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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've you been?

Come on.

This is just outside Munich.

You're here with Michelle on your last morning together.

- Wake your early. Throw you out. - Pumbling the call first.

Please concentrate Charlie.

Wait.

I don't have as long legs as you.

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.

Especially when you have wrists like a sparrow.

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, if I love Michel...

..I have to really love him.

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, our little friend here...

- What? - ..By going down the pub and sinking...

- Ah, the pub. - ..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!

- 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! - Come on. - For God's sake.

- 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."

- Had a call from our last night. - Yeah?

What?

You arrived in LA

and waited in a hotel room for two days, but no one called him.

Turned out the part never existed.

- What? - Yeah.

Anyway, he got a job in a bar.

Americans find his accent cute.

- He goes. - and he's asked us to come and live with him.

What?

Me and you.

Is he joking?

No.

- Me and Al. - Oh.

Don't worry.

Come here.

- 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!

They've, they've been here.

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

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?

Matty?

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.

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.

Oh no.

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

Bloody meter. What's wrong with this country?

Anton!

Charlie. Do you maybe have 50p?

Please?

Thank you.

A girl died also. Charlie.

Swedish. Really sexy.

How does that make you feel?

You thought you were special, didn't you?

I never get about his flinks

I think they had an argument.

About you.

I think the psychopath went mad with jealousy

and twisted the steering wheel. I think it was your fault.

I massacre because it's for myself!

This Mercedes, that's Nashbox.

You drove it over the border from Yugoslavia into Austria?

- No, Greece. - Greece.

Ridiculous.

Michel wouldn't never let a girl drive all that way alone with such a dangerous cargo.

-He trusted me. - You were for sex, wouldn't you?

You were one of these flinks.

Everything you let him spend on you, the clothes, bracelet.

What else?

- A typical actress. - I want to be a part.

The was a new letter in Michelin's apartment.

Did you friends write this letter?

Zionists, you have been working with them all along.

- You're police whore. - Screw you.

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... - Wait for my signal.

There's no reception! There's no reception!

This place is a shithole!

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.

I'm sorry.

No.

You killed him.

Why didn't you tell me?

We needed a genuine performance.

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.

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 any more.

See?

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.

I spoke to Ali last night.

She bumped into France of some street.

She is a terrific woman, Gadi.

I always thought so.

Why are you telling me this?

Because we are spies, not thieves.

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 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...

Still, my dream will last me behind.

You may burn the fire, those who are lost.

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...

Oh, Yes 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.

- 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.

You see In this situation, we are like ducks,

If I may, on the surface of a pond.

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.

So I'm bait.

You are a hunter, just like us.

But, from here on in,

we need you to dive under the water.

- Deep. - So like worm

Or a duck.

Or any other fish in between?

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 about you? You kill Khalil?

No, we need Khalil alive.

What happens if I don't do this?

He'll keep coming.

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

They can blow them all up.

Where are we going?

We've passed the same place three times.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I'm really sorry.

For all of it.

So, this is you?

Yeah, this is me.

For now.

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...

How did you pick up these?

A fire, in a tank. '67.

And this one?

A bullet.

Bullet.

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.

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.

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...

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?

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.

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.

- I have to go out there. - No.

- Marty, I 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?

You're crazy girl.

I hope you find your commitment.

Wait. You're not coming with me?

Don't screw with these guys, OK?

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!

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, you 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? I was losing her.

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.

Keep it on your right wrist.

Then I'll know you're OK.

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.

I am Captain Tayeh.

Thank you.

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

For you?

Give nothing.

Listen to everything

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.

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?

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 I was scared.

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.

I am Fatmeh.