Exodus (1960) - full transcript

The island of Cyprus, madam.

World famous for beauty
and long, tragic history.

Been conquered many times.

Conquered by Phoenicians, Assyrians,
Persians, Macedonians.

Also conquered by Greeks, Romans,
Byzantines, Turks.

Purchased from Turkey by your
esteemed self, the British Empire.

All Cyprus most fond of the British.

I'm an American.

Fond of Americans also.
We Cypriots are fond of everybody.

Shall we go through the castle now?

No, I've changed my mind.



Then maybe the Tower of Othello
at the harbour of Famagusta.

- It's included in the tour.
- All right.

What's the matter here?

Prison ship has arrived
full of Jews for the camps, madam.

- What camps?
- Detention camps out at Karaolos.

You see, the Jews, they charter a
ship from Europe to get to Palestine.

Then the British catch the ship
and send the whole bunch here.

The Arabs don't want
them in Palestine.

The British don't
want them here, either.

- But they got them.
- Stop!

Get him!

Maybe you can back up
and drive me to this address.

House of the British Commander.

Now, then.



- Get his feet.
- Right.

Up.

Mrs. Fremont?

The General's expecting
you in the garden.

How do you do, Mrs. Fremont?

I'm very glad to see you.

Please sit down.

Found that here in the garden.

From the colour, I'd say it
belongs to the Byzantine period.

The Byzantines occupied
Cyprus for centuries.

Gives one an idea how temporary

our claims to the
world's real estate are.

I'm ashamed to say I really don't
know anything about archaeology.

Few people do.

Didn't you once publish something
about the Roman ruins in Cheltenham?

A very obscure something.
How did you know?

Tom mentioned it
in one of his letters.

He was very proud
of your friendship.

As I was of his.

Will you have tea,
or something livelier?

Something livelier, please.

- Is that ice I see?
- Surprised?

Tom got me into the habit.

Now I use ice in
practically everything.

There we are.

May we drink to Tom?

Of course.

I'm extremely
sorry circumstances

compelled us to
bury him in the field.

Even sorrier I was transferred
from Palestine...

before I got the chance to see you.

It wasn't your fault. It took me
almost a week to arrange passage.

But your letter was waiting
there for me, and Tom's things.

I really shouldn't
have let him go with us.

It was only a border affair.

One of the Jewish undergrounds
had blown up half a dozen bridges.

It really wasn't important enough
to lose one's life for.

Is anything?

In my opinion, yes.

I've known many soldiers, Mrs.
Fremont, and war correspondents...

and news photographers,
such as your husband.

But I think perhaps Tom
was the bravest man I've ever met.

We have a saying in Indiana:

"The braver the bird,
the fatter the cat."

Perhaps.

Do you recognize this
photograph, General?

Of course. It was his last.

Do you remember
how Tom got that shot?

We were together.

I must confess, my eyes weren't
on him when he snapped the shutter.

The aircraft came in low.
We were both in the truck.

I jumped down on
one side to take cover,

and Tom jumped
down on the other side.

Tom couldn't have taken cover
and photographed the plane as he did.

I dare say you're right.
He had a strong sense of duty.

He also had a strong sense of death.

I felt I had to confirm what I
suspected about the last photograph.

I'm very grateful to you.

That's over a year ago.
How have you been occupying yourself?

- After I lost the child I was...
- The child?

Didn't Tom tell you we
had a child on the way?

Men like Tom are
often quite reticent about

things that are
nearest to their hearts.

I understand.

It was quite late in my pregnancy
when Tom was killed.

Apparently the Palestine
trip was too much.

I lost the baby in the
hospital at Jerusalem.

And then I went back
to my old profession of nursing.

I've just completed
my tour of duty with

the US Public Health
Service in Greece.

Very good. What are your
plans for the future?

I haven't quite decided yet. I may
travel a while before I go home.

I have passage booked on a freighter
that sails next week to Istanbul.

From there I may go to Lydia.

I've always wanted to see
the Vale of Kashmir.

It's probably the most
beautiful spot on earth.

Mrs. Fremont, may I introduce Maj.
Caldwell?

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Have a drink.
- Thank you. I'd love one.

- How did your disembarkation go?
- Smoothly.

We're really up to
our neck in Jews, sir.

Karaolos bursting at the seams
and more to come.

I still say we should send them back
where they came from.

Two loads were shipped out of Haifa
bound for Hamburg.

I don't see why we
can't do the same thing.

I shouldn't like to have a hand
in sending a Jew back to Germany.

Squeeze them in as best as you can.

They're squeezed in.
Short of bed space, supplies...

short of nurses, short of temper,
short of everything.

Mrs. Fremont's a nurse.

Why don't you lend
a hand at Karaolos?

No, General. I'm afraid I couldn't.

I've really been quite tired lately.

And I don't know anything about them.

About the Jews?

I feel strange among them.

In what way?

Now that you
mention it, I can't think.

It's just a feeling I get.

- Will you have another drink?
- Thank you, no. I really must leave.

I'm touring the island
and my guide is very firm with me.

I'll take you to your car.

Thank you for the
drink and the talk.

Drive by Karaolos on your tour.

Ring me if there's anything I can do
to make your stay more comfortable.

I will.

I'm very fond of the old man.
One of the best.

Makes it all the more difficult
to explain his little quirk.

Quirk?

About the Jews. You caught
it all right. I was watching.

Almost makes one believe the story
one hears now and then.

Probably nonsense, but still...

What story?

That if you gave a
good shake to his

family tree, you'd
find a Jew up there.

Please tell Gen. Sutherland
I've changed my mind.

I'll be happy to work at
Karaolos for a few days.

- Goodbye, Major.
- Goodbye.

- Do you need any help?
- No, thanks.

Good night, then.

Good night, and
thanks for stopping.

Ari! Ari Ben Canaan!

- Reuben. How are you?
- Fine.

The car's up there.

Good. We'll go directly to Mandria.

We can't, Ari.
He's on the other side of the island.

He won't be back until tomorrow.

He should be on
this side of the island.

British checkpoint,
Jewish checkpoint.

We don't allow our military personnel
in the camp area...

unless something
extraordinary occurs.

We handle the outside.
The inside's up to them.

Lieutenant, this is
Katherine Fremont.

How do you do, Mrs. Fremont?

American. Authority Gen. Sutherland.
Pass her at all times.

- Very good, sir.
- Thank you.

These Zionist organizations,
or whatever they call them...

send their own people over from
Palestine to administer these camps.

Jews seem to respond
better to their own kind.

Perhaps we all do.

We even give them the privilege
of approving all Gentile personnel.

- I hope you don't mind.
- Not at all.

- Good morning, Ben Ami.
- Good morning, sir.

This is Mrs. Fremont, an
American friend of Gen. Sutherland.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Ben Ami is one of the Palestinians
who run this camp.

Mrs. Fremont has a
few days to while away

in Cyprus, and being
an experienced nurse...

the general thought you may find
her assistance valuable.

We find all assistance of value, Maj.
Caldwell.

- Would you show him your passport?
- Of course.

Any friend of Gen. Sutherland's
is always welcome.

Convey my respects to the general,
and thank him for us.

Of course. Goodbye. Good luck.

- Call us if you need us.
- Thank you.

- Would you care to come with me?
- Surely.

Yesterday's shipload
will double our hospital capacity.

It's very good of you to
help us get organized.

- Leave me alone.
- You're burning up with fever.

If you don't let us clean out
the infection you'll die, that's all.

After coming so far, you'll die

without ever having
seen Eretz Israel.

I'll see Palestine before you.
Now leave me alone.

This woman is trying to help you.

- Do as she says.
- Who are you?

He's the Palestinian
commander, that's who.

A Jewish policeman, working for them.

I know your kind from Auschwitz.

- You can't tell me what to do.
- We'll see.

- I'll hold him.
- Just try.

Dov! If you don't let them
help you, you'll die.

I want to die.

You don't know
what you're saying.

I'll take them off
myself. It won't hurt.

Keep away from me, all of you.

Excuse me.

I think I can talk to him
better if we're alone.

We came on the Star of David

together, and I know
him. He's just shy.

Don't get too close to the glass.

Dov Landau, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself. Put that down.

I won't.

That hurt.

Not half as bad as it will hurt.

I'll teach you. I'll
beat you all over.

Well? Do you let them
take care of you or not?

Not them. But if you want
to do it, well, all right.

Thank you.

And don't you ever spit on me again.
Just remember.

- It's all right, I'll do it.
- How did you change his mind?

Just patience and kindness.

Yetta will show you around. Don't
hesitate to call on me if I can help.

Thank you.

Now, this is pavilion number two.

Excuse me.

This boy has a skin
infection called impetigo.

He needs sulfathiazole
on those scabs.

If the camp has no such drug?

Leave him alone. That will
spread it all over his body.

You think so?

I know it. It's
terribly contagious.

My dear, it's this way.
If you have no sulfathiazole...

and no ammoniated mercury ointment...

which was the
earlier pharmacology,

you soften the scab
with soap and water...

and gently remove
it like this, you see?

Then expose the lesion
for five minutes to the sun.

That's also a cure.

- You're a doctor.
- By coincidence.

It was stupid of me to interfere.

I'm a nurse. I'll be working here
for a while. Please forgive me.

Dr. Odenheim, it's
time for you to rest.

You've been up all night.
I know how to do this.

- He taught me on the ship.
- Thank you, child of light.

I'll find you something to wear over
your dress, a gown or an apron.

Thank you.

My name is Katherine
Fremont. I'm a nurse.

- You can call me Kitty.
- My name's Karen Hansen.

Hansen?

- Then your mother was Jewish?
- Yes, and my father.

- Reuben.
- Shalom, Ari.

- David, how are you?
- Shalom, Ari.

Mr. Mandria, this
is Ari Ben Canaan.

Welcome.

Very pleased to meet you. We've heard
good things about you in Palestine.

- Rumours. But I like them.
- So do we.

Please sit down.

- Cigar?
- No, thanks.

Well, David, how many
people have you got by now...

in that barbed wire jungle of yours?

Over 30,000.

And they're building for 30,000 more
on the other side of the island.

How many arrived yesterday
on the Star of David?

Six hundred and eleven.

We're going to take
the same 611 off

the island and land
them in Palestine.

- Six hundred and eleven?
- He thinks he's Moses.

We haven't been
able to break more

than 10 or 15 at a
time out of Karaolos.

This will be a new experience.
One thing more. There's a time limit.

Today is Tuesday.
We'll stage the break next Monday.

- Next Monday?
- Why not tomorrow?

Ari, we cannot do it.

The United Nations
will vote on the Palestine issue...

before the end of this session.

Between now and then
we have to show the world...

thousands of homeless
European Jews...

are not going to accept any solution
that bars them from Palestine.

A mass escape of the very same people
who arrived on the Star of David...

is worth more than
a million speeches.

But this isn't the Red Sea, Ari.
It's the Mediterranean.

Right. Smite these waters
as you will, they do not part.

That's why you'll
have to get us a ship.

I want a legitimate freighter...

with legal registry and real cargo
we can unload here in Cyprus.

A ship for six...

That's a wonderful idea.

Brilliant.

But the expense
will be brilliant also.

Not too brilliant.

You know, our
treasury is based on

donations, and right
now we're rather low.

- Well, can you deliver or not?
- I'll do my best.

We Cypriots are with you. For the
Jews, Mandria will do everything.

The Jews have paid you well for
your efforts, Mr. Mandria.

- Ari, you've got to understand...
- No, Reuben. I say it.

Do you believe that I, Plato Mandria,
would do this for money?

Do you think I'd risk
10 years in prison for money?

I tell you, it has cost me over
£5,000 since I work with the Haganah.

You owe him an apology, Ari.

I do apologize, Mr. Mandria.
It was a stupid remark.

Not necessary.

If I apologize each
time I get stupid,

I'd spend a lifetime
on my knees.

- Also, we'll need 14 lorries.
- 14, he says. Why not 1, 400?

The British have requisitioned

every car, truck and
lorry on this island.

Haganah makes mistakes just like
anybody else. This is one of them.

David, I want to hear
every objection, every

criticism, every
suggestion, but only once.

Now the boat project
is under way, right?

Almost accomplished.

I will send a telegram to
a shipbroker in Athens.

Don't the British
monitor telegrams?

Naturally.

But some of the
monitors are Cypriots.

They'd like the Britons in Britain,
the Jews in Palestine...

and the Cypriots in Cyprus.
Not, mind you, that I'm anti-British.

If I must have a master,
the British are far the best.

But the problem, my dear friend, is,
why have a master at all?

Shouldn't have hurt him, Ari.
He's a real friend.

Maybe, but don't let
the Mandrias fool you.

They work for us and say
how terrible it was...

that 6,000,000 Jews
went into the oven.

But when the showdown comes,
we always stand alone.

Mandria will sell us out
like all the others.

We have no friends, except ourselves.
Remember that.

You're wrong, but you'll
have to learn that for yourself.

Now tell me, how is Jordana?

I think she's in love.

You've had this
letter since last night...

I forgot about it.

He's in love with her, so
he thinks everyone is.

He's right.

She mention me in there?

Thank you.

- No, thank you.
- None for me.

How did you know I
postponed my departure?

Central Intelligence has a great
talent for spying on the innocent.

It'll interest them to learn
that I have a plot under way.

Good. Can you tell me about it?

There's a child at the camp
I'd like to take out for a holiday.

Just for luncheon,
and perhaps to buy her some clothes.

Then I take it
some of the strangeness has worn off?

I know it was foolish to say that.

But I can't help it. I do
feel strange among them.

Except for this girl.
Somehow she's entirely different.

Her point of view,
the way she works...

she acts, feels and speaks
almost exactly like an American.

I can think of no higher praise.

You're laughing at
me, and I deserve it.

I'm not laughing. I'm
simply glad it worked.

- What?
- I wanted you to get interested...

in something beside your
own troubles, and you did.

It's interesting that
you saw it so fast.

Of course, you
were absolutely right.

I'm glad you weren't offended.

I shouldn't like you
to become a woman...

who drifts through life,
"fair to no purpose..."

"Artful to no end, young without
lovers, old without a friend."

Do you have a solution?

If I were 20 years younger
I'd offer myself as a solution.

The Vale of Kashmir is no good
unless you share it with someone.

Places don't mean anything.
Only people are important.

Fill your life with people. Let Tom
return to the grave where he belongs.

Fred!

- Yes, sir?
- There's a child out at Karaolos...

Mrs. Fremont would
like released for a day.

What's her name?

Karen Hansen.

- See to it for me, will you?
- Very well, sir.

- Isn't it a little irregular?
- Extremely.

That's why I want your signature
on the pass instead of my own.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Isn't she a beauty?

You must have towed it across.

All right, she's no beauty, but
her heart is solid oak. You'll see.

Ari!

Hank, how are you?
Hank Schlosberg from Cincinnati.

He's run more ships through
the blockade than anyone.

This is Mr. Mandria, who
arranged for this tub.

- Not a bad ship.
- Not a good one, Mr. Mandria.

For the money we pay,
every ship cannot be the Queen Mary.

Can this abortion
make it to Palestine?

On my mother's honour, she
has made 300 trips...

from Cyprus to Turkey
under her last owner.

That's just the trouble. We can hold
her together for one more round.

I want a loudspeaker system aboard.

Get me a power unit
and six Almec-Thorston speakers.

There is no such equipment
for sale in Cyprus.

If you can't buy it, steal it. Stock
it with provisions for five days.

- For a two-day trip?
- Five days.

All prepared foods, either
canned or packaged.

The most expensive, naturally.

- Have you got my jeep yet?
- I told you, it's impossible.

A jeep is out of the
question, absolutely.

Need someone to
overhaul the engine tank?

No, my gang can
take care of that.

- Mr. Mandria?
- Yes?

What about that jeep there?

That belongs to His Beatitude...

the Greek Orthodox
Archbishop of Cyprus.

Steal it. Paint it. Hide
it till I'm ready for it.

The water's wonderful. May I
have another swim before my steak?

Just once more,
because we're due back at the camp.

- Is that the girl?
- Yes.

Swims just like an American.

I'll buy you a drink if
you'll forget that joke.

I just had one.

She is nice.

Would it be too difficult to arrange
for me to take her back to America?

Not from our end.
We'd be glad to let them all go.

So long as they don't
end up in Palestine.

Let me know when
you've decided. I'll

get Maj. Caldwell
to arrange it for you.

Thank you.

Karen.

Coming.

Would you like to go to America?

Of course. Everybody
likes to go to America.

Then you will go.

I'll cancel the rest of my trip,
and I'll take you with me.

And you can go to school there,
and later on to the university.

And if you like it, and want to,
you can become an American citizen.

You mean, go right away?

Perhaps. In the next week or two.

Meanwhile, I may be able
to get you out of camp.

I'll speak to the general tonight.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

You do want to go, don't you?

Yes, but I mean...

I must think about it a little.

- What is there to think about?
- I don't know.

But it's so important, and
I need a little time.

You know, to think.

Take all the time you wish.

- Kitty?
- Yes?

- Don't be mad at me.
- Of course not.

It's getting late. You
better finish your steak.

Fine thing, what you
want to do for Karen.

She told you?

She is worried about her father.

I didn't know that
her father was alive.

When Karen was six, he smuggled
her out of Germany to Denmark.

After the war she went
back to find her parents.

The Jewish Agency
had records of the dead.

She found her mother
on the Dachau list...

together with her
two younger brothers.

About the father
there was nothing,

so naturally she
hopes he is still alive.

Maybe in Palestine. As a matter of
fact, there is such a possibility.

He was a very
important scientist.

The Nazis could
have spared his life...

in order to use his brain.
But of course, who knows?

It's curious that she didn't
mention her father to me.

You must understand something
about these children.

Their past is scarred.
They're ashamed of it.

To have a parent who
has been persecuted,

or killed in a
concentration camp...

is a reproach to them.
They feel guilty for having survived.

So they pretend the bad
things never happened.

To take such a child is a
great responsibility...

- even a sacrifice.
- It's no sacrifice.

I'm alone. The
insurance I got after my

husband's death is
more than enough.

I didn't mean
financial sacrifice,

although it's a good
thing to have money.

No, what I meant was, you will have
to make a sacrifice of yourself.

These children who
have lost everything...

spend their lives
searching for new parents.

Their need reaches
out to your heart

as naturally as a
flower turns to the sun.

And they trap you.

Because they've
been so long without

love, they demand
all the love you have.

Karen will drain you of love.
She'll exhaust you.

That's exactly what I need.

I'd like to go with you, Kitty.

If you still want me.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Bowen, 23rd GT Company.
- What can I do for you, sir?

Afraid I'll to have to draw
rather heavily on you.

- Please have a chair.
- Thank you.

This does draw us down a bit.
Excuse me a moment.

- Operator.
- CO, please.

Won't take a minute.

I hope not. As you
can see, I'm in a hurry.

- CO speaking.
- Hall here, sir.

I've an order at transport
pool, sir, for 14 lorries...

4 motorcycles, 18
drivers and 18 guards.

Estimated use four hours, sir.

- What's this for?
- Transport from Karaolos, sir.

- Who is requesting this?
- Capt. Bowen.

What authority?

Sir Cecil Bradshaw,
of the Colonial office.

- Yes.
- Countersigned It. Gen. Sutherland.

- Well, allocate it then.
- Yes, of course, sir.

- What's the query?
- I thought you might want...

to draw extra transport
from headquarters.

Don't babble on,
man. Give it to him.

Yes, sir.

And get on with it.

Very good, sir.

Smithers. Take this and
get it filled at once.

Yes, sir.

We'll have you
taken care of in a jiff.

Can I order tea for you?

Rather prefer a gin and
tonic, if you don't mind.

- Bowen, 23rd transport company.
- It. Arnold, sir.

I want to see the
Palestinian camp commander.

Right this way, sir.

This is the Palestinian commander,
David Ben Ami.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

We are relocating all the internees
from the Star of David.

Here are your orders.

Where are you taking these people?

Their destination is not included
in your orders, Mr...

- Ben Ami.
- Yes. Thank you.

These people have not recovered
from their last journey.

I cannot permit them
to travel again so

soon, just because
of a piece of paper.

Piece of paper?

- This seems perfectly clear to me.
- Sir, some of these people are sick.

You will turn the
internees over at once.

I'm sorry. I just cannot
accept that responsibility.

I'll take the responsibility.

- There, does that satisfy you?
- Of course, I don't approve, but...

I guess it makes the record perfect.

Would you order him
to place all his Palestinian...

administrative personnel at
my disposal while loading?

- Did you hear?
- Yes, sir.

You can call on me
if you run into any trouble, sir.

Thanks, old chap.

Well, let's get about it.

Attention.

All passengers from the
Star of David, listen carefully.

We have received orders
to evacuate you immediately.

I repeat. All those who arrived
on the Star of David...

are to be evacuated at once.

Please prepare to board the British
lorries now passing through the camp.

Report at once to your
nearest Palestinian guard point.

What does this mean? HMJFC?

His Majesty's Jewish
Forces on Cyprus, what else?

- What's going on?
- Military police.

They're blocking the intersection
for through traffic.

I don't understand.

Go and find the commanding
officer, will you?

I'd better look into this myself.
Excuse me, Mrs. Fremont.

Stay here.

- Sergeant, clear the way for my car.
- Yes, sir.

I'm afraid this is most unusual.

We've had no warning.
I'll check with headquarters.

These orders are perfectly clear.

Signed by the Colonial Office
and countersigned by Gen. Sutherland.

What's this? The
whole area's tied up.

- Who's in charge?
- O'Hara.

Permit me. Bowen, 23rd GT Company.

Special detail, orders
of Gen. Sutherland.

Here are the papers, sir.

Well, Bowen, I see you're going to be
getting rid of some Jews for us?

Yes, sir. Shipping
them back to Hamburg.

That's where they belong.

It's a German matter. Let
the Germans handle it.

Apparently the general's
had second thoughts.

Why do you question these orders?

I didn't question. I just wanted
to check with headquarters.

Countersigning is not the
responsibility of junior officers.

The acceptance of responsibility...

is what makes senior
officers out of juniors.

- Let them through.
- Yes, sir.

Should have started this
policy two years ago.

I don't care about the
Jews one way or the other.

- But they are troublemakers.
- No question about it, sir.

Get two of them together,
you've got a debate...

and three, a revolution.

Yes. And half of them
are Communists anyway.

Yes, and the other half pawnbrokers.

They look funny, too. I
can spot one a mile away.

Would you mind looking into my eye?
It feels like a cinder.

Certainly.

You know, a lot of them
try to hide under Gentile names.

But one look at that
face, and you just know.

With a little experience,
you can smell them out.

I'm sorry, I can't find a thing.

Must've been my
imagination. Thanks.

Maj. Caldwell, are they taking

everybody who was
on the Star of David?

Yes, ma'am, we are.

Then Karen's on
one of those trucks.

Karen?

Karen Hansen.

I have Gen. Sutherland's permission
to take her to America.

We were on our
way to pick up the girl.

How old is she?

Fourteen. She was
assigned to the hospital.

Yes, it seems to me...

Is that the girl that the...

forgot his name, the camp commander,
was talking about?

David Ben Ami? Yes.
He knew she was supposed go with me.

I remember. He told me the general
had made arrangements for her...

so I left her behind,
on my own responsibility.

- Very good, Bowen.
- Thank you very much.

I appreciate your help.
Convey my respects to the general.

That I will.

- Bit of a Jew himself, you know.
- Not really?

Good luck, sir.

Remember, I've been in Palestine.

I know what kind of life
she'll live, if she lives.

I grant you that.

Besides, she must have been forced,
otherwise she would've left a note.

We'll get her back for
you, one way or another.

With her consent, of course.

Who was in charge of this evacuation?

Chap named Bowen, sir. Capt. Bowen.

- What did he look like?
- Look like?

A well set up sort of chap.

Proper bearing, decent decorations.

Spoke like any of us.

- From what command?
- 23rd GT Company, sir.

- Is anything irregular?
- Could be.

We don't list a 23rd
GT Company on Cyprus.

You should have known that.

Yes, I should.

- Perhaps I made an error.
- It's human.

Who issued Capt. Bowen's orders?

They originated with Bradshaw
of the Colonial Office.

And, of course, you signed them.

You examined the signatures?

Well, naturally,
and I countersigned.

I signed no such order.

Neither have I seen such an order
from the Colonial Office.

Well, those signatures
must've been forged?

We can't exclude the possibility.
With one exception, of course.

Your signature was
genuine, wasn't it?

Someone had to
take responsibility, sir.

And you took it. Now you've got it.

What do you propose to do with it?

That boat...

That Olympia...

She's not going to Hamburg.
She's probably heading for Palestine.

Undoubtedly.

Telephone control, tell
them to block the harbour.

Take a look at the
situation yourself.

Very well, sir.

Mrs. Fremont. Sir.

Let me have the microphone.

Attention, Olympia.
Attention, out there.

This is Maj. Caldwell speaking.

Attention, Olympia.

You have no chance to escape.

The destroyer
Zebra is moving into

position to block
the harbour entrance.

Return to dock.

Otherwise we will board you.

We're bound for Palestine
with an American captain and crew...

and a passenger
manifest of 611 persons.

We're carrying 200
pounds of dynamite

in the engine room
with fuses attached.

You let one British soldier step

aboard this ship
and we'll blow her up.

Have you heard me, Major?

Message received.

Where would they find
200 pounds of dynamite?

- Get me Gen. Sutherland.
- Operator.

- Connect me to Gen. Sutherland.
- Yes, sir.

In an ammunition dump,
you blithering idiot.

- Sutherland here.
- Caldwell here, sir.

The Olympia
threatens to blow herself

out of the water,
sir, if we board her.

I'm convinced it's a bluff, of
course. Boarding party en route, sir.

Call your boarding party back.

Signal the Olympia.
I'm asking London for instructions.

If she stays where she is,
no one will molest her.

They've threatened to dynamite
the Olympia if we board her.

Do you think they mean it?

Nearly two years ago,
a Haganah ship which

we were detaining
in the port of Haifa...

did blow herself up.
236 refugees died.

General, I simply must
get Karen off the ship.

Would you care to go on
board the Olympia...

and learn from the child
exactly what happened?

- Will they let me?
- I'll try and arrange it.

If I succeed, you can do
me a favour in return.

I'll do anything.

If force, or coercion
of any kind, was

used to get that child
on board the ship...

you must promise me to
tell the entire story...

at a press conference
which I shall arrange.

- Do you agree?
- I'll be glad to.

Reuben?

Send this every 10 minutes,
and keep on sending it.

- Could we interrupt, please?
- Yes.

This is Dr. de Vries. We elevated
ourselves into a medical committee.

Good.

It's our opinion the
sanitary arrangements

on this ship are
hopelessly inadequate.

Unless we make some additional
bathing and toilet facilities...

we'll have a serious health problem.

All right, we'll try
to take care of it.

There he is. This is Mrs. Fremont,
from Gen. Sutherland.

- How do you do? Hank?
- Yes.

We have enough scrap lumber
to build privies on deck?

I guess so.

Ten-holers. Knock some
showers together, too.

Okay.

- Anything else?
- Not for the present, thank you.

This one to Haifa.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Captain.

"Yes, Captain." His
Majesty's Jewish Brigade.

North Africa, Syria, Lebanon and
Palestine. The decorations are real.

Is that what Sutherland
sent you to find out?

You lied to me about the girl. She's
not at the camp, she's on this ship.

And you forced her to come aboard.

We don't force
anybody. Tel Aviv yet?

No.

Go on.

You're not listening.

I heard every word you said. I

lied to you about
the girl. What else?

I'm taking her off this death trap.

Don't tell me what
you'll do on this

ship. You'll do
exactly what I tell you.

- Tel Aviv beginning to send.
- Fine.

How do you know the
girl wants to get off?

I am trying to save a Jewish child.

Can't you understand that? Don't
you have any respect for human life?

Don't expect me to get hysterical
over one Jewish child...

and don't you get
hysterical, either.

You're late, lady.
You're 10 years late.

Almost 2,000,000 Jewish children,
butchered like animals...

because nobody wanted them.

No country would have them.
Not your country or any other.

And nobody wants
the ones who survived.

Jewish flesh is cheap, lady.
It's cheaper than beef.

It is cheaper, even, than herring.

You and your respect...

Tel Aviv complete now.

If you can find the
girl, if she wants to

go, take her. Take a
dozen if you want to.

Kitty!

It happened so fast,
I couldn't even leave you a note.

I had to go, Kitty,
to find my father.

When you asked me to go to America,
I didn't know, and...

Kitty, we're going to Palestine.

Karen, you don't know what
it's like in Palestine.

And the British won't
let you go, anyhow.

They'll have to, Kitty.
They'll just have to.

Because we're not going
back to Karaolos, not ever.

Then let me take you to Palestine.
I can find a way.

- The man in charge, Mr...
- Ben Canaan?

Yes.

If you want to come with me,
you have his permission.

I couldn't leave now, Kitty.

I don't know how to explain it
to someone like you.

But we all came here together,
and now we're trying to do something.

And I must stay here, Kitty.

Gen. Sutherland calling the Olympia.

This is the Exodus. Come in, General.

I have received instructions
from the Colonial Office in London.

No attempt will be made
to board the Olympia...

but the harbour will remain blocked.

You may return to Karaolos
whenever you wish.

If you choose to
remain in the ship...

provisions and medical supplies
will be sent to you as you need them.

Message completed.

Not even now?

Kitty...

I couldn't.

It's like leaving your
family when things are bad.

I know.

If you want anything, let me know.

Yes. Gen. Sutherland's your friend.

Tell him to let us go to Palestine.

They're just going to turn this ship
into another concentration camp.

Go back? Nonsense.

Did we escape for just
ourselves alone? No.

We've done it for hundreds of
thousands of Jews all over Europe...

who couldn't get out.

Also it makes news. World news.

I want your attention for a minute.

Now you all heard Gen. Sutherland
on the loudspeaker.

You must now make a decision.

You can go back to Karaolos...

The only way to go back to Karaolos
is by crawling!

Or you can stay aboard this ship.

Who are you making the
propaganda for? Them or us?

Quiet, please. There's
another possibility.

You were picked by
Haganah for this ship...

so that your escape to Palestine
would have some meaning to the world.

If you still want it to
have some meaning...

if you want to finish what we began,
you can go on a hunger strike.

Now you're beginning to
make a little sense!

We shall tell to the British,
"We spit on your food."

And the little food we've got here,
we shall throw overboard.

We are going to Palestine,
or we're going to die right here.

Listen, please.

Now just stop and think for a minute.

To go on a hunger strike
is a very serious business...

because once you strike...

it can only end when you have won
or when you are dead.

What is so unusual about the
Jews dying? Is that anything new?

I stay right here.

There is no excuse for
us to go on living...

unless we start fighting right now.

So that every Jew on the
face of the earth...

can begin to start feeling
like a human being again.

You heard what I said.

Fight, not beg!

Fight!

Wait a minute.

Everybody aboard this ship...

agreed to accept Haganah discipline.

I am now giving an order.

We will sit down...

and we will maintain
silence for 20 minutes.

Each one of us will listen
to his own heart...

and to his brain, too.

And then we will vote.

We will now maintain silence.

I saw the people on that ship.

They're not dangerous.
They're just poor, miserable people.

Why can't you let them go?

You must understand that we British
have shown, throughout our history...

an extraordinary talent
for troublesome commitments.

Palestine is a British
mandate imposed upon us...

by the League of Nations...

which makes us responsible
for keeping peace in the area.

The Arabs simply
won't keep the peace

if we allow further
Jewish immigration.

I don't know much about the mandate.

But I do know the Jews were
promised a homeland in Palestine.

During the First World War, Britain
needed and accepted Jewish support...

from all over the world.

In return...

the Balfour Declaration of 1917
made such a promise.

That promise was reconfirmed
during World War ll.

This chap Ben Canaan probably wasn't
lying when he said he fought with us.

Thousands of Palestinians did.

How can you promise something
and then not deliver it?

England was fighting
for her life in 1917.

Nations are very like people
in such circumstances.

They make promises they're
not immediately able to fulfil.

During that same crisis,
we made the Arabs certain assurances.

Hence, they have their claims, too.

The Arabs are fanatics
on the subject of Jewish immigration.

Just now, we need their goodwill.

- How is it ever going to end?
- I don't know.

The whole question now
is before the United Nations.

I hope they solve it.

The sooner I stop operating detention
camps, the happier I'll be.

That goes for every British officer
and soldier I know.

Thank you.

Yes?

The devil.

Of course.

Send a boat alongside at once.
I'll join you in 10 minutes.

They want to send 23
people back to Karaolos.

The rest have
declared a hunger strike.

- Can I drop you at your hotel?
- Of course.

A few news bulletins,
and an announcement.

The evacuation of 2,000 British women
and children from Palestine...

was ordered today by
the High Commissioner.

The United Nations
Commission on Palestine

still has not
submitted its report.

The Grand Mufti of Jerusalem...

who sat out the war as
Hitler's guest in Berlin...

has met in Aley, Lebanon, with

representatives of
the Arab nations...

to coordinate action
against Palestinian Jews...

in the event Partition is granted.

The UN Commission on Palestine
has arrived at Flushing Meadows...

and is now preparing its final
recommendation for the assembly.

News of the hunger strike
aboard the Exodus...

received front-page treatment
this morning throughout the world.

The British embassy in Washington
is already being picketed.

Now Dr. Odenheim has something to say
to you for the medical committee.

It is very important that we
save our supply of fresh water.

So we must ration it. Every
four hours, one cup.

On the other hand,
everyone must wash his body daily.

This will be done with seawater.

Your platoon leader will call
when your turn comes.

It is advised to
conserve your energy.

So all necessary physical work
should be divided...

among as many people as possible.

If at any time you
should feel light-headed

or dizzy, do not be frightened.

It is, in no respect, serious.

Just sit down and lower your
head between your knees.

All of us, of course,
feel stomach pangs.

They are uncomfortable,
but not dangerous.

That's right.

Final point...

people can live a long time
without food, a very long time.

Attention, everybody.

Here is the news, and some
of it, I'm sorry to say, not good.

Dov Gruner and three other leaders
of the Irgun in Palestine...

were hanged today in Acre prison.

The United Nations Commission
on Palestine is still delaying...

its recommendations
to the General Assembly.

Winston Churchill
has called on the.

Labour government
to end what he calls...

"this squalid war against the
Jews," with all possible speed.

- 500 Americans picketed...
- Your water, gentlemen.

UN headquarters in Flushing Meadows,
demanded release...

Your platoon's turn to
bathe, Mr. Lakavitch.

Your turn to bathe.

Mr. Smolikov, will you
please do me a favour?

Refresh yourself
with my bath, and

then, little bit
later, I'll take yours.

- All right.
- Thank you.

Sorry, Mr. Lakavitch.
You know the rules.

- Can't you see the position?
- No exceptions.

I think you carry
this bathing too far.

- No exceptions, Mr. Lakavitch.
- Fanatics!

Establishment of a Jewish state
in the Holy Land.

Thirteen leaders of our
National Committee in Tel Aviv...

have begun a hunger strike
in sympathy with the Exodus.

When more news comes
in, I'll report it. That's all.

Have you time for me, Ari?

Always, Dr. Odenheim. What can I do?

We made a mistake...

a bad mistake in letting the children
be a part of this.

A child's body grows every hour.
They need food more than adults.

Their blood requires more sugar.

What should we do about it?

When a mistake is
made, you admit it...

you analyse it, and you correct it.

Doctor, don't you feel well?

Who cares if an old man feels well?

Major!

- Who the devil are you?
- Jorgenson, of the UP.

- Thanks, Major.
- All right.

What is this?

- Information, sir.
- Information for whom?

For the tourists, of course.
One of our many special services.

And I suppose these are tourists?

No, sir. These people
are contributors.

We are collecting donations
for the Red Cross.

Forgive me.

What did you say?
What were you two talking about?

I said to him:

"These are nice fat ones, for
this the archbishop will bless you."

He said to me, "I do my share."

Word for word, a literal translation.

Don't try to deceive me. You're
collecting all this for the Olympia.

You see through me
like a piece of glass.

Complete waste of time.

They won't accept food
from us, nor from you.

True, but they will accept
from the Red Cross when they sail.

Perhaps you're right.

What do you mean, "when they sail"?

It was my poor way of expressing
confidence in British justice.

Good day.

You'd better go up and tell them.
Give me a hand here.

Let us through, please.

It gives me great
pain to inform you.

Dr. Odenheim has
suffered a heart attack.

He is dead.

Shall I send it out?

Why not?

Professor Dr. Samuel Odenheim...

head of the first clinic
for Internal Medicine...

at the University of Vienna,
author of many medical textbooks...

died today in the
harbour of Famagusta...

on board a cramped
freighter going nowhere,

because there wasn't
room for him on this earth.

Ought to make news somewhere.

Attention, please. Prepare all
children under the age of 13...

for return to Karaolos.
This is an order.

- Out to the ship once more?
- Yes.

You know, they're in their 92nd hour,
and starting to crack already.

- I didn't know that.
- Fading fast.

They never would have
started this nonsense...

if Ben Canaan hadn't
held a gun to them.

- Do you really think so?
- Undoubtedly.

Poor, ruddy beggars.
I don't see how you stand them.

Then let me ask you this, if I may.

Do you have the power to
call off this strike?

I have.

If a compelling reason
turned up. Why?

Then call it off.

I've been talking to Gen. Sutherland.

He's a humane man,
but there's nothing he can do.

You've made the issue so flatly
that no one can help you.

I know it, I feel it.
Either you compromise, or you lose.

We won't lose.

If the British give in and
let us go, we've won.

And if we starve to death
aboard this ship, we've still won.

They'll wait.

They'll wait until
you're too weak

and then come
aboard and take you off.

It doesn't take much strength
to set off 200 pounds of dynamite.

You'd still set it off,
knowing you've lost?

Of course.

Without any regard
for the lives you'd be destroying?

With every regard
in the world for them.

I don't understand.

Each person on board
this ship is a soldier.

The only weapon we have to fight with
is our willingness to die.

But for what purpose?

Call it publicity.

- Publicity?
- Yes, publicity.

A stunt to attract attention.

A letter to the newspapers.

A help-wanted ad to the official
journal of the United Nations.

"Wanted by 600 men,
women and children, a country..."

"A native land, a home."

That's all they're dying for.

Just to call attention to Israel...

without ever having
seen it themselves.

Does the vulgarity of it shock you?

You can't fight the whole
British Empire with 600 people.

It isn't possible.

How many Minutemen did you have
when they fired...

the "shot heard round the world"?

- I don't know.
- 77.

Look, please understand me.

I wish you could win.

I wish it were possible for you
to have a country of your own.

But it isn't.

You're offering
the lives of all these

people for something
that can never happen.

I know. I've been in Palestine.

- When were you there?
- A year ago.

Mr. Ben Canaan, even if you get

a partition and a
free Jewish state...

the Arabs won't let you keep it.

500,000 Jews against
50 million Arabs?

You can't win.

You think I'm a fool.

But I came to appeal to you
to call off the hunger strike...

and avoid a tragedy.

Why don't you appeal
to Gen. Sutherland?

What can I tell him?

Tell him what God said to Moses:

"Go unto Pharaoh, and say unto him,
'Thus sayeth the Lord:

"'Let my people go, that
they may serve me. "'

Exodus, Chapter 7, Verse 26.

We have been asked to talk to you,
Mr. Ben Canaan.

- Do you have time?
- Of course.

Excuse me.

We have made a decision
among the mothers.

To send the children back to
Karaolos now will show weakness.

The British will see that we are not
serious people aboard this ship.

It doesn't matter
what the British think.

I cannot take the responsibility
for letting children starve to death.

We will take the responsibility.

We will not send them back,
and we will not go back with them.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Frankel.
The children must go back.

You go back if you want to with them.
Now, that's a Haganah order.

You're an important man, Mr. Ari
Ben Canaan, but you know nothing.

Look at these babies of mine.
Born behind barbed wire.

For the first time
they don't have to look

out through a fence
like little animals.

They are free now, and nobody...

no Englishman, no Haganah,
will ever lock them up again.

Look at Mrs. Hirschberg here.

Hers will be the first,
when she has no more milk to give.

Tell him.

I will not take him
back to Karaolos.

He will go to
Palestine with me, or

here on this ship,
we will die together.

I will not take him back.

When are you going to stop this thing
and let them go?

Unfortunately, I
can't answer that. The

affair's entirely in
the hands of London.

But you don't like what's going on.
You know how wrong it is.

Why don't you say so? Why don't you
make a public statement about it?

I can't do that,
Kitty. I'm a soldier.

I know you're a soldier,
but you're also a Jew...

and all these people
out there are Jews, too.

I don't like to disappoint you,
but I'm not in any degree a Jew.

- But I thought...
- I know the rumour.

There had to be some explanation...

for my attitude
towards this unpleasant business.

I'm sorry for
flying off like that.

You're getting to
be quite a Zionist.

As a matter of fact, I'm
glad you did fly off.

You asked how I, as a Jew,
could let this happen to other Jews.

Now I find myself asking
how can any man let it happen?

Jew, Gentile, Buddhist, Mohammedan...

no matter what he is.

Signal the air base.
I'm flying to London within the hour.

You know, you're an
interesting woman, Mrs. Fremont.

Sutherland won't let one member
of the press come aboard...

and you shuttle back and forth
like a carrier pigeon.

I know you suspect me, and I know
nothing I say can make you trust me.

But I wanted to tell you that Gen.
Sutherland has left for London.

He understands your situation,
and he is trying to help.

Thanks.

Is that all?

I heard of Dr. Odenheim's death.

I'm a trained nurse,
and I worked with him at Karaolos.

If I can be useful, I'd
be glad to stay aboard.

Without food?

I think I can go without
food as long as you.

I'm glad to have you on
board, Mrs. Fremont.

Glad to be aboard, Mr. Ben Canaan.

Whatever move you make,
you were dead 10 minutes ago.

I asked for an opinion from Romania?

Do you think the
British will give in?

We'll give in first.

These schlemiels.

Maybe they think they've been hungry
once in a while.

They don't even begin to know
what real starvation is.

If you hate these
people so much, why

do you want to go to
Palestine with them?

Because there, Jews
fight instead of talk.

When I get there, I'm
going to join the Irgun.

They know how to do it.

I'm going to blow up every
British installation I can find.

I'm going to kill Englishmen...

and kill and kill them...

till there won't be any more.

But the British aren't all bad.

They're rotten, the
whole bunch of them.

The British, all the
Russians, the Poles...

- Not the Danes. When I was there...
- Them, too. Don't tell me.

That's not true.

The Hansens were Christians,
and they adopted me.

One little exception.
That proves something?

There are lots of exceptions.
You just listen to me for a minute.

When the Nazis
marched into Denmark...

they ordered every Jew
to wear a yellow armband...

with the Star of David on it.
And when they...

That's the worst
thing that can happen?

I said, listen!

You don't know what
you're talking about.

The next morning, when every Jew
in Denmark had to wear his armband...

King Christian came out of.

Amalienborg Palace
for his morning ride.

And do you know something?

He wore the Star
of David on his arm.

But why should...

And you know something else?

By afternoon,
everybody was wearing Stars of David.

Jews and Danes, and,
well, just everybody.

Why'd they do that?

If you don't just know
why they did it, Dov...

well, maybe that's
what's wrong with you.

Get the Olympia. I
want to talk to them.

Yes, sir.

Control Headquarters
calling the Olympia.

- Do you hear me?
- This is the Exodus.

Stand by for Maj. Caldwell.

You are no longer interested
in your last rook, Mr. Lakavitch?

We pause for politics?

Gen. Sutherland,
at his own request,

has been relieved of
his duties on Cyprus.

I have just received a message
from the Colonial Office. I quote:

"His Majesty's
Government, having no

desire to witness
needless suffering..."

"Grants permission for the
Olympia to sail to Palestine..."

"And to disembark its passengers
at the port of Haifa."

That is all.

Ari Ben Canaan!

Well, happy landing, Mrs. Fremont.

You'll find your
luggage at customs.

Thank you.

Have you seen
Mr. Ben Canaan? I want

to thank him for
letting me on the ship.

He and the other Haganah guys
went over the side two hours ago.

Too many British soldiers
on the reception committee.

- Karen?
- Have you seen Dov?

No, not since he left the ship.

- He was assigned to Gan Dafna.
- He'll show up.

I'm going to the American consulate
and then to the Jewish Agency.

As soon as I find anything,
I'll come to Gan Dafna.

Gan Dafna, all aboard.

Bye, Karen.

If you see Dov,
tell him where I am.

Inside.

This is no accident, he's got the
address written down. Fetch the car.

Here, you dirty little Irgun swine.

Hello?

Shalom.

Yaov, take the dog out.

Again?

A boy about 17 just
went into Asa's house.

They took him in a police car.
Get a look at him.

- What's your name?
- Karen. What's yours?

Edna. Come, we'll go
up and eat something.

Now, if you will please
resume a little order...

I will introduce a man
who has done more than any other...

to establish our
village of Gan Dafna.

Only 10 days ago...

he was in London,
negotiating with the British.

Today he is home again.

I have the honour to present
Mr. Barak Ben Canaan...

member of the Executive Committee...

of the Jewish Agency for Palestine.

My dear young friends, I
know you're very tired.

You've had a long trip,
so I'm not going to make speeches.

It's good to have parties like this.

But it's also good to know
what you're here for.

You are here to learn.
You are here to work.

You are here to build
a Jewish homeland in Palestine.

It says on the banner "young heroes.
" Very fine.

But here at Gan Dafna you will find
that even the biggest hero...

must work in the fields,
just like the littlest coward.

Boys and girls, when I came
to Palestine 47 years ago...

it was not a musical reception
with little cakes served.

I came walking,
with my little brother...

all the way from Russia.

And over in that valley,
the swamps, and mosquitoes so big...

they were picking
fights with the sparrows.

Now we have changed those swamps
into such fields.

On a quiet night, you
can hear the corn grow.

Oranges so big...

five already make a dozen.

Over there you see the
Arab village of Abu Yesha.

In those days, my
old friend Kammal...

may God rest his soul...

was mukhtar of the village.

And then one day,
he donated to us this ground...

on which you stand,
for a youth village.

So, we began to build this place.

And again it wasn't a matter
of little cakes and music.

It meant more sweat, more work.

Look about you.

You will see Arab children here.

Three of them, grandsons
of that same Kammal...

the mukhtar who gave us this land.

It grieves me that he isn't
with us today to see all this.

But he's been gathered
to the bosom of Allah.

Speak always that name with respect.

With us, instead,
we have the son of Kammal, Taha...

an honour to his father's memory.

Raised part of the time in my house,
with my own dear son, Ari...

and with my dear daughter, Jordana,
who sits beside him in this place.

I want you to give
particular attention

to what he's
going to tell to you.

Here is Taha, son of Kammal,
since five years...

mukhtar of Abu Yesha.

Thank you, Barak Ben Canaan.

Village president,
Dr. Ernst Lieberman.

In this valley of Jezreel,
we dwell together as friends.

It is natural that we
should live in peace.

Since even our words for it
are almost exactly the same.

We say salaam...

and you, shalom.

Let us seal our
friendship forever with

that most beautiful
of Hebrew toasts.

L'chaim, to life.

L'chaim!

Come on.

Dov Landau.

Immigration says you're legal,
so we've no reason to keep you.

The Jewish Agency sent a bus ticket
and lunch money.

You're assigned to Gan Dafna.

You take my advice and go there.

Don't hang around Haifa.
You'll get in trouble.

Don't wander into the Arab section.

Or you'll run into the Mufti's
gangsters and they'll kill you, son.

They'll slit your throat.

And keep away from the Irgun.

And then, after the
ghetto was destroyed?

I hid in the sewers
for five months.

Eating what?

When I couldn't sneak out at night
and steal garbage, I killed rats.

And then one night they caught me.

- And they sent you to Auschwitz?
- Yes.

To what work were you
assigned in Auschwitz?

I told you that twice already.
It was mostly clean up.

- Cleaning up what?
- The camp area.

That's all there was to do.
That and working in the kitchens.

And when Auschwitz was liberated,
you walked to Germany?

You asked me that already, too.

May I talk with the
young man for a moment?

So you want to blow up British
installations for the Irgun?

Yes.

You're an expert dynamiter, true?

Just try me.

There's still a point or two
we do not completely understand.

Will you assist us
in making them clear?

Sure.

And make certain to tell the truth?

Why shouldn't I tell the truth?

This is always hard to answer.

First, I will ask you,
please, to recreate

for me again how
it was in Auschwitz.

Now, think most carefully about it,
and describe it to me.

Describe what?

Whatever you like.

For instance, how it was that people
were chosen to live or to be killed.

First you undressed...

and then they clipped your hair.

And then you all lined up,
and you went to the station room.

So the way you remember it,
they were men, women, children...

all together and all naked.

Yes.

And then the doctors examined you...

and told you what gate to take.

There were three gates.

If you were to be killed,
then you went through the left gate.

Which most of them did.

Yes. Most.

But if you were
strong enough to work,

then you went
through the right gate.

Which you did.

Yes.

- And then they assigned you to...
- You said there were three gates.

Who went through the third gate?

Girls.

- All the girls?
- No.

Only if they were young and pretty.

What happened to them?

The SS guards kept some of them.

The rest were sent
around to army camps...

for the soldiers.

You have a good memory.

Now, those who went
through the left gate to be killed...

how was the killing accomplished
in Auschwitz?

They went in to take showers,
2,000 or 3,000 at a time.

And the doors were locked.

And then came the gas.

Very professional.
One thing I overlooked.

You say you got this
dynamiting experience

in the Warsaw
Ghetto fighting Nazis.

That's right.

You blew up quite a few Nazis
with this dynamite?

All I could.

Good.

Now, return to Auschwitz, please.

From the gas chambers,
the bodies went where?

The ovens.

At Auschwitz, they had
crematoriums only at the last.

Before the installation of the ovens,
what happened to the bodies?

They buried them.

How?

In trenches and holes.

- And who dug the holes?
- I don't know.

I ask you again, who dug the graves?

I don't know.

They had demolition squads.

At least sometimes they did.

To blow holes in the ground...

then dump the bodies in.

That is correct.

Now may I tell you
something, Dov Landau?

At no time did the Jews use dynamite
in the Warsaw Ghetto.

They had no dynamite.

Do you remember better now?

Maybe.

So it was not possible
for you to learn

the use of dynamite
in the Warsaw Ghetto.

You learned about
dynamite in Auschwitz...

making mass graves to receive
the dead bodies of your people.

True?

Yes.

Hundreds and hundreds
of thousands of them.

And you saved your
own life by working

in that camp as a
Sonderkommando.

- Correct?
- Yes.

It was the duty of those Jews
who became Sonderkommandos...

to shave the heads of other Jews.

Yes.

To remove dead bodies
from the gas chambers.

To collect gold
fillings from their teeth.

Yes!

What could I do?

We take into
consideration that you were

less than 13 when
you entered Auschwitz.

Even so, we must have the truth.

Is there anything else?

Yes.

Then tell us.

No, I won't tell you.

Please, don't make me tell you.

Kill me. I don't care.

- I won't tell you.
- Tell us.

They used me.

They used me...

like you use...

a woman.

You will repeat for
me the following words:

"I, Dov Landau..."

I, Dov Landau...

"do give my body, my brain,
my soul and my being..."

Do give my body, my brain,
my soul and my being...

"without reservation
or qualification..."

Without reservation
or qualification...

"to the freedom
fighters of the Irgun."

To the freedom fighters of the Irgun.

"Under torture, even unto death..."

Under torture, even unto death...

"I will never divulge the name
of a fellow member of the Irgun."

I will never divulge the name
of a fellow member of the Irgun.

- You wanted me?
- Yes.

So?

I've got to see Akiva. Where is he?

We tell Haganah where
our leaders are hiding?

Forget Haganah. Akiva's my uncle.

And Barak Ben
Canaan is your father.

We trust him as we
trust the Grand Mufti.

- His son's different?
- Just tell Akiva and let him decide.

I don't even know
if he's in Jerusalem.

So tell him anyway.

If I can find him, where can I
telephone you this evening?

I'll be here on the
terrace from 7:00 on.

Do you like the view here?

Mr. Ben Canaan.

- Are we both eating alone?
- I am.

- Or I was. Won't you sit down?
- Thanks.

I know all the good things on
that menu. May I order for you?

- Would you like a drink?
- I had one at the consulate.

I had another one
when I came to my room.

Have another one.

- Dry martini.
- Two very dry martinis.

Excuse me, sir.

I'll take the hors
d'oeuvres, clear soup...

fillet of sole...

salad...

and some of your very good Chablis.
We'll order dessert later.

Yes, sir.

What were you doing
at the consulate today?

I've asked them to help
me find Karen's father.

Yes, the girl. Please
forget what I said...

about getting hysterical
over the life of one child.

I didn't mean it.

I know you didn't.

What happens if you find
out her father's dead?

Then I'll take her back
to America with me.

If she likes it there,
I may adopt her.

Won't your husband
have something to say about that?

My husband was killed a year ago...

in a border skirmish
near the Sheikh Hussein bridge.

You mean, here in Palestine?

He was a news photographer
covering the Near East.

About the girl's
father, if you like, I

can put some of our
Haganah boys on it.

The British High
Commissioner to Palestine.

Taken over the
whole south wing of

the hotel in British
general headquarters.

Don't you feel
uncomfortable here?

I guess I'm as safe
here as any place else.

Besides, I spent 14 months in prison.

Tell me about yourself.
Where do you come from?

I don't come from anywhere. I'm
a sabra. A native-born Palestinian.

My father was born in Russia.
He has a farm near Moshav Yad El.

- Do you like farms?
- I was raised on one.

I'd like to show you ours.

That'll be a little difficult.

I've rented a car and I'm driving
to Gan Dafna tomorrow to visit Karen.

That's only a few miles past Yad El.

I'm going up myself in the morning.

Do I know you well enough
to ask you for a lift?

I think so.

- My name is Kitty.
- Ari.

Thank you.

I'll teach you a
Hebrew toast. L'chaim!

I know it. To life.

Good for you.

A year's a long time in the
life of a pretty woman.

Have you found another man?

- Nothing serious.
- Why not?

Many reasons.

One of them is that my husband's work
filled his whole life.

I presume that's good,
at least most men seem to think so.

But I feel a man who has nothing
but his work is only half a man.

And you want a whole one?

Exactly.

The other half of his life
must be a woman. What else?

What else?

Excuse me, sir. Telephone
for you, call, please.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Come with me.

Now?

I have to go back
to the terrace. I want...

You want to arrange
to have us followed.

Let's go.

Ari.

Come in.

Sit down.

You must have some tea.

There's an extra glass
around here somewhere.

You look better than
ever, Uncle Akiva.

It's an active life.

You've been active yourself recently.

This Exodus business shows in your
heart you're really an Irgunist.

Two hundred pounds of dynamite?

Immediately,
the British draw proper conclusions.

Now, it's no accident
that brings you here tonight.

- May I speculate?
- Of course.

The Irgun has been blowing up
too many British installations.

We behave rudely
to our British guests.

So the leading
intellectuals of the Haganah,

after endless meetings
and much debate...

have at last reached a decision.

- Correct?
- It's close.

They say, "Send Ari Ben Canaan".

"The old criminal's getting
soft in the head".

"He loves the boy. Maybe Ari can
stop his indelicate activities."

- Also correct?
- Also.

But they want something more.

If the UN votes for Partition, we'll
have the Arab world on our backs.

Our only hope is an alliance
between Irgunand Haganah.

An alliance to fight? Of course.

The minute Haganah adopts our policy
of fighting instead of talking...

an alliance between
us becomes automatic.

You're not being fair.

When it comes to fighting, Haganah
has lost more lives than Irgun.

We fight to defend
ourselves, or to capture

positions that we
can occupy and hold.

When you attack it's
just to spread terror.

Your duty is done.
You have given me the official line.

But what about you, Ari?

Forget Haganah for one moment,
and tell me what you think.

I think these bombings and these

killings hurt us with
the United Nations.

A year ago we had the respect
of the whole world.

Now, when they read about us,
it's nothing but terror and violence.

It's not the first time
this happens in history.

I don't know of one nation,

whether existing
now or in the past...

that was not born in violence.

Terror, violence, death.

They are the midwives who
bring free nations into this world.

Compromisers like the Haganah
produce only abortions.

Before you have a country,
you have to have people.

That's the job we've done. Tens of
thousands of people smuggled in...

with the whole British Navy
blockading the coast.

The population we've built is our
most valid argument for independence.

How can we ask the UN
for a just decision...

when we keep blowing up things
like a bunch of anarchists?

You have just used the
words "a just decision."

May I tell you something?

Firstly...

justice itself is an abstraction...

completely devoid of reality.

Second, to speak of justice and Jews
in the same breath...

is a logical uncertainty.

Thirdly...

one can argue the justice
of Arab claims on Palestine...

just as one can argue
the justice of Jewish claims.

Fourthly...

no one can say the
Jews have not had...

more than their share of injustice
these past 10 years.

I therefore say, fifthly...

let the next injustice work against
somebody else for a change.

You just changed the subject on me.

You noticed.

I suppose that means more bombings
and more killings?

I'll put it this way.

Let the National
Committee keep on trying

to talk the British
out of Palestine.

We have no objections.
We will continue to bomb them out.

- Now tell me, how is your mother?
- She's fine.

And little Jordana?

Little Jordana just won her second
marksmanship medal with the Palmach.

And that young rascal, David Ben Ami,
she's still interested?

She can't wait till he
gets back from Cyprus.

And Barak...

still counts my name among the dead
on Yom Kippur?

Ten years.

It's a long time to be dead
to the only family you have.

Doesn't he understand
I must work for Israel in my way...

just as he works for it in his?

You can't talk to
him about it. I've tried.

Of course.

It's not much of a home, is it?

With only Rose's samovar
to make a memory real.

Every time I come home,
I stop here to look for a minute.

- You want to look with me?
- Sure.

It's beautiful!

The Valley of Jezreel.

If you dug straight
down far enough

there, you'd find
the ruins of Meggido.

You'd find the very
same paving stones

that Joshua walked on
when he conquered it.

That's Abu Yesha. That's an Arab
village. To the left is Gan Dafna.

- Do you know your Bible?
- In a Presbyterian sort of way.

That's Mount Tabor.

I remember.
Where Deborah gathered her armies.

That's where she
stood when she watched.

Barak march out to
fight the Canaanites.

"So Barak went down from Mount Tabor,
and 10,000 men with him."

It's in the Book of Judges.

The Canaanites had
900 iron chariots...

but Barak had men.

3, 200 years ago.

That's when the Jews
first came to this valley.

It wasn't just yesterday
or the day before.

Isn't your father's name Barak?

In Russia, he was Yakov Rabinski.

But when he came here, he took
the name of Deborah's general.

He called himself Barak Ben Canaan.

Barak, the son of
Canaan, and this

valley became a
Jewish land once again.

He can give you
the date every clump

of trees was planted
there, to the month.

Don't get excited.

We're not debating now.

I'll grant anything you say.

I just wanted you to
know that I'm a Jew.

This is my country.

I do know. I understand.

Sometimes it's not that easy.

It's the easiest
thing in the world, Ari.

All these differences between people
are made up.

People are the same,
no matter what they're called.

Don't ever believe it.

People are different.

They have a right to be different.
They like to be different.

It's no good pretending
the differences don't exist, they do.

They have to be
recognized and respected.

I recognize them. I respect them.

Don't you understand that you make
me feel like a Presbyterian...

when you can't, for just a minute
or two, forget that you're a Jew?

You're wrong, Ari.

There are no differences.

Ari, my boy.

Papa, this is Mrs. Fremont.

Shalom, Mr. Ben Canaan.

Welcome to Yad El, Mrs. Fremont.

If you'll excuse me, I
will tell your mother.

Mama!

- Mama, where are you?
- I'm here, Barak.

- Have you hurt yourself?
- No. Ari is home.

- Ari?
- He's downstairs! Wait a minute.

- He's got a girl with him.
- A girl?

- An American girl.
- How do you know she's American?

Sarah, I travel. I can
recognize national types.

- What is her name, Barak?
- Mrs. Fremont.

Mrs? So, where is her husband?

Why does she go
chasing after my Ari?

Whether she's
chasing him, I don't know.

If you ask me, "Is Ari chasing her?"
Frankly, that is a possibility.

For you maybe. Not for my Ari.
Better stop talking like a goat.

My Ari comes
home and there's not

a thing in the house
to eat, not a bite.

Hello! Rebecca.

Now, say "ah."

Yes?

- What a nice surprise.
- Tell my daughter, Jordana.

Of course.

No trouble at all.

There. You're all right.

Jordana, your brother Ari is at
Yad El, I just spoke to your papa.

Ari? Take this for me.

Now, young ladies and gentlemen...

can you give me a little style?

It's not fair keeping
David in Cyprus so long.

He could be doing something just as
important right here in Palestine.

That's exactly what he says.

But he tells me in his letter
that he may be gone another year.

I know Haganah would call him back,
if you would only use your influence.

Any girl that
falls in love with a.

Palestinian boy has
a long wait coming.

A nice piece of
strudel, Mrs. Fremont?

I couldn't.

Mrs. Fremont, you're
a very pretty girl,

but you could stand
a little weight on you.

Also your colour is not too good.

If it wasn't for me, David wouldn't
be in Cyprus working for Haganah.

He wanted to join the
Irgun. You know that.

I saw Uncle Akiva in Jerusalem.
He sends you his love.

You will not mention
that name in my house.

Father, he's all alone.

- He wants to forget what happened...
- To me, he is dead.

At this moment when
the very existence

of a free Israel
hangs by a thread...

before the UN, he presents us to
the world like a bunch of murderers!

- He has a right to do...
- He is dead!

I don't remember his name, I
don't remember his face, he is dead!

Barak.

I have to get to Gan Dafna, now.

That is if you are
ready, Mrs. Fremont?

- You should see it before dark.
- Sorry you have to leave so soon.

- Maybe I'll wrap your strudel.
- No, don't bother.

Goodbye, Mrs. Ben Canaan.
And thank you for the good food.

Bye. I hope you'll come back soon.

The next time
maybe a little hungrier.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Barak, you should be ashamed
of yourself, in front of a stranger.

And do you know something else?

I've been elected to the
Rooms Committee, Bungalow 12.

- Already?
- Yes.

You remember Edna,
the girl with freckles?

I think so.

She's helping me with Hebrew,
so I can catch up with the others.

Hebrew?

Yes. We have a
language of our own now.

And there's something else, too.
When you're 16, you join the Palmach.

They're soldiers, and
everybody joins, also girls.

I didn't show you
the statue of Dafna.

She was a young soldier.

The Arabs captured her and they

tortured her to find
out things from her.

But she wouldn't tell.

So they sent her back to Yad El
in a sack tied to the back of a mule.

They cut off her hands and her feet,
and they gouged out her eyes.

But she wouldn't tell them anything.

- She was very young.
- Seventeen.

She and Ari Ben Canaan were in love.

They grew up together. They
were sweethearts all their lives.

That's why Ari never got married.
They named the village after her.

And there's something else, too.

Dr. Lieberman knows my father.
I mean, he's read my father's books.

He knows who my father is.

That's wonderful.

- We have to go to supper now.
- I'm sorry, I couldn't eat a thing.

- I had too much at Yad El.
- Then I'll come back afterwards.

You're just going
to love it here, Kitty.

What's the matter?
You act like a stranger.

I feel like one.

I guess I'd feel
the same way, too,

if I suddenly found
myself in Indiana.

You just don't understand us yet.

Stop saying that. I can
understand just as well as you can.

I didn't come here to fight with you.
I have to get to Jerusalem.

I came to say goodbye.

Ari.

What?

I had an accident on the road today.

It wasn't your fault...

but I'm going to drive more carefully
from now on.

- You don't really mean that.
- I do.

You were right.

We are different.

I've been feeling the
difference all afternoon.

I feel...

outside.

The way your mother and father...

They were perfectly charming,
I don't mean that, but...

the way they looked at me,
the way your sister talks to me...

It doesn't make any sense
to discuss it, no sense at all.

If it doesn't make any sense
to discuss it, we'll just forget it.

If I get any word on the girl's
father, I'll let you know. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Hello.
- Hello. How have you been?

- Fine, thank you.
- Hello.

Karen, you do
understand that it's

been a long time
since you've seen him.

He may have changed so much,
you won't recognize him.

- I'll recognize him.
- Good.

- Doctor?
- Yes?

- Dr. Engel, Mrs. Fremont.
- Good day.

- And Karen.
- How do you do?

The young lady
understands, does she not?

Yes, we told her everything.

That's good. I'll just be a moment.

He's tired.

The King David Hotel.

Able Baker 2. Message. Over.

Able Baker 5.

Code word, "Nelson." Out.

The whole of the south wing...

of the King David Hotel
has been completely destroyed.

Eighty-three bodies have been

recovered so far, and
the search continues.

A 9:00 curfew has been
ordered for all Jews.

Stand by for further...

You have done a good job.

They were given three warnings,
and they laughed.

If they want their own people
slaughtered, we will oblige them.

Let's get you some food.

First I must wash up.

150 wounded British...

The fire is now under control.

The number of dead has risen to 91.

Hands up! You're under arrest!

Get up.

Sergeant, you take on the door.

You and you search the grounds.

You round the back.

You come with me.

You look in the cupboards.

You stay here.

We'll find him.

He can't have left the compound.

The Military Court of Jerusalem
has found Akiva Ben Canaan...

Benno Bronstein and Ludwig Zimmer...

guilty according to Section 58
of the emergency regulations of 1946.

They will be transported forthwith
to the military prison of Acre.

There, two weeks
from date of sentence,

they shall be hanged
by the neck until dead.

May God have mercy on your souls.

Get him ready, sir?

Akiva Ben Canaan. Visitor.

Communication centre.

You have? I'll take it down. Hold on.

Barak Ben Canaan.

God, don't let my brother die...

at the end of a British rope.

- Shalom.
- Shalom.

I thought you were on
Cyprus, David Ben Ami.

I've been called back.

You shouldn't have
brought them here, Yaov.

You not only risk our lives, the
Druze here in this village trust us.

There's danger not
only from the British,

the Arabs will
slaughter the village.

He insisted on talking to
you, and I have orders...

from Akiva that Ari Ben Canaan
may see us any time he wants to.

Well, you're here. What do you want?

The UN may vote on Partition
by the end of the month.

We listen to the radio also.

Half the leadership of Irgun
and 40 members of Haganah...

are rotting down
there in Acre prison.

Including Akiva, your uncle. So?

If Partition is voted, we'll need
every man to fight the Arabs.

Irgun, Haganah, what
difference does it make?

I spent 14 months in that prison.
I know every inch. I can show you...

That town is surrounded
by 10,000 British soldiers.

8, 400.1, 600 are pulling
out tomorrow for Jerusalem.

Acre isn't a prison, it's a fortress.

It hasn't been successfully attacked
since the Crusades.

He picks a place in
the middle of an Arab

city, surrounded
by the British Army...

and says to us, "Go fight."

Napoleon bombarded it for 61 days.

Napoleon didn't have 93 men inside.
You have.

What about the 400
Arabs in that prison?

We waste Irgun
blood to free Arabs?

If you turn 400
Arabs loose, they are

going to run in 400
different directions.

Each'll have a detachment
of British soldiers on his tail.

I will not listen. I do not trust
anybody from the Haganah.

If we can't trust
each other, there'll

be no Israel, even
if Partition is voted.

Akiva is Ben Canaan's own blood.
This is no trap.

How many Irgun
does your plan call for?

Twenty-six, divided into
four attack groups...

- and Dov Landau.
- What do you want with Dov Landau?

Akiva's execution is six days away.

We need a man inside Acre prison
by tomorrow night.

- Landau must surrender now.
- He'll be sentenced to death.

Akiva is your uncle. Why
don't you surrender?

Because Landau will be sentenced
within a few hours...

and sent to Acre. It'd take
weeks for me or anyone else.

It must be Landau.

If we can agree on a plan,
and if Dov is necessary...

and if we can find him,
I will give him the choice.

But I will not order him to do it.

Please, tell us what
you have in mind.

Stars are British command posts.

Numbers are outside detachments.
Letters are inside groups.

There is a Turkish bath house
that adjoins the south prison wall.

Hammam al-Pasha, I know it.

I'll take a man to
the first detachment.

You occupy the baths,
move to the roof...

and dynamite the prison wall here.

Inside groups will move against
the yard and the cell gates.

- With what?
- Anything we can smuggle in.

Dynamite, gunpowder, grenades.

Now, we move into
action simultaneously

from the outside
and from the inside.

Hey, Moshe!

Peretz Dresner.

Mrs. Peretz Dresner?

- Is everything in order?
- Okay, Chief.

Coberg.

Cohen.

Morris.

- Feuerstein.
- Here.

- Misra.
- Yes.

Bach.

Sorry. Bedtime.

All right, Bill.

Good boy. On time.

Stand back!

Everybody down. Flat.

Someone placed a
fuse. Come on, in here.

Come on, start climbing.

The present moment
stands at 15 dead...

with 251 prisoners
still at large,

including all of the
condemned terrorists.

A network of roadblocks has
been set up throughout Palestine...

while a house-to-house search
is now under way...

in Acre and neighbouring
Druze villages.

A 7:00 curfew has been
proclaimed for Jews.

Standby for further bulletins.

Get down.

Is Akiva hit?

We are both hit.

- Do you want me to slow down?
- No, you must go faster.

Get off the road.

Is the pain bad?

Mortal wounds give no pain.

I'm already occupied with dying.

Not for a long time, Uncle Akiva.

In this fatal optimism,
you are Haganah.

In methodology, you are Irgun.

But in the heart, you are Israel.

Kiss Barak for me.

We must get out of here
before they come back.

- Are you hurt badly?
- No, I'm all right.

Give me your handkerchief.

You head for Ein Or.
I can get to Gan Dafna from here.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure. Shalom.

A bulletin. 22 residents
of the Druze village of Isfiya...

have been arrested
for alleged complicity

in today's prison
revolt at Acre.

Stand by for further bulletins.

A bulletin.

The commandant of Acre Prison
has discovered evidence indicating...

that the surrender
of the notorious Dov Landau...

was part of the Irgun plot to

organize the uprising
from the inside.

Security police are reported
closing in on Landau...

along the southern
approaches to Haifa.

Stand by for further bulletins.

Quiet, please.

I have an announcement.

Arabs from across the border
have been infiltrating the valley...

for the last three or four nights.
There have been two ambushes.

From now on, no one will leave the
village area without permission.

Don't worry about Dov.

If anybody in this world
can give them the slip, he'll do it.

I know. They'll never catch him.

But I just keep thinking
how scared he must be right now.

- Dov?
- Why, yes. He gets so scared.

Why, inside, he's
just scared all the time.

You know, perhaps later on, we'll
be able to get Dov to America, too.

Kitty.

I cannot go to America with you.

I must stay here.

Mrs. Fremont.

Will you come to
the hospital right

away? It's an
emergency. Please, hurry.

A British search
party has just turned.

Yad El upside down.
Mother telephoned.

- They must be coming here next.
- We're almost finished.

We must get him out of here.

His right lung is punctured.

If he's moved, the
chances are 8 to 10 he'll

haemorrhage, and
that would mean death.

Of course, you're his sister,
Jordana. It's for you to decide.

No stranger has been here.

However, everything is open to you.
We are happy to accommodate.

Sir. Mr. Coats.

Quite an arsenal
they've got piled up here.

Pretty little collection.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong,
but you must lie still.

But I'm the only doctor they had.

You can't leave all these children
without a doctor.

Don't worry, children, I'll be back.

Dr. Lieberman's been arrested.

They found weapons in Gan Dafna.

Here's the adrenalin,
they have no plasma.

How is he?

I opened the wound. It's draining.

Will he live?

I don't know.

His temperature's 102.

If it keeps going down,
we may have the infection checked.

If not, it means it's
spreading and forming

pockets all through
the chest cavity.

When the Syrian Arabs murdered
my father in his own mosque...

Ari's father saved my
life and my heritage.

Ari and I used to live
together in Yad El.

We shared the same room.

To me, his house was life itself.

Now to think that...

my house may become his tomb.

I can't find his pulse.

Norway votes...

for Partition.

Pakistan...

against.

- Who cares?
- How is it now?

24 for Partition, 9
against, and 8 abstaining.

If we get over the next
4, I think we're in.

Republic of Panama...

for.

The Republic of Paraguay...

votes...

for Partition.

The Republic of Peru...

for.

The Philippine Republic votes...

for.

We've got two-thirds. I'm
going to announce it!

But we haven't
got the final vote yet.

What's the difference? We won!

The Polish People's Republic votes...

for.

Although the vote is not yet
complete, I can now tell you...

that in 5 months and 16 days
from this moment...

on May 15...

1948...

the British will leave
Palestine forever!

Please, don't make
a demonstration yet.

Because I've still to read this

statement from the
National Committee.

"The final vote of the
United Nations on the

question of the
Partition of Palestine..."

"Into an independent Jewish state
and an independent Arab state..."

"Is as follows:"

"33 for..."

"13 against, 10 abstentions."

We would wish the hour
of parting between us...

and England...

to be one of honour.

We must record that
in most instances...

British soldiers carried out the

unrelenting policy
of their government...

with tact and compassion.

There are many cases on record
of British soldiers and sailors...

risking their lives
to save Jewish refugees.

And to the Arab
population of Jewish

Palestine, we make
the following appeal:

The Grand Mufti
has asked you either

to annihilate the
Jewish population...

or to abandon your
homes and your lands...

and to seek the weary path of exile.

We implore you...

remain in your homes...

and in your shops...

and we shall work
together as equals...

in the free state of Israel!

What's wrong?

You've won your
freedom. I've lost mine.

We never had freedom, you or I.

All our lives we've
been under British rule.

We'll be equal in the
free state of Israel.

The resolution guarantees it.

Guarantees are one thing,
reality's another.

They've made my lands and
village part of Israel...

These are still your lands.
They always will be.

I'm a minority.

We've always been friends
in this valley, Taha.

Minority, majority,
we've proved it makes no difference.

If it makes no difference,
why have you fought so hard?

Because we had hundreds of thousands
of people with no other place to go.

- Where shall my people go?
- Why should they go anywhere?

This is their home as well as ours.

Don't you see?
We have to prove to

the world that we
can get along together.

If we don't, then
the British are right,

we cannot govern
ourselves without them.

Excuse me.

All our lives we've understood
each other and loved each other.

Now, when it means everything,
I can't reach him.

You'll make him understand, Ari.
I know you will.

You know, you're wonderful.

I look at you...

and I ask myself,
what are you doing here

in the middle of
somebody else's fight?

You should go back to America.
You've had your civil war.

I'm going to stay.

I'm going to stay as
long as you'll have me.

I love you, Kitty.

My father gave them the land
upon which Gan Dafna stands.

My children go to
school at Gan Dafna.

I am the mukhtar of this village
and will not attack.

We know you are the mukhtar.

Understand the Grand Mufti
has publicly committed himself...

and every Arab man,
woman and child to die...

rather than accept the
partitioning of Palestine.

His Holiness does
not recognize the

decision of a few
elderly gentlemen...

at Flushing Meadows, who call
themselves the United Nations.

As you are a Moslem,
you cannot recognize it either.

What does this have
to do with attacking?

Gan Dafna commands
the Jezreel valley.

The Mufti must pass through
this valley on his way to Safed.

He's made Safed his provisional

capital until the last
Jew is exterminated.

There are 650,000
Jews in Palestine.

Temporarily.

The Grand Mufti was our
guest in Berlin during the war.

Since I and my group of friends
are now his guests...

we have placed our experience in

handling Jews
entirely at his disposal.

I have 80 Arab storm
troopers in my command.

You will supply 300 men
by tomorrow at midnight to join them.

We will give you the arms.

My people are shepherds and farmers,
not fighters.

The 80 men of whom I spoke
were trained by myself, personally.

They will see that your
villagers fight like lions.

I'm leaving three of my officers
and six of my men behind...

to assist you in gathering
your forces together.

My village is just as well situated
to control the valley as Gan Dafna.

Must we slaughter defenceless
children for what we don't need?

We've chosen Gan Dafna
because we want a quick victory.

I'm not going to take chances.

Well, you must now excuse me.

I have to deliver a
message from the Mufti

to the British
commander at Fort Esther.

I'm travelling under a flag of truce.
I shall return later.

We'll be your guests tonight.

I understand you have other
guests in the house.

- A Jewish couple.
- The woman is an American.

See to it that they are here when
I return. I wish to interrogate them.

Personally.

Ari, you must
leave here right away.

Why?

Don't ask why. Leave.
Don't let anyone see you.

- Go through the olive grove.
- What happened?

You must evacuate Gan Dafna
by midnight tomorrow.

- I don't understand.
- Don't ask questions, just do it.

If the children
aren't out of this

valley, they will be
butchered like sheep.

If the Mufti's men
are in the house or

if they're attacking
Gan Dafna, tell me.

Haven't I told you enough already?

Do you want me to dishonour
myself completely?

Goodbye.

They're the same gangsters
who murdered your father.

- You can't get involved with them.
- Ari, I know what I'm doing.

We grew up as brothers.

If there's trouble with the Mufti,
let's face it together, as always.

I'll get word to the Palmach.

We'll defend Abu Yesha and Gan Dafna
instead of surrendering them.

I cannot do it.

Today, more than ever before,
I realize that I'm a Moslem.

I cannot go against my own people.
I cannot kill another Arab.

If you were ever my friend,
prove it now by leaving this house.

May Allah watch over you
all the days of your life.

- Who goes?
- Dov Landau.

I knew they wouldn't catch you.

- Who's in charge?
- Jordana Ben Canaan.

Only, she isn't here now.

She went to Fort Esther to try
to make them give our guns back.

Have you got
headquarters set up here?

In the dining hall.

Don't hold a Molotov like that.
Here, hold it like this.

We've less than 100 heavy
machine guns in the country.

Most of our ammunition
isn't accurate beyond 100 yards.

Now, the Palmach have
about 6,000 other arms...

and the Irgun, another 1, 500.

- From now on, we work together.
- Something coming through.

Haganah Safed calling.

"We've had an Arab uprising
in progress since sundown."

"We have 40 rifles..."

"42 homemade Stens..."

"One machine
gun and one mortar..."

"Plus handmade grenades."

"We still hold the
centre of the city..."

"But we're heavily outnumbered."

- Ari, how are you?
- I'm fine.

- How many guns have you got?
- Eight.

And about 180 Molotovs.
The British confiscated the rest.

I know. I heard.

Jordana went to Fort Esther
to try to get them back.

There's a detachment of
Palmachs on the way.

But the Jerusalem road has been cut
in a dozen places.

I sneaked ahead to let you know.

The order is for
every kibbutz and

moshav and village
to fight to the end.

Nothing's to be surrendered.

- Is the transmitter working?
- Yes.

Then send this:

"Gan Dafna expects an attack in force
by tomorrow night."

"If the Palmach is on the
way, tell them to hurry."

"We have 300 children
here and eight guns."

That's all.

Keep on sending that.

The commander refuses
to return our weapons.

He said it would
only provoke violence.

And he won't interfere in local

problems, except to
punish troublemakers.

I suppose that means us,
if we try to defend ourselves.

They must know that the whole
border's alive with armed Arabs.

I think the Mufti's men have
taken over Abu Yesha.

Taha warned us to evacuate here
before midnight tomorrow.

How many children do
we have here under 13?

About 150.

We'll have to get them
to Beth Amal tonight...

and secretly, so the
Arabs don't know.

We'll go around the valley
instead of through it.

That's near the border,
but we must risk it.

We'll go through Ein Or and
down the other side of Mount Tabor.

You can't go down the other side of
Tabor in daytime, much less at night.

You'll kill half of them.

I'd rather lose half of them there
than all of them here.

With luck we'll be back by sunrise.

That means the older children
must handle things until we get back.

- What if they attack tonight?
- That's a risk we'll have to take.

Dov, you organize outside the fence.
Jordana, you take the inner area.

Make it look as though
we've got 1,000 people here.

Let's get to work.

Get dressed. Hurry up.

Get up, get dressed.
Report to the dining hall.

Will you help me?

I want you to stay here. If anything
happens, they'll need a nurse.

Have you forgotten every
15-year-old girl in Gan Dafna...

is a nurse, and a good one?

Stay here, anyway.
I don't want you mixed up in this.

Either I'm with you,
or I'm not with you.

This is your choice, and this
is the time to make it, right now.

All right, you come along, then.
That's a Haganah order.

Now...

I want you to walk two by two,

holding hands so
that nobody gets lost.

We're going very close to the border.
So from when we leave...

until the time we get to Beth Amal,
nobody says a word.

Nobody coughs, nobody sneezes,
nobody cries, nobody even whispers.

Do you understand?

- Will you promise?
- We will.

- No, say it.
- We promise.

- Not one word.
- Not one word.

Mr. Ben Ami, how
many men did you bring?

Only two to a truck, but from
the outside it looks like an army.

Where is Jordana?

David! I'm so glad to see you.

- Halt! Stay where you are.
- It's me, Dov.

Watch out.

- What are you doing out here?
- Sixty Palmachniks just came.

- I know, I heard the trucks.
- So you can come back now.

No, I don't go back until somebody
relieves me of this position.

Stay down.

There are Arabs out there.

Ari said they won't attack
until tomorrow night.

I killed one about three hours ago.

Down there.

Dov...

you have a beautiful name.

Sometimes I whisper it to myself.

- You'd better go back.
- When you do.

I'm 15 years old now.

I'm not little anymore.

You shouldn't have
come here in the first place.

But, Dov, you're always fighting.

And you're always in a place
where you might be killed.

If anything should happen to you

before I told you
how much I love you...

I just wouldn't want to live anymore.

Please, love me.

I'm not afraid. Honest, I'm not.

When things are all over,
I'm going to marry you.

You'll be Mrs. Dov Landau.

You're going to have respect.

They will tip their
hats when you go by.

And I will smile.

I told you to go
back twice already.

Dov!

From now on, you do what I say.
You understand?

Now, keep down.

Be careful. Take
cover wherever you can.

Shalom, Dov. I've
come to relieve you.

- Is Ari back?
- Yes.

He got the children
safely to Beth Amal.

It's been very quiet the
last few hours. Shalom.

Shalom.

We are going to attack Abu Yesha
before they move.

Good. We'll never be stronger
than we are right now.

- Have you seen Karen?
- I sent them all to bed hours ago.

- What's my assignment?
- Patrol Gan Dafna while we move out.

Let's be sure they don't surprise us
while we surprise them.

David will jump them from behind...

and my group will attack
directly through the olive grove.

David, you'd better take Jordana
with you, she knows the village.

Nothing seems to
be moving over there.

The muezzin hasn't called
for the morning prayers, either.

Cover us.

Somebody come and
help me cut him down.

What's the matter?

This is Taha...

mukhtar of Abu Yesha.

And this is Karen...

Secretary of the Rooms Committee,
Bungalow 12, Gan Dafna.

We have no kadi...

to pray for Taha's soul.

And we have no rabbi...

to pray over Karen.

Taha should have lived a long life...

surrounded by his
people and his sons.

And death should have come to him...

as an old friend...

offering the gift of sleep.

It came, instead, as a maniac.

And Karen, who loved her life...

and who lived it as purely as a
flame, why did God forget her?

Why did she have to stumble
onto death so young?

And all alone?

And in the dark?

We of all people...

should no longer be surprised
when death reaches out to us.

With the world's insanity
and our own slaughtered millions...

we should be used
to senseless killing.

But I am not used to it.
I cannot and will not get used to it.

I look at these two people,
and I want to howl like a dog.

I want to shout "murder"...

so that the whole world will hear it
and never forget it.

It's right that these two people

should lie side by
side in this grave...

because they will share it in peace.

But the dead always share
the earth in peace.

And that's not enough. It's
time for the living to have a turn.

A few miles from here,
people are fighting and dying...

and we must join them. But I swear...

on the bodies of these two people...

that the day will come
when Arab and Jew will share...

in a peaceful life...

this land that they have
always shared in death.

Taha, old friend...

and very dear brother.

Karen...

child of light...

daughter of Israel...

Shalom.