Cast a Giant Shadow Page #4

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You're going to get yourself killed|someday sticking your neck out.

I can hardly wait.

Thank you, General.

You sure this passport's okay?

It must be. You're the|fourth one to use it.

- Mr. Michael Stone?|- Yes, sir.

For what purpose|are you entering Palestine?

Pleasure.

This is hardly a pleasant country just now.|You've chosen an odd time.

Some of us have odd pleasures.

Where will you be staying?

Tel Aviv...

...with relatives.

Somebody's supposed to be|meeting me here.

- Indeed?|- Michael!

Mike, it's so good to see you after so long.

I'm sorry. I'm very late. How are you?

How do I look?

Tired, like you've been making|love to all the girls in America.

It's good to be back.

Welcome to the promised land,|Col. Marcus.

Thank you.

If he knew, why didn't he stop me?

Some of the British are angels,|the rest are bastards.

You were lucky. Probably he's with us.

Is that a bus or a tank?

A little bit of each.

- Shalom, Yaakov.|- Shalom, Magda.

By the way, what's your name?

- Magda Simon.|- Magda.

You'll live at our apartment. It's|better if the British ask questions.

From now on, I'm your sister.

That's nice. What's the attitude|on incest in this country?

Very biblical.

Especially since I'm also married.|My husband is an officer in the Palmach...

...but you can try if you wish.

It makes life interesting.

- Shalom, Magda.|- Shalom, Rona.

Here.

This, there.

What'd she say?

Never mind. You wouldn't do it anyway.

Rona! Rona!

She's hit.

Give me a bandage.

I wrote the book on this gun, and I|don't like girls fighting my wars for me.

She's not fighting for you.|It isn't your war.

Why do you turn everything|into a meeting?

Look, I'm sorry.

You don't understand a word|I'm saying, but I'm sorry.

Go to hell!

- David, why do you people take this?|- What do you mean?

Send out some men|and wipe out that town!

- Battles aren't won from inside a bus.|- The British are still in control.

We're not even supposed to have|these guns. It's punishable by death.

Then at least die standing up.

Sometimes we do.

In the Negev, Egyptian|tanks, armor and artillery...

...are ready to roll across the|border against us. Number unknown.

In Jerusalem,|4,000 of the Grand Mufti's men...

...already brought the city under fire.

They're trying to close the road|that connects it with Tel Aviv.

Our convoys are being ambushed,|with terrible losses.

Somewhere in Jordan...

...the Arab Legion:|British-armed, British-officered.

The best-equipped|force in the Middle East...

...apart from my wife's family.

Since the United Nations|voted for partition...

...the British are leaving, slowly...

...turning over their fortified positions|to all the Arabs in this country...

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