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Thank you.

And take the drugs, Gabriel.

Tomorrow you're going to school, okay?

See you later.

Entschuldigung, er wird diese Erkältung nicht laufen.

Drei Tage?

Hi, I'm Charmian.

Charmian Ross.

We are thrilled to meet you, Miss Ross. Believe me.

He's different.

You can feel it. You don't... With a smile, please.

With a... He's different.

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

He's different. Loving.

What's that meant to me?

Fewer teeth.

Good.

That anger, hold it.

Try something a little new. I want you to take the essence of the scene and

it your own.

The other night I was in the pub with him.

My mates too.

And I was smiling along, playing sneaker, pool, whatever, and I

saw these pissed old farts in the corner hassling this lady.

Charlie, leave it this time.

I started a fight.

I started a fight with this idiot in charge.

Charlie. No. Do you know what a word like puff means to him? Charlie. And I

shoved him. I shoved him and he...

He went flying and I felt... I threw up on the snooker table, Chad. He didn't

even know I was gay.

Oh, I felt so alive.

Sorry.

Johnny grabbed him and pulled him away from me and I saw him falling in love

with me.

Infinitely. And he saw me burning inside.

Oh, shit.

And in that moment, his eyes were endless.

I grabbed him the moment we got outside and he kissed me so hard that his teeth

hit mine.

Pleasure's the antidote to death, right?

Two cloaks, two batteries, yes?

That's what the Germans said.

They will tell us the attaché was the target.

We fly all the way from Israel for that.

You think it was the uncle? The outspoken Talmudic scholar. Oh, as if

any other kind.

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

Which name was I going to use?

Truman. Dr. Paul Alexis. Yes.

Department 6.

The blood came from the au pair's room. Wonderful work. Pretty girl, this au

pair young.

Au pairs are usually young, but... Sure, sure.

Tell me, was Mrs.

Feinberg present when you interviewed the attaché? Naturally.

He was still in shock. Why? I think I should speak to him alone, don't you?

I think the guilt that is stopping his mouth now will force it open if it is

just us Israelis.

Oh.

The au pair's beautiful friend.

What were her distinguishing features? Anything unique?

I never heard she was beautiful.

Didn't you?

Well, what was she wearing then?

A cardigan.

A cardigan.

Hello. And how... How far was it buttoned up?

On its day now.

Hello. May I speak with Uki, please?

You're au pair.

Uki didn't tell you?

She left on holiday just two hours ago now.

I thought she wasn't leaving until tomorrow.

Her mother gave me this to bring her.

Records.

Uki's crazy about Yankee Pop.

Blonde or brunette, dyed or natural, up or down?

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

Blonde.

Die. Down.

An attractive Western girl.

Again.

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

Yes.

Into the au pair's room.

Yes.

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

A bracelet, rings, earrings?

Driving on foot?

Driving.

And a few.

The collar.

Salmon, peach, Vienna sausage.

Copper brown. And then she makes a copper brown.

She was in the passenger seat, looking back at me

over her shoulder.

Beck?

What about the headrest?

I'm certain I saw her face.

What about the driver?

Well, Arabic.

He looked worried, I think.

This was everything that was retrieved.

Yeah. Nothing elegant, absolutely everything?

Everything related to the bomb.

Was there something like this?

An NSU was found abandoned in a car park outside of Munich this afternoon.

The headrest?

Missing. Right. Only the passenger side.

Get her a description now, sir. I want surveillance on every suspected safe

house in Munich.

Okay.

Lovely.

It's rather big, isn't it?

They tattooed adults and children the same size.

Children grow.

So does the tattoo.

Why not?

Dr. Electus.

May I call you Paul?

Yes.

I've learned it is best as Israelis to be selective.

Find a friend.

Help him along in his profession.

Guardedly.

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

So.

A few years ago, a bunch of Palestinians raised a certain amount of hell in my

country.

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

Next, a few settlements.

And when they began to attack schools, I could not take it any longer.

They were four brothers, our intelligence said.

Family.

And the eldest of them.

He had a genius to him.

I'm sorry to compare him to a German, but he was Mozart.

An Austrian.

What's that was?

Oh, that's right.

Khalil. Khalil.

Khalil, the eldest.

I put together a team.

And within months of our investigation, any normal Palestinian couldn't have lit

a match near Israel without us hearing of it first.

Milan. And Zurich.

And now this. Yes.

You know the Arabic driver of the NSU?

This was the youngest brother.

Ah. Mm -hmm.

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.

Set free, child, after such wickedness as yours.

What are you dreaming of?

You promised me my life, but you lie.

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

And to keep from me everything that brings me back to the love of God, when

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! Victory!

Witch! Witch!

Devil! Witch! Satan!

Tell Marty we've got her.

Charlie?

Someone left it for you.

You see who?

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

Mm -mm.

It's a bit light.

in motion, or the enemy is using Westerners, so must we.

Our fiction has to match their reality.

Can't you find a Jewish insert?

We can't count on Gentile loyalty.

If you want to catch a lion, a toy

goat won't play here, no.

Our goat has to be alive. Has to smell right.

Even if it is in the wrong place right now.

I don't buy it.

This is our chance, Noah.

We get to Haleel through Salim, his baby brother. No, we take him out.

It's fiction, nonsense.

Infiltration?

The government needs immediate action. Marty!

Have your actions stopped Halil before?

Let us be surgeons this time, not

butchers.

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

The budget for what I am proposing will cost less than the gas in your jets for

a single raid.

You are a dreamer, Marty. Always were.

I am an artist.

And with respect for your rank, you are a bourgeois

asshole. Oh, of course. I will need ten more team members for this.

Ten!

We got the five men?

To that, the back of the twenty.

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

The lush? Yes, I want her in Munich tomorrow.

And get me the old forger's freely, too.

So the lush and the crazy, perfect.

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

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

Charlie paid us herself.

Mad, isn't it?

Necessary sacrifices.

Two Zionists killed in Germany and the Palestinian cause is all over the news.

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

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

Al, the eight -year -old Marxist. I thought you were against the Zionists.

As it happens, I do feel like there's a way to achieve peace without killing

people. Darling.

Hush, you brilliant people.

I just spoke to our agent, Mary.

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

Quiet!

He's sending us all to Greece.

What? On some sort of corporate charity tour.

For rehearsals?

As you like it.

I bloody love it!

A patron?

What is this, the 1680s? Oh, just come with us.

Come on, we're going on a shift to cover the fair.

God's sake, Charlie.

bombs going off in Germany and you're celebrating because you get to sun

yourself and neck boot Paris and Greece. Oh, if only you got work, right? Then

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

Let's go from the top of the page.

Your heart's desires be with you.

Come, where is this young gallop that is so desirous to live with his mother?

No, no.

Come, where is this young gal that so desires to lie with his mother earth?

Ready, sir.

But his will has in it a more modest working.

I'm going for a slash.

Hey. Anyone want a drink?

No, thanks, sir.

No? No, thanks.

Charlie, this was supposed to be our rehearsal, George.

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 Odette.

I forgot to ask, Odette, how is your myopia? Did you see the specialist?

I did. Thank you. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

My son, he has grown up.

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.

I remember it, though.

Took in 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 bows.

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

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, yeah. Come down.

Charlie. Hmm?

Him.

Back.

Action, man.

They keep on hanging around us.

You think he's following us?

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

He hasn't looked at us once.

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.

What happened?

He got scarred. What?

Yeah, like, someone's taken a red -hot piece of wire to him or something.

He could be a gangster.

Any coaches know? Didn't quite get that far, I'm afraid.

I thought he was reading Debray's Conversations with Ayenze.

Well, I love him.

You should buy him a drink.

A fireman. What fireman, Reed 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

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?

I thought you were Charlie.

I thought that was a boy's name.

Well, I'm a girl.

Jose.

Charlie? No, honestly, you look like little kids. Animal, vegetable, mineral.

Can you not see his dick?

International man of mystery.

Look at that face. Yeah, well, don't come crying to me when he cleans out

traveller's checks.

Came here to work, guys.

Did you say something in there?

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

Oh, Miss Bach, you have outdone yourself. Better even than I expected.

A couple more scratches on the walls, perhaps? As quick as you can. I need

steadiest hand on this.

Trust me.

This is 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.

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.

We have put bunks upstairs for mapping and shifts, and the bedroom is for Miss

Bach only. And please make sure you sleep a night without rest. It's a day

without perspective.

Oh,

he is devilish, isn't he?

Who invited him?

That'd be me.

What? Hey, mind the fire.

Hello,

big man.

I'm so excited.

Look at this.

Hooray! What are you doing?

Who are you? Hello.

Stop. Sit there.

Please don't ignore me again.

You two, come on.

To the beach!

Once more, to the beach!

Do you know this tune then?

You were humming it at the taverna.

No.

No?

A friend wrote it for us back in London.

St. Joan.

Oh.

If you meet me at the red barn, as sure as I have life,

I'll take you to Whippetown 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 on to the red barn.

And there he dug her grave.

I promised I would marry her upon a certain day.

Instead of that, I was resolved to take her life.

To take her life.

Hello. Michel's on the move already.

He's just booked a plane ticket, Marty.

Say it again, old man.

He's just booked himself a plane ticket.

We're off to the races.

And where is he flying to?

Istanbul.

Perfect.

Closer than we hoped.

Okay, see you, Marty. Thank you. I can't believe it. No, no, no.

Think like him for a moment, Simon.

He collects the syntax in Turkey and then drives back into Europe and on his

to his next attack. But where will that be?

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

We have to move faster than we expected, so we grab him at the border crossing

here on the Greek side, just like we planned.

We are a go. Start cleaning, Mr. Bach.

Morning. I'm working.

Is that your table, sir?

My name... Peter Richthofen.

Ah.

You're from Germany.

I'm a mongrel.

Even mongrels have homes.

Not all of them.

Passport?

Mongrels tend to object to people fixing their identities with pieces of paper.

Surely you, as a progressive, would understand that.

How do you know I'm a progressive?

You make a good show of it.

Oh, look, this is ridiculous.

How do you know I like the tires?

I don't.

I like it.

But you always drink at nine in the morning.

Not in moderation.

You ever been to London, Jose?

Red Dragon Theater?

Should I have?

No.

Rosalind. My favorite of all Shakespeare's leading ladies.

Who says I'm playing a leading lady?

Found something.

After that dispute I moved to London.

God, yeah, 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.

Well, what should I be? Well, I mean, at your age.

Thank you.

Why aren't you?

Uh, I refuse to be a slave to patriarchy.

When you answer from now on.

There was a divorce a few years ago.

Wow.

Of course, on my side, there's a small matter of my deeply dodgy taste in men,

so...

What is it? You keep on

trying to say something.

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

I'm leaving.

Today.

Oh, no.

Where to?

Athens.

Tourism.

I don't suppose you fancy joining me.

Just for a couple of days.

If your friends can spare you.

Why?

Because I'm dodgy.

One strawberry ice cream.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

The younger brother.

We believe he's recruited girls like this before.

Oh.

Großartig.

Danke.

This one is Anna Wittgen, some flimsy Swedish outcast from Baader -Meinhof,

actually.

Thank you.

Now my turn.

I believe this Anna Wittgen they recently met with the baby brother right

in New York. Really?

Are you going to walk all the way to California?

Thessalonica?

Kind of vaguely heading that way.

As vaguely as you like.

Open up the back then.

Can't carry this on my lap.

Ooh.

Fancy.

Show it to me again.

Now,

I will need a touch more help clearing something across your notoriously

fastidious border.

What something?

It's a certain medical patient who will be in a state of emergency.

I

feel like a

giant chick.

Devilish mongrel and a giant chick.

Oh, my God!

Rose!

Rose!

You

got

all those scars from women, didn't you?

Don't you care for it?

My mate has a jacket just like that.

Let's see ya.

If I asked where we're going, would that ruin the surprise?

The tunnel.

To be honest, Jose, I'm not a fan of the alfresco fumble.

I'm a three -course meal for mozzies.

Leaves me feeling a bit exposed, you know?

Oh.

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 Erechtheum.

Oh, come on.

Now, it's true.

The Byzantines then changed it into a church.

The Ottomans, the harem.

Now, the same thing happened to the Parthenon.

The temple was built in mid -5th century BC and was dedicated to Athena of

Parthenon, the virgin.

The temple remained intact until 5th 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?

Same guidebook as you, obviously.

Human sponge, me.

Read it, hear it.

It's in.

Yeah? Mm -hmm.

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

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

It then took you 19 hours to tell me your name, which is Peter Richtofen.

You're a Mongol.

You hate passports.

You drink botaris at all hours of the day.

You act like you've been everywhere in the world except London. You think I'm

Rosalind?

You were married once before, but you don't like talking about her.

In fact, you don't seem to talk too much altogether, and when you do, you let on

very little, which you think is incredibly mysterious and alluring, and

actually, it's just really annoying, and we both agree that you're a bit dodgy.

Shall I carry on, or will that do?

Where are we going now?

Taj Mahal?

Actually, what is this?

This?

Yeah, it is this.

All fur coat and great bloody chastity belt.

Okay,

you need to slow down.

But you like fast cars.

I never told you that.

For God's sake, stop.

Why are you going so fucking fast?

Okay, 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 talk, 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've lied to you as little as possible.

Welcome,

Charlie.

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

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