Shit! I left my wallet on the table. Get in, I'll be right back. OK?
Tea?
- Tea, sir? - Yes, please.
- Thank you. - You're so welcome.
This is pretty, innit, huh?
There's still something there, Abdul.
Very nice, Abdul, very nice.
Morning!
Just having a bit of a laugh with the charwallah, sarge.
You don't mind, do you, Abdul?
No, sir.
I think you're right, Miggs. I don't think he'll mind at all...
especially when you present him with his bits and pieces
all polished up nicely so he can see his face in them.
But you won't want to do that until you've done ten laps of the camp
at 0500 tomorrow.
Will you, private?
No, sarge.
Go on, then.
Help him collect them up.
It's got a relic of Saint Someone-or-Other inside it.
Just like all the other ones on the stall?
- That's right. - Cheers, mate.
Happy birthday.
I thought he was supposed to leave her alone.
Morning.
All right.
What's their problem?
Rowntree's fucking eyes and ears.
Did you sew these your self?
I'll be giving you my present later... if you behave your self.
You want to watch that one - she'll have you for breakfast.
- I'm serious. - Yeah?
Serious case of the pot and the kettle, more like.
What do you mean?
A ring and a passport, mate -
that's what little Clara wants.
Thanks.
I'm surprised you still want to see me after what your father said.
You're forgetting I'm being paid by the city to make you feel at home.
So, that's all it is then, a job?
Of course.
What else should it be?
I feel more at home with Europeans.
Jews born out here, Sabres, they...
don't want to talk to us, to be friends.
For them, a meeting with a woman is about marriage, a business opportunity.
So you're not interested in marriage, then?
I just like practising my English.
Would you ever consider going back... to Europe?
Who knows?
Maybe.
I'm sorry, I'm keeping you.
No, no, you're not, I've...
I've got a meeting up at Army HQ later.
You'd better take me home, then.
Better say goodbye here.
I don't want you getting in trouble with your father.
He's not here.
No-one is.
Why don't you come up?
Now, that's more like a Sabre.
Make love to a woman and when she wakes, you're gone.
You know it's not that.
If I keep the Colonel waiting, they'll send me home in irons.
I'm sure your Colonel won't mind another five minutes.
Please, Len, don't go.
- Where have you been? - I got held up.
Yeah? We saw you getting "held up" in the club.
Rowntree thinks you should leave that one alone...
after what happened with her father.
Right. Sit.
Operation Bulldog -
the simultaneous cordon and search
of the entire city of Tel Aviv and its surrounding villages.
Every Jewish male of serviceable age is to be interrogated.
Every home, every public building...
school, hospital, factory...
synagogue, searched for weapons.
It will require 17,000 troops and take four days.
We intend to break the Irgun in one decisive stroke.
Rowntree.
Absolutely no word of this operation
can be allowed to reach the terrorist thugs ahead of H-hour.
That means every detail has to be kept out of sight and earshot
of the entire Palestine civil service and every military clerk.
And it means these files have been laboriously typed by our own fair hands.
A vehicle's exploded in the street, sir.
Any casualties?
I think so, sir, yeah.
- Well, get back inside - you're a sitting duck out there.
Come in.
Colonel Reid's compliments, sirs.
He suggests you step back in from the balcony
and away from the windows in case of further attacks.
Everyone all right?
Sorry, I don't speak Hebrew.
I'm looking for my friend.
You can sit here. The doctor will be with you in a second, OK?
Paul!
Paul.
Sorry. I feel a bit...
I can't hear you - my ears are still ringing.
How did you get out?
I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find you.
Paul!
Yeah, I'm OK.
- Are you OK? - I'm OK.
- Oh, thank God! - I'm OK.
Oh, thank God!
- What about you? Shall I get some? - Don't worry about me, I'm fine.
OK.
Thank you for calling.
Over here!
Hello? Can you hear me?
Quiet!
Can you hear me?
Take this bit, take this bit.
All right, love, can you hear me?
Easy.
- Got it? - Easy does it. Easy.
- Right, get her. - I've got her.
- Have you got her? - Yeah. Slowly. Slowly.
Watch your selves.
Len!
- What's the matter? What's wrong? - What's wrong?!
I've just been digging my friends out of a hundred tons of rubble,
that's what's wrong.
I know, it's dreadful - two of my friends worked there. They were killed.
But you're angry with me - what have I done?
Why did you make love to me, Clara?
What kind of question is that? You know why I make love to you.
Do I? It only seemed to occur to you after I said I was due at the King David,
and then you did everything you could to stop me leaving.
You knew about the bomb and you were trying to protect me.
Don't.
- Don't... - Stop it.
It's true.
It's true I would do anything in my power to protect you,
but I know nothing about the bombing -
I was just trying to show you I love you.
Excuse me, sir.
Charwallah, right?
Yes, sir. Please come.
Please, sir?
Please, quickly - there... sir.
Next man touches him, 'll fucking kill him!
No-one - repeat, no-one -
gets Regimentally Scrubbed in this company.
I don't care what's happened outside, what the provocation -
it doesn't happen, or those involved will have me to deal with.
And I promise you, those sorry fuckers will regret it as long as they live.
Do I make myself clear?
Sarge.
Another bloody skiver.
Look at some of this lot. I feel like a fucking fraud in here.
They said I stank, sarge.
You know what's going on here, Alec. It's nothing to do with that.
I can still get you that boat home if you want.
No.
No, sarge, I'm staying put.
I... I just wanted to thank you for coming to find me earlier.
Well, anyway, thanks a lot.
I'm very sorry about the death of all your friends, sir.
Thank you. Sorry, don't know your name.
Abu-Hassan... Mohammed, sir.
Thank you, Mohammed.
It's OK. He's home now. It's OK.
- I can't bear it. - Let it go, let it go.
Are you OK, Erin?
Honestly, I'm fine, really.
Would you prefer to be at home?
I don't know.
You've been incredibly brave...
...but we just want you to know, if you need to go, it's fine.
We'll arrange it.
Eliza would understand.
You decide, OK?
And whatever happens, you should ring your mum.
She shouldn't hear it first on the news.
Hi, this is Chris. Sorry I'm not here to take your call.
Please leave a message after the tone, and I'll call you back.
- Erin. - Oh, my God, you're here.
Oh, yes, sorry. I was just coming to find you.
They let me out on compassionate leave.
- Are you OK? You look a bit... - I'm OK.
Just a bit shaky. How long have you been sitting here?
I don't know. A while.
Dad said you were amazing. Thank you.
It was nothing compared to, you know...
They had to dig him out.
The weird thing is...
...I don't really know him...
...not like know you and Lottie.
I only see him, like,
twice a year,
then all we do is fight.
But I don't know, it's...
What?
It's just...
I can't bear to see him lying there like that!
He's my big brother, for God's sake.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
It's insane!
I mean, the others on the train were so hardline,
like, "Fuck the Arabs, we'll drive them into the sea."
And I'm like, "Don't be so racist, see the other point of view."
And they're like, "Oh, you're such a lefty pinko," which I'm totally not -
I'm just, you know, saying what anyone from London would say.
- Right. - But it's just... all Paul does,
all he thinks about, is trying to help the Palestinians,
and they do this to him.
It's so weird.
What?
My grandad's just been blown up too.
Look.
That's the King David.
That's right. How did you know?
Everybody knows.
It's really famous.
Hi.
How are you feeling?
- Oh, careful. - Sorry.
OK.
Shall I get them? They're just having supper.
What about you?
Wasn't hungry.
It was a brother and a sister.
Bombers. It's just been on the news.
I know, I saw them.
I haven't told you this, have I?
That was why I was coming back to get you.
They were really weird, I knew there was something wrong.
They're animals.
- That's what was wrong. - Oh, please.
Oh, please, what?!
Do they actually have to blow you into little pieces before you see sense?
How can you defend them after what they've just done to you?
It's not funny, Paul.
Six people died in that café.
You're right.
It's not funny.
It's pathetic.
So, the people who did this to me are animals?
In your heart, you know they are.
Erin, show Mum that photo of what happened to your grandfather.
The one you showed Eliza before.
I thought you were asleep.
He was there?
I know, it's such a creepy coincidence.
It's completely different.
Is it?
I think it's exactly the same.
People blowing up buildings
because they can't make their point any other way.
I think you should tell Erin about the animals who blew up her grandfather.
One particular animal, at least.
Tell me what?
Who?
It's nothing, really.
My father was one of the bombers.
He blew up this hotel.
Yes.
What is it?
Pick up, Mum, please.
Hi, this is Chris. Sorry I'm not here to take your call.
Please leave a message after the tone and I'll call you back.
Hi, Mum, it's me.
Look, don't panic but there's been a bit of trouble out here.
I'm fine, completely OK, but there's been this suicide bombing.
Eliza's brother's been hurt and, um, I'm a bit shaken up.
And I want to come home now, please, Mum.
I want to come home.
No doubt you've read the newspaper reports about the rioting
and damage to Jewish property in Manchester
as a result of the blowing up of the King David.
Let me be clear.
There is to be no looting, no wanton damage,
no acts of retribution against the Jewish population here of any kind.
Having said that, we are here today to teach these people a lesson.
No warning shots are to be fired.
Curfew breakers and others suspected of terrorism and thuggery
are to be shot dead on sight.
Pull away.
No-one in or out?
Tucked up tight since midnight, sarge.
Up here, sir.
This way.
Where is he?
The Irgun took him out last night, apparently.
That's what the family are saying.
They knew we were coming. Must've.
They're up all over the city. It's our battle plan for the operation.
Call signs, everything.
Sir... do you want us to go ahead?
Certainly. They've been harbouring one of the King David bombers.
He says they had nothing to do with the King David bombing, sir.
They were being held at gunpoint by the Irgun.
He's begging us not to blow up their home... for the sake of his children.
Er, take them to Gan Me'ir. They can sort it out there.
You two, load 'em up.
Keep 'em moving?
Nazi!
Stay out of the way!
- Anything? - No, sarge.
Anything?
No. Clean as a whistle, like always.
Where's Alec?
Dunno. Ain't seen him.
Sarge.
- Where've you been? - Just taking a piss, sarge.
Gas chambers this way!
This way to the gas chambers.
Come on, this way to the gas chambers. Get in line.
That's enough.
One more word and you're on a charge.
Sorry about that. That shouldn't have happened.
Tut mir leid. Kann nicht sein.
Jackie, over here.
Put your hand over that.
D'you feel that?
It's a ventilation shaft. Something's down there.
Entrance must be nearby.
Come on, they wouldn't keep anything in here.
Please, sergeant, is this really necessary?
Take a look at this. Here.
You look like a German in a fucking POW camp.
Jack...
Wonder where this leads.
Fuckin' hell.
Probably the roundabout.
Thank you very much.
Are those for me?
You never know. Maybe.
Yes?
Arms discovered at Mesheq Yagur, sir.
Thank you. Sit down there.
What happened this morning was very serious.
We went to extreme lengths to keep Bulldog secret
but the Irgun knew every detail of the operation.
Do you have any idea why that might have happened?
No, sir.
No idea, sir.
Hm.
Alec Hyman?
He's a member of your section, I believe.
Yes, sir.
What do you make of him?
As a soldier or as a Jew, sir?
Well, you made a special case for him staying when we first arrived, I think.
Yes, sir.
So, you have no doubts about him?
- In what way, sir? - Do you think he can be trusted?
Yes, sir. I do.
I see you've been serenaded.
Yes, sir.
Do you know what that flower is?
It's a poppy.
No, it's an anemone.
In Hebrew they call it kalaniot.
The song they were singing to you has the same name.
Red for the paratrooper's beret,
black for his heart.
It's not meant kindly, I'm afraid.
Mohammed, here you are.
For your wife.
Thank you, sir.
I hope you've got a good appetite.
- Why? - Because old Mohammed there
is gonna to be inviting you back to his house for dinner.
You've put him under an obligation.
You'll never get shot of him now.
Welcome, welcome.
- Hello. - This is my cousin, Hamid.
- Hello. - And this is my brother.
- And this is Abdul. - Hello.
- This is Salak. - Hello.
And this is my son, Hassan.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Welcome. - Thank you.
Welcome.
Thank you, it's delicious.
When am I gonna meet your wife and daughter?
In our land, sir, it is not the custom.
I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to cause offence.
You cannot offend me.
You are my brother.
Please.
There is something we can't understand.
Perhaps you can explain it.
I can try.
Thank you.
Why do the British treat the Jews with kid gloves?
And you were brutal enough to us during the uprising before the war.
The Jews should be dancing on the streets.
They attack exactly the people who invited them into our country
and gave them their permission to stay.
The problem only started when the Jews arrived from Europe.
They want it all - all the land.
Please.
Thank you.
They aren't interested in being good neighbours.
- My home is your home. - Thank you... Thank you.
- Salaam. - Goodbye.
- Salaam.
May I take a picture of you and your family?
I could, er... I could send you all a copy to thank you for your hospitality.
No, it must be with you. Hamid will take it. Hamid...
- You, er, look through there... - OK.
...and then just press that there. - OK.
Thank you.
This is my daughter...
- Hi. - Hi.
- OK? - Fine, thanks, yeah.
Um... just wanted to let you know there's a flight tomorrow about four,
if that's still what you want.
Thanks. Thank you. I'm just waiting to hear back from my mum,
- but I'm sure that'll be fine. - OK.
Um...
Don't judge us too harshly, Erin.
What happened to you and Paul today, you've seen us at our lowest moment,
and you shouldn't leave thinking it's always gonna be like this.
We will find our way to a just peace, eventually.
No-one's forcing you to go,
you know that, don't you? Eliza loves having you here.
We all do.
I dunno.
It just feels like, you know,
a time when you need to be on your own...
...as a family.
Right.
Better get packed up, then.
And for myself...
for myself, life as I've known it is over.
I feel I've let down everyone who ever trusted me.
I've got nothing to look forward to except a long stay in prison
and then dishonourable discharge.
Prison?
I'd like to think that one day
I'll be able to find a way to return the key to Mohammed.
I owe him that... at least...
...though I'm not sure I would ever have the guts to face him...
after what I've done.
Hi, Mum.
Oh, Erin, thank God.
I've just been watching it on the news and then found your message.
What happened? Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm sorry about the message. I was just a bit shaken up when I left lt.
Yeah, but tell me what happened. Are you OK?
It's nothing, honestly.
I've got this totally minuscule cut, you wouldn't believe it.
Oh... OK. Well, listen, we need to get you home, all right?
I mean, are you all right to travel? Do you need me to organise a flight?
No, Eliza's dad's doing it.
Listen, Mum, how's Grandad?
What?
Well, he's all right, he's a bit better. Why are you asking about?
That's great, it's great news.
Is It true he went to prison?
Mum.
Erin, what are you talking about?
You have just been in a bomblng.
I am worried. Sick and we need to get you home.
Why are you asking stupid questions about Grandad?
They're not stupid questions.
I took the diary, Mum.
He talks about it.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because there's nothing to tell. It's not exactly something we're proud of.
What did he do?
I don't know. We never talked about it.
But didn't you ever try and find out?
Maybe it explains everything, like what he was like after,
when you were growing up, why he was so unhappy.
Erin, listen, I told you,
other people's diaries are private and you had no business reading it.
Now, what time is your flight? I'll meet you at the airport.
Did he ever mention an Arab called Mohammed?
Erin!
I don't know yet.
Nothing's decided.
And for myself,
for myself, life as I've known it Is over.
I've got nothing to look forward to
except a long stay in prison and then dishonourable discharge.
I'd like to think that one day
I'll be able to find a way to return the key to Mohammed.
I owe him that... at least.
Hi.
What time are you going?
I'm not. If that's OK.
Oh!
What made you change your mind?
Nothing. I was just freaked. I wasn't thinking straight.
You're my friend. There's no way I'm going to fuck off
and leave you to go through this on your own.
Oh... ...oh, you're so the best.
Erin's decided to stay until I've finished my training.
But your mother's expecting you now, isn't she?
No, it's fine. I've spoken to her and she's absolutely cool with it.
And, I was wondering...
would it be OK for me to meet Eliza's grandfather?
It would be really interesting to talk to him.
I'll cancel the flight.
Hi.
No, thanks.
Does it hurt?
Oh, it's fine.
Paul was much more badly hurt.
How is he?
He's OK.
You should come and visit.
So, you want to go to Erin Hawd?
That's right. I've got a map.
It's OK, I know where it is.
Why can't you drive your self?
I never got round to learning.
Maybe you could teach me.
OK.
Anyway, it's a Palestinian village now. My Arabic's a bit rusty.
Is this it?
Uh.
Aren't you coming?
I don't think I'm going to be much use to you here.
Excuse me.
- Yes? - Sorry.
Sorry. 'M just looking for a Palestinian family who used to live here.
And this says that all the Arabs left in 1948, is that right?
Yes, that's right.
But it doesn't say what happened to them.
Ah, who knows? In some camp in Jordan, probably.
I think some of the families may have moved further up the mountain,
so you might try up there.
Thanks.
Come.
Omar?
Why don't you just ask him? His name's Abu-Hassan Mohammed.
I haven't got very much money.
It's a very common name. It just means Mohammed, father of Hassan.
And I have asked him. He is going to ask his father.
When the Jews came in '48...
Thank you.
When the Jews came in '48, I was five years old.
They rounded us up and took us to a prison camp.
Was it far away?
Far, yes, in Galilee.
So how come you're living back here?
He says that's a long and a sad story.
It took many years. My father and brother died on the journey.
But, eventually, we returned back with my uncle,
when I was... 12 years old.
Later, others from the camp came to join us.
But when we got back,
we found Jews living in our houses, just as you did.
So we climbed up here to our fields
and we lived here on the bare earth.
We ate, slept, lie down with the snow on the ground
until we could afford to build
first one house and then two.
So this was?
Yes, all of this was orchards, all,
before the Jews came.
We lived down there
and we worked up here...
...before.
All of this was our land.
So is there anyone left who still remembers the village before 1948?
He says he will find someone for you.
Thank you.
Thank you. Your coffee, please.
He's on the roof.
He says it's hard to remember.
Many men from the village worked for the army.
He did himself for a while.
Do you think being there might help him remember?
Maybe we can find the house from the picture.
What?
They don't go there, Erin.
We could just drive through. What's wrong with that?
I don't see why it's such a big deal.
What's he saying?
He's talking about the people he knew when he lived here.
He's sad.
What is it?
It's where he used to live.
How long is it since he's been here?
You really don't get it, do you?
He's never been back here. He isn't welcome.
Could you stop for a minute?
Can you ask him if he remembers who used to live in this house?
Mohammed Abu-Hassan.
Did he say Mohammed?
Yes, but as I told you, it's a very common name.
Can you ask him where they went?
They went to live with their cousins in Hebron.
What's wrong with that?
Hebron is not such a great place to be a Palestinian these days.
Thank you.
He's thanking you.
He says it was good to go even though it was painful.
It's an address in Hebron.
It's probably worthless.
He hasn't heard from them for many years.
Thanks. Thanks for doing this.
Sure.
If I needed to find this place...
...would you take me?
You should ask Paul when he's better.
He was in the army there for years.
Can I take your picture? To remember?
Why is it so important to find this family, anyway?
I think my grandad treated them badly in some way, I don't know.
The only thing I know for sure about my grandad
is that he's been miserable all his life.
My mum won't talk about it.
I want to find out what happened.
Hi.
Hello.
How is my little soldier?
Mwah!
Um, this is Erin.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you. Hello.
- Please, please, go inside. - Thank you.
Such a long time. Such a long time.
And how's Paul getting on?
Um, you know how what he is like, O-Papa, he is having physio twice a day.
He has to be the fastest recovery in, I don't know, the history of recovery.
And, of course,
he won't hear a word against the people that tried to kill him.
And your father? I would have thought
even he would stop and think for a moment
when something like this happens to his own son.
He's been very upset, we all have.
So, what did you want to know, young lady?
Um...
I was just wondering, after the war...
Yes?
...you were in the Irgun?
Yes. And before.
I was wondering...
Uh-huh?
...why did you hate the British so much?
No, we didn't hate them,
at least, not as individuals.
Many of us had been in the British Army during the war.
Did you know that?
Who do you think trained us to kill, Erin?
But... the British fought for the Jews in the war.
- Yeah. - Why did you turn on them?
My grandfather thought you were ungrateful.
Ungrateful?!
How well do you know friend Eliza, Erin?
Uh?
Quite well, I suppose. She's my best friend.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
you know her well.
So, you know, for example, that her great-grandfather,
my father, died in Büchenwald concentration camp?
No. No, I didn't.
No?!
What about her great-grandmother, my mother?
Or her great-aunt,
my sister?
Or her great-uncle,
my brother?
Did you know they all suffered from the same fate?
No.
No?!
She didn't tell you?!
Of course not.
Why should she?
None of these dangers face Eliza or any of her generation.
Do you know why?
Because people of my generation,
those of us who managed to survive,
were determined that the Jewish people
would never again capitulate in the face of genocide.
We were determined to carve out the land
here, in Eretz Ysrael, in which we could be safe forever.
Forever...
And the British stood in our way.
It had nothing to do with who we had or hadn't been chummy with in the war.
They stood in our way...
...and we wiped them out!
It was as simple as that.
Was captured during an operation to seize control
of the police station in Tiberias
and managed to shoot down three of the enemy.
Avram Klein was seriously wounded. During that operation.
While he fights for his life in the hospital,
the British forces of occupation
have sentenced our heroic soldier to death by hanging.
Listen carefully, British soldiers,
whatever you do to one of ours we will do the same to two of your s.
I tell you what I'd like to do to that fucking bitch.
...we will hang two of your s. - Yeah, we all know
what you'd like to do to her, you randy bastard.
Fuck off! She probably looks like the back end of a bus.
When has that ever stopped you?!
Are you saying I've got no taste?
Some of the birds that I've seen you pull -
I've seen stray dogs with better looks than some of them.
That are doomed to fallure.
Have a goose at that. Talk about mutton dressed as lamb.
You should know sunshine.
Shut it!
Oh, dear, oh, dear.