Munich Page #7

with small machines.

But then after Munich, they asked

if I could build bombs instead.

So I said yes.

Come on. Here.

The three went to the

side of the customs hall...

took out pieces of their rifles,

and quickly assembled them.

Then they threw hand grenades into

the long queues of passengers...

waiting to clear passport

control and began automatic fire.

It was all over

in a matter of minutes.

And the firing

was indiscriminate.

Salameh is in London.

He goes there periodically

to meet with his CIA contact.

His what?

Salameh works for the CIA.

Bullshit.

Salameh guarantees

that Black September...

won't touch

American diplomats.

In exchange, the CIA

gives him lots of money.

And they don't ask

what he uses it for.

Did he tell them

about Munich in advance?

Did the CIA

know about Munich?

The CIA didn't even know

Black September existed...

before Munich.

One of the guerrillas was shot

through the head...

by a ricochet bullet.

A second was blown up

by his own hand grenade.

Since then,

he's been busy.

Hasn't he?

All manner

of costly exercises.

Shooting tourists

in the Athens airport...

blowing up pharmacies

in Amsterdam...

and that Mossad agent

in Barcelona before that.

Europe hasn't been this interesting

since Napoleon marched to Moscow.

Do you have to

do that here?

Salameh is in London.

For the usual price.

We followed him from

his doctor to his hotel.

He's here for eye treatment.

Salameh. You saw him?

You followed him?

Yes.

Wearing sunglasses in the

rain. Why didn't you shoot him?

There were bodyguards.

Civilians.

Were they armed?

Yes.

Well then, they're not

civilians. I'd have done it...

if you'd give me half a chance

to actually shoot someone.

I'm the only one who actually

wants to shoot these guys.

Maybe that's why

we never let you do it.

We only go after our targets.

Since when?

I mean, why are we worried

about that now?

Do you have any idea

how many laws we've broken?

It's time to stop your

agonizing. It's counterproductive.

Including, incidentally, the

laws of the state of Israel...

which has no death penalty.

You know what your problem is,

habibi?

You're disorientated.

Because the guys we're killing

are dressed in expensive suits...

and this is London and

not some ugly Arab village.

I'm not disoriented.

I'm keeping my sanity by

occasionally reminding myself...

that in spite of-

But it's the same old war

we're fighting...

I'm still, at least in

principle, a human being.

...over the same old

scrap of desert!

It's just we've brought our war

to Copenhagen and Kensington...

and it's not like these European

anti-Semites don't deserve that.

Unless we learn to act like

them, we will never defeat them.

We act like them

all the time.

What, you think the

Palestinians invented bloodshed?

How do you think we got control

of the land? By being nice?

Somebody pull down this man's

pants. See if he's circumcised.

I think we have a double agent

in our midst.

Don't you dare accuse

me of that! Stop it!

My son died in '67, you

foul-mouthed son of a b*tch.

Everything you can ask,

I've done for Israel.

Ask for a reassignment

if this is so distasteful.

Why, it's not distasteful to you? No.

'Cause the only blood that

matters to me is Jewish blood.

Nice job, eh.

Nice job leading.

If the bodyguards are armed,

we kill them.

They're armed.

Well, then we kill them!

Taxi!

Taxi!

Roger Burke, you ugly f***!

What are you doing in London?

Get your hands off me.

Put them up. Put them

up, you fat, wet puss!

Let's show these limey fucks

what we're made of.

Hey, wait a minute! Who the f***...

Who do you think this is then?

Roger Burke.

Who do you think this is?

No, you idiot. That is not-

Lay off him, a**hole.

That's not him. Come on.

It's Roger Burke.

I'm sorry about my friend,

you know?

He's a f***ed-up, belligerent guy

with a serious drinking problem.

Hey, come here.

Lose it.

Come on. Calm down!

Hey, calm down.

Hey, come here!

Calm down!

Back off. Get back!

Back off! Back off!

F*** off!

It's me. All right!

All right. Come on.

F*** off!

It's me, Roger, Orrin!

Come on.

It's me. Remember me? Sorry.

It's all right.

You should have ducked,

Roger!

F***ing Americans!

What the f*** is that?

Was it Salameh?

Yes, of course

it was f***ing Salameh!

I take it she'd

eat you up a bit, huh?

You old dog.

He's got some ideas.

Oh, the American bloke?

Aren't we all?

So you've heard these rumors?

These are wild stories.

Wild stories.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Can I?

I have to go to bed soon.

I work in the morning.

What kind of work do you do?

The kind that drives you

to drink.

We must have the same job,

then.

I love your accent.

I love your perfume.

Cuts right through

the smoke.

Does it?

It's very nice.

Look, I don't want

to be forward...

but it's late...

and I do have to get up early.

So...

So?

So...

So, you're very nice, and...

Are you really going

to make me ask?

I just can't.

Pity.

You're very attractive.

I know.

If you come to your senses...

once you get up

to your lonely room...

well, maybe I'll be here.

Or maybe I'll be in my room,

alone in bed.

Good night.

The drunk Americans.

You think they were CIA?

They could've been.

For all we know, Louis is CIA.

They work both sides.

Everyone does.

Or Louis is Mossad.

Now, maybe he isn't...

but they're using him

to feed us information.

There's no direct link.

Or Mossad's giving it to CIA,

which is giving it to Louis...

and Ephraim's demanding

we give him Louis...

because he knows

we expect him to do-

Stop chasing the mice

inside your skull.

You know,

I never thought you'd last.

I thought the same about you.

From the beginning

you seemed so reluctant.

I was born reluctant.

Ask my mother.

If I can't kvetch,

I can't do my job.

You ever feel reluctant?

I'm not comfortable

with confusion.

I knew guys like you

in the army.

You'll do any terrifying thing

you're asked to do...

but you have to do it running.

You think you can outrun

your fears, your doubts.

The only thing that really

scares you guys is stillness.

But everyone's overtaken,

eventually.

Now, the mice need a brandy.

Will you join me?

No, I'm going to go upstairs,

straight to bed.

You okay drinking

by yourself?

It's just a shot to numb

the brain. Good night.

Oh.

Beware of the local honey trap. Indeed?

You can't miss her.

You don't want to.

Hello.

This is a trunk call

from Mr. Storsch.

Do you accept the charges?

Sh*t, Avner, you woke up the

baby, but that's okay... I mean...

How are you?

I miss you.

You're in England

or Australia...

or the North Pole-

Yeah, that's right.

So listen, I was thinking...

when I'm finished doing

what I'm doing here...

I want to come to Brooklyn

to see you.

Brooklyn is depressing. It's

got more churches than Jerusalem.

Listen to her talk.

Can you hear me? Can

she hear me? Yeah, yeah.

Hey. Talk to me.

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