The Little Drummer Girl

My name is Khalil Mater.

Not just a gun trainer, then?

Take off all your clothes.

Apart from your underwear.

Turn, please, all the way around.

You like this kind of jewelry?

Not exactly my taste.

Good.

Your actual response.

Not exactly my taste.

You like animals?

Yes.

Did Salim?

Let your instincts lead you.

And take your time.

It's better to be uncertain than inconsistent.

We never talked about them.

Not even horses?

Never, ever correct yourself.

Don't remember.

Lord Balfour.

One signature and he creates Israel.

Hubris is always an invitation, isn't it?

A bloody noose is what it is.

This insider of yours.

You're sure they'll play ball?

Mm.

There've been enquiries into the Professor's schedule, yes?

Some hack from a pro-Israeli rag rang.

Called himself Hershovitz.

Wanted to do a piece on our professor's visit.

And did the faculty give this Mr. Hershovitz

her full schedule?

Well, what do you think?

Has word spread about the flood in the basement?

We're not amateurs.

Oh, well, thank you.

When the dust settles,

I don't want a whiff of you or your kind.

Not in the news, not in the official reports, not anywhere.

And all your men will be issued with these.

My kind?

Well, no one lies with a smile on their face like your lot.

And for the record,

I don't like being handed this on a plate,

least of all by you.

I want them back.

Charlie will be in her element now.

On stage.

In her greatest role.

Too great.

You think she's gone over?

So, my sister says you're ready, Charlie.

Are you?

If she has?

Then we will do what is necessary.

Yes, Gadi.

What we have done 100 times before.

Not me.

Not this time.

If she turns, she turns away.

Do you know why I brought you back in, Gadi?

Because you are gifted with a special, single talent --

Doubt.

When we have Khalil,

you will remember your pride.

I was happy.

You were bored.

Show me the wiring.

Gadi.

I asked Rachel about the thread bracelet.

She told me it was black and white.

But I guess it's still on her right wrist.

Thank you.

We have to use these.

What do you think of this Professor Minkel?

She wants peace.

I think she's a good person.

Maybe she is.

So why kill her?

Because her hope is a fantasy.

I told Salim many times

a woman cannot be trusted

just because you go to bed with her.

And what about a man?

A man cannot be trusted ever.

Why did he tell you my name?

Because he loved me.

And he loved you.

I had three brothers, you know.

Now I have none.

You have a family?

You know.

Do this just once,

and you will always have one.

How did it feel, please, to kill the American traitor?

I didn't kill him.

You did.

It was horrible.

Good.

If a man's life is not significant,

what is the point in taking it?

I am boring you?

No. No. Sorry.

It's nerves.

It's the same with the theater when I'm about to go on.

Feel like I could sleep for 100 years.

I feel that the Israelis are close, you know?

All the time.

I imagine they have someone moving the pieces to get to me,

someone whose mind has been carved away to obsession

by his decades of battle.

He knows me, but I don't know him.

In my head, I've made him into a devil,

a Dybbuk from their texts.

Because without that, I wouldn't be afraid of him.

Listen to me.

I'm going on like an old man.

Did Salim like horses?

They terrified him.

Our grandfather had one.

He had to sell it.

Why?

To buy a gun.

You're too young to be a widow.

Professor Minkel begins speaking at 5:30.

I shall set it for 5:30.

And the hall will be full.

Yes.

But maybe she will try the latch before.

I have put a trigger there, too.

If the briefcase opens,

it will explode instantly.

Always two things.

Where did you hear this?

From Salim.

"Two bullets.

In case the world's still alive."

Salim was a kid.

Too much with women, cars, poetry, watches.

We're not the same thing, you know.

Women and cars.

Show me your hand, please.

You don't have to do this, Charlie.

You can go back to your old life now if you want.

I won't come after you.

The clock is ticking.

Will I see you again?

That cannot happen.

Wish me luck.

Peace is more popular than your lot thought.

The British always have the solution

to other countries' problems.

Perhaps you should try listening for once.

Oi, you can't stop here. Move on.

All right, all right. Okay. Sorry.

We're going.

This way, sir. This way.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

I have Professor Minkel's briefcase.

Ticket?

I-I don't have one.

This belongs to Professor Minkel.

There was a mix-up. We swapped by mistake.

Oh, side entrance.

Who's in charge of security here?

John Kemp.

John Kemp. Okay. Thank you.

Ambassador, how nice to meet you.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Hi.

The lecture's about to begin. No one's coming in this way.

I know, I know, but someone needs to

take this up to Professor Minkel.

There's been a mix-up. I took hers by mistake,

and it's probably got her speech in here.

Please, please!

John Kemp on the front doors said that you'd take it in.

He said it was fine.

Make it quick, okay?

- Thank you. - Sixth floor.

Thank you, thank you.

I know.

The timer's set for 5:30,

and there's a trigger on the latch, too.

Come.

Gadi. Gadi.

Trust me.

What the hell?

Play the scene, Charlie.

The bomb, it's set for 5:30.

Play the scene.

What?

Charmian Ross? You sneaky shit.

I'll take that.

No.

I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.

I think our cases got switched.

Thank God.

I would have had to make it all up.