The Little Drummer Girl

8:30.

Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Hi. I'm Charmian.

Charmian Ross.

We are thrilled to meet you, Miss Ross.

Believe me.

He's different.

I can feel it.

- You don't kiss like... With a smile, please.

With...

He's different. I can feel it.

- You don't... Loving.

He's different.

Loving, Miss Ross.

What's that meant to mean?

Fewer teeth.

Good.

That anger?

Hold it and try something a little new.

I want you to take the essence of the scene

and make it your own.

Um...

The other night, I was in the pub with him.

My mates, too. And...

And I was smiling along,

playing snooker, pool, whatever,

and I saw these pissed old farts in the corner,

hassling this lady.

Get off. Come on, you little poof.

Charlie. Leave it. It's fine.

I started a fight.

I started a fight with this idiot in charge.

- Charlie. - No!

Do you know what a word like "poof" means to him?

Chas! - And I shoved him.

I shoved him, and he... He went flying, and I... I felt...

I threw up on the snooker table, Chas.

He didn't even know I was gay!

Ah! I felt so alive.

I'm sorry.

Johnny grabbed him and... And pulled him away from me,

and I saw him falling in love with me.

Infinitely. And he saw me burning inside.

For God's sake.

Oh, shit!

And in that moment, his eyes were endless.

I grabbed him the moment we got outside,

and he kissed me so hard that his teeth hit mine.

Pleasure's the antidote to death, right?

Two clocks, two batteries, yes?

SHWAON". That's what this German said.

They will tell us the attaché was the target.

We fly all the way from Israel for that.

Do you think it was the uncle?

The "Outspoken Talmudic Scholar"?

Oh, as if there is any other kind.

Yes, thanks to the attaché's survival, we have a witness.

Which name was I going to use?

Schumann.

Dr. Paul Alexis.

- Yes. - Department 6.

The blast came from the au pair's room.

Wonderful work.

Pretty girl, this au pair?

Young?

Au pairs are usually young, but...

Sure, sure.

Uh, tell me, was Mrs Fineberg present when you interviewed the attache?

Naturally.

He was still in shock. Why?

I think I should speak to him alone, don't you?

I think the guilt that is stopping his mouth now

will force it open if it is just us Israelis.

Oh.

The au pair's beautiful friend,

what were her distinguishing features?

Anything unique?

I never said she was beautiful.

Didn't you?

Well, what was she wearing then?

A cardigan.

A cardigan.

- Hmm. - Hello.

And how... How far was it buttoned up?

Honesty now.

Hello. May I speak with Ucki, please?

Your au pair.

Ucki didn't tell you?

Yeah, she left on holiday just two hours ago now.

I thought she wasn't leaving till tomorrow.

Her mother gave me this to bring her.

Records.

Ucki's crazy about Yankee pop.

Blonde or brunette? Dyed or natural,

up or down?

- Would you like to... - My friend is waiting. (CHUCKLES)

Blonde. Dyed. Down.

Hmm.

An attractive Western girl, again.

And you took the suitcase up to the au pair's room?

Yes.

Into the au pair's room? -(SNIFFS)

-(HORN HONKS) That is true.

Now, think hard.

Was there anything else?

Anything about this woman that she, herself, might miss?

A bracelet? Rings? Earrings?

Driving? On foot?

Driving, uh, an NSU.

The colour, uh, salmon or peach, uh, Vienna sausage.

Copper-brown. NSU makes a copper-brown.

She was in the passenger seat,

looking back at me, over her shoulder.

Back? What about the head rest?

I'm certain I saw her face.

KURTZ". What about the driver?

He was Arabic.

He looked worried, I think.

Yes.

This was everything that was retrieved?

Ja, Hen Schumann.

Nothing elegant?

Absolutely everything?

Everything related to the bomb.

Was there something like this?

Thank you.

A copper-brown NSU was found abandoned in a car park

outside of Munich this afternoon.

The head rest?

- Missing. - Right.

Only the passenger side.

Get her description out.

I want surveillance on every suspected safe house in Munich.

Okay.

Ah. Lovely.

Ha.

It's rather big, isn't it?

They tattooed adults and children the same size.

Children grow.

So does the tattoo.

My God.

Dr Alexis.

May I call you Paul?

Yes.

I have learned it is best, as Israelis, to be selective.

Find a friend, help him along in his profession.

Guardedly. informally.

And, in return, we expect our friends to help us.

Huh?

So...

A few years ago, a bunch of Palestinians

raised a certain amount of hell in my country.

Fust, they h“ a supermarket 'm Be“ She' an.

Next, a few settlements.

And when they began to attack schools,

I could not take it any longer.

They were four brothers, our intelligence said.

- Family. And the eldest of them... -(SIZZLES)

Hmm, he had a genius to him.

I'm sorry to compare him to a German,

but he was Mozart.

- An Austrian. - Hmm?

Mozart was.

Oh. That's right.

Khalil.

Khalil.

Khalil, the eldest.

I put together a team,

and within months of our investigation,

any normal Palestinian couldn't have lit a match near Israel

without us hearing of it first.

But then...

Milan.

And Zurich.

- And now... - This.

Yes.

You know the Arabic driver of the NSU?

This was the youngest brother.