The Little Drummer Girl

Yes?

Elke?

No.

Mister Ben Ami,

Does Elke lindstrom work there?

This is a friend.

Yes, but--

A friend from stockholm.

She's on vacation.

Left this morning.

Oh, dear.

Her mother asked me to bring

These clothes and records for her.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

Won't you come in?

I have a car waiting.

Maybe another time?

Maybe.

When Elke gets back, please ask her to call me.

Katrin from stockholm.

Okay.

You must be Gabriel.

Ja.

Elke's told me all about you.

See you when Elke's back.

Okay.

Good-bye. Bye.

You followed your regular route?

Yes. The same every day.

You knew Gabriel?

I've told the police..

We wish to hear it ourselves.

Yes, I knew him.

That his father was an Israeli diplomat?

Yes.

You were given no security instructions?

The Inspector is here with the reconstruction.

Wait here.

Ah, Mister Litvak,

This reconstruction was made

By our most senior bomb technician

With his own hands. Personally.

Genius.

They calling this the bikini bomb.

The bare minimum.

Like on the beach in Israel.

You got fragments of the original bomb?

You are calling this liaison, Mister Litvak?

We give and you take.

Is this liaison?

After all, between Germans and Jews,

We are normalized.

Mind if we borrow this?

It's not our fault

They have problems with the Arabs.

They have problems with everyone.

Always.

Have you got Jerusalem?

Yes.

Get Kurtz for me. Now.

On shabbat?

If necessary, drag him from the synagogue.

He's been waiting for this.

Khalil?

Khalil.

Khalil's bomb,

Khalil's signature,

And Marty Kurtz's lucky day.

They call us terrorists.

Why?

Because we deliver bombs by hand.

We have no American planes.

No tanks to shell their towns.

This Israeli Commander

Who fires into our camps,

So our women and children are burned,

This Israeli is called a hero.

But when we strike back with our hands,

We are called terrorists.

If the Israelis give us airplanes,

We'll give them suitcases.

Wait.

You Palestinians run history's richest revolution.

That's a question?

A good question.

Who's right and who's wrong?

Please!

The Palestinians have been wronged.

They've been driven off land

They've owned for centuries.

Sit down! Please.

If he sold his clothes,

He could afford his own bloody plane.

Even with one Palestinian left, we will fight.

We will fight with what weapons we have.

We ask the return of lands taken by force and terror.

We ask for justice.

That's all.

I'm sure we appreciate

That our speaker named Michel,

Has come at great risk.

He won't attend Sunday's seminar,

But we hope one day,

He can return freely and without subterfuge.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Michel.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The revolution thanks you.

And I thank you.

And a horny bloody terrorist at that.

We have had him under surveillance

Since he returned from England.

He is Khalil's youngest brother, Michel.

Khalil makes the bombs.

Michel delivers them.

We know he and the blond girl

Blew up the house in Bad Godesberg.

He's a handsome boy.

Girls? You wouldn't believe how many in one week.

He studies, likes to smile.

It's hard believing this other side of him.

You must tell Kurtz.

He picks up explosives in Istanbul

And brings them back to Germany.

We should kill him now.

"Arab pig kills Arab pig".

Happens every day.

To catch a lion..

First tether the goat.

First tether the goat.

That boy is our goat.

It's his brother Khalil we want.

Come, take a look.

He's on the phone.

He's talking to a girl. No name.

We'll let him get the explosives

And then get him.

Have we got the girl?

We're working on it.

Mister Jeffries, Mister Humphries, your calls, please.

Three minutes.

How's the house?

Is Ned out there?

Useless Ned has your commercial producer in tow.

He got me a wine commercial.

Sell out, girl.

Hawk yourself rotten.

You can't eat principles.

Gielgud does commercials.

So does Olivier.

Jesus Christ.

What?

Look. In the second row,

In his red blazer.

It's Michel.

The Gucci terrorist himself.

Rings on his fingers

And bombs in his pockets.

What's he doing here?

Not to see me.

Act I beginners, please, on-stage.

Charlie!

All right. Okay.

Stand by.

Tape's going.

My one faithful,

What comfort have you for St. Joan?

What do they amount to,

These kings, captains, bishops,

Lawyers, and such like?

They'll leave you bleeding to death,

Then you'll meet them down there.

On cue twenty, go.

Excuse me.

A pressing appointment.

O God that madeth this beautiful earth,

When will it be ready to receive thy saints?

How long, O Lord?

How long?

Will you get that bloody bell cue right?

Charlie.

Yeah?

These just came.

Oh, my God!

Thanks.

Thanks, Pam.

Hey, orchids!

Yeah.

They're gorgeous.

From who?

I don't know.

Charlie.

Just one moment, please.

You've got the job.

He's right outside.

Five thousand Pounds for a week on a Greek island.

Now, no politics, no disarmament sermons.

Who sent those?