Last Dance Page #2

- Balaclava Police.

Just take a seat over there,

madam.

I'll be with you in a moment.

Where did this happen? Yep.

Right. Just come in over here.

OK. Mrs Lippmann.

Mrs Lippmann?

Oh, God help me.

What have I done?

How dare you?!

How dare you bring that

into my home?

Could that explode

if you take it off?

Take it off.

Why have you done this?

I said, take it off.

Why are you helping me?

Why didn't you blow yourself up

like the other man?

I think, when the time came

to actually kill people...

...you couldn't do it, could you?

I am a coward.

No.

Not doing such a thing

doesn't mean you are a coward.

Something stopped you.

What was it?

What was it stopped you?

Tell me what stopped you.

I am a soldier.

You are not a soldier.

I am ready to avenge

the blood of generations,

to strike terror

into the infidels...

You kill innocent people.

- YOU kill innocent people!

- No.

I'm talking about

ordinary people.

Innocent people

who are murdered.

Innocent people die every day

at the hands of the Jews

in my country.

They occupy my country,

they kill my people.

Innocent... people.

Innocent people.

You were in

a concentration camp.

I was the only one

of my family to survive.

So you know what it is to hate.

If you could, you would have

killed them, wouldn't you?

The Nazis.

The ones who killed your family.

You would.

What I know is...

...that your mother

would not want you to do this.

My mother would be proud.

- Oh, no. I am a mother...

- You are not MY mother.

Those who die

soldiers of the Prophet

live with him in paradise.

It is our way. Our mothers

would be proud of that.

Mothers don't make wars.

If this world

was run by mothers,

there would be more sons.

Are you not proud of him?

Well, of course I am.

Then tell me how he died.

Tell me.

You're so proud.

Tell me how he died.

Tell me.

My son died a soldier.

An Israeli soldier.

He died killing...

...my people.

Does that make him

a better man than me?

I'm helping these officers,

Mrs Lippmann.

Thank you, Mr Nathan.

You can go now.

Sorry to trouble you, madam...

This is Mrs Lippmann.

She is a good woman.

Upset, of course, by these very

terrible events, as we all are.

- I mean, isn't that right...

- Thank you, sir.

You can go now.

Oh, anything else I can help,

you know where I live.

We'll talk later, Mrs Lippmann.

Now, madam, you're aware

of what happened yesterday?

Yes, of course.

We just need to ask you

a few questions.

What... what sort of questions?

It is Mrs Lippmann, isn't it?

- Ja.

- Do you mind if we come inside?

Oh, no. I'm sorry. That's not

convenient at the moment.

Madam, I must insist.

This is about the terrorist attack.

No! How dare you?

You've no right to come in here.

It's just that everything's

such a mess, you know?

Have a seat, Mrs Lippmann.

This will only take a moment.

Have you seen this man?

Oh. Um...

No. No. I've never seen him.

What are you doing?

Aren't you supposed to have

a search warrant to do this?

You said you wanted to help,

Mrs Lippmann.

Excuse me.

This is my bathroom.

What you expect to find

in an old woman's bathroom?

I was making myself some coffee.

Would you like some?

Thanks, but no.

If you do see anything

suspicious, anything at all,

please call this number.

And we advise you not to

open your door to any strangers.

Have a good day, Mrs Lippmann.

They've gone.

You can come out now.

When I was eight years old...

...I was playing in the street

with my friends.

It was just after

I'd eaten at home.

I remember my mother

telling my baby sister, Lina...

...not to rub her eyes

with her hands.

They were itchy.

"They won't get better if you

keep touching them," she said.

My mother smiled.

When I was outside

with my friends...

...the Israeli tanks came.

It was not the first time.

We were used to tanks

in our village.

We were used to funerals

in our village.

The men on our roof

started firing at the tanks.

Our house...

...and shop

were completely destroyed.

It happened so quickly.

Everything was gone.

My mother...

...my father...

...my baby sister, Lina.

All dead.

She was only five years old.

She used to wear

a small gold crescent.

I keep it with me.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

I have friends in Sydney.

Well, I know about your friends.

No. University friends.

Is that you?

Mmm.

We met before the war.

We married afterwards.

Oh, it was a miracle

we both survived.

I was so young when I met him.

It was 1939,

and I looked at him

and I saw that he had

dirty fingernails

and the heels

were walked off his shoes

and when he talked,

he looked down.

Now, my father had always said,

"Don't bring anybody home

who has dirty hands

"and can't look you in the eye

and has untidy shoes,"

and I thought...

...I thought, well, this is going

to be a very difficult meeting.

He was a nice-looking boy.

And a wonderful dancer.

Oh, we would dance and dance.

We'd put on

my parents' records...

Franz Esling

and the Dance Orchestra.

And we loved the waltz.

And then...

...well, the Nazis came

and they, you know...

...they started

rounding people up.

They separated the men

from the women and the children

and I thought...

...I thought I'd never

see him again.

It was a miracle.

It was a miracle

we both survived.

Yeah.

I saw a little girl.

Five years old, maybe six.

She looked at me.

I couldn't do it.

I could not move.

She was like my sister.

My friend Yusuf walked in,

turned and looked back at me.

He knew

I was not going to do it.

I was hit by flying metal.

I ran away like a dog.

No-one has died by your hand

and God knows that.

The reason why

you could not do it

has nothing to do

with your sister.

It's because of what's in here.

Deep inside you.

And you should not feel ashamed.

There's no honour

in killing people.

This was taken on the boat

the day we left Europe.

Ari was 2.5.

He was running around

trying to pull the labels

off people's luggage.

Oh... what a boy.

And the photographer said,

"You are taking that boy

to the land of his forefathers."

Oh, we were so happy.

And then, when he died,

I had to leave Israel so...

...we came here with Sophie.

You know, I lived in this place

with my husband for many years.

And then one day I came home...

I thought he was sleeping.

He looked so peaceful.

And I took his hand.

And it was cold.

The fingernails

were still dirty.

Be careful.

Hello?

May I speak to Sadiq, please?

I would like to speak

to Sadiq, Mrs Lippmann.

Jamal.

Do not answer it again.

They are coming to kill me.

I have one

on Qantas flight QF430.

Departs Melbourne 12:00pm,

arrives Sydney 1:20.

Good. How much?

I am paying cash.

And name of person travelling...

it's one 'P', two 'N's?

No, no, no... two 'P's, two 'N's.

Lippmann.

Of course.

And your first name again,

Mrs Lippmann?

A- R-I.

Ari.

Ari Lippmann.

It's for my son.

Are you there, Mrs Lippmann?

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