Okay, so...
-Hi. -Hi.
-Here next to me is the extraordinary talented
Omar from...
' Qalqilya_ -Huh?
' Qalqilya.
-West Bank.
And I am Shira.
-Shira Halevi, most beautiful girl in the world.
-From Tel Aviv.
-Don't worry. I am good.
I don't come home, because I love her.
-Yes, we love each other. And love makes you strong.
Hate makes you weak.
Ancl maybe there are better time than this,
but we want it now.
Dad, don't be afraid. I have to do this. Don't be angry.
-Bye!
Holger, two of the kids are missing.
Just stand still.
Please.
What did he say?
-You need to know better than me.
Probably hands up.
Nothing will happen to you. You can just come to the car.
-I count to zero, and we run.
Three...
Two...
One! Go!
Ms. de Fries, you've come all this way for nothing.
I don't conduct anymore.
I retired.
You are a professor.
You work with students.
I want to put together an orchestra with you.
Young musicians from Israel and Palestine.
They should make music together?
-Are you joking? -Your name will bring them together.
For one concert.
Foundation for Effective Altruism.
A-ha. Is that you?
New peace negotiations between Israel and the Palestinians
are planned in South Tyrol, and we organise the fringe events.
It's uncler the patronage of the EU, who commissioned us.
South Tyrol of all places.
Politics.
-I don't get involved with that. -It's culture.
The concert should lead to the founding of a music school in the West Bank.
-The first of its kind. -So you're a do-gooder?
My foundation provides aid according to rational criteria.
Not emotional ones.
I donate to the Red Cross.
If given the choice, would you rather save 100 children or their mothers?
The children.
An easy decision if you knew my mother.
You see, Dohnényi, Blomstedt, Mehta, they all work in Tel Aviv.
You're better off with them, believe me.
-But I'm asking you. -Me?
In Israel?
With my family history?
100 then?
Fine, I'll get them for you.
Your 100 will draw so much attention, I'll generate thousands after them.
-We're the good capitalists. -You think money can save the world?
I believe we should work with money. Not against it.
$0?
Watch out, teargas!
-Layla? What are you doing there? -Making breakfast.
In the middle of the night?
Don't wake up Mum. I want to be at the checkpoint early.
Are you going to that audition after all?
Dad, I have to be in Tel Aviv on time.
It's still early. There's plenty of time.
I want to be the first one there.
-Layla, darling. Think about it. -I did. I don't care what Mum says.
Here, so you don't faint in the queue.
Put the bottle in a plastic bag. They might think the violin is a weapon.
It is a weapon.
Who raised you like this?
-My clear. -I love you too.
To all the women and girls in town.
The wife of Marwan Salameh invites you to her daughter Saida's betrothal.
Tomorrow evening at seven thirty in the house of her brother Mahmoud Atran.
Everyone is invited.
Three Brothers with Omar will play for the clance.
Fadi says I'm a traitor.
Fadi isn't the one teaching you clarinet, is he?
You will become a musician.
But you don't want to play at weddings for the rest of your life.
Sporck, that's Porsche. If you want to learn something, go to him.
Who cares if there are Jews too?
To all the women and girls in town.
The wife of Marwan Salameh invites you to her daughter Saida's betrothal.
Okay. You two can go.
Come.
-Where to? -Tel Aviv.
What do you want to do there?
I have a licence for an audition.
Slowly, slowly.
-Slowly. I don't understand you.
What you got in there?
A what?
-Violin.
-A violin?
What you need it for?
-Read in the payment and-
-You getting smart now?
-No, I'm not getting smart,
but read and you'll understand.
-You are not to tell me what I'm to do!
-Got it? -I'm not telling you
what to do, but--Got it?
Now come with me.
Udi? I'll be up the hill.
-I have a payment!
Come on.
Please, come on.
-Put all your things on the table.
Go there, stand back.
Stand back!
Back.
Good.
-Please, it's important. I have to-
I don't have time.
Please, read the payment. Please.
-You'll stay here as long as I think it's necessary!
Understood?
-Yes.
-Much better.
IDs?
Here you go.
-Is he your son? -Yes, it says in his ID card.
-Destination? -Tel Aviv.
-He has an audition with Sporck. -Where in Tel Aviv?
Tel Aviv, the auditorium. He has to play there.
-Show him. -Down there.
Give it to me.
Yes, yes, I see it.
One problem: This is only for him. Only he can pass.
But he doesn't know the way. He's never been there.
-That's how it is. -I'll bring him and come back.
-Good luck. -He's afraid, don't you see that?
-I'll show you my ID card. -No, I don't need it. Thanks.
-Just to the exit. -That's how it is.
-I'll come right back. -My hands are tied.
-Okay, neither of you can pass. -Okay, okay.
-No, no! Go back! -Okay, okay.
Go. There's no other way. Go.
Dad...
-G0 on. -Where are you going?
-Okay, okay, it's alright. -How do I get there?
Dad, how will I get there?
Close your eyes and say "Al-hamdu lil-lah".
Omar? Going to the auditorium?
-How do you know? -Come with me. Quick.
Fucking Jews.
Come on.
-Are we still on time?
-Yes, yes, yes.
_ Qkay.
Give me your papers. Quick.
Go on.
Go and warm up. Go on, warm up.
-Which instruments?
-Violin.
Ancl he's playing clarinet.
Wow. Look.
It's Ron Kaminer.
Isn't he hot?
Sure.
Shit. Ifl don't get to join now, I'll kill myself.
-Come on, let's warm up. -Already?
You could at least pretend to care. I'm joining the others.
-(HEBR) What are you staring at? -(ARB) What?
(HEBR) What?
-I never see before.
What is it?
-Oh.
French horn.
-Your parent give you?
-N0.
It was the only thing left
when I needed to join the orchestra.
And it's good for left-handers.
-You...
Play that?
-That's what we're here for.
-No, sorry.
You play now?
-Yeah.
But I'm not really good.
-Yes, me too.
Can I hear?
-Yeah.
So, who will begin?
Well, you're the altruist.
-Thank you.
Hello, everybody!
-Hello.
-And good clay.
Thank you all for coming.
My name is Karla de Fries,
and I'm responsible for all of this here.
For many of you, it was a short ride
on the bus or your bicycle.
Others needed a lot of courage to make the way here,
like traveling to another country.
-Hey!
Don't talk politics.
We're here for the music.
-Yeah, it's...
It's unimportant how many courage you needed t0 get here.
This goes for the Israelis too, because...
the wind is blowing in your face here.
I am Eduard Sporck...
and who auditions for me has a lot of courage.
Karla, with her cool brain, with her cool head,
she is selling shares at the Bellagio Frankfurt,
but her heart beats for this project.
Whatever bothers you, whatever you have to ask,
whatever you need, go to her.
She is the good fairy.
Ancl this should make clear who I am.
So, okay.
Now, let's just start with the auditions.
Let's make music.
Oh, yes, thank you.
You play pretty good.
Thank you, maestro.
Ah, you understand me?
I have family in Germany.
-Hassan Bakri?
What's your name?
-Basil.
-It was quite good, thank you.
-Thank you.
-You are with us.
Congratulations, Hassan. Thank you.
-Thank you.
We need you.
-Thanks. -Thank you.
-Yeah.
It was pretty good.
-Thank you.
You are in.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Listen, Shira.
I give you a piece to practice, ancl we decide tomorrow.
You are with us.
-Thank you!
-Layla Hummus?
-Thank you.
That was good.
So, yes, you are in.
_ Qkay.
Sorry, can I start again?
I'm so nervous.
-No, young lady. I'm sorry.
_ NC) ' no! nQ I l3lea _ No! SE!
Just let me finish for a second,
I can do it really well.
-You also can't play again during the concert.
I'm sorry. Next, please.
-Please, listen. I can do it really well.
Let me finish it, okay?
-I am so sorry, young lady.
Next, please!
-Why you talk like this? Asshole.
-Thank you.
Come forward, please.
Omar! Come on!
Hello.
What's your name?
-Omar. -Omar.
What was that, what you just played?
-This is a...
I wrote this.
-Shh!
-You did it all yourself?
You composed it?
Yes. It was nice.
So...
did you have any clarinet lessons?
-Yes. My father give me.
-Do you know the Mozart "Concerto"? Can you read music?
-Yes, I can read music.
And, first question, no. I don't know Mozart "Concerto."
-Sit down beside the lady with the horn.
I give you a piece to practice,
ancl we decide to tomorrow, huh?
_ Qkay.
-Shira? Come on, let's go. -What? Why?
-Shh, Shh, Shh, Shh!
He's an asshole.
-But I got accepted. -Shira, you're coming.
-Just a second! -What's that?
Are we in the bars?
-Now, you be quiet! I go!
-G0 out and shut the door!
Shut up!
-Excuse me. Start again, please.
I'm sorry. That's not enough, no.
No.
Okay. You are with us.
Yes.
-Thank you.
Thank you. You are in.
Yeah. Thank you, thank you.
Thank you!
Thank you, come forward.
Come down. You are with us.
-Thank you, maestro.
What's your name?
-My name is Jonathan.
Jonathan. Oh yeah, the last one.
All right.
How are your friends at the security services?
Friends? If it were up to them there wouldn't be a concert.
-What's the problem? -The security situation.
The fanatics are getting nervous.
The rules of conduct for the orchestra. And for us.
We have to be brave now.
You have to be brave. We hardly have any Palestinians in the orchestra.
They're just not good enough. I had to weed out many.
Wait a minute. We said they'd be equally represented.
In a blind audition, musical skills are all that counts.
A blind audition? That was never part of the deal.
That's how I work.
That's how all big orchestras work.
Ancl that's what we'll be.
A great orchestra.
Maestro? Excuse me.
-Ah, yes? -I don't mean to interrupt.
You play well, my friend.
-I hope you'll come back. -Of course.
And, if you need more good musicians...
May I make a suggestion?
I noticed it might be difficult with the Arabs.
They're not very good.
This project is about spirit. We want to send a clear signal.
I have a chamber ensemble in Florentin.
Some of them even look like Arabs.
Young man, that is not the intention of the event.
Is the intention making bad music?
Thank you for your suggestion.
But... we'll solve it.
It was just an idea.
Maybe I'll listen to your ensemble.
Okay. Thank you.
Israelis who look like Arabs?
That's not going to happen.
We need a different approach.
Bring me more Arabs who can do better.
Read the dossier.
I did it! I did it, Dad!
-I can play with Sporck! -Bravo, clear.
-Omar made it too, Sallah. -Omar too? Congratulations!
He's Porsche, Halima! Do you hear? Porsche!
And who do we owe it to? Your daughter. This woman!
What's wrong? What happened?
They stormed Mahmud Atran's house. They destroyed everything.
That's where we're playing at the betrothal tomorrow.
All you think about is the party.
-You should pray instead. -Did anyone get hurt?
They took Mahmud. Everything in the house is destroyed.
God will help them.
I'll drive over there right away.
-Tomorrow morning at five? -What, tomorrow?
I need you here. Your brothers and sisters need you.
Leave it, Halima.
Go. I'll sort this out.
And how long? How long are you supposed to go?
The concert is in three weeks. After that, I'll do whatever you want.
-You could at least be happy. -HaPPY?
They come here with tanks and she plays violin with them.
Ancl you just sit here and watch.
What would you prefer? That she plays violin?
Or that she ends up in prison, like her brother?
-What are you doing here so early already?
-I wanted to be the first.
I have to become better.
-If you practice too much,
you'll get cramps in your bow arm.
-I have it already.
-Cramps in the bow arm?
-Yes.
-During the attache?
-Yes.
-Oh.
Let me see.
D0 again.
Maybe there's too much tension in your shoulder.
Make one bow from the frog to the tip on the open E.
And, listen, elbow leads the way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Shoulder down.
Ancl here, elbow leads the way.
Up.
Yeah. Now G string.
It's not a rifle.
It's part of your body. So, again.
Feels better, doesn't it?
-Yes.
-So, can you show this to your strings?
Hey Maestro!
These are my friends, Benny...
Say hello.
-Ah, hello.
I thought I would bring some real musicians
so we can finally start.
Uh-huh.
What do they play?
At winds we have a clarinet, oboe and horns.
-Bassoon? -Yes.
We recently played Dvorak,
"Serenade Op. 44" if you would like to hear.
-Yes, sure. I'd like to hear.
Okay, get on the stage and start warming up.
-Maestro.
-Mrs. De Fries, this is not fair!
Why we had to do blind audition,
and the Jews just walk in here so easy?
Is this respect?
-Layla, what's the matter?
-What's the matter?
Ask him!
Ask--Give me a second.
-What's the matter, then?
-Why do we have to go through
such a strict selection process,
and he can brings all Tel Aviv here inside so easy?
-No, nQ, HO, n0.
They have to audition as well.
Ancl they are good.
Listen.
-Because they have enough elbow, huh?
Ancl my people are stuck at the checkpoint,
and we miss the audition, and he knows that!
-I thought they had a special permit? -I thought so too.
She's right.
We knew we'd find different standards on both sides.
We can't turn the orchestra into an Israeli event.
This isn't about quality, but about who I can actually work with.
We're wasting our time.
I...
How many musicians do we have now?
A little over 20, including those that are still missing.
Then let's do it with them.
A chamber orchestra.
I'll change the programme and we can get to work.
Let me call the security services first.
-Why aren't you practicing?
I gave you a piece.
-The boy with the clarinet didn't show up.
-You can practice alone til then.
-And if he doesn't show up?
Why?
-Maybe you scared him.
-If you want to participate here,
you have to practice every clay, six hours.
-Six hours?
-Yeah, six hours.
If you practice five, you'll notice it yourself.
If you practice four, I'll notice.
And if you practice less...
everyone else will notice.
So, how do you like my octet?
-Oh yeah...
They are pretty good musicians.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
-Yeah.
But now we have to talk about
the position of concertmaster.
I need a good violinist...
who keeps calm in difficult situations
and has the musicians on their side.
So, I decide I choose...
Layla.
-Excuse me?
Why?
-I have my reasons.
-You have your reasons?
Congratulations, Layla.
You really deserve it!
" But why?
-Why?
You see this was the right decision. He run away.
-But Ron is much better than me.
-As a violinist, maybe.
But I trust in you.
-Many musicians are his students. They will hate me.
-You hate each other anyway.
So...
make an effort.
You can do that.
I'm sure.
And now, prepare the rehearsal.
-Okay. Thank you.
Grab it, Layla.
Grab it.
_ Qkay.
Quiet, please.
We gonna start now the rehearsal.
-Where is Ron?
-What?
-Where is Ron?
-I don't know.
-So, we can wait for him, huh?
-We cannot wait.
Maestro said we have to start with the first rehearsal.
-We are not starting without Ron!
-So we have to start with Brahms.
-Nobody's asking you what to do!
" Quiet!
Quiet, please.
"Hungarian Dance No. 5,"
so please sit down and take out your instrument.
Now here, okay.
-Shalom! -Shalom!
-Okay, now everyone is happy.
-Salem, Layla.
Did you miss me?
-So much.
Look, here is free.
-Move.
MY place.
-Are you kidding?
Move please!
-Thank you.
Okay.
-What's wrong with you? -So now we're gonna start
with Brahms "Hungarian Dance No. 5," okay?
-Excuse me, Layla.
What, I did not understand what you just said.
-You understand me! I speak English, okay?
Quiet, please! Please!
Quiet!
-Speak up, Layla! -The Maestro wants to have-
-Layla, speak UP!
You wanted to lead an orchestra!
-The maestro wants to have a soft sound.
Be quiet!
We're making a concert about peace, okay?
-About what?
-Sit down, Ron, please.
Sit down. Let's start.
Sit down!
Sit down! No!
Stop.
-Make me sit down. -Sit down, Ron.
-Make me sit down.
Sit down!
Sit down! What is your problem?
-Make me!
Make me sit down!
(HEBR) No peace with the Arabs!
(ARB) Zionists out! Palestine for the Arabs!
This is useless.
Not with all the will in the world.
-(HEBR) Jerusalem! Jerusalem! -(ARB) Al-Quds! Al-Quds!
So, what did you decide?
Omar was picked, so I will let him go.
Do you really want to send Omar abroad? At his age?
Here's how I see it, Halima:
Anywhere in the world is safer than here.
-Especially where Porsche goes. -Porsche?
Maestro Sporck.
-Besides, they pay for everything. -How long will he be away for?
First you said, just for the concert.
-Now they have to practice for weeks. -Not for weeks, Mum.
It just didn't work in Tel Aviv.
-You should've seen what happened. -I want to go anyway.
Why would they hate you any less there?
Because there are mountains there?
Listen. They will hate you wherever you are.
-The Maestro says so. -"The Maestro says so!"
Layla, I would like to let you go.
-But what will people say? -Let them talk.
She is becoming a musician. What's wrong with that?
Please.
Dad will only let me go if Layla comes too.
We're going to fly!
I'll tell you what's wrong with that.
Layla is 24 and not married.
All she ever thinks about is music, music, music.
There isn't even a man in sight.
Mum, I want more than that.
-I'll never get this chance again. -You have your duties here.
-Mum, I'll be back in three weeks! -Ancl afterwards?
Be honest, Layla. It has to go on from there.
What else is the point?
Respect!
So they won't storm our house and drag you out of bed.
What does this have to do with it?
Because your daughter will be somebody after playing with Porsche.
Traitor! That's what people will think.
Ancl then other people will storm our house.
Porsche. Sporck. Maestro. They're all mad!
Layla?
She's afraid. I'll see what I can do.
Will you look after Omar in Austria?
Italy. Of course I will.
Sweetie, I'm sorry I was shitty to you. I mean it.
No, it's okay.
It's just that I really wanted to go and you didn't care.
Now you're going and I'm not.
Yes, I'm sorry too.
It's okay.
Don't forget me, sweetie.
No. I'll write every clay and send you photos.
It'll feel like you're there with me in Austria.
-Italy, baby. -N0. Italy's on the sea.
-We're going to the mountains. -Oh, really?
The one on the left is the Langkofel.
And the one on the right the Plattkofel.
Both over 3,000 metres.
You grew up here, that's why you know the area.
I read up on you.
-I know quite a lot about you. -Really?
Like for example?
That your parents hid here for a few years after World War II.
Yes, the farmers here did good business with the Nazis.
First they hid them, and then...
they smuggled them down the ratline to Italy.
They wanted to get to Genoa?
Ancl from there to South America, yes.
Many top Nazis made it there.
Barbie, Eichmann, Mengele.
-Your parents didn't make it. -No.
They did not.
You can breathe here. Pity I have to travel on.
-How long will you need in Brussels? -That depends on our sponsors.
I'll be back for the dress rehearsal at the latest.
Well, we still have a long way to go until then.
The sun and the mountains will lift the mood.
If they get along individually, the group will grow together too.
Good air won't be enough, Karla.
They have to learn to work together instead of fight each other.
I'm sure I'll have to take a couple of detours to get there.
-Bye. -Bye!
' No!
-Oops.
-Sorry, I...
have to dress..
-Yeah, go on.
It's nice, huh? Our rehearsals outfit.
' WhV they give this?
-So nobody sees the difference between us.
-Look bad?
Thank you.
I...
want to show this to my parent, but...
How you call this?
-Connection?
-Yes.
My phone connection don't work here.
-Don't you have any prepaid euro card?
-No. What is it?
-Okay. You can use mine.
Skype works. Do you have this at home?
You can give it back at lunch. Say hi to mommy.
-Thank you.
Why you help me?
-You're sweet.
-Layla.
Please.
Ron.
Please, come here.
Apartheid here as well is not getting us any further.
-Well, we from Tel Aviv, we all know each other,
but unfortunately, we don't speak Arabic.
-You knew what you were getting into.
A couple of things went quite well,
but you are endangering everything
if you don't give it your all.
-Your all? Really?
We are risking our lives to be here.
We risk every clay our life at the checkpoint!
-Excuse me, why do we need the checkpoints?
Because of the suicide bombs-
-Unarmed against tanks.
-We are not in Tel Aviv!
If you want to make it to the concert,
I need your cooperation.
-I've been cooperating for the-
-And your willingness to take risks.
-What will risk more? -Taking to her is a risk
form the very start!
-Stop! Don't make always like his!
-The risk to assume for five whole clays
that your enemy has no bad intentions.
Ancl then maybe something changes.
Up here.
Will you make it to the next rehearsal
without killing each other?
-Yes.
_ Qkay.
Congratulations, Layla!
"If you want to know how it really was...
Come visit me. Valentina."
Good morning, everybody.
So...
Welcome to Schtelting.
I see that some of you have already
tried on their rehearsal outfit.
If we wear that all-
-Actually, I've already clone my military service.
-It's not a uniform.
It's an expression of solidarity.
S0, by the way, it would be good if some representatives
of the two groups would share one stand.
-It doesn't work for all the instruments.
-For example, you and you, please.
And...
Yasmine? Maybe, please.
So, yeah, choose yourself.
So, yeah, very good.
So...
And now, let's make music.
Layla, Ron.
Yes?
-The canon. -Mm-hm.
-Layla.
Ron.
-Good?
-Quite well.
But no beautiful.
Ron...
why is Layla playing this theme with so little expression?
-I don't know.
Maybe she can't play it any better.
-Maybe.
Why don't you ask her?
Layla, why does he play espressivo?
-I don't know. Did he?
-Oh yes, he did.
You are playing against each other,
because you are not listening to one another.
One can see it even in your eyes.
There is no communication.
Ancl for you all, it's the same thing.
So...
let's see.
Let's meet back here in...
four hours.
Practice your individual parts.
And you, talk to each other.
Ancl then, you can work.
_ Qkay.
Okay, so let me ask you.
Why did you play the canon theme without any expression?
-Because the music is already beautiful enough.
-How long have you played the violin?
-Eight years.
-Okay, so you can't do it any better.
Okay, you're not bad either.
-Not bad? I'm good!
I've got 10 years more experience than you.
You have no idea.
You have no idea what it means
to be locked in a room with a violin all your childhood.
-I know how it feels to be locked in a room!
-We both know that you only play the first violin
because you're Palestinian!
-Ah, and that's why you have to play like a show-off!
-What is the problem with me, Layla? Be honest!
For real! What is your problem?
Are you jealous because I'm better than you
or jealous because I'm playing the solo?
What is it?
-You're playing the solo because it was my idea, okay?
I told maestro that you have to play the solo!
Because it's obvious. If you're not here, I'm not either.
We need you.
Okay.
I don't have bad intentions, okay?
_ Qkay.
-So, for the next exercise, we need this line.
Okay.
Israelis this side, Palestinians this side.
Hop.
Move!
S0, form a line. Two lines.
Yeah.
Ancl now, everybody, one step back.
-Maestro, what is this? Riverdance?
-For what happens next, there are only two rules.
First, stay where you are.
Second, don't touch each other.
And now shout.
Let them hear what you are thinking and feeling.
-What should we shout?
-What do you want to say to the others?
-What? Open and honest?
-I hope so. Yeah.
We had this business with Jerusalem already,
so shout the rest of it into their faces.
I give you five minutes.
Start.
-Terrorists!
-Killers.
-Bomber.
-Terrorist.
-You shoot my cousin.
-Murderer. -Want to destroy our country.
-Hate the Jews. -You hate us all.
You want to bomb our city.
-You're a typical arrogant Israeli asshole.
-Murderer!
-I have a great-grandfather.
He lives with us.
Every clay, he sits outside
and he looks to the direction where his hometown was.
Lent.
This is the town from which he was...
deported 70 years ago.
They“.
They killed his father in the mosque,
and his mother died of thirst
on the march to the frontline to the border.
Before she died, she gave him a key, the key from his house.
Ancl my great-grandfather,
he stills has this key in his pocket.
And he cannot die...
til he can open the door from his house with this key.
I think he forget that, since then,
the Israelis live in his house
and they think that his house belongs to them.
-You know...
my granny...
she still has the tattoo from Buchenwald.
I know the story since I was a little boy.
But it was like when the doors of the car or truck was open,
screaming, they kill us on the ramp,
how they tore away my granny from her parents.
Half an hour later, they no longer existed.
All dead.
She told me this story a million times,
over and over again, over and over,
until I could feel it myself, you know?
She wanted me to realize it was also my family.
When our country was founded,
everyone thought, great, we've made it, right?
But the very next clay, all the Arab countries attacked.
All of them.
They wanted to destroy us all and immediately.
Familiar?
My granny, she...
She survived Buchenwald with her sister,
but her sister, she did not survive the war of independence.
She had surrendered to the Arabs.
Ancl you know what they clone to the one who surrendered?
They shot them.
-One statement.
Ancl two possibilities of an answer.
This side...
YES.
This side, no.
I want peace.
So, stop. Stop, stop, stop.
Everybody, choose one from the other group.
Israelis, Palestinians.
Form couples ancl sit down back to back.
Yeah, do it, sit down. Yeah, it's good.
Yeah. Down, down, down.
Yeah, sit down.
Yes, back.
Yeah. Yeah, so.
That's it.
Notice each other.
Don't just walk past one another. Acknowledge each other.
Ancl now say hello to each other.
A nod with the head is sufficient.
Greet each other with respect.
And now show each other that you also see one another.
Use this gesture. Yes.
I see you.
Yeah.
And see there is a person.
Nothing more.
Ancl show respect to the person.
-What kind of therapy session are we gonna have today?
-Yes, I have also my doubts, but we are here for a reason.
-And look where they brought us: A re-education camp.
-Ron. In your opinion, what's the main problem?
-Um...
I think the main problem is that...
-Dvorak Second Movement is not right.
-Yes, I agree.
-Good. Dvorak Second Movement, please.
And...
I need a Palestinian who puts on this kippah...
and be for a couple of minutes an Israeli Jew.
No?
Nobody willing to walk in the other's shoes
for a couple of minutes?
Oh!
Look at you. You look like a settler.
A bar mitzvah boy.
-Hey! Put your phones down!
Put that away.
Put your phones away!
Layla.
Stop, stop stop.
-Well, sure, I can go wherever I want,
but what good is it to me
if I want to go ancl eat ice cream in Sawana market
ancl somebody come and just shooting the place up.
-Yeah.
-It's not fair, you understand,
because you have so many advantages compared to us.
I am nothing compared to you.
We are in the same age, ancl our land is occupied, so...
We don't have the same rights. It hurts.
You can understand how it feels.
-I understand the thing about the respect, okay?
But you two explain to me, how can I respect an Arab
who hates me and wants to kill me?
I'll go so far as to ask you,
how can I respect an Israeli
who doesn't want to defend the country?
-They will have their reasons. Ask them.
-Ask? Maestro, that's the enemy.
We're enemies as long as they occupy our land.
An enemy, my friend, is somebody
whose story you haven't heard.
-Well, I heard all the stories. I've got CNN.
Let me tell you something.
I'm not trying to be your enemy, okay?
Let's say it's the problem of the government.
Let's say it's a political conflict.
What does it change? Huh?
It's still a conflict, and we're all in the middle of it.
-They turn off our water!
They take away our land and our freedom!
-And isn't it possible to separate the people sitting here
in the circle from this conflict?
For example, because we as an orchestra
have a common interest.
-It won't bring any dead person back to life.
-How many dead have you had, then?
No, we don't want to count dead here, please.
-Okay. I tell you something.
I can sit with you, yes?
Maybe I can also talk to you,
but nobody's changing my mind. Not even you, Maestro.
-But nonetheless I will try, Aharon.
-But it's pointless. I'm sick of it.
There will never be peace between Jews and Arabs.
-I thought the same. Never peace between Jews and Germans.
So I will tell you my story.
My parents were doctors in Buchenwald concentration camp.
And they were responsible for the deaths of thousands.
Ancl when the war was over, they tried to flee.
From here. From Steltsing to Argentina.
And on their way there, they were shot
by the people who aided their escape.
They didn't deserve any better.
It was my fate to survive as the son of mass murderers.
It sticks on me like a bloodstain.
I tried everything to wash myself clean of that.
My half-life.
I visit all these memorials,
and there I publicly cursed my parents and what they did.
Ancl through this organization,
maybe you know that
you have heard about,
I faced the hatred of the survivors and their families,
but I never will be rid of this disgrace: Nazi son.
Neven
Yesterday, I visited a woman, farmer.
Her mother saved me from the murderers of my parents.
Ancl there were times in my life when I hated her for that,
because for me it had been easier...
ifl had been shot together with my parents.
No.
Peace between Jews and Germans, unimaginable.
I thought...
I would never be able to travel to Israel.
Never in my life.
But then I accepted our project.
Ancl I had to do so. I had to go to Israel.
And I did.
I went to Tel Aviv, in the the lion's den.
And it was possible.
-But Maestro, you were insulted.
They threw you with hate and dirt.
-It's true. Just normal life.
We insult each other, we eat together, we work together.
And you, I tell you, you can too.
Israelis and Palestinians, they can live together.
It's possible.
Perhaps not today or tomorrow, but it is possible,
if you make a start.
Not your children, not your grand-children.
You have to do that.
-Maestro, I know it's sad, but it's science fiction.
-It's science fiction? Why?
Why it's science fiction? Grab it now.
Don't wait.
You want to be musicians? What are you waiting for?
Take it now.
If you forget the naysayers for a couple of clays,
you can grab right now what just lies in front of you.
You only have to make the decision,
and you have to make the start,
and therefore I ask you again...
I ask you.
You decide.
Yes...
or no?
You decide.
Make a start and decide.
-Music is really important to you, isn't it?
-My father teach me.
We play in a band every weekend.
It's my favorite time of the week.
-What kind of band?
-Wedding music.
-You play in weddings?
-My father take me play with him when I was 10,
and after all people say, "If you play, bring Omar."
-Do you like it?
-Yes.
Wedding is beautiful moment of happiness.
-Yeah, for us too.
It's lots of dancing and kissing.
What, you don't have it?
The groom doesn't kiss the bride?
-Mm-hm. -Yeah?
Do you want to go maybe over there? It's more quiet.
-I think it's better we stay here with the others.
-Are you scared?
You head what he said. We take what we want now.
Come.
Don't you want to kiss the bride?
Omar... Be careful!
Don't go too far with her.
Okay.
I'm supposed to look after you.
We're friends. Isn't that why we're here?
In two years, she'll guard a checkpoint and not let your father through.
What would he say about that?
What was she saying?
-She say I have to take care of you.
-D0 it.
Maestro!
-No, it's okay.
What happened? Maestro!
-Nothing happened.
What happened?
What's that?
It's nothing.
Yes? Come in!
Good clay, Maestro.
Good clay.
Markus Bellmann from the security team.
Ms. de Fries informed us about the incident.
Yes, well... A paint bag.
-Not the first time in my life. -You shouldn't underestimate it.
It was a car attack. Could you identify the vehicle?
No, it all happened too quickly.
I just wonder how those people knew where to find me.
Well, in times of Twitter and Snapchat there are no secrets.
Your musicians would better stop posting until the concert is over.
That's not going to go down well with those young people.
Otherwise we should consider calling this whole thing off.
Call it off because of a few idiots?
Mr. Bellmann, I can take care of myself.
I'm sorry if it affects others too.
Extremists like them will keep trying.
I have a few bodyguards on standby.
They'll look after you from now.
-N0, I don't want that. -Why not?
Because I don't want to live in a world like that.
If you'll please excuse me now,
I need to prepare for a rehearsal.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
-With that alone, you would pass the entrance exam
of every music school, for sure.
So, what do you think about my offer?
-Frankfurt is in Germany, yes?
-Yes.
It's in Germany.
There are some Palestinian students at our school.
-Jews also?
-Yes.
-Me father will not want me to go study in Germany.
-But your father wants you to study, doesn't he?
-Yes.
But he needs me for the band.
We are poor. We live from it.
-Yeah, but there are scholarships for talents like you.
Ancl if I tell your father how gifted you are.
-I have to learn from you, not go with you.
-Ancl as an artist you will learn
that you have to make your own decisions.
Morning everybody.
-Morning. -Morning.
-So...
We will start with Vivaldi.
IILIInVerHQ. H
From the beginning.
I'm not satisfied because of the details.
Each of you know what he still has to do.
But I'm satisfied because you understood the whole,
because you became a team, because you played together,
you hear to one another, and that's good.
So, no further rehearsals.
The clay after tomorrow, we will play the concert,
and this evening, relax.
-What's up?
-Nothing.
-Bullshit. You're sad.
-You're not?
We only have three more clays here,
and then we never see each other again.
-Of course we'll see each other again.
-Yeah?
But you soon go to the army,
and then maybe you will stand at the checkpoint
and will not let me go to the other side.
-What? Who told you that?
-Layla.
-What the hell does she know?
-She say that when you are 18, you will have a gun.
' No!
No, no. I'm not going anywhere.
-Layla say we are enemies.
Eduard, he wants me to go to Germany.
I don't know. I don't understand.
I...
have to be happy or not.
-Just close your eyes.
I love you.
HEY, WHAT'S UP? DID YOU FORGET ABOUT ME?
HOW COULD I?
SO?
LOOK: HAPPINESS!!!
Omar?
-It's Layla.
-That bitch!
-Who, Layla?
-Orit!
She sent everything to my parents!
All the photos, the videos!
-What photo? What video?
-Everything! The party last night!
-Why? They say don't take photo.
-Yeah, but I told her it's gonna be
like she's here with me!
-You also send photo...
I'm so sorry!
I ruined everything! I'm so sorry!
-They're gonna kill me! -Okay.
It's okay.
Look, Shira don't worry.
-N0, it's not! You don't know my parents!
They're doing something!
-S0, people, listen!
Hey!
-We will have the final rehearsal today.
So, Ron will me at and stand the Woodwinds.
-Yeah.
-Ancl me, the strings, okay?
What about the brass? Are we free?
-You guys are beyond help.
Hey. Look at me.
-Where were you? -When?
-Probably on the toilet. -Not with Shira?
I told you already, don't go too far with her.
-Be careful! -Why? Is something wrong?
-GUYS, QUYS/ GUYS: Ql-Ws!
We are on television.
Yes!
Yes, yes, yes!
Ancl they're showing our concert tomorrow
on.
Omar.
-What happened?
-They're coming to get me.
-Your parents?
-No, my uncle Danny is on his way from Berlin.
-Okay. What do we do now?
-Let's run away!
-Who, us?
-Do you love me?
-Yes.
-Do you want to stay together?
“ Yes!
-Then let's run away!
-Where do you want to go?
-I have a cousin in Paris,
and you can study in Frankfurt, right?
-Paris?
How you get there?
-We can walk to Innsbruck. From there, we'll be fine.
What?
-Shira, I...
My parents. I...
I...
I don't know. I can't-
-Shira! Omar!
Come on guys! They want to start the rehearsal!
Let's go!
Eduard!
-Eduard! -Yes?
Omar collapsed.
He's completely overwhelmed.
-Come with me. -Good grief!
-Hello.
Layla, would you be so kind
leave us alone for a couple of minutes?
Omar...
What I said to you yesterday...
I didn't want to pressure you.
You will be a very good musician anyway.
Ancl you decide which way your path takes you.
And it doesn't matter whether you
stay with your parents or you come to Frankfurt,
or whatever you do.
You decide what's the right thing for you.
-How? How I do that?
-But you were already doing this the whole time.
Close your eyes, and look inside.
Everything is in there.
Hello?
-Good clay. -Good clay.
I'm Karla de Fries. Who are you?
I am Shira's uncle. I came to pick her up. Where is she?
Pick her up? What happened?
Sodom and Gomorrah, that's what happened here.
Well, you can't just do that.
Wait here, please. I'll go fetch her.
-Okay, so...
Hi.
-Hi.
-Here next to me is the extraordinary talented
Omar from...
' Qalqilya_ -Huh?
' Qalqilya.
-West Bank.
And I am Shira.
-Shira Halevi, most beautiful girl in the world.
-From Tel Aviv.
-I'm okay. Don't worry.
I don't come because I love her.
-Yes, we love each other, and love makes you strong.
Hate makes you weak.
Ancl maybe there are better time than this,
but we want it now.
Dad, don't be afraid. I have to do this. Don't be angry.
Bye!
-Bye.
I don't want to be hard with him.
I only want to say what we feel.
-Yeah. D0 you know what I feel?
I love you.
-I love you too.
Mr. Bellmann, two of our musicians disappeared.
Got it. I'll send out my men.
Just stand still.
Please.
-What he say?
-You need to know better than me.
Probably hands up.
Nothing will happen to you.
You can just come to the car.
You can come.
-I count to zero, and we run.
Three...
Two...
One. Go!
G0!
-Hey! -Omar!
Shira, come!
Why are you running away?
-Omar, wait! -Stop!
Nothing will happen to you.
-Shira! -Wait!
Omar, watch out!
Watch out!
Because of a deadly incident, the peace negotiations are in danger.
We're switching over to Assaf Shalev, live from South Tyrol.
Assaf, what can you tell us?
Yes, Dana. There is a lot of speculation.
The fact remains that there is no concrete evidence of a terrorist attack.
What kind of rumours are that?
They used WhatsApp or Instagram to...
We don't know much.
According to the police there was a car attack on the group two days ago.
To everyone in the village.
Do you hear this?
Do you hear this wonderful music?
The music of the Three Brothers, with Omar on clarinet.
Omar...
The best musician in town.
Omar, my boy.
The best musician in the world!
Do you hear him?
Listen to him!
Omar will never play again.
Omar, my boy, is dead.
Shira.
Get up, we're driving home.
Here you are.
We meant well, didn't we?
But meaning well is not enough.
You should always keep trying, Eduard.
But like you said, it has to make sense too.
And it doesn't here.
-Well then... -We'll evaluate it for the future.
I'll call you when I get back.
Back from where?
South Sudan, we have a malaria project there.
Well then...
Fucking Jews!
-Layla, no, no, no, no, no!
Dear passengers. The flight from Bolzano to Palermo
is delayed by 15 minutes.
Thank you for your understanding.
Please do not leave your luggage unattended.
-Thank you. -Okay.
You're welcome.