What the Westerners did to the Jews,
..Now do to us.
When I was eight, I was driven from our land.
When I was ten, I joined the Ashbal with my brothers.
What's... What's an Ashbal? Sorry.
A children's militia.
If children can be bombed, they can also... ..Fight.
When I was 11,
I crouched in a home-made shelter,
while the Jordanians poured rockets into our camp.
The Gun and the Return...
..They are one for us.
That's why you chose me then.
Because I was at that forum?
I fell in love with you instantly.
His eyes, they...
They were... Endless?
You look nothing like him.
It's not just what they see.
- It's what you believe. - Where is he now?
Here. With you.
Is this what you're after then?
Don't confuse drama with reality, Jose.
That's very dangerous.
I'll remember that.
Coming from a professional.
Ironic, don't you think?
我们第一次见面 我在台上 你是观众
The first time we met it was me on stage and you in the audience.
You watched the matinee and stayed for the evening performance
and everyone saw you.
It was the longest day of my life.
But you were excellent though.
Far better than the theatre deserved...
不 太迟了 亲爱的
No! No. Too late, love.
-剩下的当小费 - 好的
- Keep the tip. - Right.
Anna Witgen, the Swedish trash who delivered the bomb.
The one who killed the boy, Gabriel.
Where did you send her?
Does your big brother Khalil let you choose your women?
I know of no Khalil.
Thanks to your help we picked him up this week.
- My help? - He's upstairs.
You don't have Khalil.
He is alive.
When you've answered my question
I might even let you share his cell.
Nurse him a bit.
You're on the diving board, Salim.
And the pool is empty.
Come on, what have you got for me
so that I can hold off my boss for another night?
That Mercedes, where were you going to drop it?
- Austria. - Where in Austria?
Salzburg train station.
Who was going to pick it up? And when?
I want to see Khalil.
Here, a gift.
Something I've already given you.
How can you give me something you've already given me?
Heavier this time.
Not exactly my taste.
It's your actual response.
We have to build this fiction as solidly as possible.
Is it real?
Look beneath, Charlie.
There was something with it in the box.
You called the number.
But you refused to meet me anywhere but the theatre.
To return it, it's too expensive.
I'm too young to afford something like that.
So, you arrived at the theatre after hours.
We met in the bar.
When everything had closed, in a corner.
Behind you I could see the empty stage.
You took the box from your pocket...
..And you pushed it across the table to me.
I need you to have it.
I'm not a saint.
People get crushes on actors all the time.
-你很特别 -大家都很特别 亲爱的
- You're special. - Yeah, we're all special, love.
Just some of us.
I am, which is why I recognise it, in you.
What are you doing?
Falling in love with you.
How much of this is you?
Is that your one question?
Are you really divorced?
She couldn't leave Jerusalem.
- I couldn't live in Israel. - Why?
Not exactly my taste.
One question at a time.
So, does it play, Charlie?
Enough for me to take you to dinner in my hotel room?
To the second night of our honeymoon.
You're only supposed to toast if you're drinking too.
Where's all this leading to, Jose?
Great. I love bed.
You're shy, aren't you?
Michel has slept with many women.
So, we fuck.
Yeah. Why not?
How is he?
Well, you tell me.
But he lacks technique.
After we have sex, we sleep.
With this under the pillow.
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