All language subtitles for The Promise (2011) S01E03 Part 3 (1080p BluRay HEVC x265 10bit E-AC3 2.0)[DHB]_track3_[und]-eng

(RADIO CRACKLES)

(RADIO IS TUNED THROUGH
VARIOUS STATIONS)

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

Yeah, we all know what you'd
like to do to her, you randy bastard.

(TOOTS HORN)

(A VOICE ECHOES)

What's he doing here?

How are you feeling?

Fucking stupid.

- You?
- I'm in heaven, mate.

This place is full of nurses.

What?

You're lucky you can
still show an interest.

Another few inches and
they'd have shot your nuts off.

Talking of luck...

little Clara's been
in to see you.

We took a bite or two while you
were out. Hope you don't mind.

What about Derek?

Did they catch them?

You're joking, aren't you?

Caught someone else, though.

Avram Klein.

He was shot during
the raid at Tiberias.

His Irgun mates
buggered off and left him.

- He doesn't look well.
- He's just been back in theatre.

Don't know why they're
bothering, though.

He shot three policemen.

Soon as he's recovered, they're
only going to stretch his neck.

All right?

You're wasting your time.

He can't talk.

They've wired up his jaw.

Someone almost
shot it off, apparently.

"Someone" could give him
his drink, if you want to help.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

- Did you report me?
- For what?

For the attack
on the King David.

You said I knew about it.

No.

Shouldn't you have?

It's ironic. You
still don't trust me,

but everyone else sees a Jewish
girl fraternising with the enemy.

It's all right for some!

Thanks.

(THEY SPEAK HEATEDLY IN HEBREW)

Take it easy. You've
got him now. It's all right.

(# Aria from Lucia di Lammermoor by
Gaetano Donizetti sung by Beniamino Gigli)

I couldn't resist,
it's so beautiful.

I didn't think I'd ever find
someone listening to Donizetti

in a British Army camp.

It's Gigli.

I saw him singing
when I was a boy.

How did the orphan boy
afford tickets to see Gigli?

We got all the famous tenors
in Leeds, at the Grand Theatre.

I used to...

I used to sneak up into
the gods at the interval.

What are you doing here?

You know what I'm doing.

I'm visiting Jackie.

You need to be careful,
bringing her on the base.

It's a Sunday -
no-one's bothered.

Rowntree's obsessed
with stopping the leaks.

If he finds she's been let in without
a pass, he'll have her arrested.

You too, probably.

I've been thinking about asking
her back to London when we pull out.

I thought it were Clara
who wanted a passport?

Wasn't it just supposed
to be a bit of fun?

Things change, don't they?

Think she'd say yes?

Don't know.

She definitely made a
pass at me on the way out.

You wouldn't know a pass if it
jumped up and hit you on the head!

OK.

They're the same distance
from the centre of the circle.

What do you notice?

They're the same length.

That's right.

If they're the same
distance from the centre,

they'll always be
the same length.

Go on, your turn.

- Make it a different diameter.
- OK.

Thank you. Did you
make these yourself?

Hassan!

(SHE SPEAKS ARABIC)

Thank you.

No, thanks.

I understand you got to
know Avram Klein pretty well

while you were in hospital.

As well as you can get to know a
man with his mouth wired shut, sir.

Well, he's back in Acre now,

where he will be
hanged in two weeks.

Unless he lodges an
appeal with the Privy Council.

To be honest, we would all be
quite relieved if he didlodge an appeal.

The Irgun are threatening to
take hostages to bargain for his life,

which means everything here
has to be bolted down pretty tight.

God knows what they'll do
if we actually execute him.

If we could postpone
while he appeals,

it might take the pressure off.

So you want me to persuade
him to save his own life, sir?

Shouldn't be too difficult.

Not so sure about that.

Stubborn as hell,
from what I hear.

Right. I'll leave you to it.

Don't try too hard, eh?

What do you mean?

Let the fucker hang
and be done with it.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Where is he?

In there.

Look, I can't talk to him like
that. Can't I sit in a room with him?

- It's important.
- Sorry, sarge...

can't be done.

I'm glad to get the chance
to thank you for the kindness

you showed me at the hospital.

Sorry I couldn't
thank you at the time.

It was nothing.

I'd have done the
same for anyone.

Don't suppose you've got a fag?

They won't give me
the time of day in here.

Aren't you going to have one?

I don't smoke. I just keep
them to offer the girls.

It's a filthy habit.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Almost worth dying for.

I doubt it.

- Where did you fight?
- Arnhem, Ardennes, all over.

- You?
- Alamein.

Nothing very exciting.

Under different circumstances,
we might've been friends.

I don't know.

You're cavalry, I'm a Para.

If we'd ever met, I'd
have had to shoot you.

I'm here to help you
lodge this appeal.

I'll be on your side, I'll
make sure you get a fair deal.

I don't think so.

Why not?

They'll string you up
for sure if you don't.

Why give the bastards
the satisfaction?

If you kill me,
you'll regret it.

Every movement
needs its martyrs.

Keep �em.

I'll come back in a day or two,
see if you've changed your mind.

Save yourself the
trouble - I won't have.

But I will tell you something,
to return the favour.

Come closer.

You want to be careful.

One of your lot is feeding
us all your operations.

It's a double bluff, innit?

Why would you tell
me that otherwise?

Maybe I don't like traitors?

Who is it?

You'll have to figure
that bit out for yourselves.

Klein reckons there's
a spy at Stella Maris.

Only one? Who'd he finger?

He didn't.

Did you believe him?

I dunno. I'm still
thinking about it.

You'd better be careful
how you tell Rowntree.

He might think you're
trying to muddy the waters.

Everyone knows
you're pro-Jewish.

If you're saying I'm leaking to the Jews,
you'd better fucking say it straight out!

- Are you?
- No, I'm fucking not!

OK. Who is?

I don't know, do I?

- Hello?
- (SHE SPEAKS ARABIC)

Sorry. Does Omar live here?

- Omar.
- Omar?

Yeah, Omar, is he here?

(SHE SPEAKS ARABIC)

He said he'd give me a
driving lesson. Omar said...

he said he'd give
me a driving lesson.

- A driving lesson?
- (SHE SPEAKS ARABIC)

(THEY SPEAK ARABIC)

Hi. Come with me, I take you.

(SHE SPEAKS ARABIC)

(TALKING AND LAUGHING)

(HE SPEAKS ARABIC)

ERIN: Hi.

Hi.

You said you'd give
me a driving lesson.

We didn't say today?

No. I just thought...

So, let's go.

(CALL TO PRAYER)

Shouldn't you be praying?

We pray on Sunday. My
family's Christian, like yours.

I'm not anything.
I hate religion.

Does it go right through
the middle of town?

Of course. Over
there, the West Bank.

Over here, Israel.

God.

What?

You see God in this?

(STARTS ENGINE)

OK, into "drive" and we go.

I can't do this.

Go slowly.

It's easy. It's an automatic.

No, I mean I can't do it.

I'm not allowed.

I'm epileptic.

You know...

I'm not allowed to drive.

I don't know what I
was thinking. It was silly.

I'm really sorry...

...for wasting your time.

I'll drive you home.

Why don't you come
in? There's no-one here.

I don't think that's
a very good idea.

They wouldn't mind.

What is it?

Just orange juice.

(LAUGHING) With a
large helping of vodka.

What's the matter? I
thought you weren't a Muslim.

Hi.

Mr and Mrs Meyer, this is Omar.

He's a friend of Paul's.

Sorry, I don't know
your surname.

It's Habash.

Max Meyer. Let
me get you a towel.

So, where are you
from, Omar, your family?

Abu Dis.

Yeah, well, what's
happened there is a disgrace.

How do you know Paul?

We have some friends in common.

They're both members
of Combatants For Peace.

Omar made this incredibly moving
speech at this meeting in Nablus.

He was in the al-Aqsa Martyrs.

Right.

Paul took you to Nablus?

Where are you from, Mr Meyer?

I was born in Manchester,

in England.

I came here after
we got married.

And what about you, Mrs Meyer?

From here.

I mean, originally.

My father was born in
Hungary, if that's what you mean.

How did it go?

As you see.

Hey, man.

Sorry to hear what
happened. Are you OK?

Yeah, on the mend.

PAUL: So, what's all this?

Your parents very kindly
invited me to dinner.

Good. Hope you left some for me.

Of course, dear.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

It's Eliza.

Sorry.

- Thanks, dude. You saved my life.
- Why, what's going on?

Nothing. I just needed to get
out of a really weird situation.

I invited Omar round for a swim
and your parents came back early.

So we're having this,
like, beyond-surreal meal

when Paul comes in and he's like,
"What the fuck is he doing here?"

It's totally awkward! I
had to get out of there.

Lize?

You invited him to the house?

Sure, why not?

Er...is he still there?

Yeah.

Anyway, what's
happening with you?

Nothing. Everything's cool.

Don't need me to
rush to the rescue?

No, it's fine.

Where's Omar?

Er, Paul's escorting
him back to the highway.

The police get a bit jumpy
about unfamiliar cars after dark.

You should have asked us
before you brought him here, Erin.

It isn't fair to him...

and it certainly
isn't fair to us.

I'm really sorry.
I didn't think.

But you did tell me to
treat this like my home.

Of course, and we want you to.

But you have to understand,
you're not in London now.

This is a difficult situation,
Erin, we know that.

You came here to support Eliza,
which was...really great of you,

and she's only home at weekends,
which means you've got time on your hands.

But... (SIGHS)

...you need to understand
that when you're in Israel,

you're in our care.

I do understand...

LEAH: Of course you're going to
want to go out and meet new people.

But we need to
know where you are...

and who you're with.

And...

To be very honest
with you, Erin...

...we need to know
you're not lying to us.

- wasn't lying...
- Are you OK?

I think she's going to faint.

Are you OK?

What's that?

I bit my tongue.

It's fine. It happens
all the time.

Don't you take medication?

It doesn't always work.

I'm sorry.

I should've stayed with you.

Don't worry.

I probably deserved it.

Your parents have
been so lovely to me...

and now they're
really pissed off.

I just didn't realise it was such
a big deal, having him here.

It'll do them good.

You realise that's
probably the first time

they've sat down to dinner with
a real Palestinian in their lives.

And you do it all
the time, of course.

Not as often as I should, no.

So why are you angry with me?

I'm not.

Yes, you are.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(CREAKING)

Clara?

(SOBBING)

(SOBS)

This was round your neck?

What does it say?

"This woman is a
whore and a collaborator.

"Let her fate be a lesson to her
and to any others like her out there.

"Signed, the Sons of Pinchas."

Who are the Sons of Pinchas?

Pinchas killed those involved in
public promiscuity on behalf of the Lord.

The Bible says God rewarded
him for eternity as a result.

Did they, um...

Did they...do...anything to you?

You mean after
they rip all my hair out

and cover me with
tar and feathers?

They warned me...

...but I couldn't not see you.

I love you.

Much good it's done me.

What do you mean,
they warned you?

Underneath.

It says I should
stop seeing you...

...if want to live...

...in SO many words.

But I thought the city
paid you to see us?

These aren't the city!

They're animals.

They're the same animals who
killed your friends and nearly killed you!

Can you stay?

There's someone I have to meet.

It won't take
longer than an hour.

I'll come straight back.

Please don't go.

I have to.

Why?

What's so important?

I don't believe it.

You still don't trust me.

Do they actually have
to kill me before you know

that I would never betray you?

Robbins and Nash have got
a spy in the Jewish Agency.

They're meeting him in half
an hour, Caf� Gan Vered.

I'm their backup.

His name's Menachem Wurtz.

He's a clerk.

What else do you want to know?

Of course I trust you.

I love you.

I'll tell you anything
you want to know.

Shh!

Nothing. Nothing.

Enough.

- Who's this?
- Relax, he's a friend.

Who's always late for meetings.

Girlfriend trouble.

Look, everyone does
it. And it's good money.

We're all friends here now.

Thank you.

Untie him.

I'm really sorry about this elaborate
charade, sergeant. Do sit down.

Captain Rowntree sends
his compliments, by the way.

What's going on, sir?

Rowntree thinks that Sergeant
Robbins is working for the Irgun.

He organised this little
incident to try and draw him out.

What do you think of that?

I don't think
anything of it, sir.

Well, have you
seen any indication?

What's he been up to lately?

I don't follow...sir.

Well, who's he been meeting?

I'm afraid I'm not able
to say anything more, sir,

until I'm convinced
of your bona fides.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(COUGHING)

- Hugh?
- Yeah.

We're both here.

Where are we? My
eyes haven't adjusted.

They won't. It's black as
the ace of spades in here.

Oxygen. Use when no more air.

- And what if we need to take a piss?
- Use bucket.

Some prick dressed up in a major's
uniform tried to tell me Hugh was a spy.

When?

Just now.

Fucking convincing too.

What did you tell him?

Do I look stupid?

Well, someone's fucking blabbed.

No-one knew about that meeting.

Must've been the clerk.

I can't breathe.

Hang on.

(OXYGEN HISSES)

Take it easy with that.

It may need to last us a while.

It needs to last until Klein gets
reprieved and taken off Death Row.

That's the only way we're
ever getting out of here.

Is there anything sharp in here?

There's a crack in the mortar.

We might be able
to work it loose.

Use the edge of the oxygen.

Too risky.

If we fuck up the
valve, we're dead.

We're dead anyway.

Oil

Where are you taking him?

I'm glad you've stopped
pretending to be a British officer.

- Sit down, sergeant.
- No, I'll stand, if you don't mind.

As you wish.

I am a British officer, by the way, or I
was. I served in the Jewish Brigade...

You know what, I
don't give a toss.

If you were a British officer,
you'd know that holding us like this

is against the
Geneva Convention,

so either let us go or put
me back with my mates,

because I don't give a
fuck about your little chats.

It causes you problems
with your friends

when we single you out for
special treatment, does it?

On VE Day,

we were camped
in northern Italy.

We borrowed British Army trucks
and drove them north into Germany.

We used the trucks to
ferry Jews from the camps

to ports on the Adriatic coast where
they boarded ships for Palestine.

We did it for months, right under
the noses of our British officers.

Can you imagine what it was like

to liberate Jews from a
concentration camp with the words

"we are Jews from Palestine"?

What it was like for
them to hear those words?

What it was like
for us to utter them?

I'm not interested in your friends,
sergeant. I'm interested in you.

The reason for these little
chats, as you call them,

is because we want to offer
you the chance to join us.

Tell Clara the answer's no.

(COUGHING AND WHEEZING)

What's going on, Len? Why
do they keep pulling you out?

They asked me to join them.

What did you say?

I'm back here, aren't I?

(FOOTSTEPS AND BANGING OVERHEAD)

Pass me the oxygen.

- What is it?
- Pass me it.

They're searching the
factory. They're looking for us.

What's the problem?
Fucking hit it!

I am. They've strapped
sandbags to the bottom.

Fuck.

- Help!
- Help!

- Help us!
- Help!

- Down here!
- Help!

We're down here!

Help!

Help!

(BANGING STOPS)

HUGH: # Keep the
home fires burning

# While your hearts are yearning

# Though your lads are far away

# They dream of home

# There's a silver lining

# Through the
dark clouds shining

# Turn the dark cloud inside
out Till the boys come home... #

(HUGH SOBS)

You got anyone waiting?

Wife.

What's her name?

Alice.

You?

No...

No-one.

You should do it.

Do what?

Tell them... Tell
them you'll join them.

We're all going to die in here.

(HUGH SOBS)

Bastards!

Close your eyes.

Are they closed? Are they?

Yeah, they're fucking
closed. Just get on with it.

Keep them closed.

Is this it?

Hugh, Frank, it's me!

They must've moved them.
How long was I in there?

I lost track.

15 days.

Can you think of any reason
why you might have been released

and not them, sergeant?

No, sir.

Would you like me to have
another go at Klein, sir?

See if I can persuade
him to make that appeal?

No point.

He was executed at
five o'clock this morning.

- Where?
- About two miles from here, sir.

Get in.

I'd let the sappers
finish first, sir.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

OK.

It says, "Sergeant Hugh
Robbins, found guilty of murder

"and condemned to death by
the National Military Organisation.

"Sentence carried out in reprisal
for the illegal killing of Avram Klein

"by the Nazi British Forces
of Occupation, who..."

OK, we get the
message. Cut him down.

Wait.

We don't know what other crap
these bastards have left for us.

Where is she?!

She's not here.

She is not here!

Where the fuck is she?!

She's gone, look!
Look. She left last night.

I don't know where she's gone
or when she's coming back.

It was all a put-up job, wasn't
it? The head-shaving, the tarring.

The whole thing was faked
to make me trust her, wasn't it?

So I'd let something slip?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Why am I still alive?!

Even after they were
dead, you weren't satisfied.

You blew Robbins to pieces.

There's not enough left of him to send
back to his mum in a box, you bastard!

Why am I still alive?!

I don't know.

She has much more
extreme views than I do.

I have no idea what she's
up to most of the time.

If I ask, she doesn't tell me.

I'm terribly sorry
about your friends.

I don't know what's
happening to you people.

How can you be sure it was her?

Hm?

It could've been the clerk.

Because I'm still alive.

If it'd been the clerk, I'd
be hanging from a tree

along with Robbins and Nash.

So you think she made
a deal to protect you?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You should've told me what was going
on with that woman sooner, sergeant.

Yeah?

Look what happened
last time I confided in you.

I got set up and half
my platoon got killed.

And if you're trying to say it's my
fault Robbins and Nash are dead,

you can save your breath,
cos I already know that.

I'm sorry to hear about
Robbins and Nash.

What is it?

Dunno. World just spun.

My God.

- How long was I out?
- About ten minutes.

What happened?

You tell me.

One minute we're talking, next
thing you're rolling around on the floor.

- How did I get in here?
- I dragged you.

I didn't think being caught
frothing at the mouth's

gonna do much for
your career prospects.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I've fucking wet
myself, all right?

Fuck's sake.

With proud thanksgiving,
a mother for her children,

England mourns for
her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were,

spirit of her spirit,

fallen in the cause of the free.

They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them,

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun

and in the morning,

we will remember them.

We will remember them.

Honour guard, present arms.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire.

(PIANO PLAYS)

Don't stop.

I didn't know you
played the piano.

I don't.

At least, not very often.

What do you want, Erin?

It's nothing.

I just found out how my
grandad's friends died...

...the two that we
saw at the cemetery.

I thought you
might be interested.

Tell me.

Yeah, I remember this.

This is what broke
the British will to fight.

It's what made
them decide to leave.

Omar told me you've
been to Hebron.

Yeah, you could say that.

I served there for three years.

Would they let me in?

Why? Are you
asking me to take you?

I don't know.

What's it like, anyway?

It's...

It's a fucking madhouse.

What? What is it?

My grandad's just
had an epileptic fit.

That must be
where you get it from.

It's weird...

I don't think he
knows what it is.

I wish I could just tell him.

(MUTTERS) Oh, God.

(CHATTER)

(MAN SPEAKS SOFTLY)

(HE READS QUIETLY)

(OMAR'S VOICEMAIL MESSAGE)

(BEEP ON PHONE)

Hi, it's me.

Look, I'm really sorry
about the other day.

I screwed up, I'm
really, really sorry.

I hope you got home OK.

Anyway, I'm on my way to Hebron,
decided to go alone in the end.

Maybe you could meet me there?

Ring me...ring me back.

(PEOPLE CHATTER AND SHOUT)

You'll notice most of the
streets around here are deserted.

It's known as a sterile zone.

Why?

To make room for
500 Jewish settlers

who have no right to be
here under international law,

almost the entire Palestinian population
of old Hebron has been moved out...

(LOUDSPEAKER WHISTLES)

...moved out of the Arab heart
of one of the largest Arab cities...

If he has his way,

do you think you'll be able to
pray at the tomb of the Patriarchs?

Only because Jews are
settling here we can do this!

OK, sure, but why do we have
to steal a Palestinian house,

turn it into a fortress and then
bring in 5,000 soldiers to protect us?

Hey, Natan, what
happened to your ponytail?

Don't tell me your boyfriend wouldn't
go to bed with you unless you cut it off?

Natan Filer helps the Arabs!
Natan Filer helps the Arabs!

Natan Filer helps the Arabs!
Natan Filer helps the Arabs!

Natan Filer helps the Arabs!
Natan Filer helps the Arabs!

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD)

(CHILDREN'S VOICES)

Excuse me? Excuse
me, can I just...?

- (GIRLS CHATTER)
- What's your name?

(GIRLS) What's your name?

Erin.

Ana Hanout.

- Ana Holoud.
- Hanout.

Erin...

(GIRLS CHATTER)

(SHOUTING)

Go through.

Get off!

(THEY CONTINUE TO SHOUT ABUSE)

Go on!

Stop it, leave her alone!

(STONES CLATTER ON RAILINGS)

(SCREAMING)

(GLASS SMASHES)

Stop them! Stop them!
Someone's gonna get killed!

Stop them!

OK, come on.

OK.

Right...

OK. Right.

Hold.

Hold, hold.

OK?

OK...

Duke of Edinburgh
would be proud of me.

Right...

OK...

All right? All right.

- (BOY SPITS)
- Oi!

Why are you just standing
there doing nothing?!

What's the point of you even being
here if you don't try and stop them?!

Hanout, Hanout...

I need to find... I
need to find this place.

(THEY SPEAK ARABIC)

Yeah?

(GIRLS CHATTER)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD)

What's the matter?

- This is it?
- Yahud!

- (SHE SPEAKS ARABIC)
- This is it?

OK. Thank you.

Bye. Thank you.

Excuse me?

Hello, I'm really
sorry to bother you.

I'm looking for the family
of Abu-Hassan Mohammed.

I think he may have lived in
this house about 60 years ago.

And you don't understand
a word I'm saying.

(THEY SPEAK HEBREW)

No, actually I do.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

(WOMEN CHATTER, BABIES CRY)

Come.

I'm Erin Matthews, by
the way. From London.

Sal'it.

Cover yourself.

(SHE SPEAKS HEBREW)

- Who is this person?
- My grandfather's servant.

My grandad was a British
soldier here in the 1940s.

He's really ill, and I thought he'd
like me to try and find his friend,

or his friend's children.

What's his name, the servant?

Abu-Hassan Mohammed.

I think I've got something
that belongs to him.

I'm sorry, I really didn't
mean to disturb your meal.

You're not disturbing me.
What you got? Show me.

(SHE SPEAKS HEBREW)

(THEY SHOUT AT EACH OTHER)

Passport.

I was only trying
to talk to them.

I don't understand what I'm
supposed to have done wrong.

You can't be here. That's
what you've done wrong.

(HE SPEAKS HEBREW)

(CHATTER OVER RADIO)