All language subtitles for The Little Drummer Girl #4

Thank you.

I've quit.

Do you speak English? Sorry.

Step out of the vehicle.

License and passport.

Right.

I thought you gave up.

I'm a terrible quitter.

Awful.

You're nervous.

This is...

Very serious, madam.

This amount, it... It would kill all of
us, not just you.

Smuggling moonshine is doubly illegal.

We keep this here.

Just this once.

Sorry.

She's made the cross.

One slip of it, please.

One slip of it.

Sorry,

I don't have any Austrian money. I only
have pounds.

Thank you,

Father.

Could have really blown up.

She's on the move.

She's off to the train station.

Where the hell are you going?

Focus on the car only.

I'm staying with Charlie. No, that
wasn't the plan.

She'll need me.

But Marty said... Shimon.

Marty said I was in charge of this
operation. Shimon. What?

His turn is ready off.

Great.

Simon, check this out.

Look.

Contact. Too far.

Surely, Lush Buster could get picked up
by the police.

Sit tight, please.

That's Anna Wittgen.

The rider will be keeping watch.

Hold position until she gets the key out
of the exhaust.

They have another key. Two telegrams,
two keys, of course. Keep your eyes on

car.

That's Rufino.

Who? A petty little left -wing
germative.

We've been sniffing him out since Milan,
but we can never prove a connection to

Khalil's network.

That just changed.

Welcome to the fight, Mr. Rossino.

Focus on the colony.

Shall I follow him or leave?

We can't just let him go.

No, we need everyone on that car.

Keep pulling over to the side of the
road.

Keep going. Keep going.

Turn your car around. We'll get her as
soon as she's called us in.

Let's move. Let's move.

I did all right, didn't I?

Marty says you're a star.

He wants to thank you in person
tomorrow.

And what about you?

Do you want to thank me in person?

You did a good thing today.

I enjoyed it.

I loved it.

Is that what happens? It gets addictive.

If you're the type.

Are you?

Why did you tell me about the
explosives?

When I got in the car.

One question at a time.

I know.

You are the type.

You said you would try to lie to me as
little as possible.

You wanted me to say no, didn't you?

Is it wrong, Daddy?

What we're doing?

Or were you trying to help me for
another reason?

You should run a bath.

You need to relax.

All right.

But don't fall asleep whilst I'm in it,
because I'm going to drink myself

stupid.

Room service.

Make me a drink.

After tonight, you don't know when
you'll see me again.

You're going home.

Leave the audience wanting more.

Uncertainty is the way we live.

Every night together can be our last.

Then we better make the most of it.

Your drink's ready.

Sorry?

Our best, best girl.

Now, from now on, we won't be writing
the play.

Now the play has to come to you in
England.

I'm booked in a job as you like it.

And before you go, there is someone we
think you should meet.

In a way, you are already well
acquainted.

When I was 11, I crouched in a homemade
shelter while the Jordanians poured

rockets into our camp.

Michel.

What did you do to him?

He is sedated, that's all.

We haven't touched a hair on his pretty
head.

Come on, Charlie.

This is important for your role.

What's in that thing?

Never mind.

Earthmark. Scar.

Scar.

Scars.

So the fiction becomes truth.

Go on.

They'll question you, Charlie.

You need to know every inch.

I said that's enough.

I'll put some clothes on him.

I know that was difficult, Charlie.

It's cruel.

Say your sympathy for the innocent. He's
a child. He killed a child.

Your British government promised
Palestine to the Arabs and to the Jews.

That's when all this started.

What's that got to do with me?

Being naive doesn't absolve you. Yes, it
does.

Yes, it does.

You can't have it both ways.

Victim one day, tyrant the next.

An actress one day, a moralist the next.

How do you live with it, Gadi?

The guilt.

What are you thinking of me?

We remember.

Never call me Goddy again.

These are photocopies.

Of his letter to you.

You kept the originals in your flat.

Mine to him?

Yes.

Yeah, right.

Charlie the romancer.

Charlie the pen.

Charlie the hard -nosed bitch.

Thank you, Jose.

If you could just lend me that gun of
yours and I'll just pop outside and

myself.

You're in love.

You need to write these out in your own
handwriting.

Let the thoughts become yours.

You really think they'll come for me?

Yes.

What about Michelle?

If you hold them in there for too long,
they'll know something's up.

Won't they?

You need to let them go.

Or at least put them on trial.

You'll be accounted for.

Each letter a different pen.

I am waiting.

Without you, this grey city is a tomb.

I can't sleep.

Can't eat.

Thoughts of your body burn inside me.

I want you to tear me apart.

To piece me back together.

Make me a new face.

A new body.

Make me another soul.

As you said, our bodies and bloods will
be mixed.

This thought is all that can sustain me
through these hollow nights of yearning.

The balm to the ache of your absence.

I would have it that we would be one.

our bodies and blood will be mixed.

You're going home, Charlie.

The psychopath admits... I got it.

The psychopath admits Beth Godesberg.

She half admits Zurich.

Has she given any names?

Her own.

She refuses to give a first name.

Makes no sense.

Michel took her on a few trips in his
car.

Told her how to shoot a gun in some
wood.

And a few other details that can help us
with the fiction.

Miss Bach is working on it now.

No knowledge of Khalil.

She's insane, Marty.

Hurts her, she acts like she enjoys it.
Stop hurting her, she regains her

strength and gives us nothing.

So we hurt girls too these days, huh?

You're the expert.

Should I make her fall in love with me,
Gotti?

So she doesn't notice the pain.

Does it lay, Gotti?

Yeah, please.

Rosina delivers it to the square where
she picked up the Mercedes from Charlie.

It's all true.

Then she drives it towards Munich, meets
Michelle on the way.

Untrue, but we're the only people who
know that.

So right now they're screwing each other
senseless.

Somewhere in the countryside, lost to
the world.

Lost to the world.

Well, that will also be true.

My hometown, Al Khalil. The Jews call it
Hebron.

Hebron is one of the only places from
which the Jews were never exiled.

It is therefore possible that Jewish
blood flows in my veins.

Yet, I am not ashamed.

Did I tell you that my father admired
the Jews?

He believed we should make a common
society.

Wanted to summon the neighboring Jews to
our village to speak with them.

The Zionists will tell you that we had
no culture.

They will say we lived in mud huts and
went about in stinking rags.

But we are decent people.

Can you believe me, Charlie?

Charlie, I told you. I know.

I know. You're closing, Ellie.

I'm coming.

Can you keep the lady's lights on? You
don't want me pissing on the floor.

Dammit!

Stop staring at me, Johnny!

Am I that pretty?

Do we have to go this far?

There's no other way.

I know.

I know. But there's no other way.

Marty said so.

You can see another option.

I'm sure you've considered every
possible option.

Made every possible promise.

No innocence.

That is what I promised you, Gunny. No
innocent people.

I misheard. Yes, you misheard.

Like always.

We have another player confirmed,
Rossino. That is another step closer to

Charlie is in place. What can you not...

The girl is exposed.

I asked each boy and girl personally if
they wanted to stand down.

They all begged me to go through with
it.

You remember at the Munich Olympics?

The German police voted among themselves
too.

They chose to abandon their rescue
operation.

Because it was too dangerous.

What would you have me do?

If you're paying me to be your
conscience, Marty, you should ask for

back.

Switch them.

What?

We said Anna was a psychopath.

If there's an accident, having her
behind the wheel will play into their

imaginations.

Salim is a steady driver.

You are mine, and I'm yours, Charlie.

You are my soldier.

Together we will put the match to the
fuse.

For us, there is no law except the law
that is born this day under fire.

We're moving out.

Acts of violence cannot be criminal when
they are carried out in opposition to a

criminal state.

If the Israelis bomb our villages with
fighter jets and we have not a single

plane, if they send tanks when we have
only our fifth, when nobody cares, what

else can we do but terror?

For terror is theater.

And sometimes the world...

has to be lifted up by its neck before
it will listen to justice.

Terror.

Did I say terror?

For terror is theater.

You remember what I said about my
father?

In order to welcome his Jewish visitors,
he kept the coffee in the village

guesthouse hot for them all hours of the
day.

But when the Zionists finally came, they
attacked.

My grandfather had to sell his horse to
buy a gun to protect his family.

They shot him with that very same gun.

I will always love you, my Joan.

For now, our bodies and our bloods are
mixed.