01x09 - The Abyss

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Goddammit, the entire valley is
covered with Syrian tanks!

They've bridged across the trenches
and are making their way over.

-Yoni, loaded?
-Loaded.

Squash head shell on?

Meni, how many tanks are there?

Dozens.
A hundred, maybe more.

How can we screw all of them?

Marco!
Squash head shell on?

f*ck this, they threw us to the dogs.

Enough! Enough!
Marco, on?

Marco, are you on target?!
Marco, answer me! Are you on?

-Invisible.
-Start climbing, Melakhi.

I'll only fire on whoever's moving,
so we don't waste shells on carcasses.

Advance. More, more, more.

More.

Easy does it.

-On.
-Stop!

-Yoni, hold on tight.
-f*ring!

Bullseye. Hit.

Excellent, another one.
Hurry.

-Yoni, where's the shell?
-What's going on?

There has to be a shell in the barrel
at all times. We're in f*ring position.

-Yoni, hurry up!
-On.

-Hurry!
-Meni. put me on target!

Yoni, dammit, get a shell in there!

Hurry, hurry. Shove it in.
Say "loaded."

They're sh**ting at us!
What's going on over there?

-Put a shell in already!
-Come on!

-Open the safety catch.
-Loaded.

-Fire.
-f*ring!

Yes! He's on fire!

Marco, a quarter to the right,
he's turning towards us.

-Put me on target.
-Hurry up!

-Come on!
-Hold on.

-Yoni, hurry!
-What's going on?

-He's f*ring at us, Meni.
-Melakhi, back up now!

Melakhi, back up now!

-Loaded.
-Wait, let us destroy him.

-Melakhi, back up now.
-f*ring!

-Target!
-Melakhi, back up!

They're sh**ting at us!

Pull back, Melakhi.

Pull back!

Go, go!

Stop.

Yoni, are you okay?

The person who invented these ramps
deserves the Israeli prize.

-I...
-You got it?

-I get it now.
-Good.

-CO to Tahini 2.
-Who's Tahini? Us?

-I guess we're Tahini.
-Us?

This is Tahini, over.

The Syrians are coming your way.
Go back to the ramps. Over.

Copy that. Melakhi,

get back on the ramp,
they're coming this way.

No, Meni, we can't
get back on the ramp,

all barrels are on us.

We'll go up, fire, and
come back down for cover.

-Let's go, back to the ramp.
-f*ck, what for?

Marco, enough.
Melakhi, get back on.

2 this is CO.
To your North is the 'Adir' garrison,

we are situated to your South
on the dominating ridge.

You must block the axis at all costs,
I repeat. Block the axis!

Otherwise they'll overtake us.
Over and out.

-The fate of the country is on us?
-Marco, on?

Marco, are you on target?

-On.
-Melakhi, Stop!

-Fire.
-f*ring!

-Another one!
-Target!

-Another one!
-Loaded!

-On!
-Fire!

f*ring!

-Damn, they're like a swarm of ants.
-On.

-Loaded!
-f*ring!

-It's a hit. On to the next!
-Another one!

Loaded, let's go!

Let's screw the f*ckers!
On!

-Fire!
-f*ring!

Bullseye.
Way to go, Yoni! Way to go!!

-That's my boy.
-Way to go.

-Loaded.
-On!

f*ring!

-Marco.
-What?

-Marco, your left.
-Loaded!

-On.
-Fire.

-Fire!
-It's not f*ring!

-What!?
-I loaded another shell.

-The shell is jammed.
-Load another, Yoni!

What's going on?

The shell is jammed,
get me a shell extractor!

Marco, quick, he's aiming for us,
fire already!

Yoni, put it in between
the rim and the bolt.

-Which one's the bolt?
-That small thing!

It's advancing, it's aiming at us!
Yoni, what's going on!?

I can't focus when you are
shouting at me,

tell me exactly what to do!

-Just get it out of there!
-Take the shell out!

Good.
Shove it in again.

-Open the safety catch!
-Loaded, loaded!

-f*ring!
-Target!

Melakhi, back up. Back up now!

Melakhi, back!

Go, go!

Fast!

More, more, more.

Panthers, we burnt the post.

Sons of b*tches!

Stop.

Meni, look right.
New T62s.

They're covering the fields,
the entire green area.

Yeah, I see, I see.

CO, this is Tahini.

The valley's been breached,
they seized the entire area.

Hundreds of Syrian tanks
and infantry coming our way.

-It's over. This is too much to handle.
-2, copy that.

You must hold on to the ramp.

Switch positions,
and block the axis.

The axis must be blocked! Over.

Copy that. Over.

Melakhi, advance.

Go to the second post on the left.

Faster.
A bit to left.

Now break right, all the way.
Right! f*ring!

Good.

Are you on target?

Loaded!

Driver, you see the
bus stop up ahead?

-Affirmative.
-Stop there.

We have to get off here.
Driver, stop.

Make it fast, you have two minutes.
I'm covering you.

I left him here,
he was lying on the rock.

That's his blood.

Yoav...

He's here.

-Dafna.
-What?

There's a trail of blood here.

It continues.

Where are you going?

Come back!

Over there.

Dafna wait.
Be careful...

-The blood trail stops here.
-Avinoam,

you said he couldn't move, right?

But he dragged himself.

That means he's alive.

Don't move, stay here.

-What?
-Sh...

Hurry! Move, move!

Take him down!

-Bring him!
-Get down you dog!

Get down!

Move here!

What?

-The Syrians captured the half-track.
-What?

Dafna, we...

I have to try and save them.

-I'm coming with you.
-No, no. I need your r*fle.

-I'm coming with you, Avinoam.
-No, you're not.

I promised Yoav that I'd keep you safe.

You know what they do to women
in captivity?

I can't let that happen to you.

For Yoav, give me your r*fle.

Trust me, I'll be fine.

We don't have time,
give me the r*fle.

Now run.

I'll be fine. Run.

Look for somewhere to hide.

Go hide already!

Everyone down!
Don't sh**t, take him alive!

Hands up! Don't move!
Take him alive!

Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

-Come!
-Don't sh**t, don't sh**t!

-Get down! On your knees!
-I surrender, I surrender!

Hands up!

I surrender!

Move!

On the ground! Now!

Blindfold him! Don't move!

Tie his hands!

-Loaded.
-f*ring!

It's a hit!
Keep it up.

Keep it up. Yoni, load!
I am on it!

-Fire!
-Let's go!

-Wait.
-Faster!

-Say "loaded"!
-Marco, fire!

Yoni?
Hurry up Yoni!

-We're out of shells.
-What?

Yoni, check on the right,
there should be more.

-Yoni, what's going on?
-Damn. Move, move!

-No shells!
-I'm telling you, we're all out!

f*ck, we're empty.

-f*ck!
-Let's get outta here!

Tahini stations,
I'm on an empty stomach.

Who can give us some candy? Over.

This is CO. Tahini, stay where you are.

Hold down the ramp at
all costs, use the machine g*ns.

As long as you're on the ramp,
the Syrians think you're armed.

-That will stall them.
-Copy that?

Copy that. Over.

What did he say?
-Meni, talk to us.

What?

They want us to stay
and use all the...

light amm*nit*on we have,
or else it's all over.

We've been hearing it's over
for three days now...

If they seize 87, it's over,
if we don't fight, it's over.

This f*ckin' country,
they keep playing with us.

Let's disobey the order
and get the hell outta here!

I don't want to hear any of that!

What are we supposed to do, Meni?
Sit here and wait till we blow up!?

Let's wait to die.

Melakhi, back up a little. Go.

Stop.

We could get out of the t*nk,
maybe it's safer.

Yoni, if the Syrians see us jumping out,
they'll spray us and seize the ramp.

He's right.
The safest place for now is in the t*nk.

So it's best we stay in the t*nk,

we'll be protected in here.
Close your hatch.

Close the hatch?

If the Syrian tanks can
keep their hatches closed,

Meni Ben-Dror can close hatches too!

-Meni.
-Yes.

You know what they taught us in
training about the Syrian Tiran tanks?

No.

The only difference between the
Tirans and target barrels

is that the barrels
don't make a run for it.

And we laughed our heads off,
mocking them.

You see the Syrians making a run for it?

Do they look like target barrels to you?
No.

'Cause the Syrians are brave.

They have better binoculars than us,

and night vision gear
that we don't have.

Where are you going
with this, Melakhi?

They only make one mistake.

They were taught one mistake.

They fight with closed hatches.

Their peri-telescope has
a limited range, narrow angle.

They have no idea what's going on
right next to their tanks.

Their hatches are closed.

But yours truly here fight
with open hatches.

So?

We don't have to fight them
at f*ring range,

we need to get right
in between them.

They don't know their way
around the terrain.

Meni, open hatches,
direct me to the gathering zone.

Are you out of your mind?

Whoa, Melakhi, Melakhi!

Son of a bitch.

Break left. Left, left.

What a bastard...

Give it all you got, Melakhi.
More, more, more.

That's it. Stop, stop.

Go.

Dog!

Go!

Don't move.

Shut up!

Zionist dog!

Can I have some water?

Shut up, you son of a bitch!

I don't want to hear anyone breath.
No one sleeps here!

Shut up!

If anyone opens his mouth
I k*ll all of you.

Sons of a b*tches.

Excuse me.

-How long have you been here?
-Leave me alone.

Was there someone here named Yoav?

Leave me alone!

Anyone see an officer
by the name of Yoav?

Who's talking?

Who's talking?

You animal!

You dog!

Next time will be worse.

Dog.

Shut up. Son of a bitch!

Shut up, sons of b*tches!

We will k*ll you today!

I'll k*ll all of you today!

Did they interrogate you already?

No. I'm not a pilot.

I'm not a pilot.

No one prepared me for this,
I can't say anything.

God forbid they find out
everything I know...

-What do they do during questioning?
-We're not allowed to talk.

That's it.

We're not allowed to talk.

We're not allowed to talk.

I'm not a pilot.
I'm not a pilot.

We're not allowed to talk.
We're not allowed to talk.

Quiet! I see that you missed the stick.
You missed me b*ating?

Guys.

t*nk crews.

t*nk crews, get over here.

Listen.

t*nk crews!

Guys, listen up.

We have to forget
everything we were taught.

The Syrians are out there
with hundreds of tanks,

massive a*tillery.

They're sending m*llitary reserve,
they don't give a f*ck.

We don't stand a chance
if we stay on the ramps.

They're taking us out
like sitting ducks.

Luckily the Syrians are
making one mistake,

one mistake we weren't prepared for,

they're fighting with closed hatches.

Their commander sits inside.

He doesn't see left or right,

which means we have to change
our approach.

We have to change
our fighting perception.

We have to roll into them.
Fight from behind,

from the sides,
crush them from within.

Face to face combat against 150 tanks?

-You got it, bro.
-Melakhi is right.

If we go bumper to bumper, they
won't see a thing, we'll see it all.

We'll screw them from inside.

Guys, the Syrians will be on
the ridge in a minute.

And then, that's it.

They're on the highway to Jerusalem,
headed towards my mother,

and your mother, and your mother.

Whoever has the guts to join us,
welcome.

Get on my frequency,

we'll be on 37/80.

Guys, I'm with them.

We can infiltrate from the foliage
right into the valley.

Let's do this.

Get the tanks ready!

Come guys, let's unload the jeep.

Let's go, Bentzi.

Gimme that.

Come on.

Melakhi, remember the judge's wife?

Averbuch, from Rehavia.

What about her?

The bitch filed a complaint.

Against your mom? She's been
working for her for 20 years...

That woman eats for lunch
what my brothers and I eat in a week

and she whined to the cops
that her sl*ve stole her candlesticks.

They wanted to lock her up.

My mom.

Remember what we did with
the mice at the deputy mayor's?

How could I forget?

I scattered 1,000 mice in his house.

We didn't understand how my mom
got us out on bail.

Remember?

She got us out with those candlesticks.

They wanted to lock her up, Melakhi.

Because of me.

I swear on everything I hold dear,
me and the cops had an agreement.

They gave me their word
they wouldn't touch a hair on your head.

They said, Marco,
toss us a few crumbs.

And we'll close your mom's case.

Crumbs?

Crumbs, Marco?

They knew things about me
that my mom doesn't know.

Don't you know them?

Those sons of b*tches,

they extorted me,
they had me by the balls.

First they say "crumbs,"
then they screw you over.

And I'm in this w*r bleeding for them
like some chump.

I got it.

Listen, kid,

you're my son,
but I don't know you at all.

You get that?
You came knocking one day,

"Here I am."

Who are you? I don't know you,
I don't know what you like,

Í don't know what your hobbies are,
I don't know...

if you have a girlfriend,
if you have love.

But what you...

taught me these past couple days...

no one taught me before.

I thank you for that, I do.

I love you, son.

I love you.

I hear you

and I'm happy...

that you're going through this, but...

I'm telling you,
it could take me some time.

But I love you too.

Take your time, kid.

Take as much time as you need.

You ready, Meni?

Ready and awaiting your
command, commander.

Take this out.

Let's go.

Where are you going, Melakhi?
No, no, you didn't get me.

Ready and awaiting your
command, commander.

Get up there.

Me, a t*nk commander?
I'm a driver. Get on. Yoni, get in.

Listen, I'm driving.
This was your idea, so get up there.

Meni, we're going to maneuver
among all those Syrian tanks,

only I can do that.

You know I'm the best driver in the IDF.

I don't care.

This was your idea,
only you can manage it.

Now stop wasting time, get up there

and start commanding this t*nk,
I'm driving.

Don't look at me, take charge.

Do you even know
how to drive this t*nk?

This is not the decrepit cars
you're used to.

Look who grew some balls.
Get up there already!

I led a whole regiment of Sherman tanks
when you were just a sperm.

-What's the deal?
-I'm commander, Ben-Dror is driving.

You got it made.

Black panthers and white panthers,

may God watch over us.

-Ben-Dror!
-Yeah?

At Commander Melakhi's orders,

close hatches and start the engine.

Oh no,

is this blood yours?

That's what you think of me?
It was the guy's before us.

I guess this t*nk isn't so lucky...

-We'll be fine.
-Starting engine.

The gas pedal is on the right, bro.

Everything's changed here.

It wasn't like this in the Mule Corps...

Alush stations, this is CO.

Bentzi, you are no. 2,
file after me back to the valley. Over.

CO this is Bentzi.
Copy that, I'm Alush 2.

Following your trail.
Over and out.

This is 3, copy.

This is CO Alush. Prepare for combat,
panthers. Over.

Husni.

Sit down, pilot.

I'm not a pilot.

Sit down, don't be scared.

Husni, help him.

Welcome.

"The best to the air force," no?

Isn't that what you say?

I already told you,
I'm not a pilot.

Pity, isn't it?

Don't you prefer to skip all that?

I swear, I'm not a pilot,
my overalls is...

Forget what they taught you
in pilot captivity class.

It won't help you.

Even if you don't talk now,

you will talk in half an hour,

and if not, then in an hour,

two hours.

In the end, you'll talk.

The only question is, at what cost.

I'm in no rush.

You must be saying to yourself,
I'll hold out,

I'll be a hero.

No one is a hero.

Right, Husni?

Yes, sir.

This guy,
he's crazy.

Let him play with his toys
and he's as happy as a kid.

This is his favorite toy,
right, Husni?

What do you call it?

Electricity.

But...

you don't have to be a hero,

no need.

You didn't decide to start this w*r.

Your leaders did that.

Golda, Dayan, Eshkol.

What do they care?

They're in an office
drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette.

You want a cigarette?

We didn't start the w*r.

You didn't start it?

Speak up.

Don't be afraid.

As if it will help me, huh?
You'll hit me anyways.

I'll hit you?

Why would I hit you?
I have a son your age.

You hit me already.

How do you know Arabic?

I was born in Morocco.

Morocco.

You see?

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Those Zionists,
where did they come from?

Do you know?

They came from Europe.

They have nothing to do
with this region.

But you and I,

our grandmothers sang us
the same songs.

"Alush, your mother, will soon be back,

Alush, let me rest a bit."

Remember?

Our language,

the language of the Middle East.

Didn't we all get along
here in Syria?

In Iraq?
In Yemen?

In Morocco?

We lived together for years.

We were great neighbors.

We even prayed to the same God.

Am I right?

Until those worthless Zionists arrived

and made problems
for us and for you.

We started it?

Us?

My family is from Umm el-Qanatir.

The Golan Heights, to you.

Where is Umm el-Qanatir now?

Where?

With the smell of dew
in the morning.

As a kid, I'd go to the
orchard with my father.

It was the best known in the region.

The scent of the trees, the lemons,

God, what a nice scent.

The yellow color of the lemons
was blinding.

When Father picked a lemon

he would caress it
as if it were one of his children.

Up until five years ago.

Then Dayan, Eshkol and Rabin came

and razed the entire area.

Instead they built bases
of soldiers and tanks.

My family scattered all over,
all over!

One brother in Damascus,
one brother in Daraa,

and my mother and father,

their hearts broke.

Father d*ed from sorrow,

Mother became a body without a soul.

We started?

Us?

You made me and my children refugees.

We lived in camps with Palestinian
refugees who were driven out in '48.

Because of the Naqba,
you did that to them too.

You were in Morocco.

It's only them,

the scumbag Zionists.

They caused all these problems.

Between you and us.

Well, Mr. Pilot?

Do you want to talk
like two human beings?

Like brothers?

Or do you want to let Husni
have some fun?

I swear, I'm not a pilot.

I serve in the armored corps,
I only know about tanks.

Do you really think I'll believe

the nonsense the Zionist army
instructed you to tell me?

Is this how you disrespect me?

Husni...

You know what to do.

No, no, no, no need.

No need, no.

Please.

No, no...

No.