Last Dance Page #3

they kill my people.

Innocent... people.

Innocent people.

You were in

a concentration camp.

I was the only one

of my family to survive.

So you know what it is to hate.

If you could, you would have

killed them, wouldn't you?

The Nazis.

The ones who killed your family.

You would.

What I know is...

...that your mother

would not want you to do this.

My mother would be proud.

- Oh, no. I am a mother...

- You are not MY mother.

Those who die

soldiers of the Prophet

live with him in paradise.

It is our way. Our mothers

would be proud of that.

Mothers don't make wars.

If this world

was run by mothers,

there would be more sons.

Are you not proud of him?

Well, of course I am.

Then tell me how he died.

Tell me.

You're so proud.

Tell me how he died.

Tell me.

My son died a soldier.

An Israeli soldier.

He died killing...

...my people.

Does that make him

a better man than me?

I'm helping these officers,

Mrs Lippmann.

Thank you, Mr Nathan.

You can go now.

Sorry to trouble you, madam...

This is Mrs Lippmann.

She is a good woman.

Upset, of course, by these very

terrible events, as we all are.

- I mean, isn't that right...

- Thank you, sir.

You can go now.

Oh, anything else I can help,

you know where I live.

We'll talk later, Mrs Lippmann.

Now, madam, you're aware

of what happened yesterday?

Yes, of course.

We just need to ask you

a few questions.

What... what sort of questions?

It is Mrs Lippmann, isn't it?

- Ja.

- Do you mind if we come inside?

Oh, no. I'm sorry. That's not

convenient at the moment.

Madam, I must insist.

This is about the terrorist attack.

No! How dare you?

You've no right to come in here.

It's just that everything's

such a mess, you know?

Have a seat, Mrs Lippmann.

This will only take a moment.

Have you seen this man?

Oh. Um...

No. No. I've never seen him.

What are you doing?

Aren't you supposed to have

a search warrant to do this?

You said you wanted to help,

Mrs Lippmann.

Excuse me.

This is my bathroom.

What you expect to find

in an old woman's bathroom?

I was making myself some coffee.

Would you like some?

Thanks, but no.

If you do see anything

suspicious, anything at all,

please call this number.

And we advise you not to

open your door to any strangers.

Have a good day, Mrs Lippmann.

They've gone.

You can come out now.

When I was eight years old...

...I was playing in the street

with my friends.

It was just after

I'd eaten at home.

I remember my mother

telling my baby sister, Lina...

...not to rub her eyes

with her hands.

They were itchy.

"They won't get better if you

keep touching them," she said.

My mother smiled.

When I was outside

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