Munich Page #8

Daphna, make her talk.

Dada.

Hey. Hey, sweetheart. It's your papa.

This is my voice, darling.

This is what I sound like.

Don't forget, okay?

Listen, I have to get

her to bed. She's tired.

She'll dream about you.

We're standing at a distance,

as instructed by the terrorists.

Are we going?

Is it to the airport?

Can we talk to someone,

just to say-

Shut up, okay?

Just get on the bus, okay?

Just to tell our families.

Just to say we are all right!

Everybody, just relax, okay?

Relax! Calm down.

We will ride this bus and fly away.

After, you go back to your home...

or to your Olympic Games.

Carl. You a**hole.

I saw her first.

Carl?

She's Dutch, not political,

entirely business-minded.

She lives in Hoorn.

She's there now.

This is dependable

information.

For which you pay nothing.

We're giving you this.

You understand why?

Because you want me to believe

that you had nothing to do...

with the murder of my partner.

We inhabit a world

of intersecting secrecies.

We live and die at the places

where those secrecies meet.

That's what we accept.

We buy information for you

from your enemies.

This alerts them.

You're not the only people

looking for names.

You're telling me

I'm being hunted now?

He's telling you

it's time for you to quit.

The race is not to the swift,

nor the battle to the strong...

but time and chance

happens to them all.

Evil falls suddenly.

Who can say when it falls?

So you're really gonna

kill her?

All this blood comes back to

us. Eventually it will work.

Even if it takes years,

we'll beat them.

We're Jews, Avner.

Jews don't do wrong

because our enemies do wrong.

We can't afford to be

that decent anymore.

I don't know that

we ever were that decent.

Suffering thousands of years of

hatred doesn't make you decent.

But we're supposed to be

righteous. That's a beautiful thing.

That's Jewish.

That's what I knew,

that's what I was taught.

And now I'm losing it,

and I lose that, that's-

That's-

That's everything.

That's my soul.

You need to go rest somewhere.

You don't have to do this one.

When I need you again,

I'll find you.

Excuse me. Who are you?

Do you know why we're here?

I want to get dressed, okay?

Maybe you want to hire me.

You know how good I am.

No. Don't.

It's such a f***ing waste

of talent.

Where're you going?

Stay here.

Shell. Shell.

Yeah.

Leave it.

In seven months we've

killed six of the 11 names.

We've killed one replacement.

One of our targets

is in prison and four...

including Ali Hassan Salameh,

are at large.

One of our own has fallen.

Since we began, the other side has

sent letter bombs to 11 embassies...

hijacked three planes...

killed 130 passengers in Athens

and wounded scores more...

and killed our military

attach in Washington.

Some of it was done by a Venezuelan

called Carlos the Jackal...

who replaced Zaid Muchassi...

who replaced Hussein al-Chir.

Black September's original

leadership has been decimated.

But new leaders

are emerging...

for whom Black September

wasn't violent enough.

And to dispatch

our six dispatched targets...

we must have spent something

close to $2 million, right?

You've been cooking.

Are you expecting company?

Mrs. Meir

says to the Knesset...

the world must see

that killing Jews...

will be from now on

an expensive proposition.

But killing Palestinians

isn't exactly cheap.

If all 11 were dead, you'd stop? Yes.

You're lying.

What about their replacements?

With each time we kill,

we create six more.

Maybe they'll have to keep

killing them, then.

Forever.

Five targets are still alive.

That's five men

that need to be killed.

Eventually you forget that in

the beginning you hated doing it.

For me personally,

I feel less every day.

One day I'm going to wake up,

I'm going to kill...

I'm going to go back to bed, I'm

not going to feel anything at all.

Hey, Hans? You know there's a rule

in the book against blind drunks.

Why don't you stop drinking

and eat something?

I mean, there's enough food

here to feed Bangladesh.

I keep seeing that Dutch woman,

you know, sprawled out like that.

It's not that I wish

we hadn't killed her.

I wish I had let you

close up her housecoat.

Yeah,

but you weren't yourself.

Avner.

Avner.

Avner.

I went to Hans' flat

above the antique shop...

just to check up on him

because he was so...

Anyway, he's gone somewhere,

and I waited all night...

and he's not come back.

Knife.

They didn't take anything.

What?

It will be beautiful.

Ali Hassan Salameh is in

Tarifa on the Spanish coast.

He's at a compound guarded by

all the predictable trouble.

Bomb makers often die

accidental deaths.

In Athens

you shot a KGB agent.

Many people must want

to kill you, Monsieur Storsch.

But why would I do that?

You pay better than anyone.

It's dangerous

going after Salameh.

But he planned

the Munich massacre.

Eliminate him, and they'll let

you go home. Don't you think?

Yes, Louis. I do.

You could have a kitchen

like that someday.

It costs dearly,

but home always does.

Sh*t!

It's like a funhouse in there.

Can you tell how many?

That's him.

Are you sure it's him, Avner?

You have to be sure.

I'm Avner Kaufman.

We know.

You want to ride with us?

Hop in.

Please.

I'm Amos.

This is Avi. Shin Bet.

We're not supposed to know

who you are...

because we're not officers.

We're just sh*t

and no one tells us sh*t.

We've heard about

what you've done.

We want to say it's

an honor to meet you.

It's an honor for me,

too.

I have no problems

with anything you guys did...

except the woman on

the houseboat in Hoorn.

Steve's told us about her.

We took a leave

of absence...

and killed her

off the company clock.

Don't be an idiot.

Otherwise, as I said, we have

no problems with the job you did.

Except three

of my men died.

According

to your colleague...

I should say, emphatically,

according to your colleague...

not in any way your fault.

He sings your praises.

Best guy he ever worked for,

and so on.

He says this French group...

Louis was his name?

They sold the terrorists information

regarding your whereabouts.

They helped kill your men.

I know Steve believes that,

but it's not true.

Tell us who they are.

They won't work with you.

It's about loyalty.

You're an Israeli officer.

That's your only loyalty!

That's it!

Okay.

This is General Hofi

of the Northern Command.

You look good.

Listen, the Prime Minister

is proud of you and your men.

She wishes she could tell you

herself, but she can't.

She never heard of you,

right?

Good. She says you've done

a great thing for your people.

For Israel.

That's it.

There is no medal or anything.

June 16, 1973.

Avner Kaufman interview.

Go ahead.

Tell me what you learned.

What I learned?

Yes.

What did you learn?

For God's sake!

Tell me the names and numbers

of your sources.

Avner, tell me.

Tell me the names and numbers

of your sources.

Please.

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