Damascus Cover Page #3

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served in the camps?

Yeah... Dachau.

What was his position?

He was quite undistinguished.

Easy, gentlemen.

Let's not forget, Herr Hoffman

is our guest.

I'm sure he understands

our need to be careful.

Heinrich, we have nothing

to be scared of.

Thank you.

The Israelis are not interested

in us any more.

They have new enemies.

Enemies, that's all they've got.

Where are you staying

in Damascus?

Sheraton.

Good choice.

So... Hans... with our host's

permission.

What can you tell us

about your father?

Unfortunately, very little.

He died when I was four.

The world likes to forget the

nine million Germans...

murdered during the war.

No, it was after the war...

car crash.

- Oh, I am sorry.

- (DOOR BELL RINGS)

Are you expecting someone?

No.

Excuse me.

I wonder who that is?

LUDIN:
Come in, come in.

I believe you know everyone...

except our new friend,

Herr Hans Hoffman.

Suleiman Sarraj is head of the

Mukhabarat...

the Syrian intelligence agency.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- The pleasure is all mine.

- Please, have a seat.

- Thank you.

Herr Hoffman is visiting

from Berlin...

we met through the Trade

Minister.

- Yes, I know.

- LUDIN:
Of course, you do.

Don't be concerned, Hans.

Lucky for us, Sarraj is a good

friend.

You are here purchasing

carpets?

- Correct.

- Is it going well?

- It is.

- Good.

LUDIN:
Would you like

something to drink?

No, thank you. I can stay

only for a moment.

I was nearby and I realized

it's been too long...

since I checked in with you

and your friends.

I read in the papers that you

arrested an Israeli spy.

Congratulations.

I was merely doing my job.

LUDIN:
What will happen to him?

Well, unfortunately, the Israeli

did not survive his capture.

LUDIN:
Did you find out

why he was here?

Thank you for your kind

hospitality. Excuse me.

You are welcome here any time.

It was very nice to meet you,

Hans.

And you.

I hope you find everything

you are looking for.

Thank you.

If you need anything, please...

Perhaps we meet again.

I hope so.

Gentlemen... good evening.

Excuse me... too much to drink.

First door before the kitchen.

Thank you.

Suleiman Sarraj has become...

one of the most powerful men

in Syria.

It was nice of him to stop by.

With all due respect, Franz,

we all know the man.

Sarraj did not come here

to be nice.

Rachel Khatib?

- (GASPS)

- Shhh! Shhh!

Remind me, how did you

meet him?

Calm down, gentlemen.

The Trade Minister assured me

he was fully checked out.

You have a brother... his name

is Yair.

He lives with his wife and

children...

in Haroe Street in Haifa.

Mm-hm?

I've come to get you out

of here.

All the Minister cares about...

is how much money Hoffman

will put in his pocket.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

Now, listen, I...

(MUFFLED YELLING)

What's going on here?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

I think it's time you left.

I'm sorry.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Is it true?

Stop it!

You brought a gun?!

Sit down and be quiet.

How did you find me?

I overheard you at dinner.

Is it true?

- You could have been followed.

- I was careful.

You were stupid... and the gun?

Herr Ludin's.

Are you really here to take me

to Israel?

Yes.

- I am sorry.

- I am fine.

I need you to make contact

with Dr. Hamra.

- Tell him to gather his family.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)

It's...

The police?

Get on the bed.

Hm, nice room.

I'm sorry, I thought you

were alone.

Kim...

- Who is that?

- No one.

You want something?

I want my gun back.

Leave the Jewish Quarter,

one at a time.

Tell everyone to meet at the

Mariamite Cathedral...

Monday night, 10:00 o'clock.

Ask for Father Vergisa.

If you see me before then...

that will be my signal that

the escape is off.

Put his gun back before

anyone notices.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

MAN (OVER PHONE):

Is this Sabeen?

Yeah.

MAN (OVER PHONE):

I have some information...

I think you'd be very

interested in.

Hang on.

Who is this?

MAN (OVER PHONE):

It is about Hans Hoffman.

- What do you want?

- MAN (OVER PHONE): $10,000.

Bring the money tomorrow

evening, Sunday at 8:00.

Meet me in front of Salim's

Food Market.

But... hello?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

SABEEN (OVER PHONE): It's

Sabeen, sorry to bother you.

What is the problem?

I just got a call from a man

selling information...

on an Israeli we are tracking.

Who?

SABEEN (OVER PHONE):

Hans Hoffman.

How much does he want?

SABEEN (OVER PHONE):

$10,000.

Go see what he has got.

SARRAJ (OVER PHONE):

And ask him about The Angel.

I will.

- SARRAJ (OVER PHONE): Be careful.

- Okay.

General Fuad...

$10,000?

And he agreed?

Unbelievable!

Okay. Goodbye.

(VENDORS SHOUTING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

MIKI (V.O.):
So, we've organized

your escape route to the coast.

We'll meet you in Damascus

on Sunday and...

ARI (V.O.):
We have a back-up

plan, if we need it.

Israeli agents are in Syria.

I am shocked. What's that

got to do with Hoffman?

Hans Hoffman is a Mossad spy...

his real name is Ari Ben-Sion.

SABEEN:

Sorry, we know that already.

SHAUL:
But do you know why

he is in Damascus?

SABEEN:
Tell me.

SHAUL:
He is leading an

exfiltration mission.

Who is escaping?

Their most senior, deep-cover

asset.

They call him The Angel.

Whiskey.

I know what it must have looked

like, but it wasn't.

It's okay, sometimes I create

expectations...

fantasies of how I want

things to be...

and then I get disappointed.

I should have called first.

It stopped working.

It's beautiful.

It was my father's.

I wish I had known him better.

This is all that I have

left of him.

What do you want?

I don't know.

Me, neither.

Can I get you something?

Coffee, maybe.

Coffee?!

How do you take it?

Kim? Kim?

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

YOUNG ARI:
Daddy! Daddy where

are you? Daddy!

SABEEN:

I will remember...

SABEEN:

Did she pick the right one?

Good... promise me to be careful

on that thing...

and always wear a helmet, Sammy.

Sam, did you hear me?

Good, that's our deal, right?

Okay, I'm glad that you had a

good party, baby.

I wish I could have been there.

I know you are not a baby.

I love you.

Good morning.

You heard?

Yeah.

It's his birthday.

He lives with his Dad.

How old is he?

Eight... today.

It goes so fast.

Yeah.

He's becoming a stranger.

You could change that.

Someone once told me, that if

the Berlin wall can fall...

anything is possible.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- (GASPS)

I am sorry.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

I also missed my son's

8th birthday.

He really loved football.

His team was Bayern Munich.

But I was working, I was

always working.

He went into my office.

He wanted to inflate a football,

or something.

I had a gun. It was usually

locked away, but...

I must have left it.

Now I don't sleep so well.

Any chance she suspected

your cover?

No. You were right, they already

knew about Ari.

Check out Kim Johnson?

I haven't been able to find

a thing.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

What's worrying you?

We could've told him

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