The Little Drummer Girl

Previously on "The Little Drummer Girl"...

When you showed me that boy Michel, did you know

you were going to murder him?

- Yes. - Why didn't you tell me?

We needed a genuine performance.

It will verify your story now.

Report upwards. You're in this fight

whether you like it or not.

- Boom! - She has crossed a line.

God straighted. - No, no, no, no, no, please!

No! - So now the fiction and reality

become one.

Welcome, Charlie.

I am Fatmeh.

Salim was captured once by the Jordanians.

- And he was proud of it. - Why?

Because he was taken in with Khalil.

It was in the evening, he said.

A convoy of jeeps came into the camp

and they grabbed Khalil first, then Salim.

Then they beat Khalil down.

Took off his shoes and made Salim hold his feet

whilst they whipped them.

And?

And then they change over.

They whip me now.

My brother is holding me.

Our feet aren't feet any more.

They're unrecognizable.

He said you nursed them back to health.

You bathed their feet, read to them.

And then you made them plan new attacks.

Wait! Salma!

Wait!

Okay! Everybody, off the truck! Off the truck!

- Move, move! - Leave your stuff!

Off the truck! Women, this side!

Everybody, hurry up!

All white scum from the West, follow me!

We got no drugs.

No outside names.

No personal conversations.

And never, ever enter restricted-access areas.

I want two lines.

Looking at me, facing me.

Eyes on me. Everybody.

You, at the back, hurry up!

That's Captain Tayeh in the jeep.

He sets the rules of the camp.

If you break the rules, you will be executed.

Why has Rossino been in London?

Legal offices, a polytechnic, a synagogue, some houses.

- Targets? - They can't all be targets.

There's something else linking them.

Guess what?

The Valkyrie's back in town, too.

Our good friend Helga --

She met with Mesterbein yesterday.

But still no word on Charlie.

I'm sorry, everyone. It looks like we will be staying

in this dank little country a while longer.

My comrades, who are we?

We're the ones with no name.

Fire!

No uniform.

We are the grieving, outraged mother,

and we have come here to take up our dead father's fight.

Cease fire!

Comrade Leila.

Take aim!

Who taught you to shoot that way?

Two on the right!

Hands on your left!

I shoot with two hands!

Two hands. - Louder!

Two hands!

Two hands!

We are the awakened militant who has wasted too long

on half-measures and now stands, sword in hand.

Fire!

We are you.

We are me.

We are the people.

You are here to become a weapon of the Palestinian cause.

Comrade!

Fire!

You will not indulge in carnal pleasures.

You will not ask questions about operations

that do not concern you.

Captain Tayeh is training you to be nothing.

To need nothing.

You are the armor-piercing shell that will break

the Western oppressor's heart.

This method gives one hour from the time we set it.

You must wind the hand back at the last possible moment.

There are some fools who get so excited

when the light bulb comes on that they forget.

Mesterbein's made the drop.

I said fire!

No, no, no!

No, no, no! I don't have to shoot.

I don't have to fire. I don't even have to --

Is everybody watching?

Yes.

So, Mesterbein posts this, then returns to Zurich.

It's an essay. But it's nonsensical.

Meaninglessness filled with meaning.

But who is it intended for?

The French observed the pickup in Lyon.

A factory worker.

She hasn't moved since.

She's not on their lists, or ours.

And what about our other two beauties?

Rossino's still in the UK,

and it looks like Helga's shacked up with him.

Isn't this handwriting familiar to you, Mr. Schwilli?

Michel's apartment.

One to Germany, one to France.

Who is communicating here?

Mesterbein, of course.

He wrote it.

Who created it?

If these are orders --

Then why isn't Rossino in France?

Forget it. Piss off.

It gets lonely around here.

I'm not lonely.

Well, you're gonna get lonely.

Hey.

What's your real name, Leila?

Read the rules, Comrade Abdul.

Shhh!

Hey, listen.

I -- I, um -- I-I just need something, okay?

I just need something.

They, uh, well, they don't --

They don't know what to do with me.

I'm useless here, and, uh, well,

I'm a risk outside, and, um, you see,

I've been here -- I've been here

I've been here two years, two years,

and, um, I've heard things and -- and seen things.

They're gonna kill me any day now.

I mean, I-I don't -- I don't ever eat too much food.

I don't -- I don't even use the soap

in case I cost them too much.

Hey, hey. Shhhh.

You're doing really well here and -- and --

And you'll be leaving soon.

And look, I worked out the map coordinates to this place, yeah?

And they're, uh, uh, 333 --

33/44/38.4 north.

33/25/17 east.

And, um, look, look, look, look, look.

All -- All you've gotta do, um --

You just, uh -- you just --

You just drop a note to the US Embassy, okay?

And you just -- you just say that, um, that Arthur --

Arthur A. Halloran, yeah?

He'd -- He'd like -- He'd like to come home and --

And pay his debt to society, okay?

Okay.

Yeah. My m-- My mom would visit me in prison, I think.

I think w-- she would. Now listen, listen.

Listen, her name -- her name -- Her name is Janet.

What's yours? I mean, what's your name?

- Okay. Okay. - I mean, I told you my name.

Come on, I told you my name. - Okay.

What's your -- Okay. Okay.

Okay. Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

It's okay. I'm sorry.

I went too far. I went too far.

It's been a really, really great night and, uh, um,

uh, a-and I'm -- I'm sorry, and --

For all I know they sent you here to test me.

Get out. Get out! Get out, get out. No.

Shhhh! Shhhh!

Get out.

You know what the penalty for spying is?

Huh?

Oh, now, Tayeh's gonna love me!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! We got a spy! We got a spy!

- Hold it! - We got a traitor!

You see, I caught her spying, ladies and gentlemen.

She's a traitor.

I told you I was useful, man.

He's lying.

I only went in there to report him.

He tried to jump me last night.

Oh, the bullshit of Babylon, right there!

She came on to me.

Okay? - Ha!

So I told her the rules.

Does anyone believe that?

As if I would seduce Comrade Abdul?

- Hey. Wait. - Yes.

Wait, wait, wait! Wait! Hey! Hey!

Why would you step in there without permission?