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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.