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The sky was perfect blue.

The day was wonderful, and the olive harvest had been generous.

To finish off, my mother co... cooked the most delc...

del... delicious me... delicious meal I ever did taste.

Very good. Very good, Adam.

But it is "had ever tasted."

The most delicious meal I ev... I had ever tasted.

I expect the homework to be handed in by next Thursday

with no delays.

Yacoub. Please stay.

Wait for me. I'll find you outside.

You can't hand in work like this.

It's clear you made no effort.

I know this year has been tough, settling back in.

But remember, this is a chance to get back control of your life,

and you're just wasting it.

Have another go,

and there's no shame in asking your brother if you need help.

I won't say anything if you don't.

I'm Lisa.

I'm looking for one of your students.

I've been trying to find him all week, actually. He's like a ghost.

Yacoub Haddad.

I was giving a lecture to the ghost myself just a few minutes ago.

You might be able to catch him outside.

Okay. Thank you.

Tell me you don't know he's my brother!

You're going to eat shit, but try if you want.

Move it.

Where are you running off to so soon?

I had it under control. You didn't have to swing in all Tarzan.

Tarzan? I'm Batman.

Under control, huh?

Just like my English?

You're the brains, I'm the muscle. That's the truth.

Accept it like I have, and life will be easier.

Besides, we need to protect that pretty face of yours.

How else will we attract the girls?

Let's pass by "Al Safadi." Eat something before heading home?

See?

Genius.

Oh.

You didn't catch him.

He continues to elude me.

It's shocking to me how many of these boys have been in detention.

How do you begin to keep them on track in an environment like this?

Some of them are very resilient.

Others are not so much.

Yacoub was a good student.

But he came out angry.

Some of them stopped seeing the point anymore.

Do you know actually where this is?

I'm gonna go and visit him and meet his parents

and try and see if there's a way we can work together.

Burin.

Where is that?

My village. I live there.

I can take you if you want.

You'll only meet their mother.

Their father passed away a few years ago. Cancer.

The well-known U.S. attorney Simon Cohen

and his wife, Rachel,

are arriving now to confirm proof of life for their son,

U.S. and Israeli dual national, 24-year-old IDF soldier Nathaniel Cohen,

abducted over three years ago.

Do you mind if I grab some fruit?

Not at all.

-Shall I come... -No. No need.

I just need a few minutes.

Tell me, do apricots survive the winter?

No. They don't survive the winter.

Our son appears to be in good health.

And we are overjoyed to see and hear him.

That's it.

You said you wanted solid proof of life to consider the exchange offer,

and now you have it.

It's not that simple.

They want 1200 prisoners, Simon.

They sent this video.

We are beginning to trace its origin.

We will use every means possible and every source we have.

We want to find him.

...to destroy our homes,

steal our lands and replace us. Thieves!

You will not destroy our home.

We have a demolition order.

And here's the bill.

You need to settle it within six weeks, or you will be fined and then imprisoned.

Move so we can do our job.

Your job? Fuck your job.

And you want us to pay?

Yacoub! Adam!

I'm not moving from here.

I won't let you fuckers destroy our home.

-Boys. Enough now. -Teach?

Today, at this moment,

there's nothing any of us can do to stop this.

Understand? Yacoub!

You have barely been out a year.

Losing this house is nothing compared to the loss of either of you.

Come away!

Come on.

May God damn you!

Hana.

Come.

See? He's still alive.

Show him to Mom.

Adam. Come give me a hand.

They're all yours, Teach.

Sorry, I should've returned them a long time ago.

Don't worry about it.

What's important is that you've read them

and the impression they've had on you.

That's what matters.

We'll replace them. Don't worry.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Come on. Food is ready.

Yusef.

He made that for me, for my 14th birthday.

Hey.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. How are you doing?

They're really good.

Good morning, Ms. Lisa.

Well, I still choose to be here.

I've got to go. Can I call you tomorrow?

I'll give you a call tomorrow. Okay.

Bye, Mom.

Thank you.

That was a delicious meal.

It was so good.

You deserved a good meal.

It was kind of you to come and help today.

Honestly...

I can get my head around

how fucked up yesterday was.

It was just their turn.

Most of the houses in the village have demolition orders, including mine.

Legalized Criminality.

Oof.

Have you got anything a bit lighter to go along with it?

I will look for something.

Mm.

"And I say to myself, a moon will rise from my darkness."

Mahmoud Darwish.

A collection of poems. English translation.

For the lady from London.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

Try?

Come on, try.

Guys, I want to talk to you.

How have things been at your uncle's place?

Amazing!

Stuffed in one bedroom with our four cousins.

Nothing nicer than sharing a room with four pubescents.

I've been meaning to ask you about the payment for the demolition.

Mom's trying to figure it out. Our uncle can't afford--

Let them go to hell. Drink from the sea of Gaza.

Okay.

I hope this is enough.

Thank you. There's no way our mother will accept this.

No way.

Tell her it's for all the gardening work you did for me in the old days.

You earned it.

Great. Miss United Nations has arrived.

She's come to see you. Maybe you can benefit from it.

Player!

Hello, Ms. Lisa.

Welcome to our home.

You're not confined in that prison anymore.

So, now you seize this.

You have to finish school.

I know it's not easy, but the alternative, Yacoub, is not something I think you want.

You just have to focus. Yacoub.

- Please, man. - Sons of bitches!

The olives!

They're setting fire to the olives!

Yacoub. Yacoub!

Yacoub!

Oh, shit.

Yacoub!

It's okay. He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be okay. We can get him...

- Yacoub! - We can get him...

We can get help. He's gonna be okay.

He's gonna be okay.

How's Adam doing?

Lost.

I asked around a number of my NGO contacts,

and they recommend a woman called Arie Feldman.

She's an Israeli lawyer.

But she's known to support Palestinian rights

and represent their cases.

She's even been successful occasionally.

So, I will work on this case and advise you the best I can.

But I have to be clear from the start.

While we will insist that a proper investigation is being done,

and the key testimony of Adam and Basem will be presented...

...it is not often that the State will bring criminal charges.

So, the killer will go free?

Not conclusively, so we must try--

Some years ago, during the olive harvest...

my mother and I and most of the village were in the groves collecting olives.

I was around 12 years old.

At the time, there was this settler, a nasty woman.

She must have been around 50. She's probably passed away by now.

She made a point...

of coming down every couple of weeks and harassing us.

Of course with the protection of the military, her and ten to 15 others,

but she was the ringleader.

Anyway, on this occasion, I was up a ladder picking olives

when she showed up and started shoving and insulting my mother.

At first, my mother ignored her and didn't react.

The settler continued shoving my mother,

trying to knock the basket out of her hands.

But eventually, she succeeded. My mother stumbled back

and the olives fell everywhere, all over the ground.

That woman and the other settlers started stamping on them.

At that moment,

I saw in my mother's eyes something I'd never seen.

All the fury of the world...

I saw all the fury of the world in my mother's eyes...

and I felt something was about to happen.

But before I could reach her,

she slapped the settler right across the face.

It rang across the whole valley.

The settler was shocked.

Everyone was shocked.

Except my mother.

Of course, the military tied her up

and dragged her from the grove to their vehicle,

and the whole way, there was this Jewish Israeli objector,

you know, one of those "in solidarity" with us peaceniks.

She was running after them, pleading with the soldier to let my mother go.

And I was hoping with all my heart that he would let her go,

even though I was sure that he wouldn't.

But then what happened was...

the soldier let my mother go.

Despite the settler's ranting and raging, she became like a wild dog.

You know how they get when they don't get what they want.

But still, in the end, the soldier listened to the activist,

and let my mother go.

This lawyer, they say she is very good.

Have some hope and hold onto it.

But after everything you've been through, you still believe there'll be justice?

Maybe.

Maybe. It's possible.

Besides, this court will not be a military court.

This court should be different.

Or just two heads of the same snake.

You have all been found guilty

of participating in violent and unlawful congregation,

stone-throwing,

and threatening the security of the State of Israel.

Yacoub Haddad.

15 years old, sentenced to...

two years detention.

Nader Shaheen.

14 years old.

Second offense, sentenced to three years.

Rebel until freedom!

Yusef Al-Saleh.

16 years old.

Sentenced to eight years detention.

Court dismissed.

Eight years? Why eight?

He is 16. They are sentencing him as an adult.

He still hasn't come?

So, when something like this happens,

you shut down.

And...

You feel like you just wanna give up.

Adam.

I don't talk about this very much.

But ten years ago, my sister was killed in a car accident.

It was a hit-and-run. Do you know what that is?

So, they hit her with the car,

and they just left her there.

And no one was brought to justice.

They still have no idea who did it.

And the whole thing...

was just...

uh...

unbearable.

And I felt like everything was coming apart.

And I was in a really dark place.

And I still miss her. That doesn't go away.

But you...

You can't get stuck.

And I'm here for you. I really am. Okay?

And Basem's here for you too.

Okay?

I think it's time that I head home.

Not home. Not England, but back to my house.

Come. Let me drop you.

We'll get some food on the way.

Mm.

Nothing? What do you mean you didn't taste it?

This is sacrilege.

It's a national treasure for us.

We have to fix this.

Now.

Here you go.

Wow.

If you could move faster, please, we have a court hearing.

You did well, Adam.

You, too, Basem.

I think your testimonies were strong.

What happens after today?

They begin their investigation

to see if there was enough evidence to bring to a criminal prosecution.

We must now wait for that.

How long?

I estimate four-five months.

Ugh, I hate answering these messages.

"How's it going? How are you feeling?

How are you coping?"

I'm not getting back in the car!

Reliable sources confirm

that heat from the proof-of-life video

prompted them to move your son.

Your ambassador relayed your request for full transparency.

We believe that this is the latest location where Nathaniel was held.

How many times did I tell you not to take him with you?

Not a single time did you listen.

When I was his age, we always took to the streets. So did you.

Why should we have prevented him?

And the least one can do in this shit place is attend a protest.

And asthma doesn't make him a cripple. It hadn't affected him in years.

You just refuse to understand he wasn't cut out to be a part of these things.

He wanted to be a part of it.

What? Should I have forbidden him?

Or encouraged him to kneel and accept that occupation is normal,

that, yes, it's fine to live oppressed

with your head forced to the ground, and it's all okay?

You know very well that's not what I mean.

Some grapes, two mangoes,

and some apples.

Do apricots survive the winter?

Yes.

They survive the winter.

Receipt's inside.

We're under huge pressure,

otherwise, we would not have brought him here.

Our options are limited,

and Abu-Tarek says you come asking at the market at least once a week.

Don't get me wrong.

I am committed,

but I don't think this is the best place.

Only a few days, a week, two at most,

until we arrange somewhere that hasn't been compromised.

Spies are everywhere,

and informants are singing their lungs out.

Alone is going to be difficult.

I'll need to be at school each day.

Many of my students come from this village.

Also, my house is very exposed.

That's all we need.

No need to miss work. On the contrary.

Just make sure he is kept secure and fed.

Come on, Bunduk.

-What are you doing here? -Who is that man?

It's none of your business who he is!

And it's better that you don't know. For your own good.

What gave you the right to come snooping around my property?

I saw you the other night and those men who brought him here.

He's that captured soldier, right?

It's him. Nathaniel Cohen?

It's him, right, Teach?

It's him.

Adam, this is not a game.

The lives of over a thousand prisoners depend on that one soldier.

Their destinies have been tied around my neck.

And now around yours too.

You cannot tell a soul about this. No one. Do you hear me?

Absolutely no one!

I understand. I'm with you.

Good.

Not a word!

We'll show them. I'm with you.

Okay, Adam. The most important thing is you remain calm

and act as though you haven't seen a thing.

Stay focused on your studies and look after your mother.

Forget what you have seen today. That's how I need you to help.

-Understand? -Understood.

-Understand? -Understood.

Okay.

OUR MARTYRS

...doing his thing.

Oh, before I forget.

Mahmoud Darwish, I loved.

Beautiful.

Legalized Criminality...

not so much.

But it's clearly a very important read.

So, what have you got for me next?

I'll bring something next week.

Well, perhaps I could see you over the weekend.

For the...

sake of my literary education.

I'm planning to go visit my sister this weekend.

In Jenin.

I have a regular hitchhiker now.

Yeah.

It's good he's back.

Yeah.

Okay. Well, I'll see you next week.

- Teach. - Hmm?

I'm going to kill that settler that murdered Yacoub,

and I want you to help me.

What's gotten into you?

What's this stupidity you're talking about?

Stupid? Me?

You're the one that's got an abducted soldier in their house.

You know what, if you don't want to help me, I'll do it alone.

Adam?

Adam!

Adam.

Adam, stop!

-Wait! -What do you want?

You think killing him will solve all your problems?

Hmm?

What will you gain?

I'll have killed the bastard who killed my brother.

That's it? You just want revenge?

Yes, revenge! Why not?

Isn't that why you're doing what you're doing?

No. No, that's not why.

Revenge eats away at you and destroys you from the inside,

and it resolves absolutely nothing. Nothing!

And it doesn't matter what the reason is.

I'm also under pressure.

You know my situation.

But I promise we'll spend more time together once I'm done with this issue.

Tonight, I'll pick out some books for you.

Maybe get your mind off things.

I don't know how to think about anything else.

Grief is hard, Adam.

Grief is hard.

But killing that settler won't bring your brother back.

I miss him.

I'm alone again.

He's the only one that made this shitty life bearable.

I know.

I swear to God, I know.

But this is not the way.

You are not alone, Adam.

I'm here with you.

I spoke with Liberman earlier.

He said two different reliable sources have given the same information.

He wouldn't be more specific...

but some kind of action is imminent.

- Get back! - Hands up!

Down, get down!

Get up!

Get up!

Anybody in the house?

-Anyone here? -No.

That way.

Clear.

Clear. Move.

Clear.

Cut him loose.

The last thing I wanted was to involve you in any of this.

I'm sorry.

I'm ready.

Ready for what?

To get justice for my brother.

Adam, give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Adam.

You failed.

If I hadn't been here today, you'd have been ruined.

Now you have to help me with that killer sitting comfortably up on that hill.

You have to!

You owe me.

After today. After what happened today.

For hours, I had to listen to the screams and shots in the village.

I'm sure I even heard my own sister screaming at one point.

But I stayed hidden with that piece of shit they call a soldier.

You did well. You did really well.

No one was hurt. Your family is safe.

You're safe. They're gone.

And Yacoub? What about Yacoub?

Don't you dare think that's what Yacoub would want you to do.

To go off and kill or be killed or imprisoned

and leave your mother to mourn you the rest of her life!

-He would want me to resist. -Yes. But not like this.

What you did today was courageous.

You saved me, and you saved all those prisoners.

What you did takes a strong heart, and Yacoub would be proud of you.

Leave it with me. I'll give it back to you. They won't catch me.

Take a breath.

Take a breath

and calm down, so we can think with clear minds.

Let's agree we're both exhausted and need to rest.

Let's put the gun in a safe place,

and we can think calmly in the morning.

Okay?

And I want you to know...

what you did today...

no one could have done.

No one.

Give me the gun.

Welcome. How can I help?

Uh...

The plums are delicious, and we also have watermelon.

-Everything's fresh today. -I'll take four plums.

Good morning.

Ibraheem, I'll take it from here.

You go sort out the storage.

My cousin.

Ten.

Keep the change.

Simon Cohen.

Okay.

Okay.

What? Tell me.

Not a trace of Nathaniel.

Apparently, they searched an entire village.

"Tore every home to pieces" were his exact words.

Spare me your concern for these people.

I'm just as disappointed as you are.

Really?

Well, maybe if you had spent less time working

and given our son even a fraction of the attention

he so desperately wanted from you...

he might not have been so quick to come here.

And maybe,

just...

maybe...

he wouldn't be rotting away somewhere...

surrounded by, God only knows, what hateful people.

Soon.

Have you made any recent contact? A counteroffer?

We are reviewing the profiles of the residents of Burin village right here.

We have coordinated with the Palestinian authority,

given them enough threats and incentives.

Our agents are on the streets collecting further intelligence.

We know we have shaken these terrorists.

Smoked them out from underground, sort of speak.

It's just a matter of time.

See, Simon?

A development. Just now.

Al Ustaz.

What's that?

Not what, Simon. Who.

Al Ustaz, The Teacher.

Code name.

Teacher.

Basem Al-Saleh.

Profession: schoolteacher.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yuval!

Tell Agent Alon to mobilize a team for Burin.

Immediately.

We'll go pay this teacher a visit.

Bring him in if we need to.

I will personally join the team, Simon.

I'm so sorry.

Um, I gave myself an extra 45 minutes,

and then we just cruised through the checkpoint.

No problem. No problem at all.

I was walking Bunduk in this heat.

And I have to take a shower.

-Okay. -Come inside.

Come inside before the whole village starts with their gossip.

I'm Elie Liberman,

Head of Security in the West Bank

and in charge of bringing back our soldier,

Nathaniel Cohen, to his family.

I've read about you

from Moldova. Or was it Romania?

Your Arabic is not very good.

Did you try to learn it there before you came here or after you arrived?

Our sources told us that Nathaniel Cohen

had been moved to this village.

And we also heard about The Teacher.

Oh.

I see.

Your sources told you about The Teacher,

and you came to see a teacher.

I did some research on you, Basem Al-Saleh.

I've never met a teacher who failed to learn his own lessons.

'88, '93, '95.

It seems you like the inside of our prisons.

I've been very happy not to have seen one in nearly 20 years.

Each time was for a few months.

A small price we expect to pay for resisting an occupier.

But as you can see, it's only been books for me since.

Yes.

You stopped causing trouble around the time your son was born.

But your son...

Well, your son...

Sorry. I didn't know anyone was coming around.

Identification.

Um, where do you think I have that hiding?

Where I come from

I'm pretty sure it's us who should be asking for your identification.

ID. Do not make me ask a third time.

When did your wife,

living in Hebron now,

leave you?

I'm sure your research has that information already.

So, you work together.

Lisa Collins of 23 Clifton Street, London, U.K.

Juvenile detention and rehabilitation counselor.

Volunteer.

Make sure you renew your visa soon.

Come on, Basem. We're gonna be late.

Oh. Shit.

This is a real gun.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

Jesus. Okay. So, first,

I didn't know that you were married.

I know you've got a son that you've never mentioned to me.

And now this.

Do you know what, Basem?

If you're not willing to share your life with me,

and your son,

then I don't...

I don't really know what I'm doing here with you.

Lisa.

It happened...

in the first winter...

after my son...

Yusef...

was sentenced to military prison...

for being at a protest...

I insisted taking him to.

It was...

during a hunger strike.

Yusef wasn't participating.

But to punish the strikers and break solidarity,

the guards would put the other prisoners out in the cold.

Get warm.

Calm, calm...

What's wrong with him?

Guard!

Guard! Guard!

Guard!

We know you can hear us.

No one came.

And...

It was...

too late.

And...

my son...

Excuse me. I'm looking for Mr. Basem Al-Saleh.

Yeah. Okay.

You go down that way, upstairs and the third classroom on the right.

Basem Al-Saleh?

I'm here alone.

So, you know who I am.

Of course. From the media. Most people know who you are.

But why are you here?

Do you know where my son is?

-No. -Please.

Do you know anything about where they're keeping him?

Or who?

Or anything?

No.

You're an educator, right?

What do you teach?

-English. -English.

English. Good.

I never saw eye to eye with my son. He's such a stubborn kid.

It was after one of those Birthright trips here with some friends

that he told me he wanted to stay.

I assumed a girl must have been the motivation,

that he would change his mind once things didn't work out,

but that didn't happen.

My wife... she blames me.

First, I didn't take a stand to stop him,

then, for not doing enough to get him back.

But I don't know

what to do.

So, I am here...

asking you...

if you know anything,

please.

I don't know where your son is, and I can't help in any way.

This is what I told your people when they came into my home.

Twice.

They're not my people.

I know what happened to your own son.

I don't know whether you know where Nathaniel is,

and I shouldn't expect you to help even if you did.

But for what it's worth...

as a father...

I am truly...

truly sorry for your loss.

They'll keep him alive as long as it takes.

How do you know that?

Because they know

that your people believe

your son is worth a thousand of mine.

I think

I should take you home.

Basem, your life here is clearly complicated.

I can see that.

There are things you don't know about me.

That I'll never be able to share with you.

I believe you have your reasons for that.

I've already ruined one woman's life.

Devastated her completely.

I...

You're not to blame for what happened to Yusef.

I hope you know that.

I have deep wounds.

I'm stuck in this, here...

my reality.

I'm chained to my failures, my past.

You... You... You...

You are a woman with choices.

But at this moment in time...

and with my eyes wide open...

I choose you.

I know it's overcrowded here at your uncle's

and things have been tough for you these few months,

focusing on your studies and so on.

I have a spare room at my house.

I've spoken to your mother and your uncle.

They're both fine with you moving in.

Only if you would like to.

Yes.

Thirty-five. I'm so sorry.

It's been reached.

An agreement has been reached.

They agreed.

The names of all the prisoners have been agreed and checked.

They're announcing it today, Rachel.

Nathaniel is coming home.

My sweetheart.

The representatives of Mr. Yuri Hoffman,

state that their client is innocent.

They have brought forth witnesses

that place Mr. Hoffman elsewhere at the time of Mr. Yacoub Haddad's death.

Following the investigation,

it is our finding that there is not enough evidence

to detain the accused,

nor enough evidence for a criminal case

to be pursued by the State against him.

Dismissed.

This is unbelievable! Shameful!

What? This is not justice! This is a joke!

He killed my brother! You killed my brother!

You were with him! You were also with him!

This court is a joke!

I swear he killed my brother!

I saw him with my own eyes!

We wasted our time on this joke of a legal system. Did you see him?

He knew he was getting away with it. They all did.

People greeting him like he's some rock star

while my brother is in the ground!

I'm an idiot for thinking for a second, we had a chance.

We should've done something when we had Nathaniel Cohen.

Lower your voice!

I know you're angry, and you have every right to be,

but this is not the place to bring that up.

Come join me.

We'll pick up Lisa and head to "The Valley" for dinner.

Come on.

Not in the mood.

Okay.

The food your mom dropped us is in the fridge if you feel like a bite.

See you in a bit.

...nine weeks since the prisoner exchange was announced.

Hope returns as mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers

are reunited with their families.

236 of the Palestinians released are women and children

from the 1,078 political prisoners released from Israel's prisons today.

I'm not joking.

When I first met you,

I was like, "Phwoar!"

-"Phwoar"? -Yeah.

What is "phwoar"?

It's, um...

It's, like, an English thing.

Adam?

Adam?

Get out.

Relax, kid.

Everything is okay.

Give me the knife.

Give me the knife.

Did anyone else see you?

Adam, I need you to focus. Did anyone see you?

His wife and child. But not my face.

Okay. Do exactly what I tell you. Take off your sweater.

Take off your sweater, Adam. Quickly!

Give it to me.

Go now! Quickly!

No, Teach. No way.

Adam, I need you to get out of here. Right now.

You go exactly how you came.

No way. I'm not leaving. No way!

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault.

Listen, if you don't leave now, then I will have failed.

And I don't want to fail twice.

Now! I beg you! Go now!

Go! Go! They're coming! They've arrived! Go!

Run! Run!

The graduate Riyad Suliman.

And now, the final award

for the most promising graduate goes to

Adam Shafeek Haddad!

Bombs continue to pound Gaza today.

Israel calls this "Operation Protective Edge."

This devastating assault has resulted in the death of over 1,300 Palestinians,

the majority civilians,

including over 300 children.