All language subtitles for The.Little.Drummer.Girl.S01E01.2018.1080p.UHD.BluRay.DDP5.1.DoVi.HDR10+.x265-PTer_Track04

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Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Yes!

And that, Al, is how you play pool

Snooker. And it was a bloody fluke.

Yeah, yeah.

-Ignore him, Chas. He's the enemy. -Mm-hmm.

-What's the matter? -Do you think you can do it again, love?

What's the matter? Why are you getting angry?

Easy now.

You can be Charlie, given this fine.

We've got a problem.

-Charlie -What's wrong with him. -Charlie

No. Do you know what a word like "Poof" means to him?

Chas.

It's the kicking outside Brixton tube (station).

It's bully at Camden Palace.

It's every time he's been punched in the face just for being who he is.

Apologize.

You want to tell her?

What?

I...

I threw up on the snooker table, Chas.

Last time I came in.

It was a third bloody time too.

Didn't even know I was gay.

Apologize?

Yep. I'm sorry.

-Shit. -What if we ever...

-Shut up. -gone to Camden Palace?

He called you a poof, all right?

Two clocks, two batteries, yes?

That's what this German said.

You think it was the uncle?

The outspoken too moody scholar.

Oh, as if there is any other kind.

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

Which name was I going to use?

Truland.

- Dr Powell Alexis. - Yes.

Department 6.

I prepared two offices for you to use.

- This one... - for you generosity.

-And the one next door. - Yeah.

The blast came from the au pair's room.

Wonderful work.

Pretty girl, this au pair? Young?

Au pairs are usually young, but...

Sure, sure.

Was there anything else out of the ordinary anything

that the attache and mention any deliveries packages?

-No. -Where are you holding the evidence?

We are collecting and sorting through it all at the moment.

Tell me,

was Mrs Fineberg present when you interviewed the attache?

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.

come on, Aaron

you are a man.

If God wished it any other way, he would have made it so.

Brother, to brother here.

You are right.

It's my fault.

Oh God.

It's my fault.

- I took a delivery. - You are to know.

I am aware of the security guidelines...

My son...

Details are in.

Elk's beautiful friend,

what were her distinguishing features? Anything unique?

I never said 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?

Honesty now.

Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Ucki?

Sorry. Elk, Your au pair.

Ucki? Yes. I heard her friends call her.

Ucki didn't tell you?

She left on holiday, just two hours ago now.

I thought she wasn't leaving till tomorrow.

Her mother gave me this to bring her. Records.

Ucki's crazy about Yankee pop.

Blonde or brunette, dyed, or natural?

Up, or down?

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

Blonde, dyed, down.

like the au pair, that's it planned

And you took the suitcase up to Elk's room.

Yes.

Into Elk's room.

Yes.

Now, think hard.

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

A bracelet, rings, earrings?

Driving, on foot?

Driving.

An NSU.

The colour, salmon, or beach, Vienna sausage.

Copper brown NSU, copper brown.

She was in the passenger seat...

..Looking back at me..

Back?

What about the headrest?

I'm certain I saw her face.

What about the driver?

He was Arabic.

He looked worried, I think.

One of his targets wasn't in the house.

He must have been frustrated.

Yes.

Come now, Doctor.

An Israeli diplomat,

a man who inspects his car for bombs every day.

He takes out a pistol and his doorbells slight to string.

Do you or I with our clear conscience,

this a delivery from an au pair? Or is this just a delivery from an au pair?

But, Herr Fineberg, I suspect there are deliveries we can discuss before our wives

and those who cannot.

Well, unfortunately, I'm in the middle of the divorce.

Oh. Then you know this from the other side.

Me, I never draw up my findings, little details and...

This was everything that was retrieved?

Ja, Herr Schulman.

Nothing elegant, absolutely everything?

Everything related to the bomb.

Was there something like this?

Thank you.

A copper brown NSU was found abandoned in a car park

outside of Munich this afternoon.

The headrest?

- Missing. - Right.

- Only the passenger's side. - Get her description out.

I want surveillance on every suspected safe house in Munich.

Ok.

Oh, lovely.

It's rather big,

isn't it?

They tattooed adults and children the same size.

Children grow.

So does the tattoo.

My God.

Dr Alexis.

May I call you Paul?

Yes.

You're getting a new job soon,

It seems, a desk job.

Bigger desk smaller job.

In terms of you, a man's life is precarious too.

Upstream, downstream.

I've learned it is best,

as Israelis, to

be selective, find a friend,

help him along in his profession,

a little, guardedly,

informally,

and in return we expect our friends to help us.

Now... 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, 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.

Mozart was.

Khalil

Khalil.

Khalil. The eldest.

We went after them hard.

small team of this Sayaret, effective.

The middle two brothers were no trouble.

One of them had a soft spot for a girl in Amman.

He walked into some machine gun fire.

The second made the mistake calling a friend in Sidon.

The Air Force blew his house to pieces.

- Good job. - Thank you.

We expected Khalil to collect reinforcements, come back at us, but

a year passed, Then.

Milan.

And Zurich.

- And now... - This.

Yes.

Sorry.

You know the Arabic driver of the NSU?

This was the youngest brother.

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.

I'm ought to be set free.

after such wickedness as yours.

What are you dreaming of?

You promised me my life, but you lied!

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

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

when it 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!

Blasphemy! Witch!

Witch! Burn the witch!

Satan!

Tell Marty we've got her.

Charlie,

someone left it for you.

Did you see who?

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

It's a bit light.

This is our chance, Noah. We get to Khalil through Salim.

- His baby brother. - No. We take him out.

This fiction, answers, infiltration?

The public needs immediate action, Marty.

Have your actions stopped Khalil before, hm?

Let us be surgeons, this time, not butchers.

We get inside Khalil'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 arsehole.

Oh, of course.

I will need ten more team members for this.

Ten!

We got the five men.

I should have asked the bastard for 20.

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 Schwilli, too.

So the lush and the crazy, perfect.

The perfect pair, just like you and me.

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

He's...

He's different.

I can feel it as

Greg Paul.

He's different.

- I can feel it. You don't kiss like... -With a smile, please.

With his...

He's different.

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

Loving.

- He's different. - Loving, Miss Ross.

What's that meant to mean?

Fewer teeth.

That... That anger,

hold it and try something a little all new.

Show us here you are, Miss Russ.

The other night I was in the pub with him...

and I saw these pissed, old farts in the corner

hassling this lady.

I started a fight.

I started a fight and it was for a good cause. It was.

And I knew what I was doing, all of them watching.

with this... this idiot in charge,

And I shoved him, I shoved him, and...

He went flying and I, I felt...

I felt so alive.

See, I can feel it.

All the time. Like the wolves are circling me.

Johnny grabbed him and pulled him away from me

and I saw him falling in love with me,

And in that moment...

His eyes were endless.

Pleasure's the antidote to death, right?

Thank you. Miss Ross, that was interesting.

Charlie painted this herself. Mad, isn't it?

Moving forward.

We must engage with the new and radical new concept of a two-state solution.

We can't be all up and up and close and down the street

the same as American's carpet bomb in Cambodia.

So you side with tories.

No, I want to know how we're going to get rid of them.

...You see Arabian putting for themselves into corner.

Darlings!

Hush, you brilliant people.

I... I just spoke to our agent, Mary.

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

Shush, listen, quiet.

He's sending us all to Greece.

- What? - On some sort of corporate charity jaunt.

Oh, my God.

We're going to Greece

- Oh, my God. - We're going on holiday.

To the airports!

A patron?

What is this, the 1680s?

Oh, just come with us.

Come on, look at all the ships, cover the fee.

God's sake, Charlie. Bombs going off in Germany,

A totalitarian, bitch headed for power.

and you're celebrating because you get to sun yourself and like Boutaris in Greece?

Oh, if only you got work, right?

Then you could come out there with us, and ruin our fun!

No. See, I'd feel classed out.

But not like you, though.

Tricked down memory lane for you, isn't it?

- Don't do that. - So what it was like?

When Daddy was stealing money?

What was his job description, eh?

- Thief -How dare you?

Not too easy to wind up.

See, if it wasn't for all that,

you'd just be like every other posh girl, wouldn't you?

Yeah, but what was it like actually, Al?

I mean, if this time I'm out there, I'll meet someone whose future is more than his shitty past.

And I'll toast you after back here moaning to anyone who'll listen about

how the world just couldn't handle you

and that that's why you're such a pathetic drunk who has to shout to feel big.

You're tiny, Al. Tiny.

And when I get back from Greece, I'll never want to see you again.

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

Let's go from the top of the page.

Your heart's desires be with you.

Come, where is this young gallant, that so desires to live with his...

Lie, lie.

-It's "Lie" With his mother. -It's not live, it's lie.

Come, where is this young gallant that so desires to lie with his mother Earth.

Ready, Sir.

But his will hath in it a more modest working...

I'm going for a slash.

- Hey. - Anyone want a drink?

- Hm? - No, thanks, hun. No.

Charlie. This was supposed to be our rehearsal jaunt.

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 Oded.

I forgot to ask, Oded. How is your myopia?

- Did you see the specialist? - I did,

- thank you. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Stop.

My God.

Little brother Salim has grown up.

- Why are you still wearing that? - What?

- Are you stupid? - No.

They will recognise it.

Take it off, take it off now.

Too late.

You've called the devil in.

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?

He must have been a kid when it happened.

He's still a kid.

I remember it, though.

Two killed 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 balls.

- Hi! - Hi!

We met on the ferry, right? 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, come down.

- Charlie. - Mm?

- It's him. - What?

He's back.

Action Man.

Why does he keep on hanging around us?

Do 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.

Erm...soif?

Sete?

Thank you.

What happened?

He's got...scars.

- What? - Yeah, like someone's taken

a red-hot piece of wire to him or something.

- He could be a gangster. - Did you catch his name?

We didn't quite get that far, I'm afraid.

But I saw what he was reading.

Debray's Conversations with Allende.

Well, I love him.

You should buy him a drink.

- A fireman. - What fireman reads 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 baby 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? - So you're Charlie?

I thought that was a boy's name.

Well, I'm a girl, Jose.

- Charlie... No, honestly, you lot are like little kids,

animal, vegetable, mineral.

- Chas. - Can you not see his shtick? International man of mystery. -Chas!

- Look at that face. - Yeah, well, don't come crying to me

when he cleans out your travellers cheques. We came here to work, guys.

If you are going to leave me in here

give me champagne and caviar,

you angelic Zionist saviours!

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.

Couple more scratches on the walls, perhaps?

As quick as you can. I need your steadiest hand on this.

And your sweetest breath. Hmm?

Trust me.

Ah, 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.

Ah, thank you for calling me up, Marty.

I was losing my mind in Tel Aviv.

I've missed this cheerful bastard.

Oh, he's a ray of sunshine.

- Hello. - Michel is on the move already.

Say it again, Oded?

Just booked himself a plane ticket.

We're off to the races. Where is he flying to?

Istanbul.

Perfect, closer than we hoped.

- OK, see you, Marty. - Thank you.

- I can't believe it. - No, no, no.

Think like him for a moment, Shimon.

He collects the Semtex in Turkey, yes, then drives back into Europe

and on his way to his next attack, but where will that be?

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

They have to move faster than we expected,

so we grab him at the border crossing here

before he has a chance to make up his mind.

We are go, start cleaning, Miss Bach.

I found something.

Oh, he is devilish, isn't he?

-Who invited? -That would be me.

What?

Hey, mind fire

- sorry - Hello, big man.

Look at this.

What?

Where are you going?

Please don't ignore me again.

You two, come on.

To the beach!

- To the beach. - Get a towel or a blanket.

Get some wood for the bonfire.

Do you know this tune, then?

You were humming it at the taverna.

Guillaume de Machaut?

- No. - No?

A friend wrote it for us back in London.

St Joan.

# If you'll meet me at the Red Barn #

# As sure as I have life #

# I will take you to Ipswich town #

# 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 unto the Red Barn #

# And there he dug her grave #

#My name is William Corder#

#To you I do declare#

#I courted Maria Marten both beautiful and fair#

# I promised I would marry her upon a certain day #

# Instead of that I was resolved #

# To take her life away #

Morning.

I'm working.

At your table, sir?

Richthoven.

- What? - My name.

Peter Richthoven.

You're from Germany.

I'm a mongrel.

Even mongrels have homes.

Not all of them.

Passport.

Oh, look, this is ridiculous.

Boutaris?

How do you know I like Boutaris?

I don't. I like it.

Joe is drinking at nine in the morning

Not in moderation.

Have you ever been to London, Jose?

Red Dragon Theatre.

Should I have?

No.

Rosalind,

my favourite of all Shakespeare's leading ladies.

Who says I'm playing a leading lady?

After that dispute, I moved to London.

God, yeah, I haven't, I haven't spoken to mom, since

I don'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,

Why aren't you married, Jose...?

Peter?

- Why should I be? - Well, I mean, at your age.

Thank you.

Why aren't YOU?

I refuse to be a slave to patriarchy.

My new answer from now on!

There was a divorce a few years ago.

Well, of course, on my side

there's the 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 colour.

I'm leaving.

Today.

Where to?

Athens.

Tour a little.

I don't suppose you fancy joining me,

just for a couple of days?

If your friends can spare you.

Why?

Well, because I'm dodgy.

Charlie!

Come here! Come on!

- Come over here! - Yeah, OK.

Come on.

You go nothing to declare, right?

Yep.

One strawberry ice cream, please.

We believe he's recruited girls like this before.

Some freaky Swedish outcast from "Baader Meinhof" actually.

I believe this Anna Witgen may recently have met

with the baby brother right here in Munich.

Really?

Are you going to walk all the way to California?

Thessalonica.

I'm kind of vaguely heading that way.

As vaguely as you like.

Open up the back, then.

I can't carry this on my lap.

Fancy!

Show it to me again.

Now, I will need a touch more help clearing something

across your notoriously fastidious border.

What something?

Well, it's a certain medical patient...

..who will be in a state of emergency.

I feel like a giant chick.

A devilish mongrel and a giant chick.

Oh, my God!

Rose!

Rose!

What?

You got all those scars from women, didn't you?

Don't you care for it?

They're coming.

To be honest, Jose, I,

I'm not, I'm not a fan of the alfresco fumble.

I'm a three-course meal for mozzies.

My mate has a jacket just like that.

Does he?

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 Erechtheion. - Oh, come on.

It's true.

The Byzantines then changed it into a church.

The Ottomans, a harem.

- The same thing happened... - ..to the Parthenon.

The temple was built in mid-5th century BC

and was dedicated to Athena Parthenos, the virgin.

The temple remained intact until fifth century AD,

when it was then transformed into a church,

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?

The same guidebook as you, obviously.

Human sponge, me.

Read it, hear it, it's in.

Yeah?

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 Richthoven,

you're a mongrel, you hate passports, you drink Boutaris 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?

Don't.

Please.

So, where are we going now?

Taj Mahal?

Actually, what is this?

This?

Yeah, this.

All fur coat and great bloody chastity belt.

OK, you need to slow down.

I thought you liked fast cars.

I never told you that.

For God's sake, stop.

Why are you going so fucking fast?

Shit.

OK, 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's not far?

What? What's not far? No, I want to go home.

Can you just stop, 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 have lied to you as little as possible.

Rose?

It's me, it's me, OK?

I'm not going to hurt you, all right, girl?

What's going on?

It's OK, it's all right.

Welcome, Charlie.

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

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