Munich Page #3

one more. You're ordinary.

You aren't a sabra

Charles Bronson.

I am a sabra.

I know.

I know so much about you.

You're a nice sabra...

with a dog and a baby on the way.

You won't shoot Spanish bellhops.

No bellhops. No civilians.

That kind of trouble

we can't afford.

The hard thing will

not be finding them.

Some of them, anyway,

are not so carefully hidden.

The hard thing will be

not punishing yourselves...

by getting caught

or getting killed.

You want the last piece of baklava? No.

Smart decision.

You should avoid sweets.

After all, you just signed

away your dental insurance.

This is Pierre Bouchet,

your captain, speaking.

Welcome aboard Flight SA 74

direct to Geneva.

We are now at a cruising

altitude of 30,000 feet...

and we wish you

a pleasant flight.

Don't shoot. I don't

understand what you're saying.

Easy, easy, easy.

Press the buzzer

when you're done.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

I'm not good at it.

No.

Hebrew?

No.

A team leader who cooks.

What a luxury.

Years in the kibbutz kitchen.

You've done this before?

Done what?

Sit. Come on.

Because I joined Mossad

Look, I want to kill every

one of these pigs, but...

Thank you.

So, some of you have training

in this kind of...

He sells antiques.

Right here in Frankfurt.

It's a front,

but successful.

I'm a documents

and identities specialist...

with a sharp eye

for early Danish Modern.

And you?

Oh, I make toys.

I thought you made bombs.

Toys, in Brussels.

For bombs,

I had to go to night school.

My wife's expecting.

Mazel tov.

Mazel tov.

Beautiful. When?

Couple of months.

Think we'll be done

by then?

Is it Ali Hassan Salameh

we're after?

I mean, that's the job,

right?

We're here to kill the guy

who planned Munich. Am I right?

It's strange, isn't it, to

think of oneself as an assassin?

Think of yourself

as something else then.

A soldier in a war. I mean,

you know how to shoot...

to assassinate people, right?

Mazels on the baby,

and all that. That's great.

That's just fantastic.

But, I mean...

You make dolls

in a toy shop...

and you shop for sofas...

and you,

I don't know what you do.

Me? I worry.

So, why'd they make you

team leader?

Because he really knows

how to cook a brisket.

Hello?

Andreas.

Surprised? Surprised? You punched me.

You broke my jaw, man.

That was 10 years ago.

And you were sleeping

with my girlfriend.

Listen, I'm in town.

Are you around?

Yeah, actually, I'm

here with my girlfriend.

Do you want to come over?

Perfect.

She's incredible,

isn't she?

I have no idea

what she's talking about.

I miss you, man. We really

used to love each other.

That was a long time ago.

We were in high school.

I have some names.

Some people I need to find

for my rich American friends.

Give me my money,

Yvonne.

One hundred fifty.

One hundred.

Cash.

$100,000.

These people I'm looking for,

you don't know them.

We might.

You don't.

But maybe you know someone

who does.

And it's Americans

you work for?

Yes. See?

James Madison.

Americans.

We'll ask some friends.

Hiding?

The Arabs are not hiding.

Munich was a big success for them. Oh?

The implications of Munich

for the struggle-

They got everyone's attention.

They're recruiting, making plans.

Give me a few names.

I can't help if I don't know

who you're trying to find.

We'll have to trust.

You have to cross the line.

I trust you. You carry cash

and you don't make speeches.

Nowadays, everyone makes

speeches, like your friend Andreas.

Talk, talk, talk.

Name me an Arab.

Abu Daoud.

Abu Youssef.

Wael Zwaiter.

Kamal Nasser.

Salameh.

Forget Salameh. Too hard.

Wait. Who are these guys? Why

are you trying to find Arabs?

Sixty thousand per name.

Dollars.

If it's good information. If

it isn't good, it doesn't cost.

Wael Zwaiter's here,

in Rome.

He just translated the

Arabian Nights into Italian.

Tomorrow there's a reading.

He's broke.

He has a niece he calls

every day in Damascus.

Are you trying

to join the PLO?

We need to talk. Alone.

And also maybe you need people

to help with your work.

Cars. Vans.

If you tell anybody

about this, I don't know.

Just don't.

Just don't.

Anything you need,

we'll provide.

I need receipts.

Keep talking. Keep talking.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Are you Wael Zwaiter?

Yes, and who are you?

Do you know

why we're here?

Are you Wael Zwaiter?

He said yes already.

He already said yes.

What are we doing?

What do I do?

Do you know why we're here?

What happened?

Why didn't you shoot him?

We shot him.

But I didn't hear a shot.

We shot him eight times,

maybe 10 times.

Did you kill him?

He's dead.

He sh*t his pants.

He's dead.

Drink some wine.

We're celebrating.

That old Pesach story.

The angels are rejoicing...

because the Egyptians have

just drowned in the Red Sea.

I didn't say we're rejoicing.

I said, "We're celebrating. "

And God said to the angels,

"Why are you celebrating?

"I've just killed

a multitude of my children. "

Mr. Zwaiter.

He cost us, by my

calculations, roughly $352,000.

You didn't finish the story.

The angels respond to God.

They say,

"God, we're celebrating...

"because when the people hear

what happened to the Egyptians...

"they'll understand

your point. "

Which was?

Don't f*** with the Jews.

I don't know about the rest of

you, but I'm not celebrating.

I'm goddamn rejoicing.

Here. Put that down.

Put it down. Get up.

No, please.

Come on, dance with me.

Dance with me. Come on.

No.

Come on.

Come on. Hey.

This is...

What shall I call you today?

Franz Storsch.

You can call me Louis.

Our service has been

satisfactory? Pricey.

A Jew and a Frenchman. We

could haggle forever, huh?

I'm not a Jew. What do

you suppose a ramson is?

It's a kind of a wild leek. Not

in season, but garlic will do.

My papa sometimes loses

track of the seasons.

I know nothing about food.

Why does he make me shop?

You're wondering

if I'm French Intelligence.

Or CIA or KGB.

Or an agent with a profitable

sideline in information.

I could be anybody.

You could be anybody, too.

Identity.

That's the boring part now.

Here's what isn't boring.

As long as you don't work

for any government-

I'm in private business.

Rich Americans, I heard.

I'm in private business, too.

My family.

We can locate almost anyone

for anyone anywhere...

and we are ideologically

promiscuous.

We love everybody,

hate everybody.

I get my feelings confused.

If you're not working

for any government...

we know, or we find...

we don't find, you don't pay.

Initially it was the

intention of the hijackers...

to bring the Lufthansa to

Munich International Airport...

and then take onboard

the three prisoners...

at the end of the runway, where

Captain Klausen took his plane...

while an Arab held

a hand grenade at his head.

Hey, Avner.

A Lufthansa jet was hijacked

coming from Damascus.

The hijackers demanded the

release of three killers...

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