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- Morning. - Morning.

If he has time to play that, he has time to take a rest.

He won‘t.

Nothing like the English Suites to douse the flames in your head.

No fire analogies, please, Miss Bach.

Rossino.

You know that‘s bad for them.

It'll cheer them up.

Paddling around all day with no direction.

With no idea what might be coming up from the dark to get them.

And crisps will solve that?

You‘re not English.

I couldn't come until I was sure you weren't being watched.

That‘s all right.

I'm a woman. I'm used to men pissing me about.

How is he?

Michel?

Haven‘t seen anything on the news about a trial, so...

where is he being sentenced? Germany or Israel?

He‘s getting the fairest trial he can.

You need to be calm.

When they make contact, don't seem too eager.

They‘ll treasure most what they cannot have.

Will they?

Where have you been?

I keep on thinking I‘m seeing you.

Everywhere.

And if I'm being totally honest, I th...

I think it‘s all starting to mess with my head a bit.

We‘ll take care of all that when it‘s over.

And you‘ll be there?

Come on. I need to give you the final part of the fiction.

You‘re here with Michel on your last morning together.

He woke you early, drove you out.

Fumble in the car first?

Please concentrate, Charlie.

This is just outside Munich.

I do have to get back.

Tonight's the last night of our tour.

For the first time... here... now...

I mention to you my brother, Khalil.

His very existence is a secret I share with only the most loyal few.

For years I worked on the fringes,

trying to impress my brother.

I saw him seldom.

A day in Damascus, a few hours in Amman.

One night I was by his side, with my sister, Fatmeh.

We were drinking in his words, his wisdom, his courage.

We were walking down the street when suddenly he stopped...

..and he embraced me.

I could feel his rough face against my own.

He could feel my tears.

He took this from his left pocket...

...and he put it into my hand.

It's heavy.

That was my response.

Khalil was shot in his right wrist as a boy.

He taught himself to fire with one hand

so that he could continue fighting another day.

We must all be strong like him.

Which one shall I hit first?

Your choice.

Wait.

Fire.

Fire.

Well, it would have been a miracle if you hit anything.

What?

Shooting with one hand is not easy-

Now kiss it.

- What? - The gun.

Charlie, you must swear allegiance...

- ...as I did. - It's a bit kinky,

- don't you think? - Fuck your sarcasm!

Do you know how the Zionists

described my country when they first arrived?

"A land without a people, for a people without a land."

Their genocide was already committed.

What happened then in '48?

In Deir Yassin?

Their Irgun soldiers made barrel bombs filled with petrol

and rolled them down the hill...

...so they would set fire to our villagers.

They cut off the hands of our men.

They raped our women.

They blinded our children.

And then in '67...

...they did the same thing again...

...and again...

and again.

I have something better than a gun.

I‘m a spy, not a thief.

I've built in a wiretap.

We‘ll be listening whenever you‘re in our reach.

- How is that better than a gun? - It's company.

You know acting?

Well, the only way I know how to do it properly...

...is to live it.

So it becomes the truth for me.

So, if I love Michel...

...I have to really love him.

Completely.

Put on a white scarf and I will come for you.

Otherwise, we‘ll be listening on that radio.

I'll remember that when I go to the loo, then.

I wanted to raise a toast to, erm, our little friend here...

- What? - ...by going down the pub,

- and sinking... - Ah.

- Ah, the pub, - Hey.

- nigh on 50 pints. - What a novel idea!

- What you having? - I'm not.

What do you mean?

I'm not... I'm not going to come and join you guys.

- Not just now. - Why not?

- I‘m just going to head back for a bit. - It was our last show!

- I know! - It's just a half hour walk.

- That's all. - Where have you gone, Chaz?

Nowhere. I'll catch you later.

Pour me a pint.

I'll, erm, stay with Chaz too, I'll meet you.

All right, then.

- Borings! - For God's sake.

Come on.

- We bore you, don't we? - What?

It's OK. It's fine.

Wherever your head is,

that was the best I've seen you today, Chaz, ever.

I feel like I could be anyone, right now.

"Your spirits are too bold for your years."

- Have fun, go catch up with them. - OK.

It'll take me ages to find out which one‘s mine.

They all look the same.

Cool, see you. Bye.

Shit. Shit!

Urgh! Come on!

Erm, they've, they‘ve been here.

They've been here and they‘ve left a note.

Oh, God.

Erm, it says...

It says, "M would be..."

M... "M" must be Michel, right?

"M would be proud of you."

"Michel would be proud of you."

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."

That is not the reaction we were expecting.

- Who are you? - Who did you think I was?

Some creep. stalks me after my shows.

Sends his men to watch out for me.

Well, I haven't seen any men.

Why would you have?

I‘m charged with the responsibility

of representing the giver of this gift

legally, Miss Charlie.

That is the vodka you drink with him?

Yes?

With grapes in your hotels.

He would be very glad to know

that Rosalind was wearing his bracelet today.

And is wearing it still, I think.

- Please, if you will come with me. - I‘m not going anywhere.

He is very angry

when his hospitality is refused, Miss Charlie.

I have news of him.

M told me to trust no-one.

- Do you know M's real name? - Of course.

It ends with an M, in fact.

Can you trust me now?

A gun.

Could be a chair.

- Sit over there. - See?

You said you had news.

- About Michel? - Charlie.

So good to finally meet you.

- My name is Helga. - Helga?

When did you last see him, please?

- In Munich. - That is where.

- Not when. - Anton is a lawyer.

Near... nearly three weeks ago.

That was the last time I heard from him.

This does not need to be a long interrogation.

- Lie to me again... - I'm not lying! I'm not lying!

- Three weeks? - Yes.

- Yeah. - I thought you were in love.

"Were"?

Has something happened to him?

- He's dead, isn't he? - Oh. yes.

Super dead.

We‘ve lost them.

We are sorry.

Judging from your beautiful letters, you will be sorry, too.

The letters are fake, Anton, just like this performance.

Look at her.

- Oh, no. - A girl died also.

Swedish, really sexy.

How does that make you feel?

Bastards.

Lying Zionist bastards...

- Leave it. - Zionists?

They‘re cowards.

They‘re cowards, all of them.

You said "Zionists" Charlie, "lying", Why?

- Well, who else killed him? - Killed him?

Read the newspaper!

The police say it was an accident.

It's very dangerous to contradict the police, Charlie.

Why would my client drive a car full of explosives,

- Oh, shut up, will you? - when he was a student?

_

Bloody meter. What's wrong with this country?

_

Anton!

_

Charlie. Do you maybe have 50p?

Please?

Thank you.

I knew it.

I knew it! It's to .it... for music!

For music,

Don't you have music in your revolution?

The door, the windows at the back.

Come on!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, w-...

Wait for my signal.

_

I'll show you she's a police whore.

There's... there's...

There‘s no reception! There‘s no reception!

This place is a shithole!

Ah! Argh!

I knew you were a fake the minute I saw you.

_

- How can I believe you? - Because I kissed his gun!

I kissed his brother's gun.

Michel didn‘t have a brother.

Sure he didn't.

I said, "This is a bit kinky,"...

...and he said "Fuck your sarcasm."

So then I kissed his gun.

Khalil's.

Please. Please.

What else did he say to you?

Facts.

Tell us everything you know.

No.

How do I know you‘re not the police whore?

Sit down!

Where does he find you crazy bitches?

Welcome to the revolution, Charlie.

Get back.

You killed him.

Why didn‘t you tell me?

- We needed a genuine performance. - Ha-ha!

Right. OK.

Now you don't trust my acting skills.

This is reality.

If they‘d have seen you were false for a fraction of a second

they would have killed you.

They‘re the murderers?

You'd let me die in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?

Just like that Swedish girl.

Just to get to them.

They will verify your story now.

Report upwards.

You‘re in this fight.

Whether you like it or not.

The thing is, I don't know what side

I ought to fight for anymore.

Good. Genuine.

Show me one thing.

One real thing about you.

Take credit, Gadi.

It's better than we even dreamed.

They've taken the hook. Helga Stern,

our radical pastor‘s daughter.

Rossino, the motorcycling hack.

And now this new player.

- Anton. - A lawyer, no less.

What kind of accent did this Anton have?

- German. - Or Swiss perhaps?

The law firm Michel wrote to was in Zurich.

I'll check their books for an Anton.

Their books, his passport, his birth certificate.

I want everything there is on this dashing legal burgher.

Gadi.

Is she still in the game?

- She took it hard. - That‘s why they believe her.

All we know is she's still in play.

You have doubts?

- Where will they take her? - We don't know.

That is the point.

Call it now, Gadi.

Right now.

Do we let it play or do we pull her out?

She doesn‘t realise how far this will go.

Her survival depends on her ignorance.

You know that.

A girl like Charlie comes along once in a lifetime.

That heart.

That unfocussed rage.

That demands faith now, not direction.

Now, as you awaken.

Remember the swan‘s last dance.

Did you dance with young angels While you were dreaming?

Did the butterfly light you up.

When it burned with the eternal light of the rose?

Did the phoenix appear clearly before you.

And call you by your name?

Tell me how you lived your dream in a certain place.

And I'll tell you who you are.

And now, as you awaken, remember

if you have wronged your dream.

And if you have,

then remember I the last dance of the swan.

As for me, I like to be loved as I am.

Not as a colour photo in the paper.

Or as an idea composed in a poem amid the stags

I hear Laila's faraway scream from the bedroom.

Do not leave me a prisoner of rhyme in the tribal nights.

Do not leave me to them as news

I am a woman, no more and no less...

You may rob me of the last span of my land.

You may ditch my youth in prison holes...

We‘ve got him!

One Anton Mesterbein.

A lawyer affiliated with Birchler and Associates in Zurich.

He does pro-bono work for

radical students, third worlders, guest workers...

And gun-slinging revolutionaries

who have a weakness for quaint cottages.

So...

what else does he get up to in his spare time?

He‘s quite the traveller.

France, Egypt, Turkey, Spain...

Turkey... Michel bought semtex out of Istanbul.

Ah, back from the dead, Shimon?

We should look into any numbered accounts he's using.

- Cheers. - Thank you, darling.

Next stop, Chalk Farm.

Hey! What are you doing?

Did he just take something?

No, no, no.

"Here's my number in case of emergency."

"Only call if you are far from home."

"Missing you, Helga."

Our best, best girl.

You deserve an Oscar, Charlie.

Stop it.

You had the white scarf.

Well?

They use postcards to communicate.

To communicate what?

Your performance in the cabin convinced the first and

steeliest of your critics.

Your new pals Helga and Anton.

And now you are invited to the bigger show.

Want to listen back to yourself? You were captivating...

I said stop.

Very well.

You have opened up a whole new can of worms for us, Charlie.

Worms we have been trying to hook for many years now.

And whatever happens from here, we are forever in your debt.

Trying to recruit me again, Mart?

I am telling you we need you.

OK, so what does happen next?

Hasn‘t our friend said?

Gadi doesn‘t say a bloody thing, not unless you tell him to.

Gadi.

Hmm.

Honestly Charlie, we don't know what happens next.

In this situation, we are like ducks, if I may,

on the surface of a pond.

Now, so far you have stayed above the murkiest patches,

paddling away brilliantly,

allowing us to see whoever it is who comes up to say hello.

But, from here on in,

we need you to dive under the water.

- Deep. - So I'm bait.

Why would I want to go any deeper?

I have a gun to my head

while you just sit around listening,

jotting names down?

Where will you be?

As close by as we can.

You have to play it with instinct, with courage...

I don't have to do a bloody thing!

When you showed me that boy in Munich, Michel.

Did you know you were going to murder him?

Did you?

Yes.

I did.

And did you?

No.

He didn't.

Goodbye.

Do something.

What happens if I don't do this?

He‘ll keep coming.

Our military‘s just waiting for an attack big enough.

Then they can blow them all up.

And Khalil will only get stronger.

Are you going to kill him like you killed Michel?

No, we need Khalil alive.

Where are we going?

We‘ve passed the same place three times.

Shh.

I‘m sorry, Charlie.

You don't need to whisper.

I‘m really sorry.

For all of it.

So, this is you?

Yeah, this is me.

For now.

- My name is Gadi Becker. - No cover stories.

OK? No apologies. No lies.

And if this is part of the service, then don't.

I am a soldier.

I have fought in many wars.

I have killed.

I've used people and I've lied.

I was married once...

...but our love wasn't strong enough.

How did you pick up these?

A fire... in a tank... ‘67.

- And this one? - A bullet.

What are you doing?

- Stay there! - Ha-ha! What?

Don't move-

What about this one?

- I can't see. - That one.

- Erm, shrapnel. - Of course.

- And this one? - Stab wound.

Ha! Thug.

Aah! Sorry, sorry, sorry!

- Sorry. sorry! - It's hot.

I know, it's really hot under here.

What about this one?

My mother‘s Pomeranian.

- What? - Yeah, when I was five.

- He was a little shit. - Mm.

I thought you disapproved of me.

All my men.

I‘d never disapprove of pleasure.

It's the only antidote to death.

Thief.

Was it Marty, then?

Did he say you weren't allowed?

To love me?

Can we not bring Marty in here with us?

But why?

You don't have to do this.

You‘re not one of us.

Well... call me when she comes out, Daniel.

Here. Your old one.

You'll be out of our reach.

You know, I changed my mind.

It's love.

Love is the antidote to death.

Wish me luck.

- Hello. - Helga.

You walk down the stairs,

then you go down to the end of the path,

right past the phone box.

Then you turn and come back again.

The call will come exactly at two, Charlie.

Don't be late.

- Excuse me, I'm expecting a call... - Here's what you do.

You walk on my left side to the car. Hands behind your back.

If you call out, I shoot you on the right side, here.

If the police show up, if I‘m suspicious...

Boom!

All right!

Very good, Charlie.

Strap on her seat belt.

Turn round, and I'll shoot you, OK?

Good girl.

Where are you taking me?

- Where did they take her? - Heathrow.

They boarded a flight to Charles de Gaulle.

- They? - Charlie and Helga.

We have confirmation from the ticket desk.

And?

And she hasn't passed through French customs.

Plane landed hours ago.

- We've lost her? - No.

They've found her.

And they like what they see.

This is absolutely your last chance to tell me the truth, Charlie.

Who have you talked to about you and Michel?

Or what? You'll shoot me?

It's not for me to shoot you now.

It will be worse than that if you are a liar.

The handbag.

Please.

They will find everything out.

I'm telling you this because I like you, actually.

Funny way of showing it.

Yalla!

Lebanon?

Yes, a flight from Paris to Beirut.

She was spotted this morning.

The dream is alive, Gadi.

She has crossed the line, gone straight in.

So now the fiction and reality become one.

They take her in, fall in love with her.

- l have to go out there. - No.

- Marty, l have... - No.

Give it time, as you know you should.

She is safer in the fiction.

They will send her back to us.

As one of us, or one of them?

What does it matter?

- We see each other again? - Who knows?

Wait. You‘re not coming with me?

Don't screw with these guys, 0K?

Helga... No. No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck off! No!

I am Salim's woman! Get your hands off me!

What the... No, no, no, no, no!

Please! No! no! Aah!

Aah! Helga! Helga!

We‘ve disrupted Khalil's supply chain.

His brother is dead.

So you think we‘ve knocked him off-balance?

He will come back harder, more dangerous, more suspicious.

- You‘re underestimating her. - No, are underestimating them.

Just like we always do.

Do you think I am overshooting myself?

How the hell else do you expect me to hit the sky?

No! No! No! Helga!

I told her she had a choice.

Then you lied, didn‘t you?

Not me.

You wanted autonomy.

This is autonomy.

- But she's not prepared. - You should have prepared her.

- I needed more time. - You took all night.

How dare you? l was losing her.

Ah, but not your touch, clearly.

And I am glad for it, Gadi.

Come on. Bringing her back to your flat,

making her feel loved...

It was you who pushed her onto that plane, no-one else.

You act as if you are so changed,

but you have not lived this much in years.

Take a night off.

Consider your role in this.

I can see the great Gadi Becker coming back to me.

I don't want this weakness

to strangle him before he can breathe.

Ha-ha! Honestly,

all those years hiding in Berlin.

How you can prefer that graveyard of a place to Israel

is a mystery to me.

Well, it‘s no mystery to the Palestinians.

If you live in exile, you don't have to ask yourself

if you‘re the bad guy.

Keep it on your right wrist.

Then I'll know you‘re 0K.

The Palestinian people are easy to love.

They aren‘t like us.

Like us? Or like you?

Don't mistake chaos for incompetence.

Khalil is everywhere... always watching.

Give nothing.

Listen to everything.

I am Captain Tayeh.

Thank you.

The owner of this house must not like vodka, I'm afraid.

- For you? - No.

They say you are much in love with our dead Palestinian.

Helga says you want to fight.

- I do. - Anybody, or just Zionists?

Some of the people we get,

they want to blow up the whole world.

- Are you like that? - No.

Helga, Mr Mesterbein.

Scum.

Necessary scum... but scum all the same.

Is that you, Charlie?

I‘d hardly say yes, would I?

Ever kill anybody?

No.

You‘re lucky.

Why do you want to kill yourself fighting for us?

- To continue what he started. - Salim is dead.

In a year or two, we shall all be dead.

He taught me.

To what? To bomb?

To shoot? To kill?

He taught me to shoot once.

You want to change the world.

Forget it.

Your English already did that.

Stay home.

Act your little parts.

- It's safer. - It's death.

In Munich.

Why did you leave your boyfriend Salim?

You'd already driven the car across the border for him.

- What did you know that he didn't? - Nothing.

He told me to come back to avoid suspicion.

- Suspicion? - Mmm-hmm.

I‘d already taken one risk,

and if I did it again, they might notice.

Actually, I was relieved, to tell you the truth.

After that drive, I saw him in the hotel,

and l was scared.

Sorry.

How could I have known he was going to die?

Did he teach you to hate, Charlie?

Hate is for Zionists.

He said to fight, we must love.

Yes. But we also bomb.

Shoot. Kill.

Did he teach you to hate, Charlie?

Enough. Tayeh.

You can leave now.

He had a birthmark.

Below his hip.

Which side?

- His right. - A scar.

Scars.

His right shoulder, lower back, his feet.

Do you want me to tell you about his penis too?

He was good to you?

What was he to you?

The trigger.

Welcome, Charlie.

I am Fatmeh.

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