01x10 - Episode 10

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-What are you doing here?
-Gabi, what are you doing here?!

I'm here on a field day.

Listen...

-I met him.
-Who?

Abu Ahmad.

I met him. I've reached them,
I'm deep inside the system.

They don't realize who I am.

-Doron--
-I can wipe him out right now.

-I could finish him, Gabi.
-Don't worry. I'm taking you home.

ARABIC
Warden!

You owe me for seeing you,
this early in the morning.

What brings you here?

I owe you one.

FYI, those are the best
hours of the day.

Don't you prefer
to interrogate him here?

No one will see him.

No, it's okay.
I'll do it in my facility.

In two hours we'll know who he is
and where he's from.

Well, I'll send you there
with two armed guards.

There's no need.
Just have him handcuffed.

Look.

He had these in his pockets.

Tell your guy
to quit snooping around us,

or he really will die
as a Shahid next time.

If you knew about it, why
didn't you tell me before I got here?

I didn't know.

Give me the red cell phone.

Do you realize that you're insane?
What do you think you're doing?

I'm one phone call away
from finishing Abu Ahmad.

Not when the Defense Minister
is having you arrested!

Gabi, I've delved really deep
into The Territories this past week.

-I met Abu Ahmad.
-How exactly?

He recruited me
as his su1c1de bomber.

You need a psychiatrist,
you're delusional.

Oh, yeah? Then why
did Abu Mahr arrest me?

Why did he arrest me?

He said you volunteered
for a Hamas operation.

There you go.
I hope you brought the red cell phone.

-It's here.
-Good.

Walid Al-Abed
gave it to me.

He's supposed to call and tell me
where they're picking me up.

-Doron, no one will believe that.
-You do.

Everyone knows that Abu Ahmad meets
with his martyrs before an att*ck.

What's your plan?
To blow yourself up with him?

Welcome to your luxury suite, sir.

You can order room service,
back rubs, courtesy of Gideon Avital.

You can also try to escape,
but you'll be sh*t.

I guess a tip is
out of the question, huh?

What do you say?

What do I say?

I say that trying out as a Hamas
su1c1de bomber - no one made it this far.

Neither our unit,
nor the Mossad or anywhere else.

It's worthless without the cell phone.

Your phone is in good hands,
relax.

-Gabi, let me finish the job.
-I'll see what I can do.

In the meantime, rest,
take a shower, order movies.

Go play with yourself. Here you go.

-Taufiq.
-Abu Halil.

Taufiq, my friend.

How are you?

Praise God. And you? Abu Halil is back
from the cold.

Are you kidding? Temperatures
in Amman reach 104 degrees.

You can hardly breathe there.

Did they give you
a hard time at the border?

No, praise God,
it went smoothly.

What I don't get is,
why they didn't suspect me.

Thank God they didn't.

Those damn Jews sh**t judges too,
not just children.

Praise God.

Guard this with extra care.

Think carefully
before you use it.

It's best
if you didn't use it at all.

Don't worry, Abu Halil.

It's all calculated.

Thank you for your help,
Abu Halil.

-Thank you.
-With all my love, brother.

You remind me of
when I was young,

my delightful youth,
before I started the business.

That's why I only trust family.
I trust no one else, Abu Halil.

Speaking of family,

the leaders in Amman
asked that I give you this.

That's all? Where's the rest?

That's what they gave me.

I guess our friends in Amman
forgot that we're suffering here.

They haven't forgotten.

They know full well
how much you sacrifice.

Abu Halil.

-Well well!
-How are you?

My dear Walid.

-When did you get back?
-Just now.

-How have you been?
-Fine, thank God.

Do you still stutter?

As a kid,
he didn't speak a word.

Not a single word.

I thought he was a mute.

What is it?

I couldn't find her.

I'll find her, don't worry.

It's a once in a lifetime sh*t,
no one has ever gone this deep.

He could call any minute,
do you know that?

And what's to guarantee that
Abu Ahmad would meet with Doron?

Abu Ahmad always meets
with his bombers before an att*ck.

He never passed it up
even when we were on his tail.

Gabi, you're no fool
and neither is he.

I'm fed up with that phantom
and his mutinous acts.

Me too, but he's in,
it's a fact, so let's use that.

-Are you trying to finish me?
-It could help us all, even you.

I won't risk the system
for some crazy adventure, Gabi.

The only one at risk is Doron Kabilio,
and he's willing to go for it.

The only place Doron Kabilio will go to
is prison.

After the operation.

There is no operation,
aren't you listening to me?!

I'm pulling the plug
on this guy's shenanigans.

What are you doing here? You disappeared on me.

I can't live without you.

I mean it, Gali,
I'm going crazy here.

Well... Is this good?

Should I get you some more?

This was behind the door
that you were supposed to break.

Still don't believe that your cousin
is in cahoots with the Jews?

She's a collaborator.

We don't know who did that.

Oh, must've been burglars
inside the house.

-Maybe Abu Samara did it.
-Or you!

-Me?
-Yes.

-Are you suspecting me?!
-Yes!

They got your cousin on their side,
perhaps your entire family, too.

-You think I'm a collaborator?
-Yes!

Stop defending her.

She just got back from France,
what do you know about her?

Everything.
I've known her all my life.

What if she had connections with
the damn Jews back in France?

How would you know?!

Where is she?

I don't know. I'll find her.

I'll leave no stone unturned.
She's a disgrace to our family.

Walid,
be a man and a Palestinian fighter. Clear your name by k*lling her
with your own bare hands.

Understood?

Shirin, open up.

-Open the door before I kick it in.
-Hold on.

We were in your apartment.

And?

You left quite a mess there.

They tried to k*ll me.

Why do you need
Amir Mahajne?

-What do you want from me?
-Abu Ahmad sent me.

Are you here to k*ll me?

As a kid, I'd wait for you to fly back
from Paris for the holidays

and take me to the park.

I love you.

Before you,
I never knew what love is.

Walid,
I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything,
just say "yes".

-"Yes"?
-Yes.

To what?

To marrying me.

Walid...

You don't need guys from the Palestine
Preventive Security to protect you.

I will protect you.

-It's your only chance to survive.
-That's no reason to get married.

Looks like a good reason to me.
No one would dare harm my wife.

-What about Abu Ahmad?
-Not even he. No one.

It's not enough.
You're still a kid to him.

Stop calling me a kid!

Shirin, do you trust me?

What do you say?

-About what?
-About being my wife.

-I have to think about it.
-Okay.

Think about it
as long as you need.

Alright.

Nassrin, the operation
went perfectly.

We need to examine the eye
in a day or two,

but I think it's safe to say
that Abir will be able to see.

Thank you.
Thank you, Doctor.

When can I take her home?

She needs to stay
for three or four days.

-Wow, that long?
-We need to examine,

to see that there is no infection,
that everything works.

If I take her to Nablus Hospital,
can I take her sooner?

Maybe in two days. She shouldn't
move so much before that.

Let's see how she's doing
in two days and then decide.

Thank you. Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you very much.

-You're welcome. All the best.
-Thank you.

My God...

Happy?

Praise Allah.

You know, you could end
this whole nightmare. You could be living in Berlin, Paris,
wherever you choose,

with your children
and Abu Ahmad.

Sure...

We don't want
your husband here,

and if we could arrange
to get him out of here

secretly and quietly,
it would be worth it to us.

And you'd k*ll him
the first chance you get.

Absolutely not.

He wouldn't be the first one
who gets paid to disappear.

He'd never go for it.

Neither would
your Defense Minister.

He already said "yes".

He's the father of my children.
I won't turn him in.

You want me to turn him in
for my children's sake, right?

As if you really care
about them.

You know how much
it would weaken him.

The poor man moves from
hideout to hideout like a rat.

You want us to leave for Berlin
so you could weaken him and k*ll him.

-It's for your children's sake.
-Do my children mean that much to you? Please, Captain Ayub,
I'm no fool.

HAMAS BUREAUS
NORTHERN RAMALLAH

I'm listening.

I've been thinking.

The Abu Ahmad of today
isn't the Abu Ahmad of yesterday.

Meaning?

He should be finished.

I won't stand in your way.

I'll tell you when and where,
and you'll catch him.

It's important that you do it
with your own hands.

You're the only one
who can get near him.

Put a b*llet through his brain
and make sure he's dead,

so that we end his
miraculous "resurrections".

-You expect me to k*ll him?!
-Who then?

-But I can't--
-Walid.

I won't do your work for you.

You're the only one
who can come near him.

Quietly. Without being noticed.

Take this.

An Israeli soldier sold it to us.

Are you with me?

Say that the house
was under att*ck

and that you managed
to get away,

but he wasn't as lucky,
and that the IDF k*lled him.

It'll be our secret

and we'll take it to our graves.

I know.

Abu Ahmad was a hero
to all of us,

but his prestige is being
diminished by his conduct.

He leaves us no choice.

-But I can't do it.
-Why not?

You know what?
Think of it this way:

You would be doing him a favor.

If he lives, he would be making
a fool of himself,

but if he dies
while we're at w*r with the Jews...

...his name won't be tarnished.

What is it, Abu Amir?

Hello?

-Are you alone?
-Yes.

My darling.
How is she?

She's in recovery.

The doctor said
she's a very lucky girl.

Her eye was completely saved.

God bless her doctor.

When will you be back?

I don't know.

Nassrin, we need to talk.

I can explain what happened.

I don't want
any explanations now.

-I just want my daughter to recover.
-Of course, God willing.

I miss her and Ahmad.

And I miss you too.

God willing.

-I'm going home.
-Sure thing.

As soon as you can,
of course.

I'm going back to Berlin
with the children.

What?

What do you mean?

I can't take this anymore.

This time Abir was lucky, but who
knows what will be next time?

Nassrin, but we're a family.

You can't just decide that
on your own. We'll talk.

My children deserve to live a normal life
and that won't be possible here.

I never had a normal life,
but I've dedicated my life

-to give my children a chance at normalcy.
-I know you have,

and I truly appreciate and respect
what you're doing,

but you've put me
in a tough spot.

I'm supposed to choose between
your life and my children's lives.

Nassrin, please, I beg you.

You've forgotten about us.
You've abandoned your children,

you were willing to sacrifice Abir.
Don't you realize that?

Nassrin, please,
let's just meet for five minutes.

Alright.

But it has to be
as soon as possible.

Fine.
Take the phone with you.

When you leave the hospital,
one of my men will tell you where to go.

Okay.

Allahu Akbar.

May the exalted Allah
receive my prayers

May the merciful Allah
bring peace upon us all.

Did you find her?

No.

I'll be right there.

You hear, Walid?

One day,
the Jews will catch me.

They're getting
closer and closer.

If not them,
it will be Abu Samara.

And if not Abu Samara,
then it'll be one of my men.

I want you to be prepared
to replace me.

You don't know
how hard it is to be me.

Walid, you are like a son to me.
You know that.

Do you know what this is?

What is it?

It's what the chosen one
will take with him tomorrow.

Abu Samara and his cowardly friends
will never see it coming.

-But what is it?
-You'll know soon enough.

You know that I never
keep anything from you,

but this time
it's for your own good.

I want you to trust me
completely.

Okay?

I'm not eating,
I'm chewing gum.

So go tell Mom.
Good thing we're divorced.

Too bad you can't divorce her,
that's true.

No, I'll be there
at around 9 p.m.

Gotta go.

Hello?

-Samah?
-No, I'm his brother. Samah isn't here.

He left this phone with me.
Who is it?

When will he be back?

In an hour.

I'll call again in an hour.

Alright.

Why an hour? I'm such an idiot,
why didn't I say "two hours"?

I'm your brother.

What?

I told the guy on the phone that
I'm your brother, so if he asks--

Yiftah, what's up?

No, there's a lamb chop
and rice in the fridge.

But don't warm it up
in the microwave oven, okay?

You can microwave the rice,
but warm the lamb chop in a pan.

I know, you've got
basketball practice at 6:30 p.m.

It doesn't matter
if he's taller than you,

if you push him with your butt,
he'll miss the hoop.

Okay, buddy,
I gotta go.

Oh, and don't put ketchup on it,
or I'll k*ll you.

Bye, Yiftah, buddy.

Hello?

I'm Samah.

I'm sorry,
it won't happen again.

Do you understand that you
must follow our exact orders?

I do, I apologize.

No problem.

Now, listen carefully.

Tomorrow at 10 a.m,
be at the old market in Beitunia.

Wait there, someone will pick you up.
Understood?

Understood.

Don't say your goodbyes
to anyone.

-Don't do anything out of the ordinary.
-Okay.

May Allah be with you.

Goodbye.