《慕尼黑惨案》经典对白
In the aftermath of Black September's assassination of Israeli athletes atthe 1972 Munich games, Prime Minister Golda Meir okays a black-box operation to
hunt down and kill all involved. A team of five gathers in Switzerland led by
Avner, a low-level Mossad techie whose father was a war hero and whose wife is
pregnant. It's an expendable team, but relying on paid informants, they track
and kill several in Europe and Lebanon. They must constantly look over their
shoulders for the CIA, KGB, PLO, and their own sources. As the body count mounts
-- with retribution following retribution -- so do questions, doubts, and
sleepless nights. Loyalties blur. What does it mean to be a Jew?
Robert: We are supposed to be righteous. That's a beautiful thing. And
we're losing it. If I lose that, that's everything. That's my soul.
Avner: We can't afford to be that decent anymore.
Robert: I don't know if we were ever that decent.
Ephraim: We deposit money from a fund that doesn't exist into a box we
don't know about in a bank we've never set foot in. We can't help you because we
never heard of you before.
Golda Meir: Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises
with its own values.
Jeanette: Maybe you want to
hire me. You know how good I am. No, don't! Such a fucking waste of talent!
Hans: [When Avner covering the naked body of the dead Jeanette with her
robe] Leave it!
Steve: The only blood that matters to me is Jewish blood.
Avner: Hey, sweetheart, this is
your papa... this my voice, my darling... don't forget what I sound like,
okay?
Ephraim: That's touching, in a juvenile sort of way.
Daphna: We should stay at home.
Avner: You are the only home I ever had.
Daphna: This is so corny.
Avner: What? That took a lot for me to say!
Daphna: I bet. Why did I have to marry a sentimentalist? You're ruining my
life.
Avner: Your mother's teasing me.
Steve: Don't fuck with the Jews.
Avner: There is no peace at the end of this.
Avner: Break bread with me. Come on, you're a Jew in a foreign land. It's
written somewhere I should invite you to break bread with me. Break bread with
me, Ephraim.
Ephraim: No.
Avner: She's frightfully ugly.
Daphna: She takes after her father.
Tony - Andreas' Friend: All of this blood comes back to us.
Papa: Let me see your hands.
Papa: 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. Oh, we are
tragic men. Butcher's hands, gentle souls.
Avner: It will be beautiful.
Avner: How long into pregnancy are you supposed to stop having
sex?
Daphna: Labor.
Golda Meir: Forget peace for now. We have to show them we're strong.
Avner's Mother: We had to take it,
because no one would ever give it to us.
Carl: It's strange, to think of oneself as an assassin.
Avner: Think of yourself as something else then.
Ephraim: We have 11 Palestinian names, each one of them had a hand in
planning Munich. We want them all dead.
Golda Meir: I am hearing today with new ears.
Ephraim: We kill for our future. We kill for peace.
Avner: Stop... chasing the
mice inside your skull.
General Zamir: [after giving orders to assassinate those responsible for
Munich] Do you have any questions?
Avner: So this isn't about guarding tourists on El Al jets?
General Zamir: No questions? Did we mention how dangerous this is?
Golda Meir: Your wife is pregnant?
Avner: Yes, seven months.
Golda Meir: Mazel tov. You were one of my favorite bodyguards. You know, I
like neat, durable men.
Avner: You like having the son of a hero around?
Golda Meir: Truth be told, you don't look much like your father.
Avner: No?
Golda Meir: Your mother is who you resemble.
Steve: You know how to shoot, to assassinate people, right? I mean, you
make dolls in a toyshop, and you... you shop for sofas? And you- I don't know
what you do.
Carl: Me? I worry.
Steve: So why did they make you team leader?
Hans: Because he really knows how to cook a brisket.
Avner:
Carl: I knew guys like you in the army. You 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.
Mossad Accountant: In the operational funds box we will deposit 250,000
American dollars. You take it out - we put more in. I want receipts!
Mossad Accountant: You are not working for the Baron Rothschild! You're
working for Israel, a small country! I'm an old Galicianer from a mud hut in the
Ukraine, and I don't trust Yekke putzes let loose in Europe with unlimited
operational expenses!
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