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I taught in Sweden,

Near Eastern languages.

Really?

Teaching Lebanese immigrant

women how to clean houses.

In Swedish.

Were you here last night?

No. Just checked in.

Just arrived.

Don't plan to sleep.

They keep at it all night.

There, for hours.

Take a sleeping pill.

That's okay.

I can sleep through anything.

Are you sure?

You don't want to borrow

one of mine?

Thank you very much. It's okay. Really?

Yes.

So, good night.

Pleasant dreams.

Wait for the signal.

Wait for Avner's light

to go out.

Go! Go! Go!

Oh, my God!

Help!

Oh, my eyes.

My eyes, I can't see.

Can someone help me?

I can't see.

Avner!

Please! Oh, my God!

I can't see.

Can you see?

Yes.

The stairs are that way.

Okay.

Go that way.

Come on. Let's go!

It was much too powerful.

Stop it.

You could've blown up innocent

- Target number three.

Target number three

was not in doubt.

The ceiling in the lobby

cracked. You nearly demolished...

Avner might have been killed.

The plastique was not

what I asked for.

It couldn't have been

the grade I specified.

Someone changed the marking

on the explosive.

What if someone changed

the marking?

What do you mean?

Louis provided the plastique.

Avner, Louis provided

the explosives?

Yes. Why?

Why are we trusting him?

We have no idea who he is.

He's finding our targets.

Yes, but-

But without him,

we'd be nowhere on this!

The plastique was much more

powerful than what I asked for.

Someone changed the label.

I could have killed you.

For all we know,

Louis works for the PLO.

They're using us to do

internal housecleaning.

That's bullshit.

Hey,

whose fishing boat is this?

Louis arranged it.

There was nothing wrong

with the explosive.

Bomb makers are nervous,

which is understandable.

Fear makes them sloppy-

There's nothing wrong

with my bomb maker.

It's your explosives.

We found three more

names for you.

Three?

Yes, three.

Thought you'd be pleased.

I am.

Who?

Kemal Adwan, Kamal Nasser,

and Abu Youssef.

Adwan and Abu Youssef.

Where?

Lebanon.

They're in Beirut.

Adwan, Nasser, Youssef.

Serious characters, huh?

Extremely serious.

Smile, Mr. Storsch.

It's a second Christmas.

I'd like to pay you

a little extra for this.

These three names.

$600,000.

Monsieur Storsch, my group...

we don't care much

for governments...

any governments.

We don't work with

or for them.

That's an absolute condition

of my theory.

You understand?

If I learn that your sudden

generosity was an attempt...

to buy our acquiescence in

your sharing my information...

with, let us say,

CIA or Ml6 or Mossad-

I don't work for Ml6 or CIA

- You have no idea who you work for.

Trust me. You don't.

Lie to me and you will find me

abruptly unreachable...

and unhappy.

Let me buy you a drink.

No. You save your money.

At these prices,

you're going to need it.

It's obviously

significant information.

Abu Youssef is like number three

in the whole Palestinian network.

It's like Arafat, Habash,

and then him.

Of course he's significant.

Thanks for the instruction...

and enthusiasm. He's the

brains of the fedayeen.

I know who he is.

Next to Salameh...

Abu Youssef is the worst guy

we're after, right?

And Adwan, he plans all the

actions in the West Bank, right?

We get the significance.

These are serious targets.

We want to go to Beirut.

No.

You keep away

from the Arab countries.

Mossad and the army

will take care of it.

What is this contraption?

You can't send the army.

We won't allow it.

You won't allow it?

Our source doesn't know

we're Mossad.

You aren't Mossad.

If commandos go to Beirut,

our source will cut us off.

Why don't you and I go for a

walk and talk about this, alone?

The food will get cold.

We have to go to Beirut.

We're good at this.

This is our information,

this is our job.

That's touching

in a juvenile sort of way.

Listen.

You're doing reasonably well.

Reasonably? You're

spending a lot of money.

Well, we expected that.

Lots of people in Mossad

don't know about you.

No one knows.

So everyone's asking,

"Who's killing the fedayeen?

"Is it our guys?

Why weren't we told?"

Big egos. Lots of screaming.

I can maybe include

one or two of you...

but excluding Mossad

or the army is impossible.

Accept it.

We will,

but our source won't.

Who is your source?

It's time you told me.

That, by the way, is not

a request. It's an order.

You can't order him.

He doesn't work for you.

Shut up. I pay you.

You work for me.

I work for a metal box in a

bank in Geneva. The box pays me.

You want to find it empty? I

want you to let us do our work!

What's the matter with you?

With all of you?

Grow up and do it quick.

This is not a game,

a f***ing game.

Who has the source? Where are

you getting your information?

Give me his goddamn number!

I hope the old lady next door

enjoyed that.

She's a little deaf but I doubt

she had any trouble hearing you.

Give me the source

and we'll let you take part.

Let us go to Beirut.

After Beirut, we'll use our source

to find the remaining targets.

Let us do our job.

A lot of manpower

to shoot three guys.

Ehud Barak.

Daniel.

Go!

Where the f*** is he?

Door!

Let's go!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

It's him!

Don't shoot! No!

Fedayeen!

Go!

My papa would like to meet you. Papa?

My papa.

He runs our little group.

I thought you ran the group.

Everybody works for someone.

I wasn't in Beirut.

Well, someone was there.

The Israeli army, according

to every newspaper on Earth.

But you stayed away...

after you paid so extravagantly

for the information.

I don't like to keep

my papa waiting.

I need to tell my people

where I'm going.

You don't know

where you're going.

And you'll need

to wear this.

Forget it, Louis.

That's just crazy.

We're done here.

Sh*t.

Wait!

Wait!

We're here.

Papa!

He's over there.

Louis says you're a cook.

I know how to cook, yeah.

You help me?

Bring these there.

No, no. Don't wash. No, no. They

will taste like boiled sponge.

But then why put them

in the sink?

If the juices spurt out,

it's a big mess.

The whole kitchen

will smell like piss.

Peel off the fat.

Let me see your hands.

Too big for a good cook.

That was my problem, too.

I had been a master...

but I have thick, stupid,

butcher's hands just like yours.

Well, we are tragic men.

Butcher's hands, gentle souls.

These are going to be

too sour to eat.

Skin them and prick them,

boil them in sugar.

A little torture, and

you'll see how nice they are.

You call me "Papa. "

I can't do that.

No?

I have a papa already.

You are devoted to him?

Am I here because of

what happened in Beirut?

Your papa must be

proud of his son.

We'll pick a few.

Let the rest ripen.

There are so many people

to feed, but-

But they are your family.

So you have to feed them.

Yes. We don't work

with governments.

Louis said. But...

But you did what you did because

you have to feed your family.

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