All language subtitles for Fauda.S05E03

Gabi.

Talk.

I'm in trouble.
I need you to rescue me.

Talk to me.

The story with Eli got messy.
We gotta get outta here.

I see.

Okay, leave the apartment immediately.

I'll try to put you up
in my friend's gallery.

In the meantime, don't talk to anyone,
don't do anything,

and stay away from the airport.

Your names and faces
might be in the system.

And Doron, stay available.

The slightest bit of stress,
and there goes your diet.

I told you, it was predictable.
That's who he is.

Tell me, do you also have
anything clever to say?

Or are you just here
to show how right you are?

Keep an eye on things
and stay available.

-You're flying there?
-Of course.

-I'm coming with you.
-Forget it.

want to help.

And who will manage recruiting?
My grandma?

-Lia, can I rely on you?
-Now you're just being offensive.

Getting offended is a choice, darling.

-Doron.
-Eli, I'll be there in ten minutes.

-Make sure the street is clear.
-Hold on.

I see two guys, they look suspicious.

-Wait for us at the back.
-Okay.

Wrap things up quickly,
I'm on my way.

Let's go.

Did it go smoothly?

What?

Change of plans.

Did Dana screw us over?

Talk to me, bro!

You killed him?

"Oh Lord, God of vengeance."

Thank you, bro.

TEL AVIV, ISRAEL

SHIN BET HQ

Yes
Naama.

I got the update.

Why weren't the security guards with you?

He asked me to come solo.

Besides,
what would they do with a body?

He was already dead when I got there.

It's a serious intel setback, Dana,

especially at the state we're in.

-I'll fix it.
-How?

We have no idea
who killed him and why.

They could be escaping right now.

Give me a few days, okay?
I'll find out what happened

and we'll take it from there.

Make sure to keep me updated.

And I gave the French police your number,

they have questions.

Dana, always remember

that diplomacy is part of the gig.

To hell with this wolrd..

Come this way, please.

Miss Marciano?

It's fine, she's with me.

Okay, go ahead.

-Mr. Bruno, nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too.

I'm sorry, I apologize for meeting here
instead of over lunch,

but time is short and you have
the same fish in Tel Aviv, right?

Actually, I want to taste
your famous Bouillabaisse, right?

Yes, Bouillabaisse, yes.
-Hopefully, tomorrow.

-Hopefully. Are you briefed?
-Uh, yes. Two Gazans, Hamas background,

and another passerby
who stumbled into it,

and you suspect
it might be an Israeli squad?

No, we don't suspect, we know.

Four killers, minimum, minus one.

This is Salem al-Heib,

Israeli Bedouin, arrived a few days ago,

suspected in the restaurant incident,

the murder of Naji, the bystander,

and the attack on Eyad Dahduh.

I want everything: military records,
connections, everything.

Any more info?

Not for now.

I assume you know the Gazans better.

If you have intel, we'll take it.

Alright. I'll check everything
and get back to you, okay?

Miss Marciano...

there are 200,000 Muslims
boiling over these killings in this city.

Three killers still at large,
fluent Arabic, military trained,

and I must stop them
before they strike again.

And when I catch them,
they're going to pay.

Sure. We're in this together.

Good.

The murder of Maher Zaitun
marks the third murder

of a Muslim immigrant in Marseille
in the last few days,

The name of another victim who was
at the restaurant has yet to be released.

-What are they saying?
-They still have no suspects.

According the police,
it's under heavy investigation.

Bro, your cigarette is killing me.
Move over.

For fuck's sake..

We're just waiting here
like fucking idiots.

Pro-Palestinian organizations
blame Israel for the murders.

We gotta get outta here, bro.

Who is it?

It's Papa.

Oh, it's Papa.

Damn Frenchies. Nothing but stairs!

Some exercise won't hurt you!

Watch it, or I'll hurt you, you dick!

What's come over you?
Have you completely lost it?

-Where's "Clint"?
-In the room for hours, must be asleep.

Did you miss me?

-Don't-
-Come on, let me read it.

"A girl in a red dress, with open eyes.

"A shirtless guy with a shoulder tattoo.

"Bleeding tin walls..."

Forget it.

I can't forget it, because someone
urged me to fly to Marseille urgently

after shooting a Shin Bet asset
in front of a Division Head we both know.

What...

What did that son of a bitch say
to make you go berserk?

It's not just what he said.

It was his smirk.

He killed Hagit.

And I saw black.

The screen went black on me.

I lost control.
All I wanted was to kill that fucker.

Doron,

my dear man,

your reaction was nothing but natural,
reasonable and instinctive.

Don't feel guilty about it.

Gabi, come on...

Get up, wash your face and freshen up.

-We're having a meeting
-What meeting?

A meeting to discuss
how to get you guys outta here ASAP.

Yes, Anne?

-I just want to see him.
-Anne, please.

It's better if you remember him
as he was.

Please, please, just one last time,
just two minutes.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You promised me.

You were supposed to protect him.

Yes?

-What's going on?
-We're arranging the funeral.

Look out for your people.
Gather everyone. As of today,

everyone sleeps on mattresses
at the Center, on high alert.

We should protest!

Abu Zaher...

Sheikh, people are talking,
they think we're weak.

-It could harm us.
-Let them talk.

Patience.
We'll strike when the time is right.

Abu Zaher, revenge is coming.

Hi, Amira.

How are you?

Where's our star?

Making sure the coast is clear
and that he has an escape route.

Look, you're both angry.

You're both right and you're both wrong.

Our goal now is to extract you guys ASAP,
before all hell breaks loose.

You fucking bitch!
Why did you lie to us?!

How dare you open your mouth?
I could have you arrested for treason.

Treason? I'm the traitor?!

Am I the one who recruited
and handled that son of a bitch,

knowing what he did to Hagit?! Huh?!

He deserved each one of those bullets!

Doron is right. Hagit... the kids..

We're a family, Dana.

You've been in Hi-Tech for too long, huh?

You forgot what our line of work is like.

"The bigger the scum,
the deeper the shit."

You taught me that.

What do you think
all these Nukhbas are doing here?

They're planning the next mega-attack!
That's what they're doing!

Here in Marseille?

In Israel.

Ever hear of Saeed al-Hatib?
Europe's Sinwar.

He's built an operational terror system
to continue the October 7th attack.

Here is where they recruit activists,

and Maher, that son of a bitch,
was my inside source,

my key to stopping it in time, but you...

In any case, it's not your concern.

I'll stay here and try to clean up
the mess you've made

while you two sleep
in your cozy beds at home.

That's what you came here to ask, no?

Is there any way we can fix this?

You guys?
No. You've done enough damage.

Start packing up.
You're flying back to Israel.

-Yes, Amiram.
-I did a background check on Maher

-and found something interesting
-Okay.

As you know, he was in charge
of all incoming funds to Yummah,

and before he died,
he withdrew all their funds

450,000 euros scattered
between five different banks in Europe.

-Are you sure?
-100%.

But I don't know what it means
or where they wired the money.

-They might've cashed it all
-They're planning to leave.

-What?
-They're planning to leave,

that's why they withdrew it all.
They're up to something. Dammit.

Thanks for the update.

-Call if anything else pops up, okay?
-Will do.

Dammit!

-Yes?
-Gabi...

we need to talk.

-Who are they?
-I don't know.

-You don't know them?
-No.

Hello, Anne.

If you don't mind,
we need a moment alone.

Go, I'll call you later.

I'm Saeed al-Hatib.

If it's alright,
I'd like to talk you privately.

Well, you left me no choice.

The Khan Yunis team.

That's where we met.
It was before I'd left Algiers.

He was like a cat, this guy.
A suicidal goalie.

He'd pounce at the strikers
on the Rafah team.

But they were real cheaters

Half the team had beards

but they were 12 years old
on their certificates.

Have you heard about me?

No, and I doubt you knew Maher,
because he hated soccer.

What did he tell you
about his life in Gaza?

What do you want?

Where's your phone?

Here, why?

Because I'm about to tell you things
I don't want others to overhear.

Hand it over.

Kareem...

let's start from the beginning.

I'm here to offer my condolences.

I knew your husband very well

He may have lost his love for soccer,
but not for his homeland.

Maher was a great commander.

He fought like a lion for al-Aqsa.

He led his men courageously

and with extraordinary determination

Single-handedly
killed dozens of IDF soldiers.

When the IDF entered Gaza,

he tried to help his family escape

He was badly wounded,
but at the last minute

we managed to send him
to Turkey for treatment.

Sadly, the enemy defeated him last night

Maher was the hero of Palestine.

A martyr.

And it was his will
to continue the Resistance.

So I'll ask again:

Did he ever mention my name to you?

No.

I knew he worked with Hamas,

that he'd lost his family in Gaza,
that he'd been wounded,

but that's all. There's a whole lot
I didn't know about him

And now that you know?

It makes me love him even more.

Heart of gold and sword of silver.

That's how he will be remembered,
God willing.

I spoke with Dana. You have a chance
to fix the damage you've done,

but it means
you must totally reset your systems

no more personal wars,
strictly operational.

Hamas is operating a local
community center named Yummah.

It's a known method:
Establish an "innocent" non-profit,

recruit people and raise lots of money,
while the real goal is terrorism.

Sugarcoating the hornet's nest
from all sides.

This is the Center.

We found out that Maher depleted
the organization's bank accounts,

so they're probably
planning a campaign soon.

Our mission is to provide intel
and see if our assumption is correct.

But it's an off-grid operation.

Which means, if you screw up
the Shin Bet can't help you.

If the local intel agency catches you,
you'll be doing 20 years minimum

and be surrounded by more Arabs
than in Jenin.

We'll take that chance.

Ayub, we answer only to you,
not Dana or anyone else.

That's also my deal with Dana.

All indications show
that they're planning a terror attack.

Something big.

Hello?

You scared me.

What's up?

Everything's fine.

Are you guys coming back?

I might have to stay longer.

I fucked up.

What happened?

What did you do, Doron?

You're freaking me out, what happened?

Is Eli okay?

Eli is fine.

So why can't you guys come back?

Come on, Doron..

Lovely.

So much for self-care.

Why are you doing this to me, huh?!

I told you I can't come back!
You know why?!

Because if I do, it all goes to shit!

I can't come back now!
I can't!

Gali...
Gali, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry-

Fuck.

Consider this a gesture
to preserve our relationship.

We went over the lists of all the Israelis
who entered these past few days.

We identified him by his tattoo.

Herzl Pinto. An Israeli.

His profile is clean.

Which also means
he's with the Israeli special forces,

just like the Bedouin.

Is that all you've got?

I brought you his photo with his details--

He looks like every other Arab here!

The Israelis come here,
kill my men as if we're in Ramallah,

and all I get is a blurry photo?!

-You must be crazy--
-No, you're the one who's crazy!

Let me make this clear -

you owe me!

I made you a hero!

I built your career!

And now, when I need you,
you spit in my face?!

Worse yet, you make me do your job!

As far as I'm concerned, our deal is off.

-Which means?
-That I no longer owe you answers.

Throwing in the towel
won't benefit either of us.

Remember, I can take down
your Center in an instant.

Calm your people down.

Tell them we're doing everything we can
to catch the killers.

They don't always listen.

This is our target.
Issam Shabaneh, "Abu Zaher".

He's known as the second in command
of Saeed al-Hatib,

the head of the snake.
Issam Shabaneh

was the Rafah Brigade's deputy
battalion commander on October 7th.

He fled to Sinai before the IDF entered,

and joined the local terror network
here in Marseille.

We need to catch him alive.

There's going to be a big march
in the city center today.

That's our chance to catch him.
If we reach him, we could reach al-Hatib.

All the western intel agencies
are after that bastard.

Where do you think you're going?

It's okay, let her in.

Abu Zaher is always guarded
by a pair of armed bastards

who were released
in the recent hostage deal.

Those fuckers have blood on their hands.

Hassan al-Nassiri
a Palestinian from Gaza,

a Yummah activist and avid supporter.

And this hunk is Alaa Sulimani,
a Palestinian from the West Bank

They guard him 24/7.

Anne?

Hi.

-Hey.
-I'm happy to see you here.

Tonight we're going
to properly honor your husband.

And it's a great privilege
to have you joining us.

Thank you.

Just a warning:
the march could escalate.

Do you need me
to assign someone to you?

-No, it's okay.
-Are you sure?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Okay.

You will need this.

There will be smoke.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Don't smoke near the Molotov Cocktails

Right.

My brothers!

Tonight is a night of great sadness
and immense rage!

The enemy has entered our home
like a coward, and is still on the loose!

And what does the police do? Nothing!

-And what does the country do?
-Nothing!

We demand justice for Eyad and Maher!

Call your brothers and your families,
and tell them to flood the city!

Anyone who opposes the Zionists,

anyone Palestinian at heart,

must take to the streets and shout!

Tonight we are one!

We'll remind everyone
who really runs this city!

One more thing. The local police
isn't like the Israeli police.

They have a special force
for breaking up protests.

They don't play games.
They hate the protestors more than you do.

When they break up a protest,
all hell breaks loose -

brains spill all over the asphalt
and eyes roll on the streets.

Be careful, it's no joke.

Make no mistake, this isn't Province.
We're at the heart of the Resistance.

Revenge! Revenge!

Ayub, Abu Zaher is in sight.

-Steve, get ready.
-Copy that.

Justice! Justice!

Revenge! Revenge!

Allahu akbar!

Stun grenade!

-Talk to me, what's going on there?
-It's getting out of hand.

-Where is he going?
-Abu Zaher is leaving! Hurry!

Steve, get here with the van,
We're about to grab him. Get going.

Dammit

The street is blocked from both ends,
I can't get out.

Fire!

Violent clashes
have erupted at the protest..

Doron!

Amir! Get up.

Come on, let's go!

Pickup is cancelled!

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine.

Résistanc Steve, do you copy?

Copy. Talk.

We got the target. We're on
Saint-Germain st., awaiting pickup.

Pickup is cancelled. I ditched the van.
I'm coming there on foot.

The police is coming!

Stop, sir! Show me your ID!

Steve!

-Whoa, okay, okay! -Face the wall! OCK&INDI

-Face the wall!
-Whoa, okay, okay!

Okay, relax!

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine.

-Press there.
-Thanks.

His friends are here.

You know him?

Come with us, Abu Zaher.

-Thank you, my friends.
-Take care.

Dammit

Steve, answer me. Steve!

Steve, answer me. Steve!

Gabi, I think they've arrested Steve.

Gabi, I think they've arrested Steve.

-Are you sure?
-I don't know, he vanished.

-He just threw away his ear piece.
-He knows the drill, he cut himself off.

-Dammit!
-Just come home.

Look out on your left, bro.

Peace be upon you.

-Upon you be peace. Are you okay?
-I was looking for you.

I wanted to thank you again
and apologize for ruining your shirt.

-They say blood doesn't wash off.
-It does, with cold water and soap.

As long as I've got my health,
everything's fine, thank God.

-Is your accent Jordanian?
-Palestinian. From Balata, near Nablus.

-Been there?
-Of course. I'm Abu Zaher, from Rafah.

I'm Amir Mahajne,
and this is Ali Masrawi.

-Nice to meet you.
-Same here.

Are you new to Marseille?

We've been here a month or so.

-Would you like a ride home?
-No, thanks, buddy.

Please. Thanks to you,
I can sleep in my clean bed tonight

and not in a flea-infested one.

Thanks again, Abu Zaher,
but we live nearby. There's no need.

You saved me and you're being polite.

Get in, I want us to talk face to face.

-Open the door. Get in.
-Alright.

Let them out.

Get out.

Hey!

Hey, take it easy, will you?!

Hush.

What's the deal with you guys?

Are you collaborating with the Jews?
Huh? Answer me!

English: Hagit Harel