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.
[Knocking at door]
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 singing Papa Was A Rolling Stone]
Steve, shut up.
Hey.
Good evening.
Beautiful night.
Beautiful night, yeah.
Where are you from? I can't place... Dusseldorf.
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.
[Both exclaiming]
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.
[Singing]
Wait for the signal.
Wait for Avner's light to go out.
[Alarms blaring]
Go! Go! Go!
[Woman screaming]
[Coughing]
Oh, my God! Help!
WOMAN: 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 unappy.
Let me buy you a drink. No. You save your money.
At these prices, you're going to need it.
EPHRAIM: 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 werert 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.
[Band playing Black Magic Woman]
A lot of manpower to shoot three guys.
[Man whistling]
Ehud Barak. Daniel.
[Speaking Arabic]
Go!
Where the fuck is he?
Door!
Let's go! Go!
Go! Go!
Go!
[Speaking frantically in Arabic]
It's him! Don't shoot! No!
Fedayeen!
Go!
[Machine gun shots]
[French music playing on radio]
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 wasrt 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.
[Children speaking French]
[Speaking French]
Papa!
He's over there.
Louis says you're a cook.
I know how to cook, yeah.
You help me?
Bring these there.
No, no. Don't wash. No, no. They will taste like boiled sponge.
But then why put them in the sink?
If the juices spurt out, it's a big mess.
The whole kitchen will smell like piss.
Peel off the fat.
Let me see your hands.
Too big for a good cook.
That was my problem, too. I had been a master...
but I have thick, stupid, butcher's hands just like yours.
Well, we are tragic men. Butcher's hands, gentle souls.
These are going to be too sour to eat.
Skin them and prick them, boil them in sugar.
A little torture, and you'll see how nice they are.
You call me "Papa." I can't do that.
No? I have a papa already.
You are devoted to him?
Am I here because of what happened in Beirut?
Your papa must be proud of his son.
We'll pick a few. Let the rest ripen.
There are so many people to feed, but...
But they are your family. So you have to feed them.
Yes. We don't work with governments.
Louis said. But...
But you did what you did because you have to feed your family.
PAPA: I blew up trains, bridges...
and trucks full of Germans during the war.
My brothers were killed, my papa and my sister were both hanged.
She was a young girl.
Papa, the guest doesn't want to hear your war stories.
We paid this price, so Vichy scum could be replaced...
by Gaullist scum...
and the Nazis could be replaced by Stalin and America.
We stay away from governments.
We say grace?
Maybe our guest could lead us.
No, no, no. It's not required.
[Speaking French]
Our Father, who gives us obedient and respectful clients...
who obey the rules according to which our business thrives...
...whose prevarications and deceptions...
In my despair I fathered madmen...
who dress like factory workers, but never do manual labor...
and who read nonsense and spout pompous bullshit...
about Algerians and who love nothing...
not Algerians or French...
or flesh and blood, or anything living.
So I have sympathy for a man who can say, "I have a papa"...
and who does what he must for his family.
[Speaking French]
I will say grace.
There's some opinion you should be punished...
for what happened in Beirut.
We didn't know so many would die.
I'm in business with death. Do you think I'm squeamish?
The world has been rough with you, with your tribe.
It's right to respond roughly to such treatment.
You pay well and you pay promptly, so we'll continue together.
But no more infractions. Thank you. You have my word.
A few andouillettes and boudins noirs...
black blood sausage and a Loire cheese, Selles-sur-Cher.
We cover it in ash to preserve it. Thank you.
You could have been my son.
But you're not. Remember that.
We'll do business, but you aren't family.
[Car engine starting]
I have a new name for you.
I want Ali Hassan Salameh.
No.
You know where he is. You know where all the names are.
Salameh. Untouchable.
Salameh.
Zaid Muchassi.
Zaid Muchassi is in Athens in two weeks.
Not one of our names. Nevertheless.
He is Black September's KGB contact.
Hussein al-Chir was the KGB contact.
Yes. But you put a bomb under Monsieur al-Chir's bed in Cyprus...
and now he's defunct. Muchassi is his replacement.
I hear he's much tougher than his predecessor.
We offer Muchassi's whereabouts at the new rate.
What new rate? Three names for $600,000...
is $200,000 for one name.
I need you to find me a place to work in Athens.
Of course. Safe house.
Is this Louis's idea of a joke?
I've had nightmares that looked like this.
So when they explode, they toss little white balls of phosphorus...
here all around his room. Each ball, it's like a little sun.
It burns at around 5,000 degrees.
So the air catches fire.
Everything in the vicinity melts.
Now, the bad news is they are grenades...
so I modified them to use with a remote detonator.
I also should mention that they're quite old...
like World War II.
Only four were viable. We should dump the rest.
There's a porter at the hotel where Muchassi's staying.
He's gonna let us in the room when Muchassi goes out.
Hey. Who provided these prehistoric explosives?
Louis. Yeah. I'll thank him for that.
[Door opening in the stairwell]
Tallyho.
[Footsteps and voices approaching]
Stop! Stop!
PLO! PLO! ETA! ETA!
Put the gun down or we'll shoot.
Basque! Basque!
Okay.
Put the gun down! Put it down!
Put it down.
[Man speaking German]
[Speaking German]
Which French? Louis? Who are you? English?
Basque. ETA. Red Army Faction.
He's ANC. African. African.
We are from Amman. I'm Ali.
Said. George. Abed.
We paid for two nights.
He said it was safe.
He told us the same. Yes. Safe house.
Yes.
So we're safe?
Safe.
Everyone is safe.
[Static over radio]
[Arabic instrumental music playing on radio]
[French pop song playing on radio]
[Arabic instrumental music]
[Let's Stay Together by Al Green]
Eventually the Arab states will rise against Israel.
They don't like Palestinians, but they hate the Jews more.
It won't be like 1967.
The rest of the world will see by then what the Israelis do to us.
They won't help when Egypt and Syria attack. Even Jordan.
Israel will cease to exist.
What?
This is a dream. You can't take back a country you never had.
You sound like a Jew. Fuck you.
I'm the voice inside your head telling you what you already know.
You people have nothing to bargain with.
You'll never get the land back.
You'll all die old men in refugee camps waiting for Palestine.
We have a lot of children. They'll have children.
So we can wait forever.
And if we need to, we can make the whole planet unsafe for Jews.
You kill Jews and the world feels bad for them...
and thinks you are animals. Yes.
But then the world will see how they've made us into animals.
They'll start to ask questions about the conditions in our cages.
You are Arabs. There are lots of places for Arabs.
You're a Jew sympathizer.
All you Germans, you're too soft on Israel.
Well, you give us money, but you feel guilty about Hitler.
And the Jews exploit that guilt.
My father didn't gas any Jews.
Tell me something, Ali. What?
Do you really miss your father's olive trees?
Do you honestly think you have to get back all that... that nothing?
That chalky soil and stone huts.
Is that what you really want for your children?
It absolutely is.
It will take a hundred years, but we'll win.
How long did it take the Jews to get their own country?
How long did it take the Germans to make Germany?
And look how well that worked out.
You don't know what it is not to have a home.
That's why you European Reds don't get it.
You say, "It's nothing," but you have a home to come back to.
ETA, ANC, IRA...
we all pretend we care about your international revolution...
but we don't care.
We want to be nations.
Home is everything.
No, no, no. No, I watch.
You only take money enclosed in papers, yes?
Of course.
[Speaking Arabic]
Look there.
Here they come in their pumpkin coach.
The Russians and...
Cinderella.
[Speaking Arabic]
Do we detonate if the other Arabs go into the room with him?
Why are the Russians waiting?
Why don't they leave? They are waiting.
We are waiting. Stay calm. Hey, I'm calm.
He's in his room. Do it. Is he alone?
How do we know if he's alone? Just flip the switch. Do it.
I don't understand it. What's wrong?
It's a piece of shit.
What? Fuck! Not again. Wait, wait.
Where's the explosion? It should've exploded by now.
What's gone wrong? It's another malfunction.
You know what?
Or maybe it's delayed... He has fucked up again!
Or maybe it could still blow up. This is a waste of time!
Careful with that stuff, Hans.
Hans! Hans, what are you doing?
Hans, get back here!
Hey, hey! What is he doing?
Hans. No, no.
So how long is he going to be?
Maybe one hour.
[Speaking German]
[Screaming in Arabic]
[Hans panting]
[Shouting in Greek]
I know you.
Stop!
Get in! Head down!
Ali? Ali? Ali?
Are you incapable of making something that works?
Shut up! You shut up!
Does anybody speak Greek?
Shut him up! Did we kill a Russian?
That's not good! Where did you get your training?
Every single bomb, every fucking one, is fucked up.
I was not trained to do this!
I was trained to dismantle bombs, not to build them!
Holy shit.
Shin Bet wanted bomb dismantlers. They picked me from the army.
A toy maker. Give me some money.
They figured I was good with small machines.
But then after Munich, they asked if I could build bombs instead.
So I said yes.
Come on. Here.
[Cursing in Greek]
REPORTER: The three went to the side of the customs hall...
took out pieces of their rifles, and quickly assembled them.
Then they threw hand grenades into the long queues of passengers...
waiting to clear passport control and began automatic fire.
It was all over in a matter of minutes.
And the firing was indiscriminate.
Salameh is in London.
He goes there periodically to meet with his CIA contact.
His what? Salameh works for the CIA.
Bullshit.
Salameh guarantees that Black September...
won't touch American diplomats.
In exchange, the CIA gives him lots of money.
And they don't ask what he uses it for.
Did he tell them about Munich in advance?
Did the CIA know about Munich?
The CIA didn't even know Black September existed...
before Munich.
One of the guerrillas was shot through the head...
by a ricochet bullet.
A second was blown up by his own hand grenade.
LOUIS: Since then, he's been busy.
Hasrt he?
All manner of costly exercises.
Shooting tourists in the Athens airport...
blowing up pharmacies in Amsterdam...
and that Mossad agent in Barcelona before that.
Europe hasn't been this interesting since Napoleon marched to Moscow.
Do you have to do that here?
Salameh is in London. For the usual price.
We followed him from his doctor to his hotel.
He's here for eye treatment. Salameh. You saw him?
You followed him? Yes.
Wearing sunglasses in the rain. Why didn't you shoot him?
There were bodyguards. Civilians.
Were they armed? Yes.
Well then, they're not civilians. I'd have done it...
if you'd give me half a chance to actually shoot someone.
I'm the only one who actually wants to shoot these guys.
Maybe that's why we never let you do it.
We only go after our targets. Since when?
I mean, why are we worried about that now?
Do you have any idea how many laws we've broken?
It's time to stop your agonizing. It's counterproductive.
Including, incidentally, the laws of the state of Israel...
which has no death penalty.
You know what your problem is, habibi?
You're disorientated.
Because the guys we're killing are dressed in expensive suits...
and this is London and not some ugly Arab village.
I'm not disoriented.
I'm keeping my sanity by occasionally reminding myself...
that in spite of...
But it's the same old war we're fighting...
I'm still, at least in principle, a human being.
...over the same old scrap of desert!
It's just we've brought our war to Copenagen and Kensington...
and it's not like these European anti-Semites don't deserve that.
Unless we learn to act like them, we will never defeat them.
We act like them all the time.
What, you think the Palestinians invented bloodshed?
How do you think we got control of the land? By being nice?
Somebody pull down this mars pants. See if he's circumcised.
I think we have a double agent in our midst.
Don't you dare accuse me of that! Stop it!
My son died in '67, you foul-mouthed son of a bitch.
Everything you can ask, I've done for Israel.
Ask for a reassignment if this is so distasteful.
Why, it's not distasteful to you? No.
'Cause the only blood that matters to me is Jewish blood.
Nice job, eh. Nice job leading.
If the bodyguards are armed, we kill them.
They're armed. Well, then we kill them!