it was the uncle?

The 'Outspoken Talmudic Scholar'?

Oh, as if there is any other kind.

Yes, thanks to the attaché's survival, we have a witness.

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Which name was I going to use?

Schulmann.

Dr. Paul Alexis.

-Yes. -Department 6.

The blast came from the au pair's room.

Wonderful work.

Pretty girl, this au pair?

Young?

Au pairs are usually young, but...

Sure, sure.

Uh, tell me, was Mrs. Fineberg present

when you interviewed the attaché?

Naturally.

He was still in shock. Why?

I think I should speak to him alone, don't you?

I think the guilt that is stopping his mouth now

will force it open if it is just us Israelis.

Oh.

The au pair's beautiful friend,

uh, what were her distinguishing features?

Anything unique?

I never said she was beautiful.

Didn't you?

Well, what was she wearing then?

A cardigan.

A cardigan.

Hmm. -Hello.

And how -- how far was it buttoned up?

Honesty now.

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Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Your au pair.

Fineberg: Ucki didn't tell you?

Yeah, she left on holiday just two hours ago now.

I thought she wasn't leaving till tomorrow.

Her mother gave me this to bring her.

Records.

Ucki's crazy about Yankee pop.

Marty: Blonde or brunette? Dyed or natural --

up or down?

-Would you like to -- -My friend is waiting.

Blonde. Dyed. Down.

Hmm.

An attractive Western girl, again.

And you took the suitcase up to the au pair's room?

Yes.

Into the au pair's room?

- That is true.

Now, think hard.

Was there anything else?

Anything about this woman that she, herself, might miss?

A bracelet? Rings? Earrings?

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Driving? On foot?

Driving, uh, an NSU.

The color, uh, salmon or peach, uh, Vienna sausage.

Copper-brown. NSU makes a copper-brown.

She was in the passenger seat,

looking back at me, over her shoulder.

Back? What about the head rest?

I'm certain I saw her face.

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What about the driver?

He was Arabic.

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He looked worried, I think.

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This was everything that was retrieved.

Ja, Herr Schulmann.

Nothing elegant?

Absolutely everything?

Everything related to the bomb.

Was there something like this?

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Thank you.

A copper-brown NSU was found abandoned in a car park

outside of Munich this afternoon.

The head rest?

-Missing. -Right.

Only the passenger side.

Get her description out.

I want surveillance on every suspected safe house in Munich.

Okay.

Ah.

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Ah. Lovely.

Ha.

It's rather big, isn't it?

They tattooed adults and children the same size.

Children grow.

So does the tattoo.

My God.

Dr. Alexis.

May I call you Paul?

Yes.

I have learned it is best, as Israelis, to be selective.

Find a friend, help him along in his profession.

Guardedly. Informally.

And, in return, we expect our friends to help us.

Huh?

So...

A few years ago, a bunch of Palestinians

raised a certain amount of hell in my country.

First, they hit a supermarket in Beit She'an.

Next, a few settlements.

And when they began to attack schools,

I could not take it any longer.

They were four brothers, our intelligence said.

Family. And the eldest of them...

Hmm, he had a genius to him.

I'm sorry to compare him to a German,

but he was Mozart.

An Austrian.

Hmm?

Mozart was.

Oh. That's right.

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Khalil.

Khalil.

Khalil, the eldest.

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I put together a team,

and within months of our investigation,

any normal Palestinian couldn't have lit a match near Israel

without us hearing of it first.

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But then...

Milan.

And Zurich.

And now... -This.

Yes.

You know the Arabic driver of the NSU?

This was the youngest brother.

Ah.

Mm-hmm.

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Khalil's cells are discreet,

impenetrable,

and his people never take the same route twice.

But, with your help, who knows what is possible.

Because, you see, Paul, sooner or later,

a man will sign his name.

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Set free, child, after such wickedness as yours.

What are you dreaming of?

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You promised me my life, but you lied!

You think that life is nothing more than not being stone dead?

And to keep from me

everything that brings me back to the love of God,

when it is your wickedness and foolishness

that tempts me to hate him.

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Light your fires,

for I know your counsel is of the devil

and mine is with God.

-Blasphemy! -Treachery!

-Blasphemy! -She's a witch!

-Witch! -Burn the witch!

Monk: It's Satan!

* Ich steh' ja so auf Disco *

* Von Freudenstadt bis San Francisco *

* Er steht ja so auf Disco *

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Tell Marty we've got her.

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Man: Thank you.

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A lot of magic tonight.

Sophie: Charlie.

-Hmm? -Someone left it for you.

-Did you see who? -No, sorry.

Dawn took it. I think she's buggered off.

Hmm. It's a bit light.

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Marty: We're already in motion, Noah.

The enemy is using Westerners.

So must we.

Our fiction has to match their reality.

Can't you find a Jewish ear, sir?

You can't count on gentile loyalty.

If you want to catch a lion,

a toy goat won't play her, Noah.

Our goat has to be alive.

Has to smell right.

Has to taste right.

Has to have a heart.

Even if it is in the wrong place right now.

I don't buy it.

This is our chance, Noah.

We get to Khalil through Salim, his baby brother.

No. We take him out.

This fiction nonsense. Infiltration?

The government needs immediate action, Marty.

Have your actions stopped Khalil before?

Huh?

Let us be surgeons this time,

not butchers.

We get inside Khalil's network, then we catch him.

The budget for what I am proposing

will cost less than the gas in your jets for a single raid.

You are a dreamer, Marty. Always were.

I am an artist.

And, with respect for your rank,

you are a bourgeois asshole.

Oh, of course.

I will need 10 more team members for this.

10?!

-We got the five men? -Mm.

Should have asked the bastard for 20.

The retired lady in London, uh, Miss Bach, gift for creation.

-The lush? -Yes.

I want her in Munich tomorrow.

And get me the old forger, Schwilli, too.

So, the lush and the crazy. Perfect.

They're a perfect pair, just like you and me.

When Miss Bach strays, he bores her back into sobriety.

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Hi. Charlie painted this herself. Mad, isn't it?

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Salim: Necessary sacrifices.

Two Zionists killed in Germany,

and the Palestinian cause is all over the news.

One of them was an 8-year-old Zionist.

I'd love to know your politics at that age.

Al, the 8-year-old Marxist.

I thought you were against the Zionists.

As it happens, I do feel like

there's a way to achieve peace without killing people.

-Darling. -Turn the music down, mate.

Hush.

You brilliant people, I-I just spoke to our agent, Mary.

We have an angel who's fallen in love with our troupe.

-What does that mean? -Shush! Quiet!

He's sending us all to Greece...

What?! ...on some sort of corporate charity jaunt.

-What? For rehearsals? -Really?

What? Why are we going non holiday for work?

"As You Like It"?

You'll bloody love it.

A patron?

What is this, the 1680s?

Oh, just come with us. Come on.

Work another shift to cover the fare.

For God's sake, Charlie,

bombs going off in Germany and you're celebrating

'cause you get to sun yourself

and neck Boutaris in Greece.

Oh, if only you got work, right?

Then you could come out there with us and ruin our fun.

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Willie: Let's go from the top of the page.

Sophie: Your heart's desires be with you.

Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous

to live with his -- -Lie.

-Lie. -It's "lie with his mother."

You said live. It's lie.

Come, where is this young gallant

that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

Ready, sir.

But his will hath in it a more modest working.

Oh, I'm going for a slash.

-Hey. -Anyone want a drink, huh?

No, thanks, Al.

-No. -No, thank you.

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Charlie.

This was supposed to be our rehearsal jaunt.

I know. I know.

I'm an idiot. I'm sorry.

Marty: Who owns that apartment?

Oded: Some left-wing German banker.

Ha-ha!

She's a character, this one, Marty.

Feisty.

Litvak: You like her?

A child killer?

She is patient, Shimon, which is admirable.

Like Oded.

I forgot to ask, Oded.

How is your myopia?

Did you see the specialist?

I did. Thank you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Michel.

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Marty: My God.

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Little brother Salim has grown up.

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Why are you still wearing that?

-What? -You stupid?

-No. -Someone will recognize it.

Take it off. Take it off now!

Too late.

You've called the devil in.

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Shh.

Come on.

How hard would it be to put a rocket

across that road right now and end it?

We've done it before.

Shimon, that boy is a blessing to us alive.

What about our boys, huh?

Are they not a blessing, too?

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This way. I need to show you something.

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'72 Olympics.

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11 Israeli athletes held hostage here

and killed by Palestinians like Salim.

You must've been a kid when it happened.

You're still a kid.

I remember it, though.

Two killed here. Nine at the airport.

I saw it on TV.

Hmm. You know what wasn't on TV?

They castrated one of them.

So, grow up...

and hold onto your balls.

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We must be as patient, Shimon, as they are.

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-Hi. -Hi.

We met on the ferry, right?

On the way over here?

-Yes. -You didn't tell me your name.

-Rose. -Ah.

Where are you from?

South Africa.

Daddy brings his yacht here when he's on business.

Athens was so boring.

I'll come down, yeah? -Yeah, yeah.

Come down. -Charlie?

Hmm?

-It's him. -What?

He's back.

Action Man.

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Why does he keep on hanging around us?

You think he's following us?

We've seen him at the market, the pier, the taverna.

He hasn't looked at us once.

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I bet he knows we're watching him.

Oh, screw it. I'm going in.

What? Sophie.

Sophie!

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You look like you might be thirsty.

Um...soif? Sete?

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Thank you.

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-What happened? -He's -- He's got scars.

What?

Yeah, like someone's taken a red-hot piece

of wire to him or something.

He could be a gangster.

Did you catch his name?

Didn't quite get that far, I'm afraid.

But I saw what he was reading --

Debray's "Conversations with Allende."

Well, I love him.

We should buy him a drink.

-A fireman? -What fireman reads Debray?

-My kind of fireman. -An addict?

-A terrorist? -You're an oil trader.

Yeah, you look like you should work in oil.

Oh, you would look good covered in baby oil.

-Oh. -A spy.

No, he's an actor.

Look at him.

Me and you, Hollywood, how about it?

Al got an audition.

Not a bloody audition.

A part.

Just last night, the producers booked me

first-class ticket out tomorrow, so...

He's Joseph.

Can't you see?

With his coat of many colours.

Charlie.

What's your name?

-Peter. -Peter what?

-Charlie! -Charlie!

It's fine. Peter what?

So you're Charlie.

I thought that was a boy's name.

Well, I'm a girl.

-José. -Charlie.

No, honestly, you lot are like little kids.

Animal, vegetable, mineral.

-Chas. -Can you not see his schtick?

International man of mystery.

-Chas. -Look at that face.

Yeah, well, don't come crying to me

when he cleans out your travellers cheques.

Came here to work, guys.

She --

If you are going to leave me in here,

give me some beer and caviar, you angelic Zionist saviors!

Aaaah!

Did you say something in there?

There are speakers,

so if you want, you can listen to it in here.

Oh Miss Bach, you have outdone yourself.

Better even than I expected.

A couple more scratches on the walls, perhaps?

As quick as you can. I need your steadiest hand on this.

-Trust me. -Mm-hmm.

Ah. Our newest hunter.

Welcome back, Daniel.

Still kosher, I presume?

Shimon, make sure he has everything he needs.

He's a big boy. He can handle himself.

Uh, thank you for calling me up, Marty.

Mm.

I was losing my mind in Tel Aviv.

I've missed this cheerful bastard.

Oh, he is a ray of sunshine.

We have put bunks upstairs for napping in shifts,

and the bedroom is for Miss Bach only.

And please make sure you sleep.

A night without rest...

Is a day without perspective.

Mm-hmm.

Paulie: Oh, he is devilish, isn't he?

-Who invited him? -That would be me.

What? Mind the fire.

-Yeah. -What's that in his hand?

-Is he trying to... -Hello, big man.

Willie: Oh, look at that.

So excited.

-Look at this. -Hey!

-Lovely. -Very dangerous.

-What, are you going, love? -Evening.

-Evening. -Hello.

Uh,

Sophie: Please don't ignore me again.

What?

You too, come on. To the beach!

Let me get a towel or a blanket.

Once more up to to the beach, dear friends, once more!

Paulie: Get some wood for the bonfire.

We're gonna have this whole beach to ourselves.

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Do you know this tune, then?

You were humming it at the taverna.

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Guillaume de Machaut?

-No. -No?

Our friend wrote it for us back in London.

St. Joan.

Oh.

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* If you meet me at the red barn *

* As sure as I have life

* I'll take you to Ipswich town *

* And there make you my wife *

Oh, I'm getting lightheaded.

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* This young lad went home to fetch his gun *

* His pick ax and his spade *

* He went on to the red barn *

* And there he dug her grave

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* I promised I would marry her *

* Upon a certain day

* Instead of that, I was resolved *

* To take her life

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* To take her life away

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Hello?

Michel's on the move already.

Just booked a plane ticket, Marty.

Say it again, Oded?

He's just booked himself a plane ticket.

We're off to the races!

Where is he flying to?

-Istanbul. -Hmm.

Perfect. Closer than we hoped.

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-Okay, see you, Marty. -Thank you.

-I can't believe it. -No. No, no, no.

Think like him for a moment, Shimon.

He collects the Semtex in Turkey, yes,

and then drives back into Europe,

then on his way to his next attack.

But where will that be?

There's only one passage open to the West by land.

We have to move faster than we expected

so we grab him at the border crossing here,

on the Greek side, just like we planned.

We are a go. Start cleaning, Miss Bach.

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Morning.

Oh, I'm -- I'm working.

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Shall I get you a table, sir?

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Peter: Richtoven.

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What?

My name.

Peter Richtoven.

Ah.

You're from Germany.

I'm a mongrel.

Even mongrels have homes.

Not all of them.

Passport.

Mongrels tend to object to people

fixing their identities with pieces of paper.

Surely you, as a progressive, would understand that?

How do you know I'm a progressive?

You make a good show of it.

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Oh, look, this is ridiculous.

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Boutaris?

How do you know I like Boutaris?

I don't. I like it.

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Do you always drink at 9:00 in the morning?

Not in moderation.

Have you ever been to London, José?

Red Dragon Theatre?

Why? Should I have?

No.

Rosalind.

My favorite of all Shakespeare's leading ladies.

Who says I'm playing a leading lady?

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I found something.

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After that dispute, I moved to London.

And, God, yeah, I haven't --

I haven't spoken to Mum since.

I didn't want to ask her for anything,

so I-I've been doing bar shifts and sofas all the way.

Hmm.

I wouldn't have thought you'd be such a good listener

all the way up there.

Why aren't you married, José?

Peter.

Well, why should I be?

Well, I mean, at your age.

Thank you!

And why aren't you?

Er...I refuse to be a slave to patriarchy.

My new answer from now on.

There was a divorce. A few years ago.

Well, of course, on my side,

there's the small matter of my deeply dodgy taste in men, so...

What is it? You keep on trying to say something.

I thought you'd look good in a bolder color.

I'm leaving.

Today.

Oh, no.

Where to?

Athens.

To tour a little.

Ah.

I don't suppose you fancy joining me?

Just for a couple of days.

If your friends can spare you.

Why?

Well, because I'm dodgy.

Charlie! Come here!

-Come on! -Come over here!

Yeah, okay.

-We need a song! -Come on!

* Show 'em how we do it now

* Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing *

* Yeah, yeah

* Show 'em how we do it now

* Show 'em how we do it now

* Let's show the world we can dance *

- Yahoo.

* Baby, baby

* Doo, doo-wop, wop

* Oh, shoo, baby, baby

* Shoo, doo-wop, wop

* Shoo, doo-wop, wop

* Oh, can't you see

* I love you, honey, please

* I need you, baby, please

One strawberry ice cream, please.

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Paul: The younger brother.

Marty: Mm.

We believe he's recruited girls like this before.

Oh.

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This one is Anna Witgen. Some flimsy,

Swedish outcast from Baader-Meinhof, actually.

Thank you, Paul.

Now, my turn.

I believe this Anna Witgen may recently have met

with the baby brother right here, in Munich.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

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Are you going to walk all the way to California?

Thessalonika.

Kind of vaguely heading that way.

As vaguely as you like.

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Open up the back then.

Can't carry this on my lap.

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Ooh.

Fancy.

Show it to me again?

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Now, I will need a touch more help clearing something

across your notoriously fastidious border.

What something?

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Well, it's a certain medical patient

who will be in a state of emergency.

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I feel like a giant chick.

A devilish mongrel and a giant chick.

Oh, my God.

Rose.

Rose!

What?

You got all those scars from women, didn't you?

Don't you care for it?

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My mate has a jacket just like that.

Peter: Does he?

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If I ask where we're going, will that ruin the surprise?

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They're coming.

To be honest, José, I, um, I'm --

I'm not -- I'm not a fan of the al fresco fumble.

I'm a three-course meal for mozzies.

Leaves me feeling a bit exposed, you know?

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Oh.

Charlie: Oh, my God.

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Charlie:

Where is everyone?

Peter: It's closed at night.

You bribed the guards?

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How will I ever fall in love after this?

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They built it to Athena, Goddess of Wisdom.

She gave her name to the city.

You're kidding.

They called it Erechtheion.

Oh, come on!

No, it's true.

The Byzantines then changed it into a church,

the Ottomans, a harem.

Now, the same thing happened -- The same thing happened to the Parthenon.

The temple was built in mid-5th century B.C.

and was dedicated to Athena Parthenos, a virgin.

The temple remained intact until 5th century A.D.

when it was then transformed into a church.

But soon after, a mosque.

Then there were various wars up until 1803

when the Brits decided to solve it all

by sending in Thomas Bruce, Lord Elgin,

to steal whatever he could and enshrine it

as an act of heroism

by selling it on to the British Museum.

Thanks for the history lesson, though.

Very enlightening.

Where'd you get all that?

Same guide book as you, obviously.

Human sponge, me.

Read it, hear it, it's in.

-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.

So what did I say to you the first time we met?

Well, you thought that Charlie was a boy's name.

It then took you 19 hours to tell me your name,

which is Peter Richtoven.

You're a mongrel, you hate passports,

you drink Boutaris at all hours of the day.

You act like you've been everywhere in the world

except London. You think I'm Rosalind.

You were married once before,

but you don't like talking about her.

In fact, you don't seem to talk too much altogether,

and when you do, you let on very little,

which you think is incredibly mysterious and alluring,

and actually, it's just really annoying,

and we both agree that you're a bit dodgy.

Shall I carry on, or will that do?

Don't.

Hmm?

Please.

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So, where are we going now?

Taj Mahal?

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Actually, what is this?

-This? -Yeah.

Th-This.

All fur coat and great, bloody chastity belt.

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Okay, you need to slow down.

I thought you liked fast cars.

I never told you that.

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For God's sake, stop.

Well, why are you going so fucking fast?

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Shit!

Okay, I've changed my mind about all of this,

so can you stop, and I'll -- I'll get out and walk?

It's not far now.

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What?

What?

What's not far?

No. I want to go home.

Can you just stop, please?

I'll just get out.

Please.

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What's going on?

Some sort of white slave trafficking?

Please tell me some good news.

Please.

The good news is I have lied to you as little as possible.

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Oh, God.

Oh, God.

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Rose?

Ahh.

It's me. It's me. Hey.

Look, I'm not gonna hurt you, all right, girl?

All right, girl. -What's going on?

It's okay. It's all right.

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Welcome, Charlie.

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I am the producer, writer, and director of our little show,

and I would like to talk to you about your part.

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