01x07 - Night at the Bunker

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Water.

Water.

87 to Tokyo, do you read me?
Over.

Water.

Check how many b*ll*ts
you have left and water.

They could be here any minute.

-Check now, guys.
-Water.

Water.

Water.

-Be quiet.
-Water, Alush.

-Water. Water. Water.
-Here. Let him drink it all.

Here's water.
Open your mouth.

A little more. Drink.

All is good.

What are you doing, Melakhi?

-I'm going out to look for a signal.
-No, they'll see you.

They'll know we're here
and k*ll us all.

He's right, Melakhi.

-Gutterman.
-What?

Gutterman, get up.

Help me out here.
Hold this up.

-Don't let the antenna show.
-Careful, so no one sees it.

Higher, higher. That's it, yes.

If anyone can hear us,
we need more a*tillery,

we need more gear.
The Syrians are surrounding us.

They could come up here any minute
and slaughter us like ducks.

We need you to answer!

87, we're trying our best. Out.

Trying doesn't cut it, Tokyo!
Don't try, do something!

Tokyo, do you read?

87, do you read? Over.

I read you, over.

Yoni, remember the story
about the seagull and the fish?

Your dad is so embarrassing, I swear.

Yoni, do you remember?

One day a white winged seagull stood
on the river bank

waiting for her beloved.

Everyone warned her: "Seagull,
you can't fall in love with a fish."

"Where will you live?"

"In the water? In the sky? On a tree?"

-What's going on here?
-I'm just talking to my son, pal.

Give me a few minutes.

No problem, but we're moving out
in a few minutes.

Thanks.

She would glide in the air for hours
watching over him from above.

Her friends cried out:

"No time, Seagull, we have to go.
Spread your wings, winter's coming,"

"we have to go to the south pole
then make our way north."

Who is this?
Free up this frequency now.

But the little seagull was in love

and she was left behind,
alone and scared.

What if she flies away only to come
back and find her love is not there?

What if he gets lost?
Or he's devoured?

Who will protect him
if she's not around?

She can't stand the thought that
perhaps she will never see him again.

Stop! Stop! Come back here!
Run after him, fast!

-Who is that psycho?
-Inform the command room.

In the evening,
her beloved fish finally surfaces

and implores her:

"My kindhearted angel, you won't
survive if you stay here."

"You must migrate, you were born
to encircle the world."

"If you get stuck here with me
you'll die, it's not worth it."

The stubborn seagull refused to fly.

She closed her eyes and envisioned

how she'd learn to breathe
in the depths,

how they'd transform
two souls into one.

This is Eagle, I don't know
who Seagull is,

but free up this network now!

Free up the network, cease chatter!

Copy that.

Her smart fish climbed onto the sand,

he kissed her beak with
his wet lips and said to the seagull:

"My love, if you agree to fly now
we will be separated,"

"but you will survive"

"and that's the only chance we have
of meeting again next year"

"and the year after that.
We will continue to love."

"Fly, Seagull, fly," he whispered.

And then dove into the depths.

The seagull finally got up the courage
and spread her wings.

The hope of reuniting next year
and the year after that gave her

the strength to go on.

87, do you read? Over.
Yoni, do you hear me?

87, do you read? Over.
Yonatan, do you hear me?

Excuse me.
Can someone come over here?

Yes, just a second.

I left a wounded man in the field,
you have to go to him.

He's losing blood, his leg is crushed,
I couldn't carry him.

Hold on. I'll get someone.

Now, there's no time. He has a r*fle,
he could sh**t himself.

I'm doing IVs, hold on.
One more minute.

I promised him I'd get you.

He stepped on a mine,
we lost everyone on the way,

we went down Mount Hermon by foot.

You're from the Hermon outpost?

Yes. Can you please get me
a topographical map?

-Hold on, I'll be right back.
-Mari, take care of him.

There's a wounded soldier
from the Hermon outpost.

Are you Avinoam? I hear
you're from the Hermon outpost.

-Yes.
-I need info from you.

Info? First send someone
to save Yoav Mazuz.

-I left him at the bus stop.
-You abandoned a m*llitary outpost.

That's more important now.

Abandoned?
Find him, forget the debriefing.

What was your job?

Why aren't you going?
Fine, I'll get him myself.

Get me your commander! I want
to speak to your commander.

Let go of me! I'm not staying here,
I promised him. Let me go.

Can you get me a topographical map?

I'm getting him something
to calm him down.

Let me go, this isn't funny.
What are you doing? No!

No, no. This isn't happening.
Listen to me. Wait!

No, no, please.

Let go of me.
We have to get to Yoav Mazuz.

Please. No, no! Listen, please.

-Take a deep breath.
-You have to help me, all right?

His name is Yoav Mazuz, he's at
the bus stop outside the kibbutz.

You're just leaving me here to die.

-sh**t me.
-No.

I'm begging you.

-sh**t me.
-I'm sorry.

Avinoam, leave me my r*fle!
That's an order!

-I'll be back, I promise.
-I don't want this, look at me!

Avinoam, look at me!

-Maybe they're not coming.
-Amen.

Maybe they're waiting for dawn.

Maybe they're waiting
till we're out of water.

Okay, guys,
I'm going to write our wills.

Maybe my hand will survive.

Alush, that orange sweater that
my grandma complimented you on,

you wanna leave it to her?
I think she'll like that.

It's hers.

It's hers. Done.
Orange sweater to Grandma.

Tell my mom that

I don't want any Naomi Shemer
songs at my funeral.

No way, no how. Rightly so.

-Melakhi.
-What?

Write my girlfriend that I love her.

Good time to be romantic, Sulami.

Anyone else?

Yoni, something to your dad?

He can have the drum set.

Drum set. Done.

Gutterman.

-Shall we try one last time?
-Let's try.

Put it in the hole. Quietly.

That's it, enough, no more.

Tokyo, this is 87,
we're trying one last time.

If anyone can hear me,
we're surrounded.

Do you read? Over.

Tokyo, give our regards back home.

Tell everyone we love them.

Do you read? Over.

Melakhi, that's enough,
turn off the radio. Turn it off.

Tokyo, this is 87.

Tokyo, this is 87, do you read?
Over.

Tokyo, this is 87, do you read?

87? 87, do you read me? Over.

87, do you read me? Over.

We got a wounded man
from the Hermon, Dafna.

Where's the wounded soldier
from the Hermon?

Over there.

What's his condition?

Overall he's fine, a bit dazed,
I think he'll be up soon.

All right, you can go.

Gutterman, move over.

Marco, if we get out this w*r alive,

and even if we don't, I want you
to know, Riki and I are together.

-Which Riki?
-Riki. We're in love.

-Are you kidding me?
-No.

-Since when?
-A few months.

And you didn't tell me?

I didn't know how to tell you.

-Water.
-Forget it, Alush.

-Water!
-Caspi! Shut him up already.

Alush, Riki is matched with Melakhi
and you know it.

Riki can do whatever she wants.
You won't decide for her.

You and her won't be together. Period.

Why?

Because Riki has to stay with
her family in the neighborhood

and you will take her away.

Tell me,
what's your problem with me?

What's my problem with you is?

You suck up to them,
the establishment.

You insist on being blind. They spit
at us and you think it's raining.

I won't let you turn my sister
into their doormat.

Doormat? I'll make her a queen.

If she stays there with you...

Then what?

She'll get nowhere. Yes or no?

Look at me.

It's best for you both
if you die in this w*r.

Marco! Be quiet!

The Syrians are coming.

What's that? Who's there?

Stop, stop! Slow down, that's it.

-I have to get to 87.
-Stop, engine off.

-Where do you think you're going?
-87, I have to get there.

Engine off. I said, engine off. Off.

-Where do you think you're going?
-I have to get to 87.

Sure! You got Syrian citizenship?

-I have orders.
-Orders from who?

-You can't go through here.
-It's a matter of life and death.

-I mean it, let me go.
-Wait, aren't you...

You're the guy screwing
that actress, aren't you?

-Dude, give me a break.
-You're Leonard Cohen's friend.

It's Meni Ben-Dror. I don't believe it.
Guys!

Meni Ben Dror is here to film
our victory movie!

-Very funny, now can you let me go?
-Yeah, sure.

What's this? What's with this a*mo?

If anyone lights a cigarette,

your jeep will turn
into a nuclear mushroom.

Listen, man, over there,
those are the Syrians,

you can only go there in a t*nk
or chopper.

You get me? You can't go any further.

-How many tanks do you have here?
-What? We're reserves.

We have three tanks, maybe
tomorrow we'll have another five.

Then why are you waiting here?

We don't have night vision gear,
we're waiting till dawn.

Where did you say you have to go?

North.

-North?
-Yeah.

What's your name?

-Bentzi.
-Bentzi. Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

How can I convince you to get
to the southern Golan Heights?

Come on, let's make you...
No, no, shut off the engine.

-I have to. Please.
-Shut off the engine. No, get out here.

Be our guest. Honor us, please,
with your presence.

Guys, Meni Ben-Dror! Awesome.

Come on in.
Come into our living room.

-What'll you have, Meni?
-Turkish coffee would be great.

Turkish coffee for the man.

Of the 13 that abandoned the outpost,
how many were intelligence soldiers?

I'm not saying anymore until you send
an ambulance to Yoav Mazuz.

Which intelligence soldiers
were taken c*ptive?

How should I know?
I said we split up right away.

What are the odds
they were taken c*ptive?

Don't you care about human lives?
I don't know.

When I left Yoav, he was still alive.

We're trying to get him. Did you destroy
the receivers before the outpost fell?

No.

You're lying to me,
you're not trying to get him.

-Did you destroy the teleprinters?
-No.

-The encryption keys?
-I won't cooperate.

I repeat, did you destroy
the encryption keys?

If you could see how he's suffering
every minute,

bleeding and crying, you wouldn't be
sitting here asking me these questions.

No, okay? No!

The encryption keys weren't destroyed
and we didn't shred all the documents.

Only what there was time to.

If you and your friends
had the balls to fight

and not run like pussies, we'd still
have the Hermon outpost.

You weren't there,
my friends were brave.

He's a Golani officer like you,
don't you care if he'll die there?

Do you realize what a disaster this is?

Do you realize it's treason?
You're accused of treason.

What?

Were the intelligence soldiers at the
outpost exposed to external sources

that weren't produced at your outpost?

Yes. That's why Yoav
smuggled me out.

We didn't commit treason,

we were looking out for the
country's security.

I know everything.
Every Mossad agent.

"Ingrown toenail" is the alias for the
secretary of Anisa Assad, she's a spy.

"Idyll," "Remote country,"
"Rotten lime," I know all the sources.

When they're done with you,
you'll be locked up at our facility.

Take him to the triage tent
and keep an eye on him.

I'm afraid Mazuz won't survive.

The Syrians are moving
divisions to the valley

between Hermonit and Quneitra.
We won't be able to reach him.

-Who's there?
-Eran.

What's going on?

The Syrians are coming up the hill.

An APC, a jeep and a whole
company of soldiers.

f*ck. We have to leave.

Leave? We don't stand a chance.

You want to fight a whole army of
Syrians? What do you suggest?

What do I suggest?
That we surrender.

If there's the slightest chance,
I want to live.

For two days you've just been
looking for ways not to die...

You're at w*r, Marco,
you're gonna die.

You see anyone else complaining?

You bastard. You f*ckin' bastard.

We stayed here because of you.
We could've left yesterday,

they came to get us.

Yes, not everyone had to die.

But you wanted to be the big man.
The great commander.

You wanted to act the hero
for Frenchman,

now we'll die for nothing.
You happy now?

You want us all to be taken c*ptive?

I wish we could fight here like men,
but we can't.

If we surrender, the Syrians will stand
us against the wall and execute us.

Don't you get that you're alone here?

Fine. Who wants to raise
a white flag?

See?

Okay then.

Our funeral procession starts now.

Okay, enough with the games.

Everyone stays silent.

Even if they open fire inside and
someone is wounded, not a sound.

Make sure you each have a grenade,
hold it in your hand.

And keep quiet. No one says a word.

Maybe that will keep us alive.

Be alert.

Water.

Shut him up.
They'll hear him and come in.

-Water.
-Shut him up.

Strangle him. k*ll him if you have to.
Be quiet!

Get it over with.

Be quiet!

Wait, maybe he went deaf.
Gimme the pen.

SHUT UP
THE SYRIANS ARE OUTSIDE

Be quiet, be quiet.

Grenade!

Surrender!

If anyone's inside,
you better come out!

Come out
or we'll toss more grenades!

Quiet, don't say a word. Quiet.

Come out with your hands up!

-Marco, Melakhi, get over here.
-This is your last chance.

Surrender or I'll blast you
with all this amm*nit*on.

They're gonna toss
more grenades inside.

Get out here!

We have to go out
and say we surrender.

If anyone goes out, they'll cut him
down with a barrage.

They're afraid of their own shadows.

-We don't have a choice.
-Come out with your hands up!

Someone has to go out.

Everyone out, now!

Only the three of us speak Arabic.

-It has to be one of us.
-Come out, you beasts, now!

-Let's toss for it.
-You think you'll stay alive?

Everyone out! Hands in the air!

No need.

Osama, get the RPG.
And the grenades from the jeep.

Tell Riki I love her.

Alush! Alush!

Blow it up. Careful, careful.

-Tie his hands.
-Don't sh**t!

-On your knees!
-Don't sh**t, I surrender.

-Hands up.
-I surrender.

-He's a pilot, sir! He's a pilot!
-Don't sh**t!

He's a captain, commander of pilots.

How many soldiers are inside?
How many?

I'm asking you! How many soldiers?

How many inside? Speak!

Answer or I'll sh**t you.

Back, back!

We were four.

We were four, they're all dead.
They're dead, I swear.

It's empty.

Hurry up.

Soldiers, you know what to do.

They're expecting us, let's move!

Let's go, take him to the Jeep.

Quickly. Go, go!

Tell me, are you familiar
with the cliché

that says a kid is an improved version
of his parents?

Sure do.

So one morning this kid
is walking around my place, Yoni.

With a six-pack like a turtle's shell,

a glimmer in his eyes,

like someone who gets excited
by every lay, every book

every new idea, embarrassed
by every beautiful thing.

Everything seems infinite. You know,
youth. You remember youth?

He stands in front of the mirror
and no matter what he does,

he looks perfect. Perfect.

-Hey, airplanes.
-Skyhawks, they're ours.

Believe me, if my life were a movie,
Yoni would be on the poster.

I swear. I look at him and all I see
is that my life has gone by,

gone by too fast.

I look at him and all I see
is how pathetic I am,

I see the end,
my failure as a father.

Did I ever miss out.
What the hell was he thinking?

That one day he'll show up and I'll be
the dad and he'll be the son?

Meni, there's something wrong
with you.

Bentzi, the kid practiced playing
the drums from morning to night,

every day. All day.

-So?
-I need my quiet.

I need to hear my thoughts.

So I said something. Big deal.

I guess he felt the arrangement
wasn't working for me,

he took his stuff and disappeared.

I thought he may have gone back
to France.

Last month, I was on stage in Jaffa,
spewing my usual nonsense, right?

Suddenly I see Yoni in the audience,
sitting there, in uniform.

The kid with the most beautiful
and saddest eyes in the world,

sitting there,
dressed up like a soldier.

He had nowhere to go so
he volunteered to serve in the army.

I don't know if he did it so
I'd appreciate him more

or as revenge for my pacifism.

What an idiot, God.

What an idiot.
What does a fragile kid from France,

with the espresso and croissants
and Jacques Brel doing in the IDF?

Without even thinking
I brought him on stage.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it
for my son, the chocolate soldier.

The bonbon de chocolat.
He stood there for half an hour.

And I told everyone that I don't
know how to be a father,

I don't want to be a father,
I couldn't care less.

I keep putting him down,
like an idiot, babbling,

and the audience is in stitches.

Applause, they're laughing
and I put him down even more.

And this kid is standing there
and doesn't say a word.

Not a word.
He looks at me and smiles.

He's humiliated. Humiliated.

Because of me.

And for what?

For a bit more applause and laughter?

A bit more "Meni, I love you".

"Tell us more."

And now I'm here,

waiting for morning to find out

if my kid is dead or alive.

Bentzi, I'm begging you,

take me to him.

Please.

Third day October 8, 1973

2 Stations, this is 2,
we're going up the hill.

2B, follow me,
2A, be the lookout. Over.

This is 2B, straight ahead.

2, this is 2A, copy that.

How about some culture, Ben-Dror?
Sing us a song.

Yeah, sing us a song, Meni.

-You want a song?
-Sing.

Okay.

You wait for me and I'll be back.

You just wait.

You'll wait for me in the gloom,
From the heavy.

You'll wait when it's cold,
Wait in the heat.

You'll wait while others,
Will be forgotten.

You will wait even if
A letter doesn't come.

You will wait even if

You wait in vain...

Come on, get out.

There are dead bodies.

Be careful,
they could be booby-trapped.

Someone cover the rear.

Anyone in here?

Can we come in?
Is the place rigged?

Go in already, Bentzi.

-Medic.
-Meni! Meni!

-Melakhi?
-Meni!

Melakhi?

We need bandages!

Are you all right?

Hold the grenade. Make sure it
doesn't move. There's no catch on it.

-No catch, no catch, no catch.
-Where's Yoni?

Wounded men in here.
Wounded men!

-The safety catch is here.
-Look for catches on the ground.

Whoever finds a safety catch,
give it to me. Let's go.

Yoni? Yoni, are you all right, son?

He's alive, he's alive. Bentzi.

-Yoni's alive, Marco, Yoni's alive.
-Hold the grenade.

Yoni, are you alive?

-Yoni, my son. Come.
-Stretchers!

It's all right, Dad's here,
taking care of you.

-I'll help you.
-Slowly, let's go.

Pick him up.
Walk with me, walk with me.

Look for Marco.

You're alive. Dad's here.
You're all right.

Drink, my boy, drink.

Be careful, pick him up carefully.

-Take him out.
-Slowly.

-Come, Melakhi.
-Slowly.

Up we go. Hold me. Watch my arms.

Easy, easy. Easy with the leg.

We're going home.

-Yoni, are you all right?
-Yes.

You're okay, you're out.

Anyone got some water?
I need water over here.

You're alive.

Is that Melakhi? Melakhi!

Are you alive, Melakhi?

Bentzi, water!

You're okay, my boy, drink, drink.

We're together, my boy.
We're together.

Sulami, Sulami!

Is there a medic? Someone?

Gutterman! Is he alive?