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I'm so stupid.

-You're not stupid. -I am.

I got this idea stuck in my head...

That you were a Nazi officer.

-What? -I don't know what I was thinking.

I thought I was going crazy.

-Where did you get that idea? -It's nothing.

Because of your number.

Remember I told you what I saw at Yad Vashem?

Another prisoner with a number like yours who was murdered in Auschwitz?

It's been on my mind ever since.

But how could you believe that?

Obviously, I didn't,

that's why those thoughts have shaken me up so much.

-What? Wait, where are you going? -To the factory.

Right now?

Can't it wait until the morning?

There's something I need to check.

Go back to sleep.

I won't be long.

-Hello. -Hello, hello.

How are you? How's Eitan?

You've been through a lot.

Well, he's okay, but let's skip the pleasantries.

I understand I have no choice,

so I'll fly out to the meeting in Munich tomorrow.

Alright.

I'm risking my life here.

Heinrich Hoch had better be coming from Brazil, like Getter promised.

And I hope he really knows where Mengele is,

like you all think.

And that I'll have the chance to talk to him.

I hope so too.

But Uri,

look at me.

Don't show your curiosity.

Don't mention Mengele at your first meeting with Hoch and the others.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

There's a flight to Munich in a few hours. I'll book you a ticket.

Tell me.

My wife's still shaken up after everything that happened with Ethan.

And on top of that, my frequent trips to Germany

make everything even harder for her.

Of course.

She's not in a good mental state, to be honest,

and I don't blame her.

I need peace of mind while I'm there.

It would really help me if I could tell her

that my trips to Munich are part of a very important mission.

For Mossad.

What do you mean by, "Anna is not in a good mental state"?

What do you say?

I'm very sorry, but...

That's impossible.

That American professor is staying at the kibbutz.

Thelma spoke with him.

I've never seen her like that.

She told me about what had happened to her.

I could not believe it.

I had no idea what this woman had been through in her life.

What are you trying to say?

I can understand why Anna is not in a good mental state.

But I trust her. And I think Uri can tell her.

Not everything, but...

Whatever he can.

So can I tell her?

I'm very sorry, I understand how difficult it is,

but you can't say a word to Anna about your work here.

Just say the trip to Germany is part of the factory deal.

That is plausible. It's for the future of your children and grandchildren.

She'll understand.

Why are you still in bed?

-What's up? -Yuck. Eitan, this place stinks.

Come on, get up, it's nearly evening.

What?

-No, no, no. -A little sunshine, what's the big deal?

Some fresh air.

-Good morning. -Good morning indeed.

Oh, dear.

Ew, this place is a pigsty.

-Get up, it's almost evening. -You really want to help?

-Yes. -You don't need to worry. Look at me.

A small black coffee, no sugar.

-Okay? -Very funny.

Get one of your groupies to make your coffee.

There's a line of girls outside. I could barely get in.

-Are you decent? -No.

Come on, I'm not looking. Move.

What...

-Get up. -Jerk.

These tomatoes are absolutely ancient.

Mom told me about her childhood during the Holocaust.

What?

You heard me.

What did she say?

Her parents left her with some Dutch farmer,

whose cows her dad had looked after.

She told me she never said goodbye.

She was angry with them. And she didn't say goodbye to them.

And she...

She can't forgive herself for that to this day.

She just told you that?

Yes.

What?

I don't know, I...

To me, Dad was always a Holocaust survivor.

Dad, with his accent,

with the number on his arm, a Holocaust survivor...

And Mom...

Mom, no.

What, her nightmares didn't convince you?

Until you told me, I didn't know about that at all.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Hey.

-Uri. -Steven.

-So, how are the interviews going so far? -They're going very, very well.

Yeah, I heard you really get people to open up, like Thelma, for example.

I've got to finish putting these dishes away.

-Then I'll help you. -Thank you. I could use the help.

Yeah.

I wish I could open up like that.

-You could try. -You think it would do me good?

From what I know in my experiences, I think it would do you good, yes.

-So then, maybe I would give it a try. -Well, I'd welcome it.

I'd be so happy to interview you, and I know that Tamar would be very happy.

So if Tamar will be happy, that will double the reward.

It sure would.

But what if the interview doesn't do me so good?

Well, we can stop whenever you want.

Could that moment be too late?

Well, I don't know that, but I think it's worth a shot.

-You think so? -Yeah.

I think it's a healthy and important process, even if it hurts.

But maybe I kept those traumatic moments and memories

locked up into a box for a good reason, and maybe if I open the box,

I won't be able to shut it again, and then maybe I won't be able to sleep,

and I'd get anxious and angry, and I will have to take pills.

I hope that doesn't happen.

Yeah, you hope so, but are you willing to take responsibility for that?

I can't take responsibility for that.

No, why would you? Why would you do something like that?

You have a good topic for your thesis, and to hell with the survivors.

They can deal with it themselves, right?

They got away from the Nazis, so...

they will get away from an interview.

Look, Uri, I apologize, my intentions are good...

I'm sure they are,

you have it written on your forehead: nice guy with good intentions.

But your good intentions are paving the road to hell.

So I'm asking you... No, I'm telling you:

Stay away from my wife.

-Sorry, I didn't hear that. -I promise to stay away from Anna.

-What? -I promise to stay away from Anna.

Thank you very much.

What?

We're like a poster in "Photo Faraj."

-We're what? -"Photo Faraj."

It's like we're in a picture that is very kitschy.

Yeah, it's definitely kitschy.

Kind of like the sunsets back home.

Listen, about our conversation the other day...

You mean, how I agree to leave everything behind here

and you're leaving me after two weeks in New York?

What?

You say what you think, you have no filter.

Why do you think I'm going to leave you?

Because...

Steven, here I look to you like...

Like some Jewish Pocahontas from the Galilee.

But in New York you'll have a girl who doesn't know how to do anything.

Listen...

I don't care what you can or can't do in New York.

It doesn't matter to me.

Okay.

I'll think of it.

-You'll think of it? -It's a good thing.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm sorry.

I have to fly out to Germany again.

What happened?

We couldn't fix the production line.

What does that mean?

Maybe they'll cancel the deal.

-So you're flying to Munich again now? -Yes, I'll be back on Wednesday.

Visiting Yad Vashem wasn't good for you.

Maybe you should go to a sanatorium for a few days,

at least until I get back.

You think I need a sanatorium?

I think it wouldn't hurt.

Anna.

-What? -Listen.

The deal really is in danger,

but that's not why I'm going to Munich.

So why are you going?

Rafi recruited me to work for Mossad.

I'm going there to gather intelligence about a Nazi war criminal.

I'm risking my life to find a Nazi.

See you on Wednesday.

Mom.

-Hey. -Hi.

-How are you? -Fine.

Listen...

We found out that Steven has to go back to New York soon.

I'm thinking of going with him.

-Mom. -Yes.

-Did you hear me? -Sorry, I was miles away. I'm listening.

I know the kibbutz is funding my degree and everything,

but I have less than a year left, so I can finish it afterwards.

Stephen has added me to his research, so we can continue it in New York.

This is groundbreaking research. It could be my PhD.

You know? So academically it's like winning the lottery. It's crazy.

Yes.

Mom, I'm scared of this too, okay?

You know me, I don't usually do things like this.

We might get to America and realize it's not...

-Okay, can we stop for a moment? Sorry. -Yes.

I'm sorry, this just feels like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Otherwise I might grow old in the kibbutz without even noticing.

I completely understand.

I trust you to make the right decision. Okay?

You've been the most responsible person in this family since the age of four.

Well, I won't do anything without talking to Dad.

Okay, talk to him.

And remember, it's your life, not his.

-Okay. -I'm going to Thelma's, okay?

Thank you.

-Who's there? -Anna.

-Thelma is out, I'm in the shower. -I'm here to see you, just for a second.

Is something wrong?

I have a question.

Okay, but is it urgent?

It's urgent.

-Did you recruit Uri to Mossad? -What?

Uri told me you recruited him to hunt Nazis.

That he's in Germany for that, not for the factory.

-You know I can't answer that. -You can. You can answer me.

Get dressed, and I'll be back in 15 minutes?

15 minutes won't help.

I can't talk to you about my work.

Rafi,

I really don't care about your little spy games.

All your secrets and lies. I won't tell anyone, and no one cares.

I just want to know whether it's true or not.

I can't discuss it with you.

I can't confirm what you said.

-But you don't deny it either. -I don't. I just can't comment.

Ernst. Hello.

-Hello. -The others are waiting for you, come in.

Ernst.

May I introduce Dieter Rhoys?

A very good friend who flew in from Rio de Janeiro today.

Pleasure.

-Nice to meet you, Dieter Rhoys. -Ernst Frank.

And this is Heinrich Hoch.

Heinrich Hoch, my God, I've been an admirer of yours since I was eighteen.

The only Waffen-SS officer ever to receive

the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves

from the Führer himself

because he returned to the battlefield with a prosthetic leg to keep fighting.

My respect.

Where did you find this guy, Getter?

How much did you pay him for this performance?

What happened to your arm?

It's broken, I fell while rock climbing. I'll be fine.

We've been waiting for you to go hunting in the forest

and catch something for lunch.

In memory of the good old days when the two of us were still young.

Good, then I would like to go hunting with Mr. Hoch.

Your idol has a wooden leg.

A one-armed man and a one-legged man.

I don't think we'd make a good team.

We might go from being hunters to being hunted.

Okay, Heinrich and I will go together, and you go with Dieter.

He's an excellent marksman. Only needs one shot to hit the target.

-Very well. -I've laid out clothes and shoes for you.

Good.

-I know you from somewhere. -Yeah?

Unfortunately, I can't remember. But I'm glad to meet you now. Come on.

It would be best to divide the forest into sectors.

You follow the stream heading west, we will head east.

-Sounds good. -Good. See you back here in four hours.

-Good hunting! -Good hunting!

Let's see if you get anything at all.

-Are you still in touch with old comrades? -No, not at all.

Nothing at all. Getter's invitation came out of nowhere.

But it's hard to say no to Getter.

No one dares to refuse him anything.

But I was surprised that Hoch dares to come to Germany at all.

I thought he would never leave South America.

He's here at least once a year.

I don't ask any questions.

But I'm sure someone has something to do with it.

-Many still hold him in high regard. -Rightly so.

And how is life in Brazil?

Ah, I'm used to it now.

You know, it's not too bad.

You have wonderful food, wonderful soccer,

beautiful beaches and the most beautiful women.

I would like to go there.

For the soccer, of course.

Well, many good friends live there.

From Bormann to Mengele.

I don't know anything about Bormann, but Mengele does live nearby,

on a remote farm outside Rio.

And how is he? Are you still in touch with him?

No, not really, but Hoch has been for over 20 years.

Goes to see him from time to time.

Apparently, Mengele is very scared that Mossad will catch him and string him up.

-Yes. -Like Eichmann.

That armchair warrior.

-Is that the path? -Yes.

-This thing is pretty heavy. -Yes.

-Let's take a break. -Yes. Oh God.

That reminds me of my time in the Hitler Youth.

Same here.

One day, we were on one of those survival exercises.

We had to spend the whole... the whole day chopping wood.

Then we had to drag it down to the river to build a raft.

We had to do the same thing.

-Really? -My muscles were still sore a month later.

And I still feel the same,

only 40 years older and 90 pounds heavier.

Bäumler. No!

-What? -Breitner!

Martin! Martin Breitner!

Now I can finally place you.

I just knew all along that I know you from somewhere.

But your face is...

You had some sort of operation, right?

I knew people were doing that, but I didn't know you could change that much.

Now I understand why you were avoiding me.

You could have said you were Martin Breitner.

Come on!

Listen...

What you just said has to stay between us.

Not even my wife knows that, let alone my children.

Martin Breitner must be buried and lost forever.

Please promise me that you won't tell Hoch or Getter.

Can I count on you?

In honor of the past?

I'll take it to my grave. Martin!

-Bullseye! -Our lunch is saf...

-And another one. -Shit, what was that?

-Come on, we have to go there. -We have to go, right?

Are there any clues?

I can't determine the cause of death without an autopsy.

But of course I'll have a look.

Okay, let's start again. What happened exactly?

-He just collapsed. -Just like that?

Just like that, while he was walking. Collapsed.

He shot the deer, we carried it,

and then he suddenly collapsed and was dead.

I tried to resuscitate him.

Then I gave the signal and dragged him here.

-And? -Everything points to a heart attack...

I've known him for over 20 years. He's never had any heart problems.

I've seen sudden deaths like this before. It happens.

If I had known he had a weak heart, I would have carried the deer on my own.

How were you supposed to know? You just met him today.

From one second to the next...

We were talking about the venison roast... and then he collapsed.

And now he's dead.

That's fate.

Shit.

Honey. I know, I'm sorry, I... There is lots to do before the ceremony.

-I'll be home soon. -No, it's okay, do what you have to do.

-Did you come to be with me for a bit? -Yes.

My sweetheart. I'll make something to drink.

What?

I think I fixed the new production line.

By doing the opposite of what Uri said.

-Well, great. -I think I fixed it, I'm not sure.

-What? -Listen...

If I wait for Uri and say what I did, he won't let me start it.

Of course not.

And if I start it up without his permission and it fails,

this could destroy the deal with the Germans.

Do you want me to come with you?

And you'll start it?

-You think I should? -Of course.

Well? What do we need to do now?

Nothing, everything's ready. I just need to push the button.

Shall I push it?

No, relax, redhead.

-So you just want me to hold your hand? -Sort of.

Okay, then, push it.

Here we go.

Sammy.

Sammy, it's working.

It's working. Sammy!

I knew it!

"'I can give you my decision today, Monsieur', he said."

'I can't follow your advice.'

'I simply can't.' He said this helplessly, angrily.

The words left his mouth harshly, one separated from the next.

'Goodbye, Gilbert, ' he said, and left the room.

Three days later he went to Paris, raised money with some difficulty,

"and, with more difficulty, gained passage and embarked for America."

Thank you.

Mom.

Mom.

You know something? You have two grandchildren.

Tamar and Eitan.

Tamar is 23 years old.

Eitan is 21. Tamar is at university.

Eitan is in the army.

I am married, have a wife I love very much.

Her name is Anna.

I live in Israel.

I'm sorry I caused you so much pain, Mom.

There was no other way.

I used to ask you for advice.

I'd really like to know what I should do now.

We brought peace upon you

We brought peace upon you

We brought peace upon you

We brought peace, peace, peace...