Cover your self.
What you got show me?
Passport.
I was only trying to talk to them,
I don't understand what I'm supposed to have done wrong.
You can't be here. That's what you've done wrong.
Come.
You wouldn't believe it. I trained these hopeless pieces of shit.
Home sweet home?
This was my life for three years.
Doesn't mean I'm not critical of it.
Anyway, thanks for coming.
Sure.
Sorry I ran.
It felt weird waking up...
You know...
It's fine...
forget it.
So what happens now?
They have to finish their patrol,
but they want me to stay here tonight, so we can catch up.
It would be a good idea to say yes.
Sure, why not?
By the way, no offence, but your friends were totally crap.
They just rolled over and did everything those settlers told them.
And when some Palestinian kids I was with were being stoned by the settlers,
your precious army just stood by and did nothing.
Well, the army aren't here to keep the peace, Erin.
They're here to protect the settlers. End of story.
And the settlers know it, so they treat them like shit.
They know we have to protect them, however disgustingly they behave.
Does that mean standing by while they commit murder?
It's a grey area.
Listen... everyone's mind gets fucked up here.
You can do literally anything you want to the Palestinians.
You can steal from them, you can sleep in their houses,
you can take their cars...
...beat them to death with your bare hands in broad daylight,
shoot their kids for throwing a stone. Anything...
Is that why you turned against it?
Who says I've turned against it?
I went along with most of it, most of the time.
Eliza says when you came out of the army, you'd changed.
Something must've caused it?
Tell me, why are you here?
The real reason.
When I thought I was leaving, I read the end of my grandad's diary.
It was really weird, he sounded so different...
...desperate.
He said he was going to prison
for something he'd done to Mohammed, his servant.
What did he do?
I don't know yet.
And you're, what, looking for the servant's family?
I suppose.
To do what?
I don't know.
I just want to find out what happened.
Why didn't you tell me?
It's private.
I thought it was because you wanted to go with Omar.
I pointed my rifle at this...
...little Palestinian girl...
...for a joke.
Just to show how tough I was.
And she started crying.
She didn't make a sound.
She just stared at me...
...with tears running down her cheeks.
It was nothing.
I don't know why it affected me, I still don't.
I mean, people cry.
They beg you for mercy every day in this job.
But something switched off in me, in my brain.
I just couldn't do it any more.
- What happened? - They threw me in jail...
like your grandfather.
I bet Eliza never told you that about me.
Why, is she embarrassed about it?
Who knows?
No-one ever mentions it.
Shit.
Get down, for fuck's sake!
Hello?
That meeting... Combatants for Peace?
You said, once you'd shaken hands with your enemy,
you could never take up a gun again.
But last night you joined in, you fired back.
It's called loyalty, Erin.
Is it them?
Yes and no. She's the grand-daughter of the man
Mohammed and his family came to stay with in 1948.
- The cousin? - That's right.
Yes!
But none of the family are still in Hebron.
Mohammed took them away after the Six Day War in 1967,
after Israel annexed this whole area...
She's told you to be careful of the glass.
Oh. She's saying that when her grandfather owned that house,
he took in 400 Jews to protect them from the massacres.
And now, the children of those they saved
live in her grandfather's house and throw down broken glass
and other not very nice things on their heads.
She's warning you to be careful.
We should go, Erin.
What's she saying?
Whore. She's calling her a whore.
Right!
Fuck off out of it, OK?
Erin, come on.
Come on.
Come on, Erin. It doesn't help.
They'll just take it out on the family once we've gone. Come on.
We need to go back.
You didn't ask them where Mohammed took his family.
I did.
He took them to Gaza.
- Where in Gaza? - It doesn't matter where, Erin.
I'm serious. Don't even think about it, OK?
Gaza is a closed area. No-one goes in and no-one comes out.
It's a war zone.
The partition plan was adopted by 33 votes to 30 with 10 abstentions.
With this one triumphant act,
the United Nations has finally signalled the death knell
for the illegal occupation of our country by the British Empire.
The hated forces must leave by 1st August 1948.
People of Palestine, at last...
You OK?
Someone's going to get killed if they keep running under our fucking wheels.
Where now?
North.
But slowly. It isn't far.
North.
...not dictated. To us by warmongers and fascists...
...so, Tommy, it's time for you to slink off back home
with your tails between your legs...
Suddenly they love us, now they know we're going home.
...Kol Zion will continue to broad. Cast every detail of your humiliation
till the last one of you is driven from oursoil.
Fucking piece of shit!
Wait here.
Sorry, my fault.
They must've done a bunk.
Stay where you are!
- On me! - With you, sarge.
- Stop! - Don't move!
On me.
Fuck!
Go on, get in!
Doesn't look like they'll be broadcasting our final humiliation after all,
does it, sarge?
- What happened to the woman? - Got away.
- Why'd you let her go? - I didn't.
Don't fuck with me! I'm one second from ripping your fucking throat out!
You know why.
How much have you told her?
How much?
Whatever she wanted to know.
Agh.
How could you do it?
After all we've been through together?
Same reason you told Clara about Robbins and Nash.
What makes you so sure?
The fact that he let the woman slip away in me sight, sir.
And the fact that he's gone missing.
If you thought he was responsible for the leaks, why didn't you arrest him?
I didn't put it together till after I realised he'd gone AWOL, sir.
You've cut your knuckles, Len.
Yes, sir.
I imagine you did that when you stumbled on the roof, right?
Most likely. Yes, sir.
Is it true that the British are leaving?
Yeah.
Yeah, but not for a while yet.
But you're going back to your family?
I'll be going home,
but not to me family.
Why? Are you angry with them?
Hassan, go inside, leave the sergeant in peace.
You might want to think about moving somewhere safer,
at least till after partition.
No.
You shouldn't rely on the British to protect you.
Haifa's a strategically important port and the Jews will try and take it.
You wouldn't want your family to be here when that happens.
This is my home.
I was born in this house.
That's what the Jews want, to scare us into leaving
so they can have the whole of Palestine,
not just the part that you're allowing them to steal.
No.
- Daddy! Daddy! - What? What do you need?
- Red. - I've got red, I've got red. Girls...
I'm down to the dregs on the white. I'll be right back with some white.
- Thank you. Stop smoking! - It's a party!
Telling me not to smoke!
Ah... no, no, no, no. Hiding in the kitchen is not allowed.
Come and meet some people.
One... white... good.
Come on, come on!
OK!
Ah! Someone's obviously pissed.
Can't I hug my best friend on the day she graduates?
Hey, what is it?
It's nothing. It's nothing.
Paul and I were in Hebron...
...and I saw some soldiers caught up in some really bad stuff
and I got worried about you, that's all.
Look, dude, no offence
but you really don't want to listen to all the negative crap
Paul comes out with all the time.
Things have really changed since he was in the army.
Anyway, I told you...
he's completely insane.
- Come on, let's party! - I'll catch up. I've got to have a wee.
Another one.
Tel Aviv.
When are you leaving?
I don't know.
Thought I might stay on for a day or two, bum around a bit.
Erin...
If you won't take me, I'll ask Omar.
He'll say no.
It's illegal for him too, just like it would be for me.
I don't get it.
What difference does it make if you find this family or you don't?
Unless there's something you're not telling me.
It's about loyalty.
That's what you said, isn't it?
Everyone who's dear to him
has either died or betrayed him.
His girlfriend, his best friend...
Something awful's about to happen to him, I know it. I can't just abandon him.
Abandon him? Erin, this is insane!
How does going into a war zone help him?
He's a paralysed old man.
The person you're talking about no longer exists.
He does to me!
OK?
He does to me.
You can't have done that badly.
You never stopped writing.
What's the point? You're leaving. Soon we'll be at war.
I should be training to fight, not taking exams in mathematics.
This war won't last forever, and when it's over,
your country'll need people with qualifications.
You don't want to end up like me, do you? Good for nothing but fighting.
You'd better come with me.
Shouldn't you go and get your friends?
There isn't time. I need to try and stop this now.
Stand next to me, OK?
You mustn't leave me for a second, do you understand?
You do realise this attack
is in breach of every single article of the Geneva Convention?
Hello, Clara.
You'd better get that boy out of here if you want him to live.
I know that every single word you ever said to me was a lie,
but I wouldn't think even you capable
of butchering unarmed civilians in their homes.
These civilians, as you call them, are sheltering Iraqi mercenaries.
They're a legitimate military target.
I don't see any Arab soldiers here, Clara.
Just women and children lying dead in the street from where you shot them.
Take a closer look.
Their fighters have been trying to get out of the village disguised as women.
They've brought this on themselves.
Why are you doing this?
Jews, more than anyone, know that killing civilians
because of who they are is wrong.
Your commander wanted you to kill this little boy, did he?
What's he ever done to you?
Why does killing him make you any safer?
Not everything I said to you was a lie, Len.
I did what had to do to keep you alive, like I told you would.
Why don't you join us?
You could help train our new army.
You'd be welcome here...
and we'd be together.
Goodbye, Clara.
Stay!
What do you have to go back to?
They trusted. Us and now you're abandoning them.
Look, if we set off there now, we can still save some lives.
I thought that's why we were here, to protect 'em.
No British lives are to be put at risk defending the Arabs.
It's a direct order from the GOC.
Our job is to defend our line of retreat.
You seem to forget, sergeant, that we will be out of here in 30 days.
30 days? We've spent 30 years holding the line here, sir,
and some of us have lost good friends doing it.
How can we just walk away
and leave one side heavily armed and the other defenceless?
They are not defenceless.
The Arab states are already preparing their armies.
They'll cross the borders the day we leave.
You're wrong when you think that the Jews are going to have it all their own way...
The Jews aren't waiting for us to leave, sir. They're attacking now!
And if we don't stand up to 'em,
they'll be nothing left to defend by the time the Arab armies get here.
No.
Fine.
I'll go alone.
Why's it so important, anyway?
This was taped to the back of the diary.
My grandad said he wanted to find Mohammed
so he could return it to him, but I don't think he ever managed to.
I haven't shown it to anyone.
You don't know what this is, do you?
It's a key.
Isn't it?
Come.
We call it the Nakba, the Catastrophe.
When the British withdrew in 1948, hundreds of thousands left their homes
and went into exile for fear of the Jewish army.
Many people kept their front door keys
because they knew that one day, they would return.
Of course, they never did.
That's the key to my uncle's house in Jaffa.
It passed to me when he died.
It was his most precious possession.
How did your grandfather come to have this?
I don't know.
I know he wanted to give it back but something really bad happened.
He ended up in prison.
And now you want to return it for him?
Yes.
- OK. - OK?
OK, 'll take you into Gaza.
Thank you. Thank you.
Erin...
What is it?
Nothing. Just a bad dream.
Here, have a look.
What's it say, sarge?
It says we're to pull back to the docks.
But I thought we were supposed to sit tight here till the handover.
They've got heavy mortars up there, sarge.
If we move out now, what's to stop the Jews shelling the shit out the Suk.
It's gonna be a fucking massacre.
We're not going anywhere, Alec.
Hold your position here, I'm off back to talk to Rowntree.
Attlee! Move it!
- Is he here? - No.
Not them.
Welcome. Come. Come in, come in.
- What you doing? Have you packed? - No, we are...
Mohammed, you must go right now, immediately.
We're being pulled back to the docks, they're not waiting for the handover.
There's nothing standing between you and the Jewish military.
The Arab armies will defend us.
The Arab armies aren't coming, or if they are, they'll arrive too late.
The Jews will be here by nightfall. You must leave now.
Now.
I can take you as far as the port.
The navy are ferrying people across to Acre, you'll be safe there.
Your bullet will be kinder than my knife, I think.
Wait.
What did you say to him?
I told him that it is his responsibility to keep it safe...
...because one day we will return.
- OK, wait here. - Yes, yes.
You take them through to the docks, yeah?
OK, sarge.
He'll let you through. Go straight to the dockside,
ask for the z-boats, they'll take you across the bay.
Take this.
Take it.
Thank you, my friend. May God bless you.
Hassan!
- Hassan! - Where's Hassan?
- Hassan! Hassan! - I'll go, I'll go.
No, I must find him!
Take your wife and daughter inside while there's still time.
I'll go back and find Hassan and bring him through to you.
Hassan. Hassan.
You promise you'll find him?
- I promise. - You won't leave without him?
I'll find him. Go, go.
Go on!
Go!
We'd just about given you up. What did Rowntree say?
He didn't say anything. He wasn't there.
So we're heading for the docks?
Get the lads mounted up.
OK, lads, mount up. Come on, boys.
Right, lads, mount up. Come on...
This is a joke. It'll be over in a couple of hours.
You are coming, aren't you, sarge?
Sarge.
You're staying to fight, aren't you?