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Shalom. Welcome to Camp David the King.

I'm Rosenberg, the camp director.

If you have any complaints, anything we can do for you,

please come to me. We'll try our best.

Now, if you'll just follow me.

Well, it's not very much, but it's ours.

Only excuse is that we finished our war just three months ago.

Be happy you made it this far.

Now, come along, please.

No, Papa, I don't like this place.

Come on, Susy.

You promised me, no more camps!

Please move on.

But this one's different. We're in Israel. Come on.

I don't care, Papa! I don't want another camp!

And you promised!

How right you are, my darling.

Believe me, Susy, if we were running the world,

we'd never live in camps again.

But you know what grown-ups are.

They always make promises they can't keep.

In the first place, she's my child, so please butt out.

In the second place, I'm not responsible for this camp.

And they always say they're not responsible.

And don't teach me how to be a father.

Susy!

Please, Hans. It's hot enough without arguments.

I'm merely presenting this lovely young lady

with the facts of life. Bravo.

Now let her father carry on the job.

Hello. Are you married, huh?

No, stop that. That's no way to talk to a young lady.

Let's introduce ourselves properly.

- Oh. - Now,

your name is Julio Peppercorn?

- Yes. - And, uh, you're a little dummy?

Uh-huh.

- And your name is Hans. - That's right.

And you're a big dummy.

Maybe you've seen him, huh? Oh, please take a look.

My son from Warsaw. You seen him? No?

Oh, please take a look.

Have you seen my son, huh? No?

I beg your pardon.

Yes? Oh.

You from Germany?

Yes.

Those yours?

Yes.

How long have you been here?

Three months.

You ever in a concentration camp?

Dolly.

Dolly, I'm Hans.

Look. Don't you recognise me?

I'm afraid you are mistaken.

Dolly, I'm Hans. I'm your husband, Dolly.

Kathy.

Maria, I'm your father!

Please.

If you tell me a little more, perhaps I can help you.

You're lying to me.

- Look at me. Look. - Can I help you?

- Dolly, darling. - I don't know him.

Look at me.

Get away, or I'll...

Hans, what are you doing?

It's all right, officer. It's all right.

I'll take care of him.

Your Israel, full of policemen.

Come on, Hans, come on.

Willy, Dolly doesn't recognise me.

Your family's dead, I've told you.

You saw the certificate.

Yes, of course.

I don't know what came over me. I...

I apologise.

I regret that I caused you and your children...

All right, I'm going.

You're very fortunate.

My wife's hair was blonde.

Please, Hans, sit down.

Name?

Hans Muller. Ah?

You'll have to speak louder.

Hans Muller's my name!

A little softer, please. Place of birth?

Germany.

Munich. Beautiful city.

Occupation before the war?

You wouldn't believe me.

I'll believe anything.

I was a juggler.

What?

A juggler.

We need a juggler like a hole in the head.

What can you do besides throwing things

up in the air and catching them?

My dear sir, to say I throw things

up in the air and catch them is like saying

Shakespeare just wrote words.

Would you care to see my scrapbook--?

No, never mind.

Show it when you look for a job,

if there are any for jugglers.

I'm retired.

I haven't thrown up anything but bad food in 10 years.

Then what else can you do?

I can wash dishes, sweep barracks, clean toilets.

I can also smile while being beaten by fists, feet, straps,

and long lengths of rubber hoses.

I can be used as a guinea pig for new drugs and old poisons.

All of which we've learned

while guests of the Nazis, eh, Julio?

Any openings along these lines, huh?

My concentration camp number. One of the best.

It proves I'm very competent.

All right, Mr. Muller. It's all over now.

This will be the last such questioning.

It may be the most embarrassing.

But how can it possibly be the last?

Because now you're home.

Home?

Home, my dear fellow, is a place you lose.

Barracks 9, please.

Feeling all right?

Like a bell! Bong!

Last call for carpenters, masons,

electricians, plumbers, timekeepers.

Please report to the administration building.

They need carpenters, Hans.

I'll be right back.

Hello.

Hello, Susy.

What are you doing here?

I'm alone. My father's going for a job.

He's a plumber.

Yes, plumbing's very useful, Susy.

Hey, Dummy? Yes?

You see, he knows his name.

Now, you stop that.

Why don't you invite the lady in?

Would you like to come in?

Thank you.

All right. Unh.

Susy. You and I are going to have a party, huh?

Oh, goody! Julio too?

We don't want him.

Yes we do.

Oh, all right.

But I'm not dressed!

Say, that'll never do. Shall we dress him up?

Uh-huh. All right.

Just take one minute to dress him up.

Of course, my party clothes haven't arrived yet.

But we'll take care of Julio.

All right.

Now, that's beginning to look very...

Why, that's you!

Hey, baby, look at me.

You're a great juggler.

Ah!

Oh, no, he must be wonderful.

Yes, that's what they called him.

The Wonderful Hans. Now, quiet, Julio.

Hmm?

Yes. Heh.

I was on the stage, accompanied by

a 50-piece orchestra, playing "The Vienna Blood Waltz."

Was he terrible.

I don't believe it. Will you juggle for me?

No.

Please? No!

What I mean, Susy... I don't anymore.

Absolutely no more.

Uh.

Would you like a picture, hmm?

Yes, please?

Oh, all right. Do you like this one?

Uh-huh.

"To Susy,

"my best friend."

Thank you, Mr. Wonderful Hans.

That's nothing, honey.

We used to give away 500 a week.

Oh, quiet.

The boys and girls followed us all over,

- especially the girls. - I told you to shut up.

The older ones.

- Julio! - Yes.

We lived in the best hotels,

ate food fit for kings.

Everyone loved us, everyone. They all...

That's enough.

Sweetheart.

You better go now.

I'm tired.

You know...

it's not always good to remember things.

Shalom.

Are you Hans Muller?

If I'm not Hans Muller, I'm nobody.

Sometimes I think I'm nobody.

And who's Shalom?

Shalom means 'peace be with you.'

It also means hello and goodbye.

My name is Traube. I am a doctor. May I sit down?

Who's sick?

I wanted to meet you.

I'm an old admirer of yours.

You've seen me perform?

Where?

Berlin.

I played there many times.

Did you see my flaming torch act?

Did I ever do that in Berlin?

It's hard to remember.

Oh, possibly the clown routine with the eggs?

They adored that in Paris.

You just arrived too?

Uh, in 1930 from Cologne.

Oh.

I love Cologne.

I had my biggest successes there.

You have any trouble on the ship coming over?

It wasn't a luxury liner.

I met a friend of yours.

He told me that you refused to go below decks,

that you were afraid of being closed in.

That Willy. I was afraid.

But of being asphyxiated by the smell

of a thousand unwashed feet.

And the woman you thought was your wife.

My dear sir, now what would you do

if you hadn't known a woman in 10 years?

And you called her by your wife's name.

You knew she was dead.

Device to make friends with her.

So have you never made an improper advance?

You're lying, Muller.

It isn't normal to lie to a doctor.

Then you, sir, aren't normal either.

You lied.

"Saw you in Berlin."

I never appeared in Berlin while you were still in Germany.

That makes us even, eh? Now, go home.

I thought it would help us both. I was stupid.

We agree at last.

I'm a tired man, Muller.

I'm here only because your friend

made me promise that I'd look after you,

but I can see I can't do anything for you.

You need a psychiatrist.

I'm not sick.

To admit you're sick is the first step to health.

An epigram. A trick of words.

Who's sane? Who's insane these days?

You're trying to talk me into being sick to put me away.

It reminds me of a story...

Don't joke.

Listen to me.

Every person is precious to us.

That's why we go on half rations and crowd our homes

to bring in the people from the ghettos

of Europe and Africa.

That's why we have an Israel, for no other reason,

and we need you healthy, understand?

Yes.

I see.

I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

In the morning then?

I couldn't disappoint so eloquent a doctor.

Shalom. Doctor.

You'd better get some rest. You look tired.

Please, let me pass.

All I want is your identification.

Your card.

Camp David the King. You just arrived yesterday.

You're not the man I'm looking for.

Why did you run?

Please. I can't breathe.

Aren't you well?

Well, I'll take you back.

Are you in trouble?

You policemen are always the same.

Hunting. Searching. Asking questions.

You won't let us alone! You won't let us live!

You're all Nazis! That's what you are! Nazis!

I'm only trying to help.

Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Hadar section cut off, three suspects.

Old quarter, two suspects.

Any more leads?

We've picked up six suspects,

and a possible eyewitness.

Come in with the gentleman.

Will you come in, please?

This is Mr. Halevy, sir, Detective Karni.

Shalom. Sit down, please.

How's Kogan?

He's still unconscious.

The hospital will notify us as soon as he's able to talk.

Well, thank God he's alive anyway.

Now, who are you, sir?

Emile Halevy from Holland. I'm a tourist.

He heard a man running down Herzl Street

and found Kogan in an alley.

You saw the assailant? Yes, sir.

But I told this gentleman everything, and I'd like

to be excused. My plane leaves for Amsterdam in four hours.

And I'm a very nervous man, and all this upsets me very much.

We'll get you some tea. Very relaxing.

- Uh, no thanks. - Any report

on the little flag pin that was found on the scene?

Yes. They've been given to immigrants

departing to Israel from European ports

within the last two months. It's a good start.

But there were thousands.

Sixty-one thousand to be exact.

But you can't track down 61,000 people.

Why not?

I have stomach trouble. I have to be on that plane.

Sit down, please.

Until Kogan is able to talk,

you are the only one who can identify the fugitive.

You'll have to stay on.

Now, how was the man dressed?

Like half the people in Israel.

Well, that doesn't help.

Did he have a brown suit, a blue suit?

Was he tall or short?

About your height.

Well, you see? That cuts the list down considerably.

Bravo. Wonderful. Heh.

Now, you have only 30,000 people to investigate.

You'll never find him.

Perhaps I won't and perhaps I will.

Mr. Halevy,

I am required not only to do justice,

but to pursue it. And I will.

I'll do everything to find this man

and bring him to the house of judgement.

Now, take your jacket off, sir.

We're going to be here all day.

I'll get it.

I don't speak Hebrew.

Oh, I speak English also.

I said I thought you were dead. Pardon me.

You're pardoned.

You are, perhaps, American?

I am great passion for Americans.

Yes, I'm an American.

American?

Absolutely American!

Huh?

He says his English is wicked.

He asks if you are American, why do you look so poor?

Why do you sleep here and not in hotel?

Well, tell him I'm, uh...

I'm just a crazy American millionaire.

Say, uh, which way to Nazareth?

You desire a guide?

Uh, no, no. Besides, you're going to be late for school.

Oh, I'm not from here.

I'm tramping from Tel Aviv to Meron.

I do not ask money to guide. It is my duty.

Add to that also I can translate for you.

I'm astounding at it. Absolutely.

Well, I was planning to hike through the countryside,

the back roads, you know, see the real Israel.

I know it very good. Like the nose on your face, yes?

I was going to sleep out, make my own meals.

Precisely.

Huh? Hebrew for "okay."

Okay?

Is that a swastika?

Are you drawing a swastika, Kogan?

Do you mean that the man who attacked you was a Nazi?

Well, was he a German?

Was he wearing a swastika?

You mean, he thought you were a Nazi?

I'm afraid, sir, that's all I can permit.

Yes, of course. Goodbye, Kogan.

He seems to want to tell me more. May I, Doc?

David.

King.

The immigration camp?

You'll have to leave now.

Yes. Goodbye, Kogan.

Now, see here, Mr. Schumann.

There's one magnificent thing about me, I'm a sabra.

That means I must be honest. I will say what I think.

Well, what is it?

You say your name is Hans Schumann,

but you have "H.M." on your rucksack.

Now look, Josh. Isn't it possible that one's rucksack

belongs to one's friend and that one has borrowed it?

Did you ever think of that, huh?

Yes. But I want everything on the smooth,

I mean, on the level. Isn't that so?

Now, may I ask you a question, magnificent one?

It is your absolute, precise right.

Now, what does this sabra mean?

Sabra is Hebrew word. It means someone born here.

Also, it means "fruit of the cactus."

To wit, soft and sweet inside, sharp and tough outside.

Oh!

And now, where in America do you live?

I have probably...

Where are you going, Hans?

It is our soldiers. Quick, fast, zoom!

You are sick? I go for doctor.

No. It is my duty.

I told you no, boy.

I'm fine, Josh, I...

Say, uh, did I ever tell you

that I used to live in Hollywood?

- Oh, no! - Oh, yes.

Some of my best friends are movie stars.

- Really? - Certainly.

Can I announce in the market

- you are Rita Hayworth's cousin? - No, no, no, Josh.

Can I say you taught Hopalong Cassidy to ride a horse?

Now, Josh, I thought a sabra knows how to keep promises.

I'm here incognito, remember?

Kol b'seder! I'll be right back.

Shalom.

Uh, are those today's?

Yes.

You are not Israeli?

Mmm-mmm.

You're tourist?

Yeah.

Have you visited Nazareth before?

Uh, no. No.

It is very interesting.

Many holy places. All cared for.

You should visit.

But you do not read. Here.

No. No, no, no. That's all right. You keep it.

"Yesterday, Prime Minister Ben-Gurion

opened a new factory."

"50 kilometers water pipe put in desert."

"Policeman attacked in Haifa."

"Two new factories..."

Uh, uh, about the policeman who was attacked?

Uh, was he hurt?

It's bad.

About the policeman. Is he dead?

It doesn't say if he is dead,

but the man who did it

is one of violence and must be watched for.

He will be found.

Uh, thank you.

Are you all right?

Why are you afraid?

Nothing can happen here next to a police station.

Well, let's go.

I have it on my mind, and I must ask.

Why are you afraid?

Why are you unhappy? Why are you--?

Stop it! Can't you say anything but "Why? Why? Why?"

And so the trail leads to you, Doctor.

Early yesterday morning, a policeman

was brutally attacked in Haifa by a man

who came from this camp.

A few hours preceding the attack,

a certain Hans Muller, a juggler,

disappeared from here.

I'm told you've been out looking for him. May I ask why?

I was hoping to take him to a psychiatrist in Haifa.

Oh. Was he very sick? Possibly.

Sick enough to be violent? Possibly,

that is, if he felt he were being cornered in some way.

Well, it seems to me that's true of any criminal, sick or not.

It seems to me, Mr. Karni,

that you're already assuming that Muller is your man.

I assume nothing, Doctor.

Well, if he should happen to be your man,

he's no criminal in the police sense of the word.

Can one help him?

If he wants to be helped, and you can find him.

I'll find him.

Hey, Josh, I didn't mean to yell at you before,

but I hate being plagued with questions.

Suppose I kept asking you:

"Why are you the way you are? Why's your mother?

- Why's your father? "Why do--" - Please just stop.

That's my point.

Why should I stop? You never do.

Now, take your mother, for example, or your fa--

- Stop it. Please. - You never mention them.

Not once. Maybe they've done something--

Don't talk like that! They're dead!

I'm sorry, Josh.

They were killed in the war.

Look here...

Yehoshua, you know I never knew that.

Look, if I knew that you--

Everyone loses.

Hey, Josh. I'll tell you a funny story.

Look at me.

Once there was a...

I thought you were a sabra, hard and tough.

Hey.

Did you ever see a juggler?

I mean a real one. A great one.

Maybe a little out of practice,

but in all Israel, there's none as great.

Watch.

Aha!

You're precisely magnificent! Precisely!

I've never seen a juggler.

Will you teach me?

Please teach me.

Feeling better now, eh? It never fails.

Teach me, please. Please.

No, no. Come on, let's eat. I'm getting hungry.

You must teach me. I want to be a juggler.

Wait a minute. Look, do you realise

a man can learn to fly a plane in three weeks.

It takes three years to learn the fundamentals of juggling.

I'm very smart

and quite able to do anything.

Don't laugh.

You want to show off for your friends, eh?

I want to be first Israeli juggler.

It is foolish, is that what you think? Not important?

No, no, Josh. There's nothing foolish about juggling.

It's a great and ancient art. It goes back 4000 years.

To Abraham's time.

I'll tell you what I'll do, Josh.

I'll teach you all you can learn until I get to...

Well, until we get to where we're going. Hmm?

You are wonderful, Hans.

Yes.

That's what they used to call me.

Another minute and we'll be in Jerusalem.

- Shalom. - Shalom.

Do you know a carpenter named Willy Schmidt?

Willy Schmidt? Oh, yes. Uh, up the road.

The last house. On the roof.

Thank you.

Are you Willy Schmidt?

Yes.

Are you a friend of Hans Muller?

Yes.

Would you come down here, please? I want to talk to you.

I'm Police Detective Karni.

- And this is Mr. Halevy. - Shalom.

Hans Muller has disappeared.

And we have reason to believe he was involved in an attack

- on a policeman in Haifa. - Hans!

- Have you seen him recently? - But it couldn't be Hans.

I give you my personal guarantee.

If we had a photograph of him,

we could prove it one way or another.

Since this gentleman was a witness.

I don't have any photograph. But I know where there is one.

Could you take me to the tents?

Get in.

A fool's errand, gentlemen.

Israel is bounded on the north by Lebanon,

on the south by Egypt,

the west by the Mediterranean,

the east by Syria.

And by Syria and, um,

and Jordan, that's it.

Shalom, Susy.

Shalom.

- These are my friends. - Shalom.

- Shalom, Susy. - Shalom.

Pretty girl, eh?

- Very pretty. - What do you know?

She didn't want to come to Israel.

We'd have missed you, Susy.

I haven't decided whether I like it yet.

Well. Uh, by the way, uh, Susy,

do you remember that picture of Hans you had?

Mmm-hmm. Where is it?

Why?

This gentleman would like to see it.

Are you friends of the juggler's?

No.

Well, what do you want the picture for?

We just want to see what he looks like.

Why?

I'm a policeman.

I want to find him, to talk to him.

Don't be afraid, Susy.

I don't have the picture.

But, Susy, you showed it to me just yesterday.

I gave it to a boy for a pencil.

Where's the boy?

I don't know.

Give it to them, darling.

Susy, I've been listening. Give it to them.

But Papa, I don't have it anymore. I don't have it.

Susy, it's no good to tell a lie.

It's possible that the juggler may have hurt somebody.

The juggler never hurt anybody.

I know how you feel.

But sometimes, for the sake of the law,

we have to give up our friends.

Now, where's the picture?

That's the man!

Hey!

First, crawl with two!

What's that bell for?

It's the watch tower on the kibbutz.

A what?

A kibbutz is a farm community.

That one, I think, is Tel Ha Galil,

the Hill of Galilee.

Would you care to visit? No, no.

The bell, I don't know.

Maybe some drill for our soldiers.

Let's keep moving, Josh.

Two men are in the minefield.

Get your detectors out there!

Through the trees, about 300 meters away.

They'll be blown up in a minute.

We have hundreds of mines in that field.

Don't move! Don't move!

The field is mined!

I can hear words. Something about fields.

Stay where you are!

The field is mined! The field is mined!

Better get moving, Josh.

They desire us to stay here.

- They desire us not to move. - Come on.

Well, come on. Josh!

- But I need it to juggle. - Josh!

Josh! Josh!

Do you want to be killed? Don't move!

Have you got a doctor?

Just do exactly as we tell you.

Walk close to the line of people.

Please, get a doctor.

He'll be here soon.

How soon? How soon?

Steady now.

Ya'El is getting in touch with him by heliograph.

You see, we have no telephone.

Our lines were cut in the war,

and we haven't had time to mend them.

But the doctor's not far off.

As soon as I saw the picture in the newspaper,

I knew it was the same man.

So I went to the school principal and I--

I told the principal first.

When did you see this man?

About two days ago at Mount Carmel.

We were playing. He said he was an American,

but I didn't believe him. Why?

Because he needed a shave, and he was dirty.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

But he went with a boy.

Well, that's important. Who's the boy?

He was a stranger.

Think his name was Yehoshua something.

How old was he?

About 12.

- Oh, no, 14. - Notify all sub stations.

Look for Muller and a boy named, uh...

- Yehoshua. - Yehoshua.

Around 13 years old.

Thank you. Shalom.

Dolly!

Shh. It's all right.

Everything is...

Are the children back from school yet?

Yes, yes, don't worry. They're home.

Hello.

My name is Ya'El. This is my house.

Did you have a good sleep?

Oh. For a moment I didn't know where I was yet.

And I heard my wife's voice.

You know how it is.

Dreams, memories.

Sometimes it can be as real as life.

I understand.

Was I asleep long?

Since yesterday afternoon.

They told me that you took a look at me on the tower,

and passed out.

That's an old habit of mine whenever I see

a beautiful woman.

Did I talk a lot of nonsense when I was unconscious?

No, not a word. But we know all about you.

Oh?

You're an American. You are from Hollywood.

And you are the greatest juggler in the whole world.

Between sedatives last night,

Yehoshua sounded like a Who's Who.

Josh! Where is he? How is he?

Oh, quite all right. He is in the infirmary now.

His leg is broken, but the doctor is certain

he will walk and run again.

Are you all the wonderful things he said about you?

He didn't exaggerate.

White mice and children adore me.

Oh, well, we don't have white mice here,

but we have lots of children.

I hope you understand about the mines.

We civilians have just returned to this kibbutz.

The army hasn't completely demilitarised yet.

You know, you're wasted here on this farm.

Your government ought to have you

meeting every boat and plane.

I'm afraid we don't have the conveniences here

that you have in America.

- Our electricity is still out. - I won't mind.

If you follow the path around the house,

you'll find a WC. And a shower.

And at the end of the street is our dining hall.

Uh.

What'd you say your name was?

Ya'El.

Ya'El.

Sounds like a bell ringing.

I'll see you later.

Our coffee is improving.

Last week it tasted like dishwater.

This week, like tea.

Kind of like tea and dishwater.

I have to leave soon on a job. I'll see you tonight?

Well, I regret more than I can say,

but I won't be here tonight.

Ah, there is my American.

You see, you're famous.

Shalom. Shalom.

This is Hans Schumann.

This is Mordecai, our Chief of Cows.

How do you do? Wonderful human beings,

cows, no?

How is America?

Well, it's getting on.

You live there? How long?

Well, almost my whole life.

I lived in New York in 1905.

How goes it?

Well, it goes. Aye, such crazy people!

No room for trees, for cows, only people.

Push, push, push.

You like cows?

Passionately. We have no cows now.

But maybe in two or three days they'll come home to us.

What a holiday.

Then we'll have milk for the children, not this,

this cocoa.

The barn you have to see. Such a barn!

Rockefeller doesn't have it.

Well, when you get time, tell me about America.

Shalom. Shalom.

Shalom.

He's got the milkmaid's touch, all right.

Did you never live in Germany?

When I was a child. Where's Yehoshua?

I'll show you.

Well, it's a shame you have to leave so soon.

Well, I'll regret it too. But big business, you know.

Now, how do I get out of this place without being blown up?

Well, you may not be able to go

until the supply truck comes in.

It could be tomorrow or a week.

Oh.

You're going somewhere. Can't I leave with you?

I'm going to a damaged Arab village some distance away

to see if it can be lived in.

Wait a minute. There is a bus line near.

Oh, but... Oh, but what?

Well, it may be dangerous. It's near the Syrian border.

I'll take the chance.

The boy's in there.

He'll be very unhappy to see you go.

Mmm.

I'm a coward with children.

I can't tell him I'm leaving. Don't you, huh?

All right. I'll get ready and come for you.

Josh? Hans?

Shalom, Hans.

Shalom.

A fine soldier you are.

Don't even know a mine when you walk on it.

Enemy mines, I know. Our men hide mines good.

Here, eat.

I'll feed him.

Do I say no? I've got diapers to wash.

Not mine.

You are experienced?

Uh-huh.

You have children?

Uh-uh.

In the night, I opened my eyes. I looked for you,

I think you left me.

Ya'El tells me you were sleeping too.

She's pretty, eh?

Yes.

Immense. Awe inspiring!

Say, there once was a man with a thousand wives,

who suffered from the plague and hives.

Uh--

Mmm-mmm.

- Finish. - It's not for children.

They never are for children.

Can we practice today?

Uh, later. I'm going out for a long walk with Ya'El.

- Then you teach me tomorrow. - Absolutely.

I told her I will be first Israeli juggler.

Say, did I ever tell you the story

about the two holes in the ground?

No.

Well, well.

I don't like that story.

Well, don't you understand it? Two holes in the ground.

Well, well.

You'll never come back.

I'll never be the first Israeli juggler.

And you promised.

Let it be a lesson to you. Don't believe promises.

I didn't mean that, Josh.

You know I like you. I'll be back.

Ready?

Say, Ya'El, what's the Hebrew for "I'll be seeing you?"

."Josh.

Goodbye.

Why did you say goodbye?

I'm no fool.

Shalom, sir.

Shalom.

Tell Mr. Karni what you told me.

Maybe I saw him.

When?

He looked much older.

So maybe I didn't see him.

It's important, Grandma.

This picture was taken some years ago,

but we have reason to believe

that it's still recognizable.

His face was much sadder.

How can I be sure?

Was he with a boy around 13? Yes.

And did he pretend to be an American?

He didn't read Hebrew, so maybe he was an American.

Was he wearing a rucksack, a trench coat and a brown hat?

Yes. Which way did they go from here?

To the north, the Upper Galilee.

Grandma, you're a regular Sherlock Holmes.

- Shalom. - Shalom, sir.

Tired?

Certainly not.

You call this a mountain?

I've climbed the Matterhorn, the Rockies,

and, boy, am I tired.

Khamsin weather. Hot winds from the Sahara.

There is the Syrian border.

And one of their patrols.

Hey, it's very close.

Well, perhaps I'd better take you back to the kibbutz.

Why? What's Syria to me and me to Syria?

They can make trouble.

Tell 'em we're hiking to Damascus.

They'll laugh at you.

The only way out of Israel these days is by plane

or by boat or by smuggling yourself across the border.

Well, what can they do to us?

Put us in one of their prisons a while. Six weeks, six months.

Shall we go back?

Oh, well, I...

Oh, no, wait a minute.

The boys are disappearing now.

Well, by nature, I never could resist

seeing the other side of the mountain.

Shall we?

All right.

There is the road, Hans.

And your bus.

What does an Israeli girl do when a relative stranger

who has slept in her bed kisses her goodbye, huh?

Does she, uh, slap his face, shoot him?

Kiss back?

That is a joke?

Don't like what I did, eh?

Who are you, Hans?

Oh, I'm a man with likes, dislikes.

I'm crazy about racing cars,

loud music, hard candy, and a soft bed.

You are quick to make jokes.

I don't know about such games.

What I feel, I say.

I like you.

I have been lonely and I like you.

I wanted you to stay at our kibbutz,

but now you're leaving.

You know, I remember a story about a young man

who went to his sweetheart's father and asked:

"May I have your daughter's hand?"

And the father said, uh...

He said, uh...

It doesn't matter what he said. I've forgotten.

I'd better get going.

Goodbye, Hans. Good luck.

Shalom.

Hans, Hans!

Come here, quickly!

What is it?

That patrol is coming this way.

I think they've seen us.

Hans, this is no time for jokes.

I'm not going to prison.

We don't kill people in cold blood.

Hans, please!

Well, it's--

It's only the idea of prison food that bothers me.

I'm a connoisseur. I'm used to the best.

Well, you've seen numbers like mine before, haven't you?

Yes.

Why do you hide the fact

that you were in a concentration camp?

I'm selfish about my pleasures, that's why.

It's a memory I'm quite fond of.

Look in there.

Pretend you're seeing a place one quarter of its size.

No windows.

Nothing but walls, a floor and a ceiling.

Quite a lot of air for one man.

That's where I lay with 10 others

when they told me my wife and children

had been burnt in their ovens.

The floor was hard when I hit my head against it,

begging to die.

But when the walls became alive and moved in to crush me,

then I begged them not to let me die.

I learned that day that terror can become stronger than grief.

But mind you, I don't pity myself, but...

It was all my fault, everything.

Don't blame yourself, Hans.

I didn't think they could touch me,

the Wonderful Hans or my family.

I was their great hero.

Their children had my pictures on their walls.

They followed me on the streets for my autograph.

I could have left Germany at any time,

taken my wife and my children to safety.

But no, no, not me. I was above it all.

My friends warned me, "You're a Jew, you'll get in trouble."

I laughed.

"Who's a Jew? I'm a German."

So I waited.

Till it was too late.

Now if a dog were to lick my heart,

he'd die of the poison.

Can you understand now why I have a slight allergy

to locks on doors?

Nothing serious, mind you, except that it would be easy

to kill anyone that tried to put me away again.

And so, the Jolly Juggler.

Up and down, suspension and equilibrium.

That's me.

I am the juggler and the juggled.

If you really have no place to go, then come back with me.

See them rise. Watch them fall.

- We'll give you a home. - Hey, look at the merry go round.

You can work at your own profession.

Now on top, now at the bottom. We can't live by bread alone.

Everyone needs a place, a home. A home is a place you lose.

That's not true, Hans.

A home is a place you lose.

You're sick, Hans.

I'm not sick. Don't ever say that.

You see, my dear Ya'El, I'm a man of whim.

It's Thursday and I want a holiday,

I call it Sunday and I don't work.

And I'll call it Sunday.

Of course, I don't know how long I'll be able to stay.

One day, maybe two. Then I have to go again.

Where? For what?

Oh, now I remember how the story ended.

The young man went up to the girl's father

and asked, "May I have your daughter's hand?"

And the father said, "Certainly,

but what's the matter with the rest of her?"

See, I didn't have to say goodbye to Josh, after all.

Easy, easy.

What's that?

It's only the supply truck.

Josh, you keep working. I'll be right back.

Aw, don't go. We must practice more.

Any beauty hints for today?

Wait your turn, darling.

I won't eat the print.

Don't forget me, Mordecai.

Mordecai, can I take a look at the paper?

Sure. Later, later.

- Oh, but just a quick look. Please. - You shouldn't rush me.

Our own newspapers we haven't arranged for yet.

I had to beg the driver to give me his.

If I were polite, maybe I'd give it to you first.

But at my age, you should forgive me.

Time is more important than politeness.

Such news. Good, bad.

Good, bad.

Mordecai, my friend, I'm going to show you a trick.

The most extraordinary sensation. Ha!

Ha! Catch! Paper!

Oh, young man,

is that what you do in America?

The Prime Minister of England was mystified by it.

And don't tear the paper.

It's nothing. It's a trick.

He didn't really tear it.

In all the world of magic and legerdemain,

there's nothing like it. Now, watch me closely.

Ah!

Don't worry, Mordecai. It's only a trick.

In all the world of magic and legerdemain,

- there's nothing like it. - He's not really burning it.

The Maharajah of India would gladly

give up half his kingdom had he this power.

Watch!

Ha!

Voila!

Hooray, hooray! Now, let me have the paper back.

Your paper.

But the back page is still missing. That one.

Aha!

Ha!

Ha!

I don't understand it. I've done this trick for years.

I think, my friend, that was no accident.

Good news, everybody, our cows are coming back from Meron.

Hurry! Hurry! We have work to do!

Our ladies are coming home!

Tonight, after work, we'll have a big celebration.

You see, even cows have a home.

Yes, I often wished I were a cow.

Those trucks are from my kibbutz.

Magnificent, eh?

Astounding! Stupendous!

That was majestic.

Splendiferous! Why not?

But it was fun. We danced together. I mean everybody.

As if... As if we'd been practicing for years.

You learned very quickly.

Yes. Say, for a moment I wasn't even sure it was me.

Uh, or is it "I"?

It was you.

Listen, tomorrow I'm going to give a show for the children.

I'm glad you decided that Thursday was Sunday.

Unfortunately, I...

I can't stop all the clocks of the world forever.

Then you are leaving again?

Say, did you ever hear this one, Ya'El?

If all the old men could hire young men to die for them,

a young man could make a very nice living.

I don't want you to go.

No, you don't understand. It's a joke.

Look, if the old men could hire

young men to die for them...

What can I say to you?

What can I do to make you accept this place?

This country? This home? To make you well?

I like it here. I like it here.

But I don't want to hurt anybody anymore.

Or be hurt. I understand.

You don't.

So say goodbye and get me out of here. It's hopeless.

I've been taught to have hope.

I want a husband, children, to build a good home

in a good country. And I don't believe

they all have to end badly.

Hope, it's a naughty word these days.

Hans, I... I don't blame you, Hans.

I'll never blame you.

How can I?

I love you.

Ya'El, no.

A half a heart doesn't make for a full love.

What can I give you?

What can I promise you beyond...

Beyond 10 minutes to 9, this 20th day of August,

1949.

I'll take the chance.

Hello, Meron. This is kibbutz Sharon.

We have a message about a boy by the name of Yehoshua Bresler.

Thank you, Sharon.

Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you had guests.

Oh, that's all right.

Is it important?

The boy has been found.

That's the one you've been looking for.

- Is he here? - No,

he was hurt by a mine and he's not well enough to travel.

Well, where is he?

Kibbutz Hill of Galilee.

Is there any information on an American being there?

No, no, only the boy.

We can send a message and find out.

Please, no.

Yes, you're right. It wouldn't be good that way.

We can be there in an hour. Thank you very much.

Shalom. Shalom.

Ladies

and gentlemen.

It gives me great pleasure

to present the first Israeli juggler,

the Magnificent Yehoshua.

It's in your hat! It's in your hat!

That's Hans. I beg you to be careful with him.

I intend to.

Hans, don't run away. It will be all right.

Hans, please let me talk to you.

Please, Hans, you'll be all right.

Hans Muller, give yourself up!

You try to arrest me, I'll kill you and myself!

My rifle is in there.

I didn't want it to be like this.

You promised.

Back this way, it'll be dangerous.

Get him out of here. Out!

Hans, Hans, listen to me.

The man you attacked is not dead.

Please, darling, believe me.

You did not kill him.

The police told me.

The police always lie.

Ya'El, don't stand near the door!

Hans Muller, listen to what I say.

I am a policeman. You have been told the truth.

You didn't kill the man.

If I didn't kill the man, why are you here?

To save you from further harm.

If I didn't kill the man, why are you here?

To bring you before the law and to help you.

I don't need your help or your law.

Go away!

Darling, darling, this is your home.

Think what you are doing.

You haven't locked us out, you've locked yourself in.

Help me, someone! I'm sick!

I need help!