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The past several days have been hard on all of us.

Giora is improving and there is cause to be optimistic.

Let's also wish a speedy recovery to Doris who is at home with flu.

For the rest, 10:35, lecture on cyber warfare in the small lecture hall.

Afterward, the attorney, Mr. Feldenstein, an expert in international law,

will explain five things that you should know

before attempting a border crossing on a false passport.

In the coming two weeks, we will focus on tactics--

Mr. Frachdel,

before you leave, can you describe who shot me just now?

Did somebody identify the type of gun? His clothing?

Can anyone reconstruct what happened here?

We thought you had been killed.

No problem. It's just a shirt. I'll buy a new one

Over the next two weeks, as I said before I was interrupted,

we will focus on disposal tactics.

In short, we are going to teach you how to murder.

What did he tell them?

That I've got a bad case of the flu?

You can't stay here, it's too dangerous.

Why? You think he suspects something? How can you know with him?

Don't worry.

I won't be here for long.

Sveta, please convey my thanks to your uncle, the one who works here.

-What's his name? -Semion.

Actually, my husband is happy to help.

He'll be happy to do anything that will bring him home.

No, really?

How bad can you be? Enough, poor guy.

-Poor guy? -It's not his fault.

Yonah sent him the bait.

As far as the bait goes,

He should have been a little more wiser.

-You should also be wiser. -What do you mean?

Don't know, call the police...

Okay, I've called the police, what do I tell them?

Who will they believe, the Mossad or me?

Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'll call you from Bulgaria.

-It'll be better if you don't. -True, it'll be better, you're right.

Sveta, my dear, thank you for everything you've done for me.

I didn't do enough.

I just hope that you'll really find what you're look for.

It'll be fine.

Have you brought everything?

-Wait a second, what's this? -What is it?

Are you nuts? You got me nine percent cheese?

Just because I'm underground doesn't mean that I'm bringing my weight up.

I got your e-mail.

This is the first time that I get notified about a vacation six months in advance.

I am very organized.

-Is this vacation for what I think it is? -Yes, maternity leave.

-I was under the impression that-- -What impression were you under?

You were under the impression that I terminated the pregnancy.

Yes.

What exactly did Yonah tell you?

Lies.

As usual.

He didn't lie, he didn't know.

-He doesn't know? -It's none of his business.

And between you and me, it's none of yours either.

I sent you the e-mail because you're my boss, and not because...

The man who loved you?

And still loves you?

-By the way thanks for the recommendation. -Recommendation?

The Director wouldn't have offered me the job in Washington

if you hadn't convinced him.

Yeah.

The Washington head is not a job for a pregnant woman.

What sort of person do you think I am?

Charming.

You and Yonah have become close lately, haven't you?

In connection with...

Regarding the American veto.

If I were you, I'd call the U.S. Embassy

and request to speak to a Mr. Scott Russel.

What for?

I am not the only one who is trying to manipulate you, Abby.

Avner Hariri.

Avner Hariri is not your ordinary criminal.

He's...

Part of the elite.

The cream of the crop,

the upper echelon in the Israeli crime world.

Next, you'll be asking for his autograph.

Four years ago, after his brother was taken out,

Avner Hariri turned to religion and one may say that he's become very Orthodox.

This is his son, Liron Hariri, head of security for the organization.

He's becoming increasingly paranoid.

Avner Hariri eats only the food that his wife prepares.

He drinks water only out of sealed bottles.

He does not meet with anyone who he isn't acquainted with.

Anybody wishing to approach Hariri, must go either through his son, or...

through the Rabbi of his synagogue, Eliahu Sarussi.

The exalted Rabbi and Hariri are very, very close.

Good, let's move on to the next objective.

Okay, Feldman. Feldman is also very much into paranoia.

Other than that, they have very little else in common.

He's a young guy, divorced, lives well.

He lives in a penthouse, rides around in an armored vehicle

worth half a million bucks.

That's it?

Yes. His operational intel file has more detail.

Biography, regular daily schedule,

the people he sees, that sort of thing.

That's what happens when a Persian is put in charge of operational intel files.

They become stingy with the details.

Good, we've heard from you, please return to your seat.

Who will take out Feldman? Who will take out Hariri?

I really don't understand why we are doing this, we...

None of us here are in line to be combatants.

It's not our job to dispose of people.

You're a pacifist?

No.

You don't touch food that has a face, like my baby granddaughter?

I simply don't understand why we need to learn something

that is not supposed to be our job, that's all.

What exactly, in your opinion, is your job?

Where do you think you are, Doctor?

They're going to dirty their hands, and you'll be sitting in a hotel lobby

with a cappuccino, mochaccino

and will do... your job?

The army goes to war every few years,

we are at war all the time!

Every minute, every hour, every day, 24 hours a day,

and it's a stinking war with dead on both sides.

You don't like it?

Get out.

There's the door.

I'll take care of Hariri.

You got it.

Team Feldman - Pilot, Model, Russian Lady.

Team Hariri - Doctor, Persian, and Doris.

Doris isn't here.

My records show that she's still in the course.

Fine, I want to see your operational plan by this evening. All right? Thanks

Sorry, I forgot, disposal methods.

Feldman, bomb. Hariri, poison.

All the rest, you have a free hand.

Good luck.

FIRST DRY HIT TEAM SITE: "ATERET KOHANIM" SYNAGOGUE

All these decorations, what an amazing item.

A vision of the end of days.

Yes, I was very excited too.

Those of so little faith were certain that the scroll had been destroyed,

-together with the synagogue in Kemishliu. -Who found it?

Deserters from the Syrian army.

They passed it onto Turkey because of the riots. Look what...

We have a great opportunity here, Rabbi.

If we act quickly and wisely, with God's help, we will be privileged to see

"The Crown of Ibn Gaon" arriving at our sanctuary,

the Kemshili Congregation "Ateret Kohamin."

My man in Turkey is also negotiating with the Syrians.

They want 250 thousand.

Shekels?

Dollars.

That's a lot of money, maybe the Ministry of Religious Affairs will help.

They'll help, but it's a lot bureaucracy, you understand?

It involves checking and filling out forms.

By the time we get an answer, the scroll could disappear.

-I've considered taking up a collection? -A collection?

If you were to take up a collection, you'd end up with stuffed zucchini and candies.

Rabbi,

when I arrived, I noticed a plaque at the entrance to the synagogue

with the name...

-Avner Hariri? -Yes.

He is both a saint and a man of means.

So, perhaps the honored Rabbi will arrange a meeting between the two of us.

I will explain it to him personally.

Look, 350 thousand dollars is not a small amount of money.

Even for Avner Hariri.

Three hundred and fifty thousand?

Yes. Why, how much did you say?

Three hundred and fifty thousand.

Okay, best of luck.

SECOND DRY HIT TEAM THE OBJECTIVE: NOAM FELDMAN

LOCATION: "PINUKIM" CAFE METHOD: CAR BOMB

Your call is being forwarded to a voice message system.

Shalom, you have reached Doris. I'm not available at the moment,

please leave a message.

Excuse me?

Can you please move? I need to leave.

One second, ma'am. I apologize. I'll move in a moment.

-You're blocking me. -I understand, I'll move in a second.

-Wait a minute and I'll move. -I have a child in the car.

I understand. I'll move in a minute, okay? Wait one minute.

-Not in a minute, move it already! -Stop banging on the car.

Hanoch, would you please calm down the lady?

Shit.

-They're on to us. -Hey?

He's leaving.

Hey, how long will I have to wait?

-Hanoch, go block him, now. -Hold everything.

Hanoch, what's happening?

Hold everything! Sveta!

I told you to stop. Abort the mission.

What happened? Why didn't you block him?

They saw us, that's what happened.

Motherfuckers!

Oh, God!

Listen up,

that Rabbi is one sneaky devil.

As soon as I started talking about money,

clack! The cogs in his brain started turning.

What? What's going on?

I was in a lecture at the Mossad laboratory.

About a whole field of biology that I had no idea existed.

Wow.

They're doing fascinating experiments with radioactive toxins

that slowly permeate the body.

Enough, okay?

What are we talking about here?

Two criminals who we're going pretend to take out.

If all goes according to plan, they won't even notice

that we killed them.

Tell me, don't you know that a dry run is usually followed by a real one?

Maybe you should leave?

Kobi, I'm a doctor, I can't do things like this.

So go find a cure for cancer and leave me alone.

Tell me, this doesn't bother you at all? Where do you draw the line?

Somewhere at the Sea of Galilee. Avsha, I need you focused now, okay?

All right.

Now, learn all there is to know about this Torah scroll

And choose yourself an identity.

For what? I see that you are managing pretty well on your own, Your Holiness.

I'm great for the initial contact, but believe me,

in order to close a deal between three Mizrachim

you need some sort of Ashzenazi in the wings.

Bone up, college boy.

For the longest time, I didn't even have a grave to visit.

The body wasn't identified.

It was not easy.

Let's get married.

We've already tried the wedding thing.

The first was flop, the second one will succeed.

For example, consider Copenhagen.

Copenhagen worked on the fourth try.

You see, you can't give up.

For the past five years, I've tried to distance myself from you.

It's killing me. Enough.

-You want me close by? -Yes.

How close? Is the end of the corridor okay?

The administration floor?

The other building? Washington?

-No, Washington is too far away. -What?

I spoke today with Scott Russel from the CIA.

I tried to help you, Abby.

-To help me? -Yeah, to make a fair decision,

without manipulation.

"Without manipulation." That's rich.

Micha put you in an impossible position. I couldn't stand seeing you like this.

Promotion or baby? Who could make a decision like that?

So you decided for me?

You don't get it. You'll achieve what you want without all the...

Exactly like before, no?

You manipulate me, decide on my behalf,

and I let you lead me wherever...

Coping with a woman and baby... Is that also above your pay grade?

-Sveta? -What are you butting in for?

I wasn't talking to you.

Sveta, we lost our element of surprise. What don't you understand?

If you had listened to me and aborted in time, it would've been fine.

Oh, if I had listened to you...

Screaming at one another is not going to help us.

Element of surprise? What surprise? Fighting over a parking space in Tel Aviv,

-is a surprise? -Sveta,

-According to regulation, in the event-- -Regulations.

Stop sticking to the regulations like a flea on a dog's ass.

Just admit it, she startled you, she yelled at you and you panicked,

-that's all. -It's unbelievable. You're a real jerk.

Are we finished?

The one thing worse than failing, is not understanding why you failed.

We know very well why we failed.

If he had blocked Feldman's car,

I would have had a few more seconds to properly attach the device to the car.

Moscow, you wouldn't have.

The target's car was protected by a layer of aluminum.

The device would have fallen in any case.

This doesn't mean that you're in the clear, stewardess.

Why? My intuition was correct. I wanted to abort the mission.

I was right, no?

-So, how did we miss that? -How indeed?

Shall I tell you?

That car is a private import.

How difficult would it be to get hold of the technical details?

There's an old Chinese proverb, that goes

the fastest rabbit gets all the carrots.

You wanted to win points on speed and beat the other team,

so you ended up getting

carrots.

What's next? What do we do now?

What do we do now?

What do we do now?

Very simple. We look under

the chassis

for the place the device will stick to.

That car is guarded around the clock.

Problem.

A real problem.

Mr. Hariri.

You can call me Avner.

The Rabbi has told me about you.

-You, I don't know. -Dr. Zimmerman.

Department of Jewish Literature, Bar-Ilan University.

-Nice to meet you. -He's the top Israeli expert

on ancient holy scripts.

-Ah, an expert? -Yes.

We work together.

So, while the "Crown of Ibn Gaon,"

which, according to tradition, was written by Shem-tov Ben Avraham,

does not have the historical importance of that of the "Aram Tsuba,"

nevertheless, this is a genuine treasure for the Jewish people, in every aspect.

This is like watching public television. I'm learning all kinds of new stuff.

With His blessing, we will be shielded.

-What? -Take a look at the son's expression.

It's probably heartburn, their food is always so spicy.

Racism really makes life so much simpler, right?

-Such a pleasure with your generation. -Why, they don't eat spicy food?

Hariri is the Rabbi's personal ATM. The son knows it and it pisses him off.

We should probably warn the guys to keep an eye on him.

Where's your sense of humor?

I'd also like to see some action.

Great, it was easier than I expected.

By the way, Avsha, to continue our conversation, what the course teaches us

-are skills for living. -True, if you want to end up in jail.

Enough, stop being obnoxious.

We're being tailed.

-You sure? -This is already the third stoplight.

White BMW.

Maybe it's Yonah or Simon?

If it was Yonah and Simon, we wouldn't be on to them.

Why are you headed back to school?

-Let's see how it goes. -You're right.

Where are they off to now?

So, it's the university? Wait for me here.

Take the stairs to the bottom, sharp turn right, you're at the building.

Left, then a right, to the end of the corridor.

Found it.

He's just about there.

Copy, he's about a hundred feet away.

Shalom.

We were both at the synagogue a few minutes ago, right?

So, how can I help you?

By telling me how much the Rabbi is paying you

to swindle my father.

Excuse me?

What don't you get?

All that bullshit with the Torah scroll...

Listen, it's not bullshit, we're talking about the Crown--

I'm sorry,

go on.

For four years that thief, Sarussi has been screwing my father royally.

The more one's heart is breaking, the easier it is to milk him, understand?

And my father has one huge heartache, may He keep us from the evil eye.

So here a benefit, there a contribution to the Ladies' Auxiliary,

marble wall paneling, fancy window frames from Belgium,

and now, the Crown of who the fuck from Syria?

Tell me,

how much does a university professor make these days?

Doctor.

And what I earn is honestly none of your business.

Truth is, I don't buy it, Doctor.

I thought they found somebody on the street, some nerd.

Maybe an out of work actor, they told him what to say.

Look, I met with Rabbi Sarussi for the first time today.

He's not paying me a single penny.

So what then, you're getting a percentage of the 350 thousand?

Three hundred and fifty thousand?

That's what you friend says it'll cost to get to hold of the scroll.

Look, I'm...

not really involved in the negotiations, but...

as far as I know, we're talking about 250 thousand.

Wow.

So you're saying that the Exalted Rabbi is going to clip a coupon for a 100 grand?

I'm not saying a thing.

DR. ARIEL ZIMMERMAN THE REAL ONE.

Are we done?

For the time being.

-Hello, -Dr. Zimmerman?

-Yes. -I'm calling from the gate.

The parking attendant needs you to come down to the lot right now.

It seems like your car's been broken into.

I'm on my way, bye.

-Sorry about the slap, doctor. -We're cool.

It speeds up the blood circulation.

What's that, Avsha? Turning religious?

No, the opposite, if you ask.

The scroll is poisoned.

How?

Polonium 201, it's a radioactive isotope.

Nice, right?

An agonizingly horrendous death after only a few moments of exposure.

-Should I keep away? -No, it's okay.

We got a phosphoric solution instead of the poison.

We're supposed to photograph our target with an ultraviolet camera

to prove that he's dead.

We discovered a way to blow up our target.

-Oh, congratulations. -Yeah.

It seems that he brings his car to his son's soccer game every Friday.

Oh, great.

-Avsha, are you mad at me? -No, I'm not mad at you.

I'm mad at myself.

Why?

Because an expert on body language should know when somebody isn't into him.

I didn't say that...

Hi, how's it going?

To prove that the saint, may his memory be blessed, is completely dead.

How many rounds?

You didn't count, right?

Hand it over.

Focus.

Go.

One.

SECOND TEAM'S TARGET NOAM FELDMAN

FIRST TEAM'S TARGET AVNER HARIRI

Hello, Doctor.

You sure that this is the "Ibn What the Fuck" from Syria?

Definitely, without any doubt, I did a carbon 14 test...

The ornaments are absolutely authentic.

-How long do they have? -It's good for another 12 minutes.

They should hand the scroll over to Hariri.

-The velvet inside-- -All right, no more lectures.

He, who blessed our forefathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Moses and Aaron,

David and Solomon, will protect and keep the righteous

Avner, son of Julia and Yaakov Avinu, may he rest in peace.

-I'm Elad's mom, from the team. -Oh, okay.

I was in such a hurry, I didn't want to be late,

when I closed the door, boom, my keys fell through the drain thing.

I have a special tool for that. Come with me. Come.

Don't worry, I'm here for you.

The Blessed One will reward his kind heart by bestowing upon him all the blessings

inscribed in the Torah of Our Teacher, Moses, of blessed memory,

-be privileged to see... -Another minute we'll be offing the Rabbi

-and not Hariri. -So what am I supposed to do about it?

Amen.

For a treasure like this, the entire world should be here, the devoted, the media.

This wouldn't have been possible without you, Avner.

The important thing is that there's a minyan.

Rejoice at the Rejoicing of the Torah

So, what's happening at the stadium, still tied 0:0?

Gentlemen, my congratulations and best wishes on this auspicious day,

but I must get back to the university.

No, you're part of the minyan.

One more minute, professor. Quickly.

My honor. We shall encircle the sanctuary

The righteous Avner Ben Yaakov.

-No, Rabbi. -No, sir, this good deed is yours alone.

It's my honor.

Here, I've found something. Come with me.

Cap is returning to the pitch.

Abort!

Hey, hello!

Hey, stop, you!

Jump on.

Failed again, Simon will kill us.

Unlike you, he at least knows what he's doing.

Sveta, chill out, it all good.

Come on, let's go!

Bomb, Noam, bomb!

Liron, each additional Torah scroll that is placed inside the Holy Ark

serves as a reminder of the revelation on Mt. Sinai.

And each dollar you get is a reminder of how you're ripping off my father.

Hundred thousand, Rabbi.

Totally dead.

Sixth round...

Bang, boom, more radioactive than Chernobyl.

-Okay, hand over the money. -What?

What, "what"? The money Liron Hariri paid you for the Torah scroll.

350 thousand dollars.

First of all, 250 thousand, the Rabbi forfeited his cut.

Oh, you can't be serious, Avsha, are you out of your mind?

Why give a criminal his money back?

Wouldn't it be better to help build a classroom, a clinic

a new daycare center, whatever?

Or how about a bonus, don't you think we deserve a little something?

Oh, all right, pain in the ass.

Take it.

Many thanks.

You have reached Doris. I'm not available right now. Please leave a message.

Missed call from Hanoch Gat

Well done, Mr. Gat.

It's very rare to find an ex-career army adjust so well here.

I am pleasantly surprised.

Is that so?

Yes, the Army trains you for teamwork.

They raise wolves.

I raise snakes.

An entirely different kind of animal.

SAT, what are you saying, I've learned to be snake?

Not yet, but you're on the way.

Why are you so serious?

You were paid a compliment. Smile. Lighten up.

Get dressed, let's get to class.

Where's Doris?

-Doris? -Doris.

Doris is at home, most likely drinking tea with lemon, why are you asking?

A wandering agent, no?

An agent, who up to the last minute, has no idea who is in fact handling him.

Excuse me?

Micha didn't send me to act against you. You sent me to act against Doris.

Hanoch, what are you talking about?

You and Micha, the two of you were involved with that shit in Bulgaria.

The mission that you're referring to

was investigated down to the last detail, trust me.

That fellow, Muamer,

the guy I handed over to you, vanished.

And now, suddenly, Doris disappears. Who's next, Yonah?

What's going on here?

-Ah, Hanoch... -That's right, Hanoch

I'm through keeping my mouth shut, pal. I've got my contacts.

There'll be an official inquiry by the army, the police.

At the end of the day, both you and Micha will be in prison.

I'm done here.

Hi, we have to talk.

I startled you.

It wasn't on purpose.

Where are you going?

Bulgaria.

Ir's nice there now.

Almost like spring.

What now?

I'm not going to hurt you, Doris, never.

It offends a bit me that you even consider me capable of doing so.

You killed my husband.

You might be right.

I did have a part in Aron's death.

At least, as far as command responsibility goes...

I'm not immune from making mistakes.

But you accuse me of doing something far beyond that, Doris.

You see me as...

some type of criminal.

-You've built a whole theory for yourself. -I don't see it as a theory.

If I had wanted to get rid of you,

I would have done so long ago.

It's not a threat, Doris.

Everything that you understood,

you understood incorrectly.

Everything you saw has an explanation.

Yes? So, come on, explain.

I'm listening.

-Not now. -When?

-When? -Our next training exercise

will take place outside of Israel.

-Guess where? -Where?

Bulgaria.

I don't want to explain what happened there.

I want you to see it with your own eyes.

You have my word. I won't hide anything from you but there are two conditions.

First, you return to the course.

Second, you stop all your...

How shall we call it?

Your independent investigation.

We got a deal?

Come on, I'll take you home.

Sleep in a normal bed,

and not between all the files.

Rejoice, in the rejoicing of the Torah

Rejoice all the Avashas, rejoice all the Fehdals

Can you cool it with the folklore?

Why do you have to be such a killjoy all the time, why?

-Read this. -What?

Hariri got whacked with an RAG?

-You know who took him out? -Who?

Noam Feldman.

What? Why?

The second team's dry run

turned into very real one,

especially real for our target.

It's taken four years and twelve corpses for them to make peace.

Well, Mr. Avsha, there's nothing you can do about it.

It would have happened with or without us.

Those people kill each other every day.

Don't start identifying too much. he was a criminal, a murderer.

Yeah? What are we?

Look what they wrote.

We didn't put any bomb that didn't go off under Feldman's bench.

Somebody did a number on us and on Feldman.

Somebody so not worried that we'd know who it was,

that he even gave us back the money.

Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in an envelope with his address on it.

This somebody is going to pay for what he's done.