02x07 - Episode 7

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Okay, and what did you do?

Nothing.

What are you in for?

They claim I was a member of

the tunnel-digging unit in Gaza.

Are you Gazan?

I noticed a slight accent.

Are you Bedouin?

Not in the least.

Besides, what's with all the questions?

Do you know who I am?

No. Am I supposed to know?

I'm Walid Al-Abed.

Nice to meet you. I'm Mohammed Deif.

I'm serious.

Stop it, don't play games.

What's your real name?

I told you, my name is Walid Al-Abed.

You're Walid Al-Abed?

Hamas' m*llitary wing

commander in the West Bank?

That's right.

What an honor. I can't believe it.

My friends from the unit will never

believe I shared a cell with you.

- So you're one of ours.

- Of course I am.

I'm a relative of Abu

Al-Abed, AKA Ismail Haniyeh.

I hope you're not a politician like him.

No, pal. As you can see, I

have the hands of a farmer.

- Or rather a tunnel-digger.

- Exactly.

How did you get arrested?

You know, somebody ratted me out.

The "songbirds."

What family did you say you're from?

Shamasna.

And what's your name?

Ahmad.

Ahmad Shamasna.

"In the name of God, the

Compassionate and Merciful.

Lord of all the worlds.

Ruler on the Day of Reckoning.

You alone do we worship.

Guide us on the straight path,

the path of those who

have received your grace,

not the path of those who

have brought down wrath,

nor of those who wander astray."

- Good morning, Madame Shirin.

- Good morning, Amos.

Did you sleep well?

Everything's fine.

I'm making idjeh. You

know what idjeh is?

Of course.

- Want some?

- Yes, thanks.

Where'd you learn to speak Arabic?

What do you mean, where?

I was born in Baghdad.

My wet nurse was Arab.

But you don't have a Baghdadi accent.

Were you also like him?

- Define "like him."

- An undercover operative.

My dear

We each have our own past.

Let's eat.

Ever been to Baghdad?

No, it's too dangerous.

Dangerous? It was an awesome city.

We all lived there

together, Arabs and Jews.

It was the best place on earth.

So that's why you're

both half Arab, half Jew?

That's right, my dear.

I'm an Arab-Jew.

What are you reading?

"Anna Karenina."

Tolstoy in Arabic?

So

Wanna go for a drink later?

There's a bar near my place.

- I'm too tired.

- Just for a quick beer.

I'd have to drive home afterwards

Well, you could

you could sleep over at my place.

- Sagi

- What?

We're friends, right?

Yep, we're friends.

- Why the long face, cutie?

- Leave him alone.

- What did I do?

- Knock it off, Herzl.

What are you reading, "Pinocchio"?

- Yes.

- He dies in the end.

Sagi.

You didn't know about

Nurit's thing, huh?

- What thing?

- With Moreno.

I'm such a moron.

Don't b*at yourself up.

- Thanks, bro.

- Go get ready.

Eli, we're still waiting.

Everything's quiet.

I've ID'd a patrol car.

Attention, there's a Palestinian

Authority patrol car not far from you.

It's patrolling the entire area.

Roger.

Here he comes.

Be back here in an hour.

- Eli, he's entering her house.

- Don't go in until he leaves.

Let him f*ck her, it'll relax him.

Remember, this is a peaceful abduction.

The patrol car is

driving into their street.

Doron, the PA patrol car is approaching.

I'm on it.

Hello, guys. Is there a problem?

Everything's fine.

License and registration.

What's he doing?

- Let's get out there.

- Give him a second.

Here you go, pal.

Doron, tap twice if we're good to go.

- Palestinian Preventive Security agent?

- I am.

We're busy here. Do you need anything?

You know what? I need some help.

Drive to the Clock Square.

If you see a red Volkswagen,

clear the street so it

can speed through it, okay?

Yes, sir. We're under your command.

Thanks, pal.

Goodbye.

Well?

Everything's cool.

What's taking him so long?

What's wrong with a little foreplay?

The package is out, awaiting pickup.

You have clearance.

Sagi, you're with me.

Excuse me, got a light?

I don't smoke.

Let's go.

Hey, Abu Samara. What's up, buddy?

Care for an after-sex smoke?

Tough guys, huh?

Peace be upon you, Abu Samara.

How do you like your coffee?

Black or with sugar?

Look, Abu Samara,

I don't have much time.

You have two options: You

either cooperate with us

or you go to jail.

Captain Ayub,

don't bust my balls.

What do you want?

Tell me everything you

know about Al Makdasi.

Al Makdasi?

Today everyone calls himself Al Makdasi.

I see.

Nidal Awdallah. Know him?

I'm not some kid you can

thr*aten to send to jail.

You want a Shahid? I'll be

one. It would be an honor.

I'm Hamas, in case you forgot.

Not one of your Fatah collaborators.

Greetings to you, Shahid.

I don't recall seeing

you sh**ting at us.

I only remember you hiding in Rafidia,

at our last entrance into the city.

Shahid Shahid, my ass.

There are soldiers and

there's the higher command.

What's the word in Hebrew?

"A m*llitary leader"?

I'm not like you, Captain Ayub,

stuck in the same place for 15 years.

I'm a m*llitary leader.

I'll show you what

kind of leader you are.

Check out these photos I got.

You're really photogenic, you know?

Do you, Abu Samara? Your

curly hair is lovely.

Same as the curly hair on your back.

I get these photos every Thursday.

Today is Thursday, Thursday

Welcome back, Thursday, welcome back

She's pretty. What's her name?

Now, listen to me.

Nobody knows about this

meeting, not even your mistress.

You either help me with the

guy who calls himself Al Makdasi

or Al Arabiya News will be broadcasting

your photos with this pretty lady.

I have no contact or

communication with Nidal.

He does whatever he wants.

He calls us traitors.

You can take him down for all I care.

We already told him

he's no longer Hamas.

If you don't want his !sis friends

coming here, you'd better act fast,

but I can't help you.

I'm not a traitor.

If you want to take him

down, that's your business.

Now listen. This is

how it's gonna go down:

You'll contact him and say that you

want him to replace Walid Al-Abed

as Hamas' m*llitary wing

commander in the West Bank.

You'll set up a meeting with him,

saying you want to appoint him.

Didn't you hear what I just

said? I'm not a traitor.

Just like you didn't betray

Abu Ahmad and your wife

and your friend Samir Taha

who's doing life in prison

because he wouldn't rat you out

and now you're f*cking

his wife every morning.

Did you honestly think

I didn't know who she is?

You truly have no fear of God.

Here. I've put Um Nidal's

phone number in this phone.

We'll know when you've called her.

Are you a man?

No.

A woman?

Well, obviously.

You could be an object.

I told you, only people.

Are you an animated character? Popeye?

No, bro, I told you, I'm a woman.

- Who then, Miri Regev?

- You're crazy.

Why Miri Regev?

Tell me,

what's it like being the

m*llitary wing commander?

- What do you mean?

- I mean,

it must be a great honor.

I bet your family, friends,

women, really admire you.

Yep.

But what's it worth if

I never get to see them?

Yep.

Say,

out of all your operations,

which are you most proud of?

Did you seriously just ask that?

Listen, you don't have to answer

if it makes you uncomfortable.

Were you really a member

of the m*llitary wing?

Of course.

Why?

Forget it, forget it.

- Any more questions?

- All done.

Return to your bunks!

Get up!

Wait Easy now

Son of a bitch!

Hands against the wall!

Watch him!

- Be quiet.

- You dog!

- You dog!

- Calm down.

Calm down. Excuse me.

- What is it?

- His glasses.

- Um Nidal is here.

- Let her in.

- Peace be upon you.

- Upon you be peace.

- How are you?

- Praise God.

Um Nidal, you know how

dear the Sheikh was to me

and how much I love the

entire Awdallah family,

but Nidal won't settle down.

He doesn't listen to anyone,

neither to me nor to the leadership.

- He's hindered the movement.

- He's made a mistake. He knows that.

I know there's some friction

between him and the movement.

I know you're all angry at him,

but I have to remind you, Abu Samara,

my son Nidal was raised

in the lap of the movement.

He admired the Sheikh

and all he wanted was to

be part of the movement.

Do you know why we had to meet here?

Because of your son. We're

all hiding because of him.

He's still young and all he wanted

was revenge. That's why he did it.

I beg you, Abu Samara,

for my sake and for

the sake of the Sheikh,

don't harm my son.

God forbid, Um Nidal.

I'd never do that.

Talk to him. He's like a son to you.

He'll do whatever you say.

Nidal

I have some news that's

more important than the game.

Listen to me.

Abu Samara met with Mom.

He wants to meet with you.

Mom spoke with Abu

Samara? Who asked her to?!

You should be grateful to her.

He needs you and your men, Nidal.

It's a great opportunity for us.

Samir, my dear,

I know that your intentions are good,

but forget about Abu Samara.

We don't need Abu Samara. Forget it.

We have money, we're

all set, praise God.

What's that?

Look.

It helps you see clearly at night.

Don't turn it on.

No way

Give this to Mom and Marwa.

You got this from !sis?

Do they want you to carry

out an att*ck on their behalf?

Yes.

But first they want a

video of my swear-in.

Do you realize what this would mean?

You'd be betraying Hamas.

- Samir

- Don't "Samir" me!

Why !sis, huh?

You want all our Shahid father d*ed for

to disappear in the blink of an eye?

And for whom? For those animals?!

You expect me to wait around

for Abu Samara and his men?

You know what your leadership did

when Assad bombed the Muslims in Syria?

They all fled to Qatar, to

five-star hotels with hot tubs.

The ones you call

"animals" were the only ones

who took up weapons and

defended the Muslims,

the only ones who said we must

k*ll those who are k*lling us.

They went there and fought,

they waited for no one!

Nidal, this isn't

Syria, this is Palestine,

where our father created a

well-established movement,

and you're spitting in his

face instead of repaying him.

They're the ones who spat in my face!

They exiled me!

I don't even get why

you're fighting for Hamas.

You're the one who wants out,

I'm the one who's staying.

Come on, Nidal, I'm asking

you, for the sake of Um Nidal.

It's an opportunity for both of us.

Meet with him, what's the

worst that could happen?

Al Makdasi thinks he's about to be made

the new m*llitary wing commander,

but he's in for a big surprise.

Estimated time of arrival:

After midday prayers, at about 1:00 p.m.

Location: The Kasbah in Nablus.

You all know what I'm talking about.

Not far from there, near

the mosque, a few years back,

is where the Al-Aqsa Martyrs'

Brigades k*lled Yaniv,

so be extra alert.

Be advised that evacuation

could take quite some time

due to all the alleyways

and density of the area.

Remember, it's the

shittiest area of Nablus.

We worked hard on this intel.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime intel.

Stay focused.

NABLUS, THE KASBAH

I'm ready.

I'm ready.

I'm here.

300, got eye contact with Sagi?

Affirmative.

Keep a lookout on the east

side, Ali Hassan Street.

Al Makdasi is estimated to arrive.

This is 300. Affirmative.

Let me know if I can go in or not.

Sure.

Keep your eyes open, I don't

know what's in store for us.

According to the drone footage,

the alleyways are clean.

Keep your eyes open, vehicles are

arriving from different directions.

Abu Samara is here. Doron,

at your nine o'clock.

They're going in.

- Peace be upon you.

- Upon you be peace.

- How are you?

- Praise God.

I need the place for one hour,

- I'm meeting with someone.

- Yes, sir.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Damn it

Put your faith in God.

Nurit, someone's coming

towards you from the west,

bearded, wearing a gray shirt.

Keep on him, he could be a t*rror1st.

He passed me.

- ID him for me.

- Ten seconds.

Nizar Abu Rmeile, Hamas activist.

Attention: The bearded guy

with the cap is probably armed,

likely there to clear

the way for Al Makdasi.

Keep your eyes open and stay alert.

Eli, he's on the phone.

I can see that. Keep a

lookout on the street.

- Peace be upon you.

- Upon you be peace.

What are you doing here?

- Waiting for a friend, why?

- Who's your friend?

Sagi, tap if you've been exposed.

What is it, pal?

What's your name? What

are you doing here?

Take it easy, man, it's cool.

Nice save.

Two guys with black caps approaching

you. Eli, clearance to fire?

Negative, 300, only if

you have definite ID.

Got a light?

What's your name?

- Munir.

- Munir what?

Munir what?

He's been exposed! Get in there, Doron!

- Munir what?

- You ask too many questions.

Doron, go in there, he's been exposed!

Hands up!

300, they need covering

fire! Stay with them!

Allahu Akbar!

Get outta there!

Steve, go in there now! The

whole village is attacking them!

Back off!

Back off!

God damn it f*cking son of a bitch!

What the hell happened to you?

- It was my lighter. Thanks.

- Don't thank me, you moron.

- He got away because of you!

- Doron, f*ck off! f*ck off!

- Don't talk to me like that!

- Why were you kicked out of

- that 1-2-3-4 unit of yours?

- Doron, what's your problem?

- Stay out of this!

- Don't tell me to stay out of this!

Shut up and butt out!

Who the hell do you think you are?

How many of our men got

k*lled because of you?

This is your personal

story, Doron, admit it.

It's all about you and your vendettas.

My vendettas? They're our vendettas!

So that they don't k*ll me,

you and your friend here,

who should be thanking me for

saving his life, and so should you!

"Your friend got away"

Ayub, you son of a bitch!

Nidal, you piece of sh*t!

I'm so f*cked!

Drive to house number

five, have it guarded 24/7,

and get all of Walid's

men there, you hear?

So ?

Cut it out, Nurit, I don't

need you to defend me.

- Come on, tell me.

- Tell you what?

What happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

You panicked?

Yeah, a little.

It can happen to anyone, and it does.

Nurit, it shouldn't happen

to anyone, certainly not to me

and certainly not when we're there

to take down a t*rror1st, okay?

Stop tripping, it happens to everyone.

He asks me for a light

and my lighter won't work.

I keep trying and trying,

and my hand starts

shaking right in his face

and I can tell the bastard is on to me,

I know he's gonna k*ll me.

Then m*therf*cking Doron swoops in,

sh**t him in the head, I

get sprayed with his blood,

and then he humiliates me in front

of everyone. Who needs this sh*t?!

- I didn't sign up for this.

- Welcome.

- Is that it? "Welcome"?

- Yes. Don't be a p*ssy.

That's how it is here.

Doron saved your life and already

forgot what happened there.

Let it go. We make

mistakes and we move on.

Here.

For the blood, not the tears.

In the name of the all merciful God,

praise be to God, Lord of the worlds,

Please send Your Peace and Blessings

to Your most beloved and chosen Prophet,

to his family members

and to all his companions.

I hereby declare

that I, Abu Seif Al Makdasi,

pledge my allegiance to

the Emir of the believers,

Abu Uthman Al-Basrawi.

I swear to heed and obey,

be it by will or by force,

for better or for worse.

I swear to never object to his rule

as long as it does not constitute

direct heresy towards God.

And as God is my witness,

I hereby declare the establishment

of a state within Palestine

that will be subjected

to !sis from here on out.

With the help of God,

our actions will soon echo

throughout the mosques of Palestine

and enter the hearts of the believers.

They're going to k*ll Samir.

I can't take it anymore!

- Man, does it stink in there.

- It'll be over soon, buddy.

We have to push him.

- That piece of sh*t won't cr*ck.

- Then push him harder.

We're running outta time.

Nidal pledged his allegiance to

!sis, he's planning something big.

If I push him too

hard, he'll be on to me.

I'll head back now.

- Hold on.

- What?

- I gotta fix you up.

- Fix me up?

Make it look like you were being

interrogated, not enjoying a pizza!

Would you rather Tzairi did it?

Crap okay, you do it.

Good boy

Please, not the nose.

Don't worry.

Ahmad.

Sit down.

Those sons of b*tches

They b*at the sh*t out of me.

Thanks.

Did those animals hang you upside down?

No. Wish they did.

They b*at me up. And

then they tied me up.

Did they ask you about me?

No.

So what was the interrogation about?

- About the Hamas tunnels and !sis.

- !sis?

They said that Sheikh Awdallah's son

swore allegiance to !sis.

The Jews are afraid of him.

But you mustn't believe

the Jews, they're all liars.

Did they show you an actual clip?

Yes, they did. Okay, and?

And what?

What did he say? Was it

really the Sheikh's son?

Why, do you know him?

I did, back when we were

kids. He was one of ours.

- You mean, Hamas?

- Yes.

The Sheikh's son tried to save

me from the bitch who sold me out.

We're talking too much, Ahmad Shamasna.

This place is full of "songbirds."

Hi.

Hi.

Are you mad at me?

Why would I be?

I don't know.

You look angry.

Say,

don't you ever get confused between

being Amir Mahajne and Doron Kabilio?

I'd go insane.

It's hard to explain.

Try.

When I'm on your turf,

I feel more at ease.

No pressure on me.

I'm just Amir.

- But it's a lie.

- No, it's not a lie.

It's easier for me there.

- It feels real.

- Real? How?

Everything you told me was a lie.

What I feel towards you isn't a lie.

You said you're from the

Palestinian Preventive Security,

but look at what you actually do.

You said you were single,

but you're married, with two kids.

I called you Amir.

I slept with Amir.

How were you planning

to get out of this lie?

- I was gonna level with you.

- When?

After Hamas k*lled me

or after you got me pregnant?

- Well

- How could you live with yourself?

How can you live with yourself

now when you look at me?

Nobody knew about our relationship.

I swear by my children's lives.

Nobody ordered me to love you.

It was a secret and it still is.

- Do you even realize what you've done?

- I didn't mean for this to happen.

There's a reason why I'm here with you

and that's why you're in

my home, here, with me.

Come on.