All language subtitles for The Promise (2011) S01E02 Part 2 (1080p BluRay HEVC x265 10bit E-AC3 2.0)[DHB]_track3_[und]-eng

Shit! I left my wallet on the table.
Get in, I'll be right back. OK?

Tea?

- Tea, sir?
- Yes, please.

- Thank you.
- You're so welcome.

MAN: This is pretty, innit, huh?

(MAN LAUGHS)

(CLATTERING)

There's still something there, Abdul.

Very nice, Abdul, very nice.

Morning!

Just having a bit of a laugh
with the charwallah, sarge.

You don't mind, do you, Abdul?

No, sir.

I think you're right, Miggs.
I don't think he'll mind at all...

especially when you present him
with his bits and pieces

all polished up nicely
so he can see his face in them.

But you won't want to do that
until you've done ten laps of the camp

at 0500 tomorrow.

Will you, private?

No, sarge.

Go on, then.

Help him collect them up.

It's got a relic
of Saint Someone-or-Other inside it.

Just like
all the other ones on the stall?

- That's right.
- Cheers, mate.

Happy birthday.

MAN: I thought he was supposed
to leave her alone.

Morning.

All right.

What's their problem?

Rowntree's fucking eyes and ears.

Did you sew these yourself?

I'll be giving you my present later...
if you behave yourself.

You want to watch that one -
she'll have you for breakfast.

- I'm serious.
- Yeah?

Serious case of the pot and the kettle,
more like.

What do you mean?

A ring and a passport, mate -

that's what little Clara wants.

Thanks.

Thanks.

I'm surprised you still want to see me
after what your father said.

You're forgetting I'm being paid
by the city to make you feel at home.

So, that's all it is then, a job?

Of course.

What else should it be?

I feel more at home with Europeans.

Jews born out here, Sabres, they...

don't want to talk to us, to be friends.

For them, a meeting with a woman
is about marriage, a business opportunity.

So you're not interested
in marriage, then?

I just like practising my English.

Would you ever consider
going back...to Europe?

Who knows?

Maybe.

I'm sorry, I'm keeping you.

No, no, you're not, I've...

I've got a meeting up at Army HQ later.

You'd better take me home, then.

Better say goodbye here.

I don't want you getting in trouble
with your father.

He's not here.

No-one is.

Why don't you come up?

(PANTING AND MOANING)

Now, that's more like a Sabre.

Make love to a woman
and when she wakes, you're gone.

You know it's not that.

If I keep the Colonel waiting,
they'll send me home in irons.

I'm sure your Colonel won't mind
another five minutes.

Please, Len, don't go.

- Where have you been?
- I got held up.

Yeah? We saw you
getting "held up" in the club.

Rowntree thinks
you should leave that one alone...

after what happened with her father.

Right. Sit.

Operation Bulldog -

the simultaneous cordon and search

of the entire city of Tel Aviv
and its surrounding villages.

Every Jewish male of serviceable age
is to be interrogated.

Every home, every public building...

school, hospital, factory...

synagogue, searched for weapons.

It will require 17,000 troops
and take four days.

We intend to break the Irgun
in one decisive stroke.

Rowntree.

Absolutely no word of this operation

can be allowed to reach
the terrorist thugs ahead of H-hour.

That means every detail has to be kept
out of sight and earshot

of the entire Palestine civil service
and every military clerk.

And it means these files have been
laboriously typed by our own fair hands.

LEN: A vehicle's exploded
in the street, sir.

COLONEL REID: Any casualties?

I think so, sir, yeah.

COLONEL REID: Well, get back inside -
you're a sitting duck out there.

MAN: Come in.

Colonel Reid's compliments, sirs.

He suggests you step back in
from the balcony

and away from the windows
in case of further attacks.

(COUGHING)

Everyone all right?

(ALARMS BLARE)

(SIRENS WAIL)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(REPEATS IN HEBREW)

Sorry, I don't speak Hebrew.

I'm looking for my friend.

You can sit here. The doctor
will be with you in a second, OK?

Paul!

Paul.

Sorry. I feel a bit...

I can't hear you -
my ears are still ringing.

How did you get out?

I looked everywhere,
but I couldn't find you.

MAX: Paul!

Yeah, I'm OK.

- Are you OK?
- I'm OK.

- Oh, thank God!
- I'm OK.

Oh, thank God!

- What about you? Shall I get some...?
- Don't worry about me, I'm fine.

OK.

Thank you for calling.

Over here!

Hello? Can you hear me?

Quiet!

Can you hear me?

Take this bit, take this bit.

All right, love, can you hear me?

Easy.

- Got it?
- Easy does it. Easy.

- Right, get her.
- I've got her.

- Have you got her?
- Yeah. Slowly. Slowly.

Watch yourselves.

Len!

- What's the matter? What's wrong?
- What's wrong?!

I've just been digging my friends
out of a hundred tons of rubble,

that's what's wrong.

I know, it's dreadful - two of my friends
worked there. They were Killed.

But you're angry with me -
what have I done?

Why did you make love to me, Clara?

What kind of question is that?
You know why I make love to you.

Do I? It only seemed to occur to you
after I said I was due at the King David,

and then you did everything you could
to stop me leaving.

You knew about the bomb
and you were trying to protect me.

Don't.

- Don't...
- Stop it.

It's true.

It's true I would do anything
in my power to protect you,

but I know nothing about the bombing -

I was just trying to show you I love you.

(DOOR SHUTS)

MOHAMMED: Excuse me, sir.

Charwallah, right?

Yes, sir. Please come.

Please, sir?

(SHOUTING)

Please, quickly - there...sir.

Next man touches him,
I'll fucking kill him!

No-one - repeat, no-one -

gets Regimentally Scrubbed
in this company.

I don't care what's happened outside,
what the provocation -

it doesn't happen, or those involved
will have me to deal with.

And I promise you, those sorry fuckers
will regret it as long as they live.

Do I make myself clear?

Sarge.

Another bloody skiver.

Look at some of this lot.
I feel like a fucking fraud in here.

They said I stank, sarge.

You know what's going on here, Alec.
It's nothing to do with that.

I can still get you that boat home
if you want.

No.

No, sarge, I'm staying put.

l...I just wanted to thank you
for coming to find me earlier.

Well, anyway, thanks a lot.

I'm very sorry about the death
of all your friends, sir.

Thank you.
Sorry, I don't know your name.

Abu-Hassan...
Mohammed, sir.

Thank you, Mohammed.

MAX: It's OK. He's home now. It's OK.

- LEAH: I can't bear it.
- MAX: Let it go, let it go.

Are you OK, Erin?

Honestly, I'm fine, really.

Would you prefer to be at home?

I don't know.

You've been incredibly brave...

...but we just want you to know,
if you need to go, it's fine.

We'll arrange it.

Eliza would understand.

You decide, OK?

And whatever happens,
you should ring your mum.

She shouldn't hear it
first on the news.

(SOBS)

Hi, this is Chris.
Sorry I'm not here to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone,
and I'll call you back.

- Erin.
- Oh, my God, you're here.

Oh, yes, sorry.
I was just coming to find you.

They let me out
on compassionate leave.

- Are you OK? You look a bit...
- I'm OK.

Just a bit shaky.
How long have you been sitting here?

I don't know. A while.

Dad said you were amazing.
Thank you.

It was nothing compared to, you know...

ERIN: They had to dig him out.

The weird thing is...

...I don't really know him...

...hot like I know you and Lottie.

I only see him, like,

twice a year,

then all we do is fight.

But I don't know, it's...

What?

It's just...

ELIZA: I can't bear to see him
lying there like that!

He's my big brother,
for God's sake.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

(SOBS)

It's insane!

I mean, the others on the train
were so hardline,

like, "Fuck the Arabs,
we'll drive them into the sea."

And I'm like, "Don't be so racist,
see the other point of view."

And they're like, "Oh, you're such
a lefty pinko," which I'm totally not -

I'm just, you know, saying
what anyone from London would say.

- Right.
- But it's just...all Paul does,

all he thinks about,
is trying to help the Palestinians,

and they do this to him.

ERIN: It's so weird.

What?

My grandad's just been blown up too.

Look.

ELIZA: That's the King David.

That's right. How did you know?

Everybody knows.

It's really famous.

(DEEP BREATH)

Hi.

How are you feeling?

- Oh, careful.
- Sorry.

OK.

Shall I get them?
They're just having supper.

What about you?

- (FOOTSTEPS)
- Wasn't hungry.

It was a brother and a sister.

Bombers. It's just been on the news.

ERIN: I know, I saw them.

I haven't told you this, have I?

That was why
I was coming back to get you.

They were really weird,
I knew there was something wrong.

They're animals.

- That's what was wrong.
- PAUL: Oh, please.

Oh, please, what?!

Do they actually have to blow you
into little pieces before you see sense?

How can you defend them
after what they've just done to you?

- (SCOFFS)
- It's not funny, Paul.

Six people died in that caf�.

You're right.

It's not funny.

It's pathetic.

So, the people who did this to me
are animals?

In your heart, you know they are.

Erin, show Mum that photo of
what happened to your grandfather.

The one you showed Eliza before.

I thought you were asleep.

He was there?

I know, it's such a creepy coincidence.

It's completely different.

Is it?

I think it's exactly the same.

People blowing up buildings

because they can't make their point
any other way.

I think you should tell Erin about
the animals who blew up her grandfather.

One particular animal, at least.

Tell me what?

Who?

LEAH: It's nothing, really.

My father was one of the bombers.

He blew up this hotel.

Yes.

What is it?

- (RINGING TONE)
- Pick up, Mum, please.

Hi, this is Chris.
Sorry I'm not here to take your call.

Please leave a message after the tone
and I'll call you back.

(BEEP)

Hi, Mum, it's me.

Look, don't panic but there's been
a bit of trouble out here.

I'm fine, completely OK,
but there's been this suicide bombing.

(TEARFULLY) Eliza's brother's been hurt
and, um, I'm a bit shaken up.

And I want to come home now, please, Mum.

I want to come home.

No doubt you've read
the newspaper reports about the rioting

and damage to Jewish property
in Manchester

as a result of the blowing up
of the King David.

Let me be clear.

There is to be no looting,
no wanton damage,

no acts of retribution against
the Jewish population here of any kind.

Having said that, we are here today
to teach these people a lesson.

No warning shots are to be fired.

Curfew breakers and others
suspected of terrorism and thuggery

are to be shot dead on sight.

Pull away.

No-one in or out?

Tucked up tight since midnight, sarge.

(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

FRANK NASH: Up here, sir.

This way.

Where is he?

FRANK NASH: The Irgun took him out
last night, apparently.

That's what the family are saying.

They knew we were coming. Must've.

(FOOTSTEPS)

They're up all over the city.
It's our battle plan for the operation.

Call signs, everything.

Sir...do you want us to go ahead?

Certainly. They've been harbouring
one of the King David bombers.

(RAISED VOICES)

(THEY SPEAK HEBREW)

He says they had nothing to do
with the King David bombing, sir.

They were being held at gunpoint
by the Irgun.

He's begging us not to blow up
their home...for the sake of his children.

Er, take them to Gan Me'ir.
They can sort it out there.

You two, load 'em up.

(WOMAN SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

Keep 'em moving?

Nazi!

SOLDIER: Stay out of the way!

(INDISTINCT VOICE OVER RADIO)

(BABY CRIES)

(MAN AND WOMAN SHOUT IN HEBREW)

- Anything?
- No, sarge.

Anything?

No. Clean as a whistle, like always.

Where's Alec?

Dunno. Ain't seen him.

Sarge.

- Where've you been?
- Just taking a piss, sarge.

SOLDIER: Gas chambers this way!

This way to the gas chambers.

Come on, this way to the gas chambers.
Getin line.

That's enough.

One more word and you're on a charge.

Sorry about that.
That shouldn't have happened.

Tut mir leid. Kann nicht sein.

Jackie, over here.

Put your hand over that.

D'you feel that?

It's a ventilation shaft.
Something's down there.

Entrance must be nearby.

Come on,
they wouldn't keep anything in here.

Please, sergeant,
is this really necessary?

(TAPPING)

(HOLLOW TAP)

Take a look at this. Here.

You look like a German
in a fucking POW camp.

(CHILDREN GASP)

Jack...

Wonder where this leads.

(CREAKING)

Fuckin' hell.

LEN: Probably the roundabout.

(CHILDREN SING IN HEBREW)

Thank you very much.

(MOUTHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Are those for me?

You never know. Maybe.

Yes?

Arms discovered at Mesheq Yagur, sir.

Thank you. Sit down there.

What happened this morning
was very serious.

We went to extreme lengths
to keep Bulldog secret

but the Irgun knew
every detail of the operation.

Do you have any idea
why that might have happened?

No, sir.

No idea, sir.

Hm.

Alec Hyman?

He's a member of your section, I believe.

Yes, sir.

What do you make of him?

As a soldier or as a Jew, sir?

Well, you made a special case for him
staying when we first arrived, I think.

Yes, sir.

So, you have no doubts about him?

- In what way, sir?
- Do you think he can be trusted?

Yes, sir. I do.

I see you've been serenaded.

Yes, sir.

Do you know what that flower is?

It's a poppy.

No, it's an anemone.

In Hebrew they call it kalaniot.

The song they were singing to you
has the same name.

Red for the paratrooper's beret,

black for his heart.

It's not meant kindly, I'm afraid.

Mohammed, here you are.

For your wife.

Thank you, sir.

I hope you've got a good appetite.

- Why?
- Because old Mohammed there

is gonna to be inviting you
back to his house for dinner.

You've put him under an obligation.

You'll never get shot of him now.

Welcome, welcome.

- Hello.
- This is my cousin, Hamid.

- Hello.
- And this is my brother.

- And this is Abdul.
- Hello.

- This is Salak.
- Hello.

And this is my son, Hassan.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

(THEY CHATTER IN ARABIC)

MOHAMMED: Welcome.

Thank you, it's delicious.

When am I gonna meet
your wife and daughter?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

In our land, sir, it is not the custom.

I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean to cause offence.

You cannot offend me.

You are my brother.

Please.

HAMID: There is something
we can't understand.

Perhaps you can explain it.

I can try.

Thank you.

Why do the British
treat the Jews with kid gloves?

And you were brutal enough to us
during the uprising before the war.

The Jews should be dancing on the streets.

They attack exactly the people
who invited them into our country

and gave them their permission to stay.

The problem only started
when the Jews arrived from Europe.

They want it all - all the land.

Please.

Thank you.

They aren't interested
in being good neighbours.

- My home is your home.
- Thank you... Thank you.

- Salaam.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Salaam.

May I take a picture
of you and your family?

I could, er...I could send you all a copy
to thank you for your hospitality.

No, it must be with you.
Hamid will take it. Hamid...

- You, er, look through there...
- OK.

- ...and then just press that there.
- OK.

Thank you.

(WOMAN SPEAKS ARABIC)

This is my daughter...

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- MAX: Hi.
- Hi.

- OK?
- Fine, thanks, yeah.

Um...just wanted to let you know
there's a flight tomorrow about four,

if that's still what you want.

Thanks. Thank you. I'm just waiting
to hear back from my mum,

- but I'm sure that'll be fine.
- OK.

Um...

Don't judge us too harshly, Erin.

What happened to you and Paul today,
you've seen us at our lowest moment,

and you shouldn't leave
thinking it's always gonna be like this.

We will find our way
to a just peace, eventually.

No-one's forcing you to go,

you know that, don't you?
Eliza loves having you here.

We all do.

I dunno.

It just feels like, you know,

a time when you need
to be on your own...

...as a family.

Right.

Better get packed up, then.

LEN: And for myself...

for myself, life as I've known it is over.

I feel I've let down everyone
who ever trusted me.

I've got nothing to look forward to
except a long stay in prison

and then dishonourable discharge.

Prison?

Id like to think that one day

I'll be able to find a way
to return the key to Mohammed.

I owe him that...at least...

...though I'm not sure
I would ever have the guts to face him...

after what I've done.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Hi, Mum.

Oh, Erin, thank God.

I've just been watching it on the news
and then I found your message.

What happened? Are you all right?

I'm fine. I'm sorry about the message.
I was just a bit shaken up when I left it.

Yeah, but tell me what happened.
Are you OK?

It's nothing, honestly.

I've got this totally miniscule cut,
you wouldn't believe it.

Oh... OK. Well, listen,
we need to get you home, all right?

I mean, are you all right to travel?
Do you need me to organise a flight?

No, Eliza's dad's doing it.

Listen, Mum, how's Grandad?

What?

Well, he's all right, he's a bit better.
Why are you asking about...?

Thats great, it's great news.

Is it true he went to prison?

Mum.

Erin, what are you talking about?

You have just been in a bombing.

I am worried sick
and we need to get you home.

Why are you asking stupid questions
about Grandad?

They're not stupid questions.

I took the diary, Mum.

He talks about it

Why didn't you tell me?

Because there's nothing to tell.
It's not exactly something we're proud of.

What did he do?

I don't know.
We never talked about it.

But didn't you ever try and find out?

Maybe it explains everything,
like what he was like after,

when you were growing up,
why he was so unhappy.

Erin, listen, I told you,

other people's diaries are private
and you had no business reading it.

Now, what time is your flight?
I'll meet you at the airport.

Did he ever mention
an Arab called Mohammed?

Erin!

I don't know yet.

Nothing's decided.

LEN: And for myself,

for myself,
life as I've known it is over.

I've got nothing to look forward to

except a long stay in prison
and then dishonourable discharge.

Id like to think that one day

I'll be able to find a way
to return the key to Mohammed.

I owe him that...at least

ELIZA: Hi.

Hi.

What time are you going?

I'm not. If that's OK.

Oh!

What made you change your mind?

Nothing. I was just freaked.
I wasn't thinking straight.

You're my friend.
There's no way I'm going to fuck off

and leave you
to go through this on your own.

Oh... (CHUCKLES)
...oh, you're so the best.

(ROAR OF JET ENGINE
OBSCURES SPEECH)

Erin's decided to stay
until I've finished my training.

But your mother's expecting you now,
isn't she?

No, it's fine. I've spoken to her
and she's absolutely cool with it.

And, I was wondering...

would it be OK
for me to meet Eliza's grandfather?

It would be really interesting
to talk to him.

I'll cancel the flight.

(ERIN LAUGHS)

(MAN WINCES IN PAIN)

Hi.

No, thanks.

Does it hurt?

Oh, it's fine.

Paul was much more badly hurt.

How is he?

He's OK.

You should come and visit.

So, you want to go to Ein Hawd?

That's right. I've got a map.

It's OK, I know where it is.

Why can't you drive yourself?

I never got round to learning.

Maybe you could teach me.

OK.

Anyway, it's a Palestinian village now.
My Arabic's a bit rusty.

Is this it?

Uh.

Aren't you coming?

I don't think I'm going to be
much use to you here.

Excuse me.

- Yes?
- Sorry.

Sorry. I'm just looking for a Palestinian
family who used to live here.

And this says that all the Arabs left
in 1948, is that right?

Yes, that's right.

But it doesn't say
what happened to them.

Ah, who knows?
In some camp in Jordan, probably.

I think some of the families may have
moved further up the mountain,

SO you might try up there.

Thanks.

Come.

(MEN SPEAK ARABIC)

ERIN: Omar?

Why don't you just ask him?
His name's Abu-Hassan Mohammed.

I haven't got very much money.

It's a very common name. It just means
Mohammed, father of Hassan.

And I have asked him.
He is going to ask his father.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

When the Jews came in '48...

(THEY CONVERSE IN ARABIC)

ERIN: Thank you.

When the Jews came in '48,
I was five years old.

They rounded us up
and took us to a prison camp.

Was it far away?

Far, yes, in Galilee.

So how come you're living back here?

(SCOFFS)

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

He says
that's a long and a sad story.

It took many years.
My father and brother died on the journey.

But, eventually,
we returned back with my uncle,

when I was...12 years old.

Later, others from the camp
came to join us.

But when we got back,

we found Jews living in our houses,
just as you did.

So we climbed up here to our fields

and we lived here on the bare earth.

We ate, slept,
lie down with the snow on the ground

until we could afford to build

first one house and then two.

So this was...?

Yes, all of this was orchards, all,

before the Jews came.

We lived down there

and we worked up here...

...before.

All of this was our land.

So is there anyone left who still
remembers the village before 1948?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

He says he will find someone for you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Your coffee, please.

(WOMAN SPEAKS ARABIC)

He's on the roof.

(TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)

(THEY CONVERSE IN ARABIC)

(OMAR AND ABDUL-BASIR
CONVERSE IN ARABIC)

He says it's hard to remember.

Many men from the village
worked for the army.

He did himself for a while.

Do you think being there
might help him remember?

Maybe we can find the house
from the picture.

What?

They don't go there, Erin.

We could just drive through.
What's wrong with that?

I don't see why it's such a big deal.

(ABDUL-BASIR SPEAKS ARABIC)

What's he saying?

He's talking about the people he knew
when he lived here.

He's sad.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

What is it?

It's where he used to live.

(OMAR SPEAKS ARABIC)

How long is it since he's been here?

You really don't get it, do you?

He's never been back here.
He isn't welcome.

Could you stop for a minute?

Can you ask him if he remembers
who used to live in this house?

(THEY CONVERSE IN ARABIC)

ABDUL-BASIR: ...Mohammed Abu-Hassan.

Did he say Mohammed?

Yes, but as I told you,
it's a very common name.

Can you ask him where they went?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

They went to live
with their cousins in Hebron.

What's wrong with that?

Hebron is not such a great place
to be a Palestinian these days.

Thank you.

(SPEAKS IN ARABIC)

He's thanking you.

He says it was good to go
even though it was painful.

(DOOR OPENS)

It's an address in Hebron.

It's probably worthless.

He hasn't heard from them
for many years.

Thanks. Thanks for doing this.

Sure.

If I needed to find this place...

...would you take me?

You should ask Paul
when he's better.

He was in the army there for years.

Can I take your picture? To remember?

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

Why is it so important
to find this family, anyway?

I think my grandad treated them badly
in some way, I don't know.

The only thing I know for sure
about my grandad

is that he's been miserable all his life.

My mum won't talk about it.

I want to find out what happened.

(DOOR MOTOR CLICKS AND BUZZES)

(ERIN CHUCKLES)

Hi.

- (DOOR SLAMS)
- Hello.

How is my little soldier?

- (CHUCKLES)
- Mwah!

Um, this is Erin.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. Hello.

- Please, please, go inside.
- Thank you.

(IMMANUEL SPEAKS HEBREW)

Such a long time. Such a long time.

And how's Paul getting on?

Um, you know how what he is like,
O-Papa, he is having physio twice a day.

He has to be the fastest recovery
in, I don't know, the history of recovery.

(THEY CHUCKLE)

And, of course,

he won't hear a word against
the people that tried to kill him.

And your father?
I would have thought

even he would stop and think for a moment

when something like this happens
to his own son.

He's been very upset, we all have.

(HE SIGHS)

So, what did you want to know,
young lady?

Um...

I was just wondering, after the war...

Yes?

...you were in the Irgun?

Yes. And before.

I was wondering...

Uh-huh?

...why did you hate the British so much?

No, we didn't hate them,

at least, not as individuals.

Many of us had been
in the British Army during the war.

Did you know that?

Who do you think trained us
to kill, Erin?

But...the British fought for the Jews
in the war.

- Yeah.
- Why did you turn on them?

My grandfather thought
you were ungrateful.

Ungrateful?!

(WHISPERS) Ungrateful?!

(LAUGHS QUIETLY)

How well do you know friend Eliza, Erin?

Uh?

Quite well, I suppose.
She's my best friend.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

you know her well.

So, you know, for example,
that her great-grandfather,

my father, died
in Buchenwald concentration camp?

No. No, I didn't.

No?!

What about her great-grandmother,
my mother?

Or her great-aunt,

my sister?

Or her great-uncle,

my brother?

Did you know
they all suffered from the same fate?

No.

No?!

She didn't tell you?!

Of course not.

Why should she?

None of these dangers face Eliza
or any of her generation.

Do you know why?

Because people of my generation,

those of us who managed to survive,

were determined
that the Jewish people

would never again capitulate
in the face of genocide.

We were determined
to carve out the land

here, in Eretz Ysrael,
in which we could be safe forever.

Forever...

And the British stood in our way.

It had nothing to do with who we had
or hadn't been chummy with in the war.

They stood in our way...

...and we wiped them out!

It was as simple as that.

WOMAN ON RADIO: ...was captured
during an operation to seize control

of the police station in Tiberias

and managed to shoot down
three of the enemy.

Avram Klein was seriously wounded
during that operation.

While he fights for his life
in the hospital,

the British forces of occupation

have sentenced our heroic soldier
to death by hanging.

Listen carefully, British soldiers,

whatever you do to one of ours
we will do the same to two of yours.

I tell you what I'd like to do
to that fucking bitch.

- ...we will hang two of yours.
- Yeah, we all know

what you'd like to do to her,
you randy bastard.

Fuck off! She probably looks
like the back end of a bus.

(LAUGHS) When has that
ever stopped you?!

Are you saying I've got no taste?

Some of the birds
that I've seen you pull -

I've seen stray dogs
with better looks than some of them.

- RADIO: ...that are doomed to failure.
- (HORN BEEPS)

(SWING MUSIC ON RADIO)

DEREK: Have a goose at that.
Talk about mutton dressed as lamb.

- You should know sunshine.
- (HORN BEEPS)

Shut it!

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

(VOICES ECHO)

(GUNSHOTS)

(JACKIE GROANS)

(LEN GASPS AND WINCES)