The Little Drummer Girl

I ask you to do this, Charlie.

For me.

For love.

For our great revolution.

What...?

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 take 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?

I do not permit you to carry them with you.

Shame.

I could've done with a saucy read.

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.

A gift from my dad.

He tricked me.

I thought I broke him.

He lied about Salzburg.

He could lie again.

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.

Mm.

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...

...in the camps.

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.

Mm.

Perhaps. But you...

You...

...are not made for this fight, Salim.

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.

It's OK.

The photo of Khalil.

It was pieced together using

pictures of your family and of you

by the talented Mr Schwilli.

The rest of the team you've met.

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.

Enough bloodshed, Salim.

There, uh...

There is no location set.

I decide it.

Thank you.

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.

Where are you heading to? Did you ever make it to Delphi?

Yeah, we did. We did actually. It was really nice.

Have you never played this game before?

Oh, piss off!

Are 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 cafés.

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.

Shit, shit, shit.

I-I-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?

Er...

This is very serious, madam.

This amount, it...

It would kill all of us, not just you.

Smuggling moonshine is double illegal.

We keep this here.

Just this once.

Sorry.

She‘s made the cross.

She‘s here.

Focus now.

Ah, one slivovitz, please.

Ein slivovitz.

Um, I‘m sorry, I, er...

I d... I don't have any Austrian money.

I only have pounds.

- Danke. - OK.

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‘m staying with Charlie.

No, that wasn't the plan.

She'll need me.