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Move!
Eli, what happened?
What happened, Eli?
- Doron... - What happened?
I want to see him!
- Don't go in! - I want to see him!
Let go of him!
- It's my father! - Doron!
- Let me see him! Move! - Let him go!
Allahu Akbar!
We killed a Jew!
Allahu Akbar!
You should see the celebrations outside.
I couldn't care less. What are you doing?
- Give me that. - Shame on you!
Instead of being proud of your husband and his family, you weep.
Shame on you!
Me? Me?
Shame on me?
Your son is going to get my husband killed!
Samir didn't do anything, it's all Nidal's work!
- Calm down. - I'll calm down when Samir is beside me!
Trust Nidal, he's looking after him.
Trust Nidal?
Even the Sheikh himself didn't trust him.
Don't you dare write him to come here.
I'll write him whatever I want!
Enough! Enough ruining everyone's lives!
Marwa,
think about what you're doing. You can hate me all you want,
but if you tell him to come here,
the Jews will be here within 30 minutes.
Good, he's better off getting arrested.
At least that way my son would have a father
who he can visit in prison!
They wouldn't arrest him, Marwa, they'd kill him.
He killed the father of an undercover operative.
No. Samir didn't kill him. Nidal did.
- He avenged his father's death. - And ruined Samir's life! Ruined it!
Ismail, come here. Listen to me.
Tell them that we're proud of them.
Go on.
Fine, don't worry.
Have some water.
What have you done?
- Who did you talk to? - Doron!
- You tipped him off, didn't you? - Doron!
Take her in! She's an informer!
She brought them here!
Doron!
No, Doron!
NABLUS, THE KASBAH
- Maher. - Hello, Maher.
Come in.
Samir...
Hope you had no trouble getting here.
All good.
Praise God.
- Here. - What's that?
It's for your dad's office.
Relax, Maher.
Relax.
Do you think I'd do anything to harm your father?
Maher, I lost my father when I needed him the most.
Don't you know me?
It's just a tapping device.
- Fine, I'll do it. - No, no...
Don't do anything you're uncomfortable with.
I'll take care of it myself.
Just give it to me.
You sure?
I'm sure.
Hold on...
Place it where I can hear everything.
May God bless you.
You, too.
Goodbye.
It's nice here. Is this where you grew up?
His mom lives in Jerusalem.
He spent a few years there, a few here...
Fuck everything...
Bro...
- This is Abu Ala'a. - It's private property, no entry.
- We came to offer our condolences. - You can't come in.
Hey! It's all right.
It's all right, thanks.
Peace be upon you.
Our deepest sympathies.
Amos' friends.
Your father was dear to us, may God's mercy be upon him.
- Peace be upon you. - Upon you be peace.
May God have mercy on your father.
He used to help us with everything.
- He had a big heart. - He spoke Arabic better than us Bedouins.
We didn't mind that he was with the security forces.
He was a real man.
- Doron, we'll miss him dearly. - Thank you.
- May God have mercy on him. - Thank you, Abu Ala'a.
Look, Doron.
Remember yourself this young?
Doron,
whatever you need, just ask Abu Ala'a.
Thank you, Abu Ala'a.
Just tell us where he is, Shirin!
Talk, Shirin, so that we can stop searching
and everyone can go back to their normal lives.
Just tell us where he is! How'd you contact him?
By phone? Don't lie to me!
You collaborated with him!
I know that you were...
Are you a doctor, Shirin?
You're a terrorist, Shirin, a terrorist!
Gross!
Get me a plastic bag.
Squeaky clean, huh?
I feel like sending my mom before and after photos.
And I feel like getting outta here.
Then let's go.
No, he needs us here.
I'll drop you off at home and come back.
It's okay, I'll stay.
When I get my hands on whoever didn't use disposable coffee cups...
Is this ever gonna end?
Move.
I'll wash them.
Anything you wanna tell me?
You think the condolence visits help him?
Sure, they do.
I preferred to be alone.
I didn't want to see anybody.
Mourning periods are a crappy time.
It's not the mourning period...
it's this unit.
Am I late?
It's fine, bro.
Who's here?
Gali's here, if that's what you're asking.
I'm sorry.
Thanks for coming.
Sure thing.
We're a team.
How are things on your end?
I thought he'd crack, but...
- Maybe he really doesn't know. - He knows.
They showed us who's who.
- Guess I'll get going... - No, come on in.
Give Steve the cake, he's been stuffing his face all morning.
Come.
- You sure? - Of course.
Come in, bro.
Since 1964...
The territory isn't all theirs...
- Hey. - Hello!
- What's up? - How's it going?
- Good that you came. - Here you go, bro, especially for you.
- Looks good, bro. - It is.
Finally, some cake...
How are you?
Fantastic.
And you? Fantastic.
- Thanks for coming. - Not with your filthy hands!
- Hi there. - Hello.
God damn them, they deserve a red card!
- Peace be upon you. - Upon you be peace.
Come.
- What do you want? - You surprised me.
Why?
Nice work.
Praise God. But why does it surprise you?
Here's my proposal:
We reconcile and you rejoin Hamas.
We'll start over.
Because they caught Walid?
Regardless of Walid.
You're a strategist, an exceptional field operative.
I want you to carry out your operations on behalf of Hamas.
Reconcile?
We've got plenty of enemies. Let's join forces.
I'll think about it.
You do that.
Walid,
I did it for your sake.
- They'd kill you otherwise... - Shhh...
I want to know one thing.
The child.
Is he mine?
What child?
The one in your womb.
I'm not pregnant.
They showed me the test results.
Then they're lying to you.
They're lying to me? Who's "they"?
- You and they are the same! - No.
You're not on our side. Whose side are you on?
What's that?
- Walid... - What's that?
What is that?
You damned traitor!
I want out!
- Let me out! - There's no absolution for traitors!
None!
You remember Hiba, right?
- Right? - Yes.
You remember her.
Remember how they killed her?
How she was tortured?
They dumped her body in the street and wrote "traitor" with her blood!
You have nowhere to return to!
Not today, not tomorrow!
But one thing is certain...
soon enough, Shirin,
soon enough...
your body will also be dumped on the street like a dog.
Traitor!
Open the door! Open the door!
- Why'd you do it? - Open the door!
Open the door!
That'll do.
I think about him all the time.
I see his face everywhere.
Remember how he cried the first time he saw our Noga?
Did you know he'd call every Friday
to wish me a good Sabbath?
He'd ask me what flowers I picked.
- Gali... - We'll get through this.
I'm fine. You can go home, honestly.
Yeah?
Go be with the kids, they need you.
You sure?
You're amazing.
Thank you for everything you did today.
I don't take it for granted.
We're family.
Don't forget that, okay?
Thank you.
- Good night. - Good night.
To avenge the cruel murder of our commander,
the Shahid, Sheikh Mohammed Ali Awdallah,
we, with the help of Almighty God, managed to kill
the father of the Zionist operative who killed the Sheikh,
and with the help of God, we will retaliate twofold
for every drop of blood shed by our people
to let our Zionist enemy understand that this is...
"an eye for an eye."
Doron must not see this.
- What are they up to at the bureau? - What are they up to?
Endless discussions,
talking and waiting for this to blow over.
What a mess...
I don't know how to find him. None of them are cracking.
We gotta beat the crap outta them, shake them up good.
Good evening, Hanan.
Good evening. How are you doing?
I'm doing great.
You seem cheerful today.
Things are looking up.
Come over for some tea.
Thanks, but I'm tired.
I'm pouring you some tea, come here.
You take sugar?
Your mother raised you well.
When did you last see your children?
Three years ago.
Can't they come visit?
They could, but something always doesn't work out.
They must miss you very much.
Fadi,
you should get married.
Sorry for being so blunt, but you're a nice guy.
It's a shame. What are you waiting for?
Doesn't your mother nag you?
She used to, but she got tired of it.
It's not that simple.
Always remember, it's the most important thing in life.
The most beautiful thing is having a family.
Why are you so cheerful today?
- Didn't you hear the news? - I did.
- It's heartbreaking. - What is?
I heard that ISIS killed an Israeli soldier.
And that breaks your heart?
He was a soldier. Who knows how much blood he had on his hands?
What breaks my heart is that ISIS will be on our case now.
- That's not the way of our struggle. - Perhaps our way isn't working out.
I didn't mean to talk politics.
This is likely to be the first terrorist attack
committed on personal reasons.
The terrorist, whose father
was one of the founders of Hamas in the West Bank,
managed to locate the father of the person who he claims
is a security forces operative...
Whoa, fuck!
- What are you doing here? - We had a date!
I'm sorry...
Come on in.
I forgot about our date, come on in.
- What's up? - What's up?
What's up?
- What? - Fuck...
- You just pointed a gun at me! - I didn't point it at you.
Why were you carrying a gun around the house?
- That's how I roll. - That's how you roll?
Do you realize how insane it is for a person
to be scared to death inside his own home?
Let's fly to Thailand.
There's a beach in Koh Tao, it's perfect.
Please, let's just disappear.
How's it going? What's new?
Nothing.
The piece of shit won't crack.
And tomorrow he's being transferred to prison.
- Tomorrow? - There's nothing more we can do.
We can't keep investigating him.
Son of a bitch.
It's actually in our favor.
We can take on a Prison Service van, but I need you on board.
- Are you serious? - You know me.
Sometimes I'm too serious.
I don't know, man...
Think about it.
We'll catch him, Doron.
Thank you.
Will it work with fertilizer?
Sure, even with homemade compost.
- Like in the good old days. - May God bless you.
But Abu Maher's guys are looking for you, just so you know.
- I know, boss. May God bless you. - Good luck.
- Thank you. - May God grant you happiness.
Hold on.
Almost forgot.
Here.
They saw the clip you sent
and want you to have the prisoners wear these next time.
They like things to be done perfectly, you know.
- With the help of God. - Take care.
271, what's going on?
- Hello? - Did you get anything out of him
- before this catastrophe? - Not much.
What do I tell the minister?
To fire the Prison Service Chief Commissioner.
You think Al Makdasi could pull off a job like that
inside Israel and disappear?
- I don't know. - Then who did it?
I don't know!
"Kaspi"
- Where's the team? - At the shivah.
Have them on call.
Do you know who I am?
Yeah.
You have two options: The first is you tell me where Al Makdasi is,
we then drive you to the Jordanian border and release you there.
The second option is that I kill you very, very slowly
and it'll hurt like hell.
You'll either end up telling me where Al Makdasi is or you won't,
but what's certain is you'll be in terrible pain.
So what will it be?
You've tried all your tactics on me.
Is that so?
Did they try this tactic?
I guess you misunderstood... we're not them.
All this because of Shirin?
Is she working with Al Makdasi?
- Is that what you think? - What do you know about her?
What do you know about her?
You're an idiot.
The bitch is working with you guys.
I hope she dies!
Shut up!
Enough is enough!
Tell us where Al Makdasi is!
Tell us where Al Makdasi is or I'll shoot you in the other leg!
Stop wasting our time and answer... where is Al Makdasi?
In hell, same place you're headed!
Son of a bitch!
Help me.
Please.
Help me.
Where is he?
Now we'll treat you the way Al Makdasi's friends do.
Remember the day you blew up our friend?
Remember what I swore to you?
That one day I'd slaughter you.
Today is that day.
If I tell you, will you set me free?
Yes.
There's a barbershop in the Old City's Yasmini quarter,
Abu Naim's barbershop, it's where he meets with his squad.
I don't know exactly what time they meet.
You don't believe me?
Abu Naim's barbershop.
I understand.
You're garbage.
You're all garbage. Dogs.
You're all garbage and dogs, every one of you.
You're lucky I promised her I wouldn't kill you.
If you need to talk to me, ask the guard downstairs.
When's my flight?
I don't know.
But we had a deal.
I can't say when.
I didn't do anything. You know I didn't.
But the state attorney's office
is urging me to submit a bill of indictment.
Against me?
On what premise?
Look, Amos was murdered.
Your husband, the Military Wing Commander,
has escaped custody and disappeared.
I can't send you to France right now. It would look bad.
I'm totally innocent! Totally!
That's how it is sometimes. The world is shit.
I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!
- What's that? - TRAITOR
Abu Maher, this discussion is pointless. We get daily reports,
our men are working around the clock.
Look at the map of the entire Nablus area,
north, south, east...
we've got all the streets covered.
What does Abu Al-Abed say?
Our cause is more important than this guy.
We must find out who's backing him. He's getting support from abroad
and from people here.
If we find out who's helping him locally, we'll catch his source abroad.
Abu Al-Abed, he's got accomplices inside Nablus.
They're armed and equipped with unimaginable gear.
I told you, I want reports every five hours.
We get reports, Abu Maher, we get reports,
but we want to know who's backing this guy,
who's activating him,
and what his plans are in the areas under our control.
Maher...
May God bless you. Thank you.
Diligent boy. Thank you, Maher.
I'm all for teamwork.
I don't want anyone doing things on his own.
A one-man operation won't help us in any way.
Look everywhere for him, leave no stone unturned.
I want you to hand me reports...
We're working on it. My men aren't sitting idly by.
They haven't slept in 48 hours.
They get no sleep, keeping a constant lookout for him.
Have you issued a statement that ISIS assumed responsibility?
Yes, I'm waiting for them to post it online.
We also moved Gali and the kids to a secure apartment.
What's going on with Shirin?
You attacked her for no reason.
She knows nothing.
- You mean a lot to her, you know. - I know.
I was furious. I'm such an idiot.
Are you flying her out?
I returned her to the apartment in Givatayim.
She has a stay of exit order, so she'll be staying there for now.
Why a stay of exit order?
A direct order from the ISA chief.
- You know, just to cover their asses. - Can't you fly her out?
Not anymore.
Those scumbags.
What's up?
Buzz me in.
Shirin?
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eight, nine, ten...
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