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THIS EPISODE IS BASED ON ACTUAL EVENTS.

IT INCLUDES VIDEO FOOTAGE AND RECORDINGS FROM EVENTS THAT TOOK PLACE IN REAL TIME.

SOME EVENTS, CHARACTERS, BUSINESSES, LOCATIONS, DIALOGUE AND TIMELINES

ARE IMAGINED OR CHANGED FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES.

DURING THE EPISODE, ALARMS AND EXPLOSIVE SOUNDS WILL BE HEARD.

DISCRETION MUST BE EXERCISED WHEN VIEWING.

Good evening.

My name is Sabin Taasa.

I'm from Netiv HaAsara.

I have four sons.

The youngest, Shay,

Koren,

Zohar,

and Or.

My son,

his name was Or.

"Or" means "light."

My light.

Maman.

Maman, come.

Get up, there are tons of sirens, quick.

Make sure everything's locked.

Where's Or?

At the beach.

LIVING ROOM BACKYARD

Gili, my husband, always feared something would happen.

LIVING ROOM

He fortified the entire house.

FRONT DOOR

He welded the secure room window,

BACKYARD

installed security cameras in every corner,

he knew that something would happen.

OUTSIDE BACKYARD DOOR

But this, no one imagined.

Gili and I separated 18 months ago.

He moved to the housing unit outdoors.

That night, Koren and Shay stayed at Gili's place.

Zohar stayed with me.

And Or...

Or went to Kibbutz Zikim at 6:00 a.m.

to fish.

Where are you?

I'm at the beach, Maman. I'm fine.

Are you in a shelter?

Two rockets came down in front of me.

They're launching an insane barrage.

I know. Here too. Where are you?

Are you down on the ground?

I'm in a shelter at the beach,

They're shooting sniper fire nonstop.

Don't leave the shelter.

Okay, don't worry.

There are other people here, too. Bye.

When I was in the secure room at home,

Gil and the children went to the outside shelter.

Usually, after a barrage of rockets, it's over.

But this time was different.

The barrages kept increasing.

INSIDE SHELTER

First thing he did was get the gas cylinders out of there.

Maman, what's that?

What are you doing?

Trying to pick up a signal.

Here, here.

Here.

"Gil, go and pick up Or from Zikim. He's in danger."

Good. Here we go.

"My amazing Or."

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Maman, look at the WhatsApp groups.

There are terrorists in the moshav.

-Terrorists in the moshav? -Look.

"We need help!"

"Don't open the doors!"

"Lock everything!"

That's an AK-47.

That's your dad's Glock.

It's Gili. It's your dad.

He's here.

Don't open it. Maybe it's terrorists.

I'm begging you, Maman, look at these texts.

Please, it's dangerous.

Maman!

If I'm not back in 15 seconds, lock yourself in,

you hear me?

One, two, three...

I hated the concrete door.

Gil insisted on installing it at all costs.

"Safety above all."

That's what he always said.

"This door will save you."

And I just wanted the door to look nice.

9, 10, 11...

Every time we opened the door it made the whole house shake.

Two weeks earlier, I got a price offer to replace it.

Why insist on an ugly door

that doesn't suit the design of my living room?

Ultimately, this door saved me.

I went back to the secure room

and whispered to Zohar:

It's the terrorists.

The terrorists are here.

The terrorists are here!

His entire body trembled.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion.

Don't worry, you're safe.

We're safe, sweetheart.

I instantly realized that this time...

it's at our home.

They hurled a grenade at the door.

But nothing was damaged.

That door can't be penetrated.

All that time I tried to call for help,

for someone to come.

I didn't give up.

Itai, Itai, listen to me.

Listen, there are terrorists in my yard.

Gil and the children aren't answering.

You're a lioness, you hear me? A lioness.

Stop calling me that.

I... I don't know what to tell you.

You're scared.

No, I'm not scared,

I'm not paralyzed,

I'm not shaking.

They're not answering me.

No one's answering me.

Excuse me.

Who was that on the phone?

Itai,

the man in charge of security.

The "sheriff" of the moshav, as we call him.

I called him several times, I texted everyone.

I begged them to come.

I kept asking if anyone knows what's with Or.

Maman, what is that?

Don't be afraid, you're safe.

House no. 7, Taasa family,

help me they're here, at my house

Hush.

I had no choice.

I covered the cat's mouth with tape.

I swear,

after that,

he didn't come near me for an entire month.

OUTSIDE BACKYARD DOOR

You're not opening the door, Maman.

What if it's them?

Gil, where are you?

The terrorists are here. I need you here.

-Maman, Maman! -It's Shay.

-It's Koren. -No, no.

It's Shay, it's Koren. We have to open the door.

Zohar said it could be the terrorists.

Terrorists that seized my sons and that it's a trap,

so that I go out and they'll kill me.

Listen, if I'm not back in 10 seconds,

lock yourself in the secure room, okay?

Lock yourself in. Otherwise, I'll kill you.

It's my sons, my children...

CORRIDOR

If they kill me and then them,

best we die together.

Oh, my God, come in.

Quickly.

-Get in the secure room. -Mom, they killed Dad.

Can't be, Dad can't die.

Shay's eye almost came out of its socket.

They had holes in their bodies from the grenade,

blood everywhere, on both of them.

I'll never forget that sight.

Sweetie, open your eyes.

I put Shay's eye back in place. As simple as that.

Open the water.

I once saw a movie, "Clockwork Orange."

There was something like this in it.

Wet his mouth.

That's why I thought of it.

Breathe, more.

I put a tourniquet on Koren like Gili taught me...

and I waited.

Breathe.

Saturday morning.

These are my children's wounds.

My son needs stitches urgently.

Urgently, please.

My children are wounded.

Help me.

My boys need help, Gil was shot.

They're traumatized from the injury.

There's blood all over the house.

You're amazing.

Thank you so much.

Thank you for coming.

It was so hard to hear your story.

I was afraid to come.

I thought it would be too hard.

But I'm glad I came.

"Dear Sabin, sending here a short clip Or's friends did."

Or was an amazing friend.

Even though he was shy, he was a jokester.

He loved to laugh.

He was amazing, smart and shy.

If you came to school

or to a social encounter and you were sad,

Or would start talking,

your mood would improve and you'd be in stitches.

He was an amazing friend.

Hello?

Yes, Michelle.

Yes, it's on my calendar.

Tomorrow at 6:00 p.m.,

an interview after the convention.

Zohar?

Koren?

Shay?

Hey.

I got everything you asked for.

But let's tidy up the table first.

Pick up everything that fell on the floor.

Did it go well?

It was okay.

And here?

Listen, we didn't move.

They didn't want to go out.

But I crushed them on the console.

Maybe we should have gone out.

Your phone is ringing.

-Here's the hamburger. -It's okay, answer your phone.

I'll do it.

-Fries? -Hold on.

Is there well done?

Hello?

Yes, I'm sorry... I forgot.

Can it be postponed for an hour?

Wonderful. Thank you.

Thank you.

Great.

Come sit, you have to relax.

When are we going back?

We have two conventions tomorrow

and...

an important interview.

Okay? Very important.

Are you with us?

Yes.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Can I have a turn?

Give him a second.

But he's had it for an hour.

Let him finish.

-Give it! -No, no.

Get away.

-Don't touch me. -Give it to him.

Take it, kid.

-Thanks. -Don't call him a kid.

But he's a kid.

Come.

Shay, stand here.

No, give me the joystick.

Joystick, right hand.

Joystick, left hand. Good.

Wow, I'm falling.

Maman, wanna try?

That nonsense isn't for me.

Just look one time.

It's cool. There's fighters and there's...

Put on a kiddie one.

Mom, just try it.

Wow. Wow.

Sabin.

I'm Michelle. We talked on the phone.

-Thank you for coming. -Thank you.

Let's welcome Sabin Taasa who will tell us her story.

PRESS CONFERENCE VILLA DE MAIRIE, MARSEILLE

She's an inhabitant of Netiv HaAsara

who lost her husband Gil and her son Or.

Mrs. Taasa?

Hello.

My name is Sabin Taasa.

On October 7th, my son Zohar woke me and said:

"Maman, wake up, there's insane rocket fire."

Gil sat the children as far inside the shelter as possible.

and he stood at the entrance.

It's your end, you dogs.

They hurled a grenade into the shelter.

Gil tried to move it,

realized the pin had been released

and said to Koren.

"Don't worry.

"You'll be fine.

"Remember to run to your mother as fast as you can.

"I'm not afraid to die."

Gil jumped on the grenade

to save the children.

And died.

Try to imagine

two small children trembling in fear,

embracing one another,

next to their dead father's body

when they hear the terrorists' steps approaching.

Come out! Come out!

Let's go! Out!

Take them. Take the little boy.

Go.

They were in Gil's housing unit with the terrorists.

Both wounded.

Koren was bleeding.

Shay was in grave condition.

Sit down!

He didn't speak.

He didn't cry.

Even when the terrorist hit him.

He was only 12.

Twelve years old.

Can you imagine?

Koren looked after Shay

while trying to communicate with the terrorists.

He asked them to let them out.

Translate, translate.

Give it.

Nassar!

Let's go to other houses.

Shay, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Shay.

Shay, you're okay.

You're okay. Hold this.

And during that whole time, they were only 100 meters away.

Come here.

And I had no idea about the hell

my children were going through.

Excuse me, sir...

Continue, Madame.

Pay him no mind.

Tell us about your children.

No, Maman, you're not going out.

Stay with your brothers. It's Itai.

You'll be fine.

Don't worry.

IDF, open up. We're here to rescue you.

Come with me.

Thank you.

Come.

There are two wounded boys here.

Are they okay?

Let's get you out of here, tough guy.

Gil, answer me, sweetie. Answer me.

You have to get Or from Zikim. Get up.

Get up!

I want to show you a video

from Zikim Beach where my son Or was.

We have a projector, right?

Sadly, we're out of time.

But thank you so much for sharing your story.

There are no words to describe what you went through.

The horror. The inferno.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, all.

Thank you.

Now let's welcome...

Ouch.

Mom.

Sweethearts.

It was great. We let off some steam.

-I love them so much. -Great.

Come on, we're outta here.

How did it go?

I think it's time for a break.

Good idea. You need some rest.

-My dears, I have to go. -No.

I promised Jerome we'd have dinner together.

So, do we let her go?

Does she have permission?

She let me talk for 15 minutes.

Like you have anything to tell...

Thank you so much, Sabin.

It was important to hear your story. Thank you.

I didn't get to tell it all.

Believe me, it's enough. I don't have to talk.

But I must show the video

of the restroom at Zikim after the slaughter, that's all.

I know. I'm sorry, we didn't have enough time.

You remember we scheduled an interview?

They're waiting for you...

No, this is a bad time.

My children are tired.

-Please. -It's not the right time.

It's important.

So many people watch the show,

it would be a shame to miss the interview.

-This is Koren, right? -Yes.

I saw you on TV.

You spoke so well. You're a true hero.

He can't stand being touched since it happened.

Can you stay for 10 more minutes?

Yes.

I'll come get you.

Thank you.

Hello, and thank you for coming back.

We have Sabin Taasa with us,

a French-Israeli who's here to tell us her story.

Daniel, we're with you.

Today, we have Sabin Taasa...

Maman, open up, it's Koren.

Maman, open up!

My God!

Thank you for sharing your incredible story.

Our sincere condolences for your loss.

Sabin, having endured these horrifying events,

I'd like to hear your opinion on this attack.

Do you think this attack came in a particular context?

Excuse me?

This story has two sides.

Can you explain why you were attacked?

Have you seen the film on the October 7th horrors

that was screened for journalists worldwide?

Have you seen it?

No.

There you are.

It's your role as journalists to tell the truth to the world.

So watch the film first.

I won't debate politics with you.

It's not a matter of politics.

These are my children.

My children are in that film.

It's not a "film," it's our life.

The lives of my children. They're here.

Do you want to tell them that what they endured is political?

Do you know what I saw on the road

when we were rescued?

How many bodies of naked women! Dead!

In torn underwear.

Is that political too?

But from a broader perspective, you who live there...

I came here to talk,

to tell my story.

What happened to me.

If those are the questions you're asking me,

I'm stopping this interview.

Thank you.

Good night.

Michelle, where are you?

Is there a car waiting for us?

No, we're very tired.

We want to go back.

Yes.

I have the app. Thank you.

Thank you.

Where are we? When do we get to the hotel?

-I'm so tired. -Soon.

Zohar, hurry.

Turn that down already.

Stop it, I wanna play.

Shut up.

Don't speak Hebrew.

-Move. -Don't touch me.

-Stop it, you pests. -Shut up!

-Zip it. -You zip it. Move!

Let me play.

-Be quiet. -Stop it.

Don't speak Hebrew.

You're so annoying.

Are you from here?

I was born in Paris.

Oh, in Paris?

Like me.

What language are you speaking?

Hebrew.

We're from Israel.

Israel.

What an awful place to live.

Maman, you don't have to answer him.

Don't bother me now.

Do you have children?

Yes.

Five.

Five?

Super.

I have four.

Four sons.

Until October 7th.

Now I have three.

With me...

and Or.

Or, my eldest.

His name was Or.

That means "light."

My light.

Do you like the sea?

Yes.

I don't...

I can't relate to the sea.

Or didn't like the sea or the sand either.

Like me...

he liked cleanliness.

But he tried to get over it.

He recently suggested we go for walks by the sea.

I said, "What kind of idea is that?" No.

I can't, it's not for me.

If a grain of sand touches me, I pass out.

But he was relentless.

"Come on, Maman, let's go.

"Just a walk on the beach.

"It will be nice.

"It will be nice."

No, no need.

Absolutely not, I insist.

Thank you.

I dragged my children all over the world,

to conferences, to interviews, to the White House.

But during our last trip, I finally realized two things.

There is no real way to make people understand

what we endured in October,

and I'll never...

ever stop trying to explain.

SABINE TAASA LOST HER SON OR AND HER HUSBAND GIL ON THE 7TH OF OCTOBER.

21 WOMEN, MEN, AND CHILDREN WERE MURDERED IN NATIV HAASARA.

ON OCT, 7, 2023, 1145 ISRAELIS AND FOREIGNERS WERE MURDERED.

251 WERE ABDUCTED TO GAZA. SOME ARE STILL THERE.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF GIL AND OR TAASA.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF ELLA KANCHIK, ETHEL GORDON, RUTH PERES

SABIN TAASA - YAEL ABEKASIS

HERSELF - SABIN TAASA