All language subtitles for The Little Drummer Girl (2018) - S01E01 - Episode 1 (1080p BluRay x265 Ghost)

8:30.

Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Yes!

And that, Al, is how you play pool.

Snooker. And it was a bloody fluke.

Yeah, yeah.

-Ignore him, Chas. He's the enemy.
-Mm-hmm.

-What's the matter?
-Do you think you can do it again, love?

What's the matter? Why do you look angry?

Easy now.

I'll get the little poof!

Coming, Charlie?

You got a problem?

-Charlie, it's...
-What's wrong with him?
-Charlie.

No. Do you know what a
word like "poof" means to him?

Chas.

It's the kicking outside Brixton tube.

It's the bottling at Camden Palace.

It's every time he's been punched
in the face just for being who he is.

Apologize.

You want to tell her?

What?

I...

I threw up on the snooker table, Chas.

Last time I came in.

It was a third bloody time too.

Didn't even know I was gay.

Apologize?

Yep. I'm sorry.

-Shit.
-When have we ever...

-Shut up.
-gone to Camden Palace?

He called you a poof, all right?

Two clocks, two batteries, yes?

That's what this German said.

You think it was the uncle?

The outspoken Talmudic scholar.

Oh, as if there is any other kind.

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

Which name was I going to use?

Truland.

- Dr Powell Alexis.
- Yes.

Department 6.

I prepared two offices for you to use.

- Ehm, this one...
- Thank you for you generosity.

- And the one next door.
- Yes.

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.

Was there anything else
out of the ordinary, anything

that the attache didn't mention,
any deliveries, packages?

- No.
- Where are you holding the evidence?

We are collecting and sorting
through it all at the moment.

Uh, tell me,

was Mrs. Fineberg present
when you interviewed the attache?

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.

Come now, Aaron.

Tou are a man.

If God wished it any other
way, he would have made it so.

Brother to brother here.

You are right.

It's my fault.

Oh God...

it's my fault.

- I took a delivery.
- You are to know.

I am aware of the security guidelines...

My son...

Details, Aaron.

Elke's beautiful friend,

what were her distinguishing
features? Anything unique?

I never said she was beautiful.

Didn't you?

Well, what was she wearing then?

Cardigan.

A cardigan.

Hello.

And how...

How far was it buttoned up?

Honesty now.

Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Ucki?

Sorry. Elke, Your au pair.

Oh, Ucki. Yes. Yes, I
heard her friends call her.

Ucki didn't tell you?

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.

Blonde or brunette, dyed, or natural?

Up, or down?

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

Blonde, dyed, down.

Like the au pair, as they planned.

And you took the
suitcase up to Elke's room.

Yes.

Into Elke's room.

Yes.

Now, think hard.

Was there anything else, anything about
this woman that she herself might miss?

A bracelet, rings, earrings?

Driving, on foot?

Driving.

An NSU.

The colour... salmon or
peach, Vienna sausage.

Copper brown, NSU
makes a copper brown.

She was in the passenger seat...

...looking back at me.

Back?

What about the headrest?

I'm certain I saw her face.

What about the driver?

He was Arabic.

He looked worried, I think.

One of his targets wasn't in the house.

He must have been frustrated.

Yes.

Come now, Doctor.

An Israeli diplomat,

a man who inspects his
car for bombs every day.

He takes out a pistol at
his doorbell's slightest ring.

To you or I with our clear consciences,

a delivery from an au pair is
just a delivery from an au pair.

But, Herr Fineberg, I suspect there are
deliveries we can discuss before our wives

and those who cannot.

Well, unfortunately, I'm in
the middle of the divorce.

Oh. Then you know this from the other side.

Me, I never grew up, I find
these little details amusing.

This was everything that was retrieved?

Ja, Herr Schulman.

Nothing elegant, absolutely everything?

Everything related to the bomb.

Was there something like this?

Thank you.

A copper brown NSU was
found abandoned in a car park

outside of Munich this afternoon.

The headrest?

- Missing.
- Right.

- Only the passenger's side.
- I'll get her description out.

I want surveillance on every
suspected safe house in Munich.

Ok.

Oh, lovely.

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.

You're getting a new job soon,

it seems. A desk job.

Bigger desk, smaller job.

In terms of you, a man's
life is precarious too.

Upstream, downstream.

I've learned it is best,

as Israelis, to

be selective, find a friend,

help him along in his profession,

a little, guardedly,

informally,

and in return we expect
our friends to help us.

Now... 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.
And the eldest of them...

He had a genius to him.

I'm sorry to compare him to a German,

but he was Mozart.

An Austrian.

Mm?

Mozart was.

Mm.

Khalil.

Khalil.

Khalil. The eldest.

We went after them hard.

Small teams of the Sayaret, effective.

The middle two brothers were no trouble.

One of them had a soft
spot for a girl in Amman.

He walked into some machine gun fire.

The second made the
mistake calling a friend in Sidon.

The Air Force blew his house to pieces.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

We expected Khalil to collect
reinforcements, come back at us, but

a year passed. Then...

Milan.

And Zurich.

- And now...
- This.

Yes.

Sorry.

You know the Arabic driver of the NSU?

This was the youngest brother.

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.

Am I not to be set free?

After such wickedness as yours,

what are you dreaming of?

You promised me my life, but you lied!

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

But 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.

Light your fires,

for I know your counsel is of
the devil and mine is with God.

Blasphemy!

- Treachery!
- Blasphemy!
- Witch!

- Witch! Burn the witch!
- Burn her!

Satan!

Tell Marty we've got her.

Charlie,

someone left it for you.

Did you see who?

No, sorry, Dawn took it, I
think she's buggered off.

It's a bit light.

This is our chance,
Noah. We get to Salim,

- his baby brother.
- No. We take him out.

This fiction nonsense, infiltration?

The public needs immediate action, Marty.

Have your actions
stopped Khalil before, hm?

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 arsehole.

Oh, of course.

I will need ten more team members for this.

Ten!

We got the five men.

Should have asked the bastard for twenty.

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.

The perfect pair, just like you and me.

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

He's...

He's different.

I can feel it, as

Grateful.

He's different.

I can feel it.

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

With a s...

He's different.

I can feel it. You don't...

Loving.

- He's different.
- Loving, Miss Ross.

What's that meant to mean?

Fewer teeth.

That... that anger,

hold it and try something a little all new.

Show us who you are, Miss Ross.

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

and I saw these pissed,
old farts in the corner

hassling this lady.

I started a fight.

I started a fight and it was
for a good cause. It was.

And I knew what I was
doing, all of them watching,

with this... this idiot in charge.

And I shoved him, I
shoved him, and he...

he went flying and I, I felt...

ahh, I felt so alive.

See, I can feel it.

All the time. Like the
wolves are circling me.

Johnny grabbed him and
pulled him away from me

and I saw him falling in love with me.

And in that moment...

his eyes were endless.

Pleasure's the antidote to death, right?

Thank you, Miss Ross,
that was interesting.

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

I'll be right back. Bye.

Cheers!

Moving forward,

we must engage with the UN's radical
new concept of a two-state solution

if we want to...

How is Margaret Thatcher's
road to Downing Street

the same as Americans
carpet bombing Cambodia?

So you side with the Tories.

No, I want to know how
we're going to get rid of her.

Well the Arabs have it right.

You see, they don't pussy-foot
themselves into a corner.

Darlings!

Hush, you brilliant people.

I... I just spoke to our agent, Mary.

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

Shush, listen, quiet.

He's sending us all to Greece.

- What?
- On some sort of corporate charity jaunt.

Oh, my God.

We're going to Greece?

- Oh, my God.
- We're going on holiday.

I've never even gone to the airport!

A patron?

What is this, the 1680s?

Oh, just come with us.

Come on, work another
shift to cover the fare.

God's sake, Charlie.
Bombs going off in Germany,

A totalitarian bitch headed for power.

and you're celebrating because 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!

No. See, I'd feel classed out.

But not like you, though.

Trip down memory lane for you, isn't it?

- Don't, Al.
- Is that what it was like?

- When Daddy was stealing money?
- Excuse me?

What was his job description, eh?

- Thief?
- How dare you?

You're too easy to wind up.

See, if it wasn't for all that,

you'd just be like every
other posh girl, wouldn't you?

Yeah, yeah, that was
what it like actually, Al.

And maybe this time
when I'm out there, I'll meet

someone whose future is
more than his shitty past.

And I'll toast you after back here
moaning to anyone who'll listen about

how the world just couldn't handle you

and that that's why you're such a pathetic
drunk who has to shout to feel big.

You're tiny, Al. Tiny.

And when I get back from Greece,
I'll never want to see you again.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Let's go from the top of the page.

Your heart's desires be with you.

Come, where is this young gallant, that
is so desirous to live with his mother-

- "Lie".
- "Lie".
- "Lie".

-It's "lie" With his mother.
-It's not "live", it's "lie".

Come, where is this young gallant that
so desires to lie with his mother Earth?

Ready, sir.

But his will hath in it a
more modest working...

I'm going for a slash.

- Hey.
- Anyone want a drink? Hm?

- No, thanks, hun.
- No? Okay.

Charlie. This was supposed
to be our rehearsal jaunt.

I know, I know.

I'm an idiot. I'm sorry.

Who owns that apartment?

Some left-wing German banker.

She's a character, this one, Marty.

Feisty.

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.

Stop.

My God.

Little brother Salim has grown up.

- Why are you still wearing that?
- What?

- Are you stupid?
- No.

People will recognise it!

Take it off, take it off now.

Too late.

You've called the devil in.

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?

You must have 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.

You know what wasn't on TV?

They castrated one of them.

So, grow up...

...and hold on to your balls.

- 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.
- Mm?

- It's him.
- What?

He's back.

Action Man.

Why does he keep on hanging around us?

Do you think he's following us?

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

He hasn't looked at us once.

I bet he knows we're watching him.

Oh, screw it, I'm going in.

What? Sophie. Sophie!

You look like you might be thirsty.

Erm... soif?

Sete?

No?

Thank you.

What happened?

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?

We 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.

You should buy him a drink.

- A fireman.
- What fireman reads Debray?!

- My kind of fireman!
- An architect?

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

You look like you
should work in oil.

Oh, you would look
good covered in baby oil.

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 a 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, Jose.

- Charlie...
- No, honestly, you lot are like little kids,

animal, vegetable, mineral.

- Chas.
- Can you not see his shtick?

- International man of mystery.
- Chas!

- Look at that face.
- Yeah, well, don't come crying to me

when he cleans out your travellers
cheques. We came here to work, guys.

If you are going to leave me in here

give me champagne and caviar,

you angelic Zionist saviours!

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.

Couple more scratches
on the walls, perhaps?

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

And your sweetest breath. Hmm?

Trust me.

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.

Ah, thank you for calling me up, Marty.

I was losing my mind in Tel Aviv.

I've missed this cheerful bastard.

Oh, he is a ray of sunshine.

- Hello.
- Michel is on the move already.

Say it again, Oded?

He's just booked himself a plane ticket.

We're off to the races.
Where is he flying to?

Istanbul.

Perfect, closer than we hoped.

- OK, see you, Marty.
- Thank you.

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

Think like him for a moment, Shimon.

He collects the Semtex in Turkey,
yes, and then drives back into Europe

and on his way to his next
attack, but where will that be?

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

They have to move faster than we expected,

so we grab him at the border crossing here

before he has a chance to make up his mind.

We are go, start cleaning, Miss Bach.

I found something.

Oh, he is devilish, isn't he?

-Who invited him?
-That would be me.

What?

Hey, mind the fire!

What's that in his hands?

- Is he trying to kill us?
- Hello, big man.

So excited.

Look at this.

Lovely.

Where are you going?

- Evening.
- Evening.

Hello.

Ah, soif? Sete?

Please don't ignore me again?

You two, come on.

To the beach!

- Once more unto the beach, dear friends,
- Can we get a towel or a blanket?

- once more!
- Oi! Oi! Get some wood for the bonfire.

Do you know this tune, then?

You were humming it at the taverna.

Guillaume de Machaut?

- Nope.
- No?

A friend wrote it for us back in London.

St Joan.

Ah.

♫ If you'll meet me at the Red Barn ♫

♫ As sure as I have life ♫

♫ I will take you to Ipswich town ♫

♫ And there make you my wife ♫

Oh, I'm getting light-headed.

♫ This young lad went
home to fetch his gun ♫

♫ His pickaxe and his spade ♫

♫ He went unto the Red Barn ♫

♫ And there he dug her grave ♫

♫ My name is William Corder ♫

♫ To you I do declare ♫

♫ I courted Maria Marten
both beautiful and fair ♫

♫ I promised I would marry
her upon a certain day ♫

♫ Instead of that I was
resolved to take her life ♫

♫ To take her life away ♫

Morning.

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

At your table, sir?

Richthoven.

- What?
- My name.

Peter Richthoven.

Ah! You're from Germany.

I'm a mongrel.

Even mongrels have homes.

Not all of them.

Passport.

Oh, look, this is ridiculous.

Boutaris?

How do you know I like Boutaris?

I don't. I like it.

Do you always drink at nine in the morning?

Not in moderation.

Have you ever been to London, Jose?

Red Dragon Theatre.

Should I have?

No.

Rosalind,

my favourite of all
Shakespeare's leading ladies.

Who says I'm playing a leading lady?

After that dispute, I moved to London.

God, yeah, I haven't... I
haven't spoken to mum since.

I didn't want to ask her for anything,

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

I wouldn't have thought you'd be such
a good listener, all the way up there.

Why aren't you married, Jose?

Peter?

- Why should I be?
- Well, I mean, at your age.

Thank you.

Why aren't you?

Uh... 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 colour.

I'm leaving.

Today.

Where to?

Athens.

Tour a little.

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, OK.

Come on.

You've got nothing to declare, right?

Yep.

One strawberry ice cream, please.

We believe he's recruited
girls like this before.

Some flimsy Swedish outcast
from Baader-Meinhof actually.

I believe this Anna Witgen
may recently have met

with the baby brother right here in Munich.

Really?

Are you going to walk
all the way to California?

Thessalonica.

I'm kind of vaguely heading that way.

As vaguely as you like.

Open up the back, then.

I can't carry this on my lap.

Fancy!

Show it to me again.

Now, I will need a touch
more help clearing something

across your notoriously fastidious border.

What something?

Well, it's a certain medical patient...

...who will be in a state of emergency.

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?

They're coming.

To be honest, Jose, I, um,

I'm not... I'm not a fan
of the alfresco fumble.

I'm a three-course meal from Ozzie's.

My mate has a jacket just like that.

Does he?

Where is everyone?

It's closed at night.

You bribed the guards?

How will I ever fall in love after this?

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.

It's true.

The Byzantines then
changed it into a church.

The Ottomans, a harem.

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

The temple was built in mid-5th century BC

and was dedicated to
Athena Parthenos, the virgin.

The temple remained
intact until fifth century AD,

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 did you get all that?

The same guidebook as you, obviously.

Human sponge, me.

Read it, hear it, it's in.

- Yeah?
- Mhm.

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 Richthoven.

Tou'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 is just really annoying,

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

Shall I carry on, or will that do?

Don't.

Please.

So, where are we going now?

Taj Mahal?

Actually, what is this?

This?

Yeah, this.

All fur coat and great
bloody chastity belt.

OK, you need to slow down.

I thought you liked fast cars.

I never told you that.

For God's sake, stop.

Why are you going so fucking fast?

Shit.

OK, I've changed my mind
about all of this, so can you stop

and I'll get out and walk?

It's not far now.

What?

What? What's not far?
No, I want to go home.

Can you just stop,
please? I'll just get out.

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.

Rose?

It's me, it's me, OK?

I'm not going to hurt you, all right, girl?

What's going on?

It's OK, it's all right.

Welcome, Charlie.

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

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