Best place we went to since we've been here.
Definitely, man.
Way to go, buddy. Brother.
You guys coming back to my place? All right. Let's go.
Hey!
Shame, shame. Closing down the beer garden.
Hundred-meter dash powered by knackwurst and lager.
Where are you guys from?
What's your event?
They don't speak English, man.
Let's help them over. Come on. Up?
Here you go.
Let's go. I got you. Come on.
Up. Yeah. All right?
You guys take care. See you.
Take it easy. See you.
You're taking the grade tomorrow.
Watch yourself, man.
I'm Jim McKay speaking to you live...
at this moment, from ABC headquarters...
just outside the Olympic village in Munich, West Germany.
The peace of what have been called the "serene Olympics"...
was shattered just before dawn this morning, about 5:00.
There is great uncertainty about how many Israelis...
are being held hostage in the apartment.
It now appears that Black September has tossed a piece of paper...
out the window. A list of demands.
They want what they call "the Israeli war machine"...
to release 200 Arabs, which it insists are political prisoners...
or the hostages will be killed.
The terrorist communiqué ends with an appeal...
for revolutionaries of the world to unite.
This is building number 31. At this moment...
eight or nine terrified living human beings...
are being held prisoner.
The demands have been many... There's someone right now.
This certainly has to be one of the guerrillas.
A man with a stocking mask on his face. Weird.
What's going on inside that head and that mind?
Just a short while ago, there was...
another in this long series of negotiations.
The spokesman for the group came out, spoke, went back.
It seems to be a process of speak and consultation.
Does it mean it's all right? Or does it mean it's all over?
Come and get us.
As Peter Jennings indicated, the German army...
because of very complicated laws...
would not be allowed to participate.
And there you see an athlete holding a canvas bag...
in which is obviously a machine gun.
Peter Jennings, once again, is stationed...
inside the Olympic village. With the naked eye, Peter...
what do you see now?
Jim, there are now a great many...
maybe a dozen already, of those security men...
in athletic uniforms.
Stop!
It now appears that the siege of the apartment building...
where the hostages are being held has been called off...
and the German police are retreating from the area.
Officials seem to have decided to abandon their plans...
when the leader of the fedayeen came out of the building...
and demanded they call off the siege...
pointing out that the entire operation...
was being watched on a television set...
within the apartment.
Apparently, new demands have been made to move the fedayeen...
and their hostages, though it isn't yet known...
when or where this might occur.
This is Peter. Do you have something...
to report to us from where you are?
This is Cosell. I certainly do, Peter.
We have an immense flurry of action here.
Suddenly, in the whole area between building 20 and building 12...
they have been clearing out cars.
Obviously wary of an assault from the German police...
... within five minutes.
What I'm hearing from here is that...
they're heading to an airport called Fürstenfeldbruck.
... says the chopper just landed...
at the back of the Olympic village here.
Can you see gate number seven?
This is Vance Kolvig. What I have seen are...
four hostages in one helicopter...
and it looks like five hostages in the first helicopter.
Yes, I just got back a little while ago...
and it was obvious that something...
quite serious was going on out there.
Here we are, outside the gates. There are armored cars...
police cars...
Police are pouring in through the gates with lights flashing...
and here come some more. Five, six, here comes another one.
Seven armored cars have gone in through the gates now.
They're mounting a major invasion.
The latest word we get from the airport is that...
quote, "all hell has broken loose out there. "
It's just arrived, Peter. The bus has arrived...
to the helicopters. We have reports now...
that all the hostages, all nine hostages are safe.
We repeat, we have confirmed, it's just past 1:00 a.m.
The fighting ceased at midnight.
Well, that's at least 24 we've seen go in...
and now we can see the lights flashing...
There was a terrible battle at the airport, but the hostages...
somehow the hostages are safe.
And, according to these reports, all Arab terrorists...
have died by German gunfire.
Originally it was said that the hostages were safe...
but now that has been changed.
An Olympic spokesman said that...
Of the areas in the world, this is one of the areas...
They've spent their youth, their young people...
they've spent all their money on wars.
Now they have a chance to build their nations. These nations...
And, of course, they're compatible. The Arabs and the Israelis...
are perfectly compatible as far as I can tell.
And now, as you say, Peter, you're quite right.
They've been jolted apart again, as they were...
seeming to come just a little closer. Little hope.
We've just gotten the final word. When I was a kid...
my father used to say our greatest hopes and our worst fears...
are seldom realized. Our worst fears have been realized tonight.
They've now said that there were 11 hostages.
Two were killed in their rooms...
yesterday morning.
Nine were killed at the airport tonight.
They're all gone.
... before a quiet crowd of 80,000.
After the ceremony, the surviving team...
saw the coffins of their fallen comrades...
loaded onto an airplane to bring them home together.
Enormous crowds also gathered on Dizengoff Street...
and in Jerusalem on the plaza in front of the Knesset.
People are weeping, tearing their clothes.
The funerals, which will be held tomorrow in Jerusalem...
are expected to draw tens of thousands of mourners.
These are the names of the members of the Israeli team...
at the Munich Olympics, who were held hostage...
beaten, and finally murdered by Arab terrorists.
Yosef Gottfreund.
Eliezaar Halfen.
Yakov Springer.
Dr. Wadi Haddad.
Abu Daoud.
Mahmoud Hamshari.
Andre Spitzer.
Zeev Friedman.
Kehat Schur.
Wael Zwaiter.
Dr. Basil al-Kubaisi.
Kamal Nasser.
Mark Slavin.
Amitzur Shapira.
David Berger.
Kemal Adwan.
Abu Youssef.
Mohammed Boudia.
Yosef Romano.
Moshe Weinberg.
Hussein al-Chir.
Ali Hassan Salameh.
As all of Israel mourns, of course everyone says prayers...
for the people...
I tried not to think about you, but I couldn't.
... a very private, terrible grief in the days and years to come.
I have the world's most boring job. What's going to happen to me?
Well, they were just athletes. They went to the Olympics.
Look what happened to them.
What now?
Now we're going to have a baby.
Eleven names.
Give us the order, and we'll begin.
It's the same as Eichmann.
We say to these butchers:
"You didn't want to share this world with us...
"then we don't have to share this world with you."
There's legitimacy for this. Am I correct?
Ambushed and slaughtered again...
while the rest of the world is playing games, Olympic torches...
and brass bands and dead Jews in Germany.
And the world couldn't care less.
We've responded. We sent 70 fighter jets.
A response no one heard.
Air strikes on guerrilla training centers. That's a response.
No one notices what happens in the border camps.
Sixty Arabs dead, at least. Who knows how many wounded.
This is about fixing the world's attention.
Well, it's not just a publicity stunt.
Let me remind you.
Ali Hassan Salameh, he invented Black September.
He is the architect of the Munich murders.
These people.
They're sworn to destroy us.
Forget peace for now.
We have to show them we're strong.
We have laws, we represent civilization.
Some people say we can't afford to be civilized.
I've always resisted such people.
But I don't know who these maniacs are...
and where they come from.
Palestinians?
They're not recognizable.
You tell me what law protects people like these.
Today I'm hearing with new ears.
Every civilization finds it necessary...
to negotiate compromises with its own values.
I've made a decision.
The responsibility is entirely mine.
Avner? Yes?
We're going to Jerusalem. Get in.
Come on, sir.
Hello. I'm General Zamir.
Yes.
You swore us in.
My unit, when I joined Mossad.
I don't remember you.
Of course, I know your father.
Avner.
It's been... Two years since I worked for you.
I remember. Please, sit down.
Harari.
General Nadav.
And General Yariv.
How are you? How is your father?
He's fine. Thank you.
Coffee? It's wonderful to see you again.
Sit.
The chief of the Mossad, two generals...
and the Prime Minister. Obviously, it's important.
This is something new.
What happened in Munich changes everything.
We want to ask you. Will you undertake a mission?
An important mission. You will have to leave the country...
and your family, maybe for years.
And it is dangerous. You can't talk about it to anyone.
Not even your wife.
Now you should say something.
Do you have any questions?
So, this isn't about guarding tourists on El Al jets?
No questions?
Did we mention how dangerous it is?
You know, my sister died on Tuesday.
No, I didn't know that. Cancer.
I couldn't go to the athletes' funerals...
because she died.
That upset people, but she was my sister.
Family matters.
Your wife is pregnant. Yes, seven months.
Mazel tov.
You were one of my favorite bodyguards.
You know, I like neat, durable men.
You liked having the son of a hero around.
Truth be told, you don't look much like your father.
No?
Your mother is who you resemble.
Tomorrow morning.
If you can't decide in one day...
you can't decide.
Her sister died.
But I think she didn't go to the athletes' funerals...
because some people are angry at her...
for not negotiating with the terrorists.
She didn't go to the funerals...
because she didn't want to be booed.
It's a good sign you didn't ask questions.
You'll say yes.
I'm your case officer. My name is Ephraim.
How late in the pregnancy before you have to stop having sex?
Labor.
Don't worry about it. You won't be around.
Will you?
Whatever they want, make sure they give you a raise.
I need things for the baby.
I can't live with refusing this.
Your mother, she knew what she was doing.
She abandoned you on that kibbutz. She didn't abandon me.
My father was missing.
He was in prison, she was overwhelmed.
Oh, yes. She did what anybody would do.
Yeah, so she took you to the kibbutz and abandoned you.
Now you think Israel is your mother.
So listen.
I'm going to go along with this, until I don't.
Do you understand me? I love you.
I'm not the hero's nice wife.
First you resign from Mossad. Your new contract.
It says we do not employ you, offer you benefits, or pensions...
or legal aid or medical assistance.
It's a contract that there is no contract.
Do I get a copy? You don't.
Your pension contribution refund.
You're now officially unofficial.
Unemployed and uninsured.
You'll open two accounts...
at the Union de Banques Suisse in Geneva...
on Rue du Commerce.
Operational funds in one box, in the other your salary...
which you don't take till the mission ends...
when you get what accumulates.
Also, for each of your men, you open an account for his salary.
How many men do I have for this... In the operational funds box...
we will deposit 250,000 American dollars.
You take it out, we put more in.
I want receipts.
You are not working for the Baron Rothschild.
You're working for Israel, a small country.
I'm an old Galicianer from a mud hut in the Ukraine.
And I don't trust Yekke putzes let loose in Europe...
with unlimited operational expenses.
I was born in Israel. I'm not a Yekke.
Where is your grandpa from? Frankfurt.
You're a Yekke.
Your wife receives monthly $1,000 in her bank account.
Also, we leave messages in the box with the operational funds.
You can leave messages for us.
But there shouldn't be messages. I don't care about that.
Bring me receipts, you got me? I got you.
Whatever you are doing, somebody else is paying for it.
We have 11 Palestinian names.
Each had a hand in planning Munich.
You're going to kill them, 11 men, one by one.
They're all in Europe now.
You'll stay there as long as it takes.
Europe only, not the Arab countries. That's for us, not you.
And not Eastern Bloc. Don't upset the Russians.
Who needs it?
You'll have no contact with us.
You're not going to give me any information?
We deposit money from a fund that doesn't exist...
into a box we don't know about, in a bank we never set foot in.
We can't help you because we never heard of you before.
You'll do what the terrorists do.
You think they report back to home base? They don't.
We want them dead.
Nothing better than eating something sweet by the sea.
You can ask questions now.
Am I alone? Four others.
They know useful things like cars, documents...
cleanup to make sure you don't...
accidentally drop your fake passport...
next to the dead body. You're the team leader.
Who kills the targets? You do. Who else?
Use guns if you have to, but the bombs are preferable.
One of your guys knows how to make them.
We want everyone to read in Le Monde some famous Arab terrorist is dead.
Who knows who blew him up?
Why me? So what's wrong with you?
I'm not an experienced field operative.
So I'm not known. Not even I know you now.
And also, I lived in Frankfurt when I was a kid...
so I'm a Yekke Jew who knows his way around Europe.
That's a good reason. Here's one more. You're ordinary.
You aren't a sabra Charles Bronson.
I am a sabra. I know.
I know so much about you. You're a nice sabra...
with a dog and a baby on the way. You won't shoot Spanish bellhops.
No bellhops. No civilians.
That kind of trouble we can't afford.
The hard thing will not be finding them.
Some of them, anyway, are not so carefully hidden.
The hard thing will be not punishing yourselves...
by getting caught or getting killed.
You want the last piece of baklava? No.
Smart decision. You should avoid sweets.
After all, you just signed away your dental insurance.
This is Pierre Bouchet, your captain, speaking.
Welcome aboard Flight SA 74 direct to Geneva.
We are now at a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet...
and we wish you a pleasant flight.
Don't shoot. I don't understand what you're saying.
Easy, easy, easy.
Press the buzzer when you're done.
Have a nice day. Thank you.
I'm not good at it. No.
Hebrew? No.
A team leader who cooks. What a luxury.
Years in the kibbutz kitchen. You've done this before?
Done what?
Sit. Come on.
Because I joined Mossad 10 minutes ago, and I'm...
Look, I want to kill every one of these pigs, but...
Thank you.
So, some of you have training in this kind of...
He sells antiques. Right here in Frankfurt.
It's a front, but successful.
I'm a documents and identities specialist...
with a sharp eye for early Danish Modern.
And you?
Oh, I make toys.
I thought you made bombs. Toys, in Brussels.
For bombs, I had to go to night school.
My wife's expecting.
Mazel tov. Mazel tov.
Beautiful. When? Couple of months.
Think we'll be done by then?
Is it Ali Hassan Salameh we're after?
I mean, that's the job, right?
We're here to kill the guy who planned Munich. Am I right?
It's strange, isn't it, to think of oneself as an assassin?
Think of yourself as something else then.
A soldier in a war. I mean, you know how to shoot...
to assassinate people, right?
Mazels on the baby, and all that. That's great.
That's just fantastic. But, I mean...
You make dolls in a toy shop...
and you shop for sofas...
and you, I don't know what you do.
Me? I worry.
So, why'd they make you team leader?
Because he really knows how to cook a brisket.
Hello? Andreas.
Surprised? Surprised? You punched me.
You broke my jaw, man. That was 10 years ago.
And you were sleeping with my girlfriend.
Listen, I'm in town. Are you around?
Yeah, actually, I'm here with my girlfriend.
Do you want to come over? Perfect.
She's incredible, isn't she?
I have no idea what she's talking about.
I miss you, man. We really used to love each other.
That was a long time ago. We were in high school.
I have some names.
Some people I need to find for my rich American friends.
Give me my money, Yvonne.
One hundred fifty. One hundred.
Cash.
$100,000.
These people I'm looking for, you don't know them.
We might. You don't.
But maybe you know someone who does.
And it's Americans you work for?
Yes. See?
James Madison.
Americans.
We'll ask some friends.
Hiding? The Arabs are not hiding.
Munich was a big success for them. Oh?
The implications of Munich for the struggle...
They got everyone's attention. They're recruiting, making plans.
Give me a few names.
I can't help if I don't know who you're trying to find.
We'll have to trust.
You have to cross the line.
I trust you. You carry cash and you don't make speeches.
Nowadays, everyone makes speeches, like your friend Andreas.
Talk, talk, talk.
Name me an Arab.
Abu Daoud.
Abu Youssef.
Wael Zwaiter.
Kamal Nasser.
Salameh. Forget Salameh. Too hard.
Wait. Who are these guys? Why are you trying to find Arabs?
Sixty thousand per name. Dollars.
If it's good information. If it isn't good, it doesn't cost.
Wael Zwaiter's here, in Rome.
He just translated the Arabian Nights into Italian.
Tomorrow there's a reading. He's broke.
He has a niece he calls every day in Damascus.
Are you trying to join the PLO?
We need to talk. Alone.
And also maybe you need people to help with your work.
Cars. Vans.
If you tell anybody about this, I don't know.
Just don't.
Anything you need, we'll provide.
I need receipts.
Keep talking. Keep talking.
Thank you for coming. Thank you.
Are you Wael Zwaiter?
Yes, and who are you?
Do you know why we're here?
Are you Wael Zwaiter? He said yes already.
He already said yes.
What are we doing?
What do I do?
Do you know why we're here?
What happened? Why didn't you shoot him?
We shot him. But I didn't hear a shot.
We shot him eight times, maybe 10 times.
Did you kill him? He's dead.
He shit his pants. He's dead.
Drink some wine. We're celebrating.
That old Pesach story.
The angels are rejoicing...
because the Egyptians have just drowned in the Red Sea.
I didn't say we're rejoicing.
I said, "We're celebrating."
And God said to the angels, "Why are you celebrating?
"I've just killed a multitude of my children."
Mr. Zwaiter.
He cost us, by my calculations, roughly $352,000.
You didn't finish the story.
The angels respond to God.
They say, "God, we're celebrating...
"because when the people hear what happened to the Egyptians...
"they'll understand your point."
Which was?
Don't fuck with the Jews.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not celebrating.
I'm goddamn rejoicing.
Here. Put that down. Put it down. Get up.
No, please. Come on, dance with me.
Dance with me. Come on. No.
Come on.
Come on. Hey.
This is... What shall I call you today?
Franz Storsch.
You can call me Louis.
Our service has been satisfactory? Pricey.
A Jew and a Frenchman. We could haggle forever, huh?
I'm not a Jew. What do you suppose a ramson is?
It's a kind of a wild leek. Not in season, but garlic will do.
My papa sometimes loses track of the seasons.
I know nothing about food.
Why does he make me shop?
You're wondering if I'm French Intelligence.
Or CIA or KGB.
Or an agent with a profitable sideline in information.
I could be anybody. You could be anybody, too.
Identity. That's the boring part now.
Here's what isn't boring.
As long as you don't work for any government...
I'm in private business. Rich Americans, I heard.
I'm in private business, too. My family.
We can locate almost anyone for anyone anywhere...
and we are ideologically promiscuous.
We love everybody, hate everybody.
I get my feelings confused.
If you're not working for any government...
we know, or we find...
we don't find, you don't pay.
Initially it was the intention of the hijackers...
to bring the Lufthansa to Munich International Airport...
and then take onboard the three prisoners...
at the end of the runway, where Captain Klausen took his plane...
while an Arab held a hand grenade at his head.
Hey, Avner.
A Lufthansa jet was hijacked coming from Damascus.
The hijackers demanded the release of three killers...
who survived Munich...
and the Germans said yes, instantly.
The Arabs would be flown by private charter plane to Zagreb.
Look. They're free now.
They're in Libya.
No qualms about rejoicing on their side, eh?
The Israeli kills the Arabs...
in Egypt, in Jordan, in Lebanon, in Syria...
Look at them.
They're movie stars.
But did you shoot any of the Israeli hostages?
It's not important to say if I killed Israelis or not.
We should go to Tripoli.
Kill them.
We don't go to Arab countries.
We stick to the names we've been given.
Mahmoud Hamshari.
Do you think, looking back on it now...
that you achieved anything in the Munich operation?
We have made our voice heard by the world.
Are those your words?
The same thing again.
They have made their voice heard by the universe or the world...
who has not been hearing before.
Well, I believe what he meant by this is...
that now the world will begin hearing us.
We are, for 24 years, the world's largest refugee population.
Our homes taken from us.
Living in camps, no future, no food.
Nothing decent for our children.
And, so was the attack in Munich justified?
The PLO condemns attacks on civilians.
Though for 24 years... Tell your newspaper that.
...our civilians have been attacked by the Israelis day after day...
Tell them about all the years and years of Palestinian blood...
spilled by Israel. And who mourns for us?
You know, Israel just bombed...
two refugee camps in Syria and Lebanon.
Tell them that... 200 people killed.
Right after Munich they did this. It did not begin in Munich.
And where does it end? How will it ever end?
I'm sorry, I need to use your phone. I need to call my editor.
Yes, yes. Sorry.
You see it. It's by the window. Thank you.
This way, please.
This man, we don't know what he did specifically?
Hamshari arranged the attempted assassination of Ben-Gurion...
in Copenhagen a few years ago.
Now he organizes for Fatah in France.
He organizes? Yes.
In Tel Aviv they showed you evidence for this?
Not evidence. It was more...
this is the story and I believe them.
Why? Don't you?
It's a crisis, a war. You don't have to always...
What? Be thinking? Scrutinize. Yeah, think.
You want to wire Ephraim and ask for evidence, you do it.
You're on your own.
Okay, I'm done. Good.
Don't think about it.
Okay.
So, now, I turn it on.
He picks up the phone, turns on the red light...
then I take out the key, insert it...
and turn.
So now we wait for the red light.
Is the truck blocking the signal? No.
Will the remote still work?
Yeah, it's a powerful transmitter. Go back to your position.
You can't start improvising now. Go back to your corner.
Don't worry. It's okay. It's going to work.
Stop! Stop!
Abort.
Are we on or off?
Mahmoud Hamshari? Yes.
He's at the hospital Cochin.
I don't know how badly we hurt him. They aren't saying.
Why did you put a firecracker in that phone?
Because I didn't want to blow up the building.
What do you want from me? An Arab corpse.
Another $200,000, more or less, to eliminate target number two.
Yeah, if he's been eliminated. We should stick with guns.
No one notices a shooting.
Bombs achieve a double objective.
They eliminate targets and they terrify terrorists.
That only works when the bombs work.
Lunch?
The Israeli embassy in London was rocked by a letter bomb...
shortly after 9:30 this morning.
Dr. Ami Shachori was opening his morning mail...
when the envelope exploded, killing him instantly.
They discovered seven in a mailroom near the embassy in Earls Court.
I guess they missed one. Right after Hanukkah.
I guess there was a big pileup of mail and they got careless.
They found other letters in Israel, of course.
Canada, Argentina, Vienna, Kinshasa, Paris, Brussels.
Dozens of them, mainly posted in the Netherlands.
It's all Black September.
It's a response, then.
To Hamshari.
And to Zwaiter.
They're talking to us. We're in dialogue now.
Where are you?
I'm in New York, following a lead.
I'll call again.
Are you going to visit your father?
Why is this taking so long?
It isn't fast.
We have the best hospitals in the world.
When you were born, your father was elsewhere. I was alone.
He was in prison.
Should you be here?
Aren't you on duty?
What are you going to do? Turn me in?
How is he?
I don't visit your father so much.
Wilma lets him yell at her all the time.
She depresses me.
How are you?
I'm managing. Don't worry about me.
I'm proud of what you are doing.
You don't know what I'm doing.
I look at you and I know everything I need to know.
She is frighteningly ugly.
She takes after you.
I want you to move, for a time.
I've arranged a place for us in Brooklyn.
I can't come back to Israel. I don't know how long for...
New York?
I can see more of you this way. New York City?
But I have my family here, and your parents.
You want my parents to help raise her?
Look what they did to me.
Don't you want your daughter to be an Israeli, Avner?
She'll always be an Israeli.
Not in Brooklyn. She'll just be another homeless Jew.
I can't do what I'm doing if I can't see you.
What are you doing?
Don't do it then, Avner. This is our home.
You're the only home I ever had.
What?
This is so corny.
It wasn't easy for me to say that. I bet.
Don't laugh at me then.
Why did I have to marry a sentimentalist?
You're ruining my life.
Your mother's teasing me.
Look at the waistline bulge on that guy.
Look at that. Think he might be armed, eh?
As are the Russians.
It's definitely him.
Hussein Abad al-Chir.
His room is next to Israeli newlyweds.
They married in Cyprus because she's not Jewish.
A mixed marriage.
A shande for the goyim.
Yeah, okay. But let's try not to blow them up.
The KGB brings him home every night after dark.
He turns on the light, gets undressed...
turns off the light, gets into bed, we blow up the bed.
I knew a field agent who got too scared to sleep in his bed.
So every night he slept on the floor of his closet.
He still does, every night.
Sleeps in closets.
Now if al-Chir sleeps in his closet, we're in trouble.
But if he gets in the bed, his weight arms the device...
it closes the circuit.
Then we hit the remote.
Okay.
Okay, we're good. We're good, let's go.
Careful.
I've checked into the room next door.
Why? There are balconies.
When he gets into bed...
I give the signal by switching off the light.
And if the bomb's too powerful and you're in the next room?
Well, that won't happen.
Right?
Robert?
It won't. No.
Okay.
Avner.
Boy or girl?
A girl.
Mazel tov.
News from Paris.
Dr. Hamshari succumbed to his wounds.
So, again, mazel tov, Avner.
Steve, shut up.
Hey.
Good evening.
Beautiful night.
Beautiful night, yeah.
Where are you from? I can't place... Düsseldorf.
Yes? I wouldn't have guessed it.
I thought perhaps a Swede.
I taught in Sweden, Near Eastern languages.
Really?
Teaching Lebanese immigrant women how to clean houses.
In Swedish.
Were you here last night?
No. Just checked in. Just arrived.
Don't plan to sleep.
They keep at it all night.
There, for hours.
Take a sleeping pill. That's okay.
I can sleep through anything. Are you sure?
You don't want to borrow one of mine?
Thank you very much. It's okay. Really?
Yes.
So, good night.
Pleasant dreams.
Wait for the signal.
Wait for Avner's light to go out.
Go! Go! Go!
Oh, my God! Help!
Oh, my eyes. My eyes, I can't see.
Can someone help me?
I can't see.
Avner!
Please! Oh, my God!
I can't see.
Can you see? Yes.
The stairs are that way. Okay.
Go that way. Come on. Let's go!
It was much too powerful. Stop it.
You could've blown up innocent... Target number three.
Target number three was not in doubt.
The ceiling in the lobby cracked. You nearly demolished...
Avner might have been killed.
The plastique was not what I asked for.
It couldn't have been the grade I specified.
Someone changed the marking on the explosive.
What if someone changed the marking?
What do you mean? Louis provided the plastique.
Avner, Louis provided the explosives?
Yes. Why? Why are we trusting him?
We have no idea who he is.
He's finding our targets. Yes, but...
But without him, we'd be nowhere on this!
The plastique was much more powerful than what I asked for.
Someone changed the label. I could have killed you.
For all we know, Louis works for the PLO.
They're using us to do internal housecleaning.
That's bullshit.
Hey, whose fishing boat is this?
Louis arranged it.
There was nothing wrong with the explosive.
Bomb makers are nervous, which is understandable.
Fear makes them sloppy...
There's nothing wrong with my bomb maker.
It's your explosives.
We found three more names for you.
Three? Yes, three.
Thought you'd be pleased. I am.
Who?
Kemal Adwan, Kamal Nasser, and Abu Youssef.
Adwan and Abu Youssef.
Where? Lebanon.
They're in Beirut.
Adwan, Nasser, Youssef.
Serious characters, huh?
Extremely serious.
Smile, Mr. Storsch. It's a second Christmas.
I'd like to pay you a little extra for this.
These three names.
$600,000.
Monsieur Storsch, my group...
we don't care much for governments...
any governments.
We don't work with or for them.
That's an absolute condition of my theory.
You understand?
If I learn that your sudden generosity was an attempt...
to buy our acquiescence in your sharing my information...
with, let us say, CIA or Ml6 or Mossad...
I don't work for Ml6 or CIA... You have no idea who you work for.
Trust me. You don't.
Lie to me and you will find me abruptly unreachable...
and unhappy.
Let me buy you a drink. No. You save your money.
At these prices, you're going to need it.
It's obviously significant information.
Abu Youssef is like number three in the whole Palestinian network.
It's like Arafat, Habash, and then him.
Of course he's significant. Thanks for the instruction...
and enthusiasm. He's the brains of the fedayeen.
I know who he is. Next to Salameh...
Abu Youssef is the worst guy we're after, right?
And Adwan, he plans all the actions in the West Bank, right?
We get the significance. These are serious targets.
We want to go to Beirut. No.
You keep away from the Arab countries.
Mossad and the army will take care of it.
What is this contraption?
You can't send the army. We won't allow it.
You won't allow it?
Our source doesn't know we're Mossad.
You aren't Mossad.
If commandos go to Beirut, our source will cut us off.
Why don't you and I go for a walk and talk about this, alone?
The food will get cold.
We have to go to Beirut. We're good at this.
This is our information, this is our job.
That's touching in a juvenile sort of way.
Listen. You're doing reasonably well.
Reasonably? You're spending a lot of money.
Well, we expected that.
Lots of people in Mossad don't know about you.
No one knows.
So everyone's asking, "Who's killing the fedayeen?
"Is it our guys? Why weren't we told?"
Big egos. Lots of screaming.
I can maybe include one or two of you...
but excluding Mossad or the army is impossible.
Accept it.
We will, but our source won't.
Who is your source?
It's time you told me.
That, by the way, is not a request. It's an order.
You can't order him. He doesn't work for you.
Shut up. I pay you. You work for me.
I work for a metal box in a bank in Geneva. The box pays me.
You want to find it empty? I want you to let us do our work!
What's the matter with you?
With all of you? Grow up and do it quick.
This is not a game, a fucking game.
Who has the source? Where are you getting your information?
Give me his goddamn number!
I hope the old lady next door enjoyed that.
She's a little deaf but I doubt she had any trouble hearing you.
Give me the source and we'll let you take part.
Let us go to Beirut.
After Beirut, we'll use our source to find the remaining targets.
Let us do our job.
A lot of manpower to shoot three guys.
Ehud Barak. Daniel.
Go!
Where the fuck is he?
Door!
Let's go! Go!
Go! Go!
Go!
It's him! Don't shoot! No!
Fedayeen!
Go!
My papa would like to meet you. Papa?
My papa. He runs our little group.
I thought you ran the group.
Everybody works for someone.
I wasn't in Beirut.
Well, someone was there.
The Israeli army, according to every newspaper on Earth.
But you stayed away...
after you paid so extravagantly for the information.
I don't like to keep my papa waiting.
I need to tell my people where I'm going.
You don't know where you're going.
And you'll need to wear this.
Forget it, Louis. That's just crazy.
We're done here.
Shit.
Wait!
We're here.
Papa!