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I ask you to do this, Charlie.

For love.

For our great revolution.

What happens when I get there?

You will drop off the car at Salzburg Train Station.

- Place the keys in the exhaust and walk away. - And then?

And then my people will seek you out.

Show me.

I need to see it.

Don't worry, it won't actually be used to blow anyone up.

Semtex is popular because it's stable.

But I wouldn't light a cigarette in there.

Greek drachma,

Yugoslavian dinar,

Austrian schilling, Deutsche Mark.

I will drive you to the first border. As close as we can get.

Marty said...

Taking me to the border wasn't part of the plan, was it?

The Yugoslav border shouldn't prove difficult.

Now, the Austrian border, that's more serious.

Stay alert.

Show them no nerves.

And since you don't keep a diary, we've decided to keep one for you.

You have a habit of chewing your pencils when you're thinking.

This is completely normal.

And we wrote to one another dozens of letters

arranging our meeting in Greece.

Where are they?

You have kept them in a safe place in your home.

I asked you where might be best to hide them.

And I said, inside the pocket of the case of my first guitar.

Gift from my dad.

He tricked me.

I thought I broke him.

He lied about Salzburg.

He's clever.

So what do we do now?

My name is Martin Kurtz.

'Kurtz' is sounding like the word 'short' in German...

As I'm sure you know.

My friends used to call me Short-fuse Marty.

Anna Witgen travelled to Salzburg

on her way to deliver your brother's latest bomb.

Always a second plan, never the same place twice.

Isn't that your method?

Maybe there is more of Khalil in you than I thought.

Your people were forced into the wilderness.

Deprived of their homes, left to suffer...

Did they do this to you in the camp in Jordan?

I grew up in a camp... Myself.

A long time ago.

I know how it feels.

Then you are worse than any of them.

Perhaps. But you...

You... are not made for this fight.

A red Mercedes with a blonde bombshell in the passenger seat,

Fine. Not the bomb.

Now, when I realised you lied about the drop...

..that made me angry.

But then I recognised something and I laughed.

We have been lying to you.

Come here. I have something to show you.

Come on.

We used this picture of your brother...

the one who said the most reasonable Khalil,

had been taken shortly after our team first met them.

Your receipts, your collection of matchbooks.

We found it very helpful.

You are in Munich.

You have been here for two days.

Why?

Why are you showing me this?

Life, Salim.

Where are you taking that car?

When I first came to Europe...

..Do you know what surprised me the most?

Nobody cares.

Nobody cares.

- What are you doing? - The kids still in there.

There, uh...

There is no location set.

I decide it.

A square, in Austria.

Good vantage points, good cover.

A train ride from here so Charlie's never alone for too long.

And light tourism, too. We don't want any collateral.

Salim is honest now.

There has been a slight change of location.

Instead of Salzburg...

..We wish to move our work to...

Well, if you want me to be of use to you, Herr Schulmann,

I have to be of more use to Cologne, as you promised.

If I were you...

..I'd keep my eyes on the roads of Southern Germany in the coming week.

I have a feeling a little gift might light up your investigation

sooner than you think.

Is this an operation...?

Sometimes...

..We must take our victories, Paul.

Not question them.

Charlie! Bloody hell, what are you doing here?

Oh, my God!

What are you...?

How fantastic to see you!

- Long way from Greece. - Yeah, long way.

Have you never played this game before?

Oh, piss off!

You still headed to Salzburg, by the way?

I heard it's deadly dull off-season.

Well, you were the one who suggested it.

Should I go somewhere else?

Kleinalm is pretty.

Nice cafes.

Lovely square.

You know that old man...

in Greece?

Did he really have a wife?

Did she jump or was she pushed?

Jumped.

- Sir. - I need to send a telegram.

I decide it.

I send a telegram to my lawyers in Zurich.

Twice.

Send it twice.

Once now and once in the morning.

After rush hour, the traffic drops down to its minimum.

That's our golden hour.

So far so good?

It isn't bad.

It's nothing till she delivers the car.

Gadi says she will deliver and, if Gadi says so, I believe him.

Ok.

But of course you're right. The drop-off is the thing.

You have enough people for Gutigplatz?

This is your moment, Shimon.

You tell me what you need, you shall have it.

I've quit.

Do you speak English? Sorry...

Step out of the vehicle. Licence and passport.

Right.

Shit.

I thought you gave up?

I'm a terrible quitter.

Awful.

You are nervous?

This is very serious, madam.

This amount, it...

It would kill all of us, not just you.

We keep this here.

Just this once.

Sorry.

She's made the cross.

Ah, one slivovitz, please.

Ein slivovitz.

I'm sorry, I, er...

I don't...

I don't have any Austrian money.

Thank you, Father.

That could've really blown up.

She's on the move.

Train station, please.

She's asked for the train station.

Where the hell are you going?

You'll be fine.

- Focus on the car only. - I've got the girl.

She is trying to heart symbolized.

But Marty said..

- Shimon... - Marty said I was in charge of this operation.

- Shimon... - What?

He's turning his radio off.

Great.

Shimon! Check this out.

Look.

Contact. Too fast, surely?

Flash bastard could get picked up by the police.

Sit tight, please.

That's Anna Witgen.

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 the car.

- That's Rossino. - Who?

A petty little left-wing journalist.

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.

Shall we split up? They've gone in opposite directions.

Focus on the car only.

Shall I follow him at least? We can't just let him go.

No, we need everyone on that car.

Easy, easy. Don't scare her off.

She's slowing down.

She's pulling over to the side of the road.

Keep going, keep going.

She's checking the cargo.

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

Let's move, let's move!

Get me off!

Come on

Hold her! Hold her!

Watch out

Grab her leg.

Come on help me, Grab her legs, come on now.

- Get the car ready - Let's take her to the car, now!

Come on. Come on.

Get her now!

Guys went out , it's fine, gonna go!

Car!

Come on. Come on. Let's go, let's go...

Catch her! Catch her!

Get this arranged!

Look out, look out...

Do it! Do it!

Come on. Come on.

Let's go, let's go.

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.

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

Is it wrong, Gadi?

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.

I heard room service.

Make me a drink.

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

You're going home.

Leaves the audience wanting more.

Uncertainty is the way we live.

Every night together can be our last.

Then we'd better make the most of it.

Your drink's ready.

Charlie?

Our best, best girl.

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

Now the play has to come to you, in England.

I'm booked on a job as "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 home-made 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.

Birthmark.

Scar. Scars. Scars.

So the fiction becomes truth.

Go on.

Move it to the right.

To the left.

That's enough.

I said, "That's enough."

Put some clothes on him.

What did you expect?

These are photocopies of his letters to you.

You kept the originals in your flat.

Mine to him?

Yes.

Bit desperate.

Charlie the romancer.

Charlie the penitent.

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 shoot 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 Michel?

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

Won't they?

You need to let him go.

Or at least put him on trial.

He'll be accounted for.

Each letter a different pen.

I am waiting.

I am alone without you.

This grey city is a tomb.

I can't sleep.

I can't eat.

Thoughts...

..of your body burn inside me.

God.

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.

My love.

I would have it that we would be...

Charlie, Charlie...

Charlie...

Our bodies and bloods will be mixed.

You're going home, Charlie.

Tomorrow.

The psychopath admits...

Hi, Gadi.

The psychopath admits Bad Godesberg.

She half admits Zurich.

Milan no.

Has she given any names?

Her own. She refuses to give a first name.

It makes no sense.

Michel took her on a few trips in his car.

Taught her how to shoot a gun in some woods.

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.

Hurt 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, Gadi?

So she doesn't notice the pain?

Does it play, Gadi?

Yeah, it plays.

Rossino delivers her to the square where she picks up the Mercedes from Charlie.

It's all true.

Then she drives it towards Munich and meets Michel 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.

This coffee...

...of kind.

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 neighbouring 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 early.

Coming.

Can you keep the ladies lights on?

You don't want me pissing on the floor.

Damn it!

Stop staring at me, Gadi.

Am I that pretty?

Do we have to go this far?

There's no other way.

I know.

I know. But...

There is no other way.

Marty said so.

You can see another option, huh?

Are you sure you've considered every possible option?

Made every possible promise?

No, innocents.

That is what I promised you, Gadi.

No innocent people.

- I misheard. - Yes, you misheard.

Like always.

We have another player confirmed - Rossino.

That is another step closer to Khalil.

Charlie is in place. What can't you see here?

The surgeon.

I want to guarantee

- that we won't make a sacrifice. - No, no, Gadi.

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?

When 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 your money back.

Switch them.

What?

You 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 each day under fire.

We're moving out.

Good.

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 fists?

When nobody cares, what else can we do?

But terror...

For terror is theatre.

The world has to be lifted up by its neck

before it will listen to justice.

Terror.

Did I say terror?

For terror is theatre.

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.