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Hello?

-Hello. -Hi.

Sorry for barging in like this, the door was open.

Yes? How can I help you?

This is the Franks' home, right?

The Franks?

The Franks. Ernst Frank and his wife.

No, there are no Franks here, I think you...

Do you know who owns the apartment?

The apartment belonged to my grandfather, who sadly passed away a week ago.

And his name wasn't Ernst Frank?

No, my grandfather's name was Julius Lange. But who are you?

I'm from the municipal utilities. Are we at Dachauerstraße 6?

Yes, that's correct.

How strange. I don't see any Julius Lange here.

Oh, I see.

He's been living here, right?

My grandfather? No.

For the last two years, it was rented by an Austrian office supplies company.

But they were hardly ever here. The apartment was mostly locked up.

Well... I will take a meter reading, okay?

Yes, go ahead.

Hey, isn't Anna here yet?

No, not yet. We don't know where she is.

Oh, oh. Aren't you a bit late?

What can I do? I'm a night owl, okay?

-I sleep better during the day. -A night owl?

And when they wake you up at five in the army?

No one will wake me up at five.

Really?

They'll just flip you over with your bed.

-No, they won't, Eitan. -You think?

-I'm sure of it. -How can you be sure?

I'm not joining the army.

What do you mean? Everybody has to go.

Not everybody.

I'm not going.

I signed the students' petition.

-They'll destroy this country. -Come on, they won't destroy anything.

You think like a robot.

Thanks.

You're lucky you're so cute.

Yes, you're cool too.

-Cool? -Cool.

Eitan, do you know where Anna is?

The children are waiting.

No, I have no idea.

Do you know if she's prepared a poem?

I don't know. Hadar, I don't know.

But I'm sure my mom will do what she has to do.

Just like every year.

Be calm.

I'm anything but calm, I'm...

Well, never mind, thanks.

Eitan, she's anything but calm.

To hell with it.

-Everything okay, Uri? -Perfectly fine.

How about you?

I'm fine.

Fine, fine.

Steven don't worry, I'll be right back.

Hey.

Dad.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

-Can I talk to you for a moment? -Yes.

I've decided to leave university to go to New York.

Come on, let's talk over there.

-You want to leave the kibbutz? -What? No.

You want to leave the country?

Dad, can you calm down?

-I'm completely calm. -Okay.

I love this guy.

-You'll leave the country for good. -I won't.

I swear, I'll come back and finish my studies, okay?

When will you be back?

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see a bit of the world.

-To be with... -When will you be back?

Tamar,

I need you here.

Mom needs you.

Eitan needs you too.

Our family must not fall apart.

Dad, I promise you we won't fall apart, okay?

That American son of a bitch.

What?

His name is Steven, you know.

He's divorced with a daughter.

Okay.

Do you know what it's like to raise someone else's child?

Besides, he's too old for you.

Like you're older than Mom. And that's never bothered you.

And by the way, you didn't have to threaten him behind my back.

-I didn't threaten him. -Yes, you did.

You did threaten him.

You intimidated him, I know you.

Anyway, Dad, I've already made up my mind, okay?

And Mom has agreed. She understands me.

Tamar.

Tamar.

Anna?

-Anna? -I'm here.

-They're looking for you. -Yes, I know.

I don't have the energy for this.

Catch... There.

-Eitan. -What's up?

Eitan.

-What? -Where's your mom?

I don't know, people keep asking me.

Yes, they've been asking all day. She's in charge of the dance.

She's probably working on her poem for the ceremony.

It's okay. She'll be there.

-Okay? -"Working on her poem."

Ouch.

Hi. Hadar, are you okay?

-Yes, I'm fine. -Are you sure?

Yes, it was just a moment, I'm fine.

-Okay. -I'm fine.

-Hey, have you seen Sammy? -I think he went to the barn.

Ah.

-Would you like some water? -No, thank you.

-Are you sure? -I'm sure.

Thank you very much.

Hadar? Should I go and fetch Sammy?

-It's okay. -Stay here, I'll tell him to come.

Everything's fine, thank you.

-Hi, Uri. -Hi, Omri.

Hadar.

-Are you okay? -Where's Sammy?

What?

-What is this? -Your water broke.

-What, what should I do? -It's okay, you're going into labor.

-What? I... -Come on, come on in.

Come on.

-You're fine. -I can't, I...

Come on. Come on, slowly, slowly. Come on, get in.

Sammy, go get the car.

Come and lean forward here. Sammy, go get the car, now.

Hadar, breathe, breathe slowly.

-Stop! -Breathe with me.

Breathe with me. Slowly.

-Slowly. -Stop! I don't want to, I don't want to.

Hadar, I need you to stay with me, look at me, look at me.

We won't make it to the hospital. Labor's already started.

I don't want to.

You'll give birth here and you'll be fine. I'm with you.

Lean forward.

Breathe slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly, with me.

Great. Come on.

Come on. Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Come on. I'm with you, I've got you.

Yes, lie down.

I'm with you. I'm with you.

I'm with you.

-I'm taking off your underwear, okay? -No, no, no, don't take it off.

Hadar, we won't make it to the hospital. You'll give birth here. It will be fine.

Great, you're doing great.

When it comes...

-Great, you're doing great. -I can't.

-Yes, you can. -I want to go to hospital.

-We're too late. -I don't want to give birth here.

But you're doing it.

-I can't. -You're doing it. And you're doing great.

Let's take a few deep breaths.

Take a few deep breaths. Great. I'll be with you the whole time.

-When you feel another contraction... -Yes?

...push as hard as you can.

Push! Hadar, I can see a head. Hadar, I can see a head.

Don't push, don't push. Take small breaths.

I can see a head, Hadar. I can see... Here it comes. You're doing great.

Congratulations, you have a son.

What are you doing?

Ay, ay, ay.

Come in.

Come in.

-What? You pushed me, get in. -Hey.

-Come on. -Hey, stop it.

What's this? The hero pilot is afraid of cold water?

Okay, give me your hand, I'm getting out.

Stop... Oh!

Is it okay for...

a combat pilot to kiss a conscientious objector?

A combat pilot can do anything.

Why didn't you tell me Tamar is going to America?

With that "doctor"?

We never even discussed it.

How could this be?

Don't you get that if Tamar gets on that plane,

we'll never see her again?

Why is that?

If she goes to America, you know how it is:

She's never coming back.

We need her.

The kibbutz needs her.

The country needs her.

Tamar is 24 years old.

She'll do what's best for her. That'll be best for us too.

And for the kibbutz and the country.

You're being cynical.

Not cynical.

I think she should do it.

And I envy her.

She has the opportunity and the courage to do it.

Is that how you feel?

I would love to do that myself, but I'm buried here.

What's up? Aren't you afraid somebody will see us?

I don't give a damn about them.

Why should I be afraid?

-"I don't give a damn about them." -I don't give a damn.

Let's do something for the harvest celebration.

Like what?

Let's perform on stage.

-Are you crazy? -Come on.

Come on, we'll do...

-What are we going to do? -A skit. About all the sex in the kibbutz.

Living here is like living in a brothel.

While they all act like saints.

You're exaggerating.

-No. I'm not. -No?

-You're exaggerating. -No.

You're a baby, you know that?

That's enough, Andreas, you're making a fool of yourself.

I asked you not to come here anymore. Please respect that.

There is no Ernst Frank at Dachauerstraße 6.

I went back there.

To the same apartment.

Turns out, no family called Frank has ever lived there.

We've been taken for a ride!

So the apartment was rented by an Austrian company?

Yes, but it was hardly used.

Anyone could have broken in.

No.

The company is a front. Somebody is looking for us.

Somebody your new friend works for. And he doesn't work alone.

I got the address...

from his ID card.

Which means the ID card was fake.

What's that?

The copy of Dieter Rhoys' autopsy report.

Where did you get that?

That's not relevant...

Read the red highlights in the summary on page two.

There are no signs or indications of previous heart muscle issues.

Ulrich, this can't all be a coincidence.

The comrades that didn't recognize him in the photo...

An apartment he never lived in...

A woman who played his wife, and now this...

That bastard killed Rhoys.

I was such an idiot to believe that rat.

Listen...

I want to apologize to you, Andreas.

The question is, what do we do with him?

Invite him to a meeting, and we will question him.

Give him what he deserves.

We can't risk that, Andreas. If the police ever search this house...

We'll all end up in jail.

Let's do nothing for now.

If Ernst contacts us, we will decide on the best way forward.

Alright.

Yes.

What's up?

It's the embassy in Rio de Janeiro. Tzvika's team was inside the house.

What do we know?

The team spotted someone who definitely looked like Mengele.

I'm waiting for the photos.

I hope it's true.

I hope it's true.

Hello? Yes.

Are you sure?

Can you please verify?

Okay.

I understand. Okay. I'm waiting for the photos.

What?

Mengele was inside the house, but they missed him.

He left a few minutes before they came in.

What do you mean?

They saw his shaving stuff. There was still foam on the brush.

Well...

Finally.

We're getting close to that bastard. After 20 years.

You were right.

About Uri.

I thought you were leading him to slaughter,

but not only did he manage to survive, he also gave us the information.

That guy is one in a million.

He's fulfilled his deal with you.

His deal wasn't with me, it was with the state.

And you're talking like his friend again.

Not like a professional.

That's why you allowed yourself to give him the poison.

Anyone else in your place would have been fired.

You promised to protect Eitan in return for information on Mengele.

And I'll keep my promise.

You've known me for a long time. I keep my word.

Besides, I have plans for him.

Wait, aren't you forgetting something?

You invite me for Shavuot every year. What's going on this year?

-I've given up because you never come. -Well...

Well... you're most welcome. You'll be my guest of honor.

Why didn't you wake me up? I have to rehearse for the ceremony.

I wanted you to get some rest. That's more important.

Since when do you decide what's more important?

Okay, take him inside, it's too hot for him.

-I'll get ready. -When will we talk?

Talk?

What's there to talk about? What are you going to say?

Talking won't change what I saw, Sammy.

I won't get the image of you two out of my head.

But we should talk about it. I want to explain.

-No, I can't. I have to go, I... -The ceremony will be fine without you.

Let go of my hand.

Do you want me to let go altogether? Just say it.

Is that what you want?

What? You want to go to your usual place?

There is no usual place, it was only once.

I saw how you looked at her and what you were thinking.

With her of all people, Sammy?

I've always envied her.

How she built a life and integrated, while I remained a stranger.

This isn't the house I grew up in. I have no roots here, it feels temporary.

Nonsense. You're lucky they got you out of the house you grew up in.

You grew up somewhere else. So what? You've been here since you were 13.

-They sent me here when I was 12. -Okay, 12, even better.

You forgot my name at the children's home?

-Tell me, who remembers that? -I remember!

"Negro". And on my bed it said "outcast". That's what I am to this day.

Please, that's not why you slept with her, okay?

It was a moment of madness.

-I didn't initiate it. -I can't.

I don't have any confidence in myself, but you're the one who heals me.

I'm an idiot for risking that, and I swear it won't happen again.

I can't. I can't right now. I have to go.

-Hadar. -Enough.

-Anna. -Huh?

-I have a surprise for you. -Oh.

Your letter has arrived.

Thank you, Pinchas.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

-Hey. -Since when do you lock up?

I don't know why I did that.

I don't know what to do about the trip with Steven.

What's there not to know?

Dad doesn't want me to go. It's driving him crazy.

He thinks if I go, it's the end of the family.

That's ridiculous.

It's his problem that he feels that way.

And believe me, he can deal with it.

Okay, I'll make us some coffee. Would you like some?

I'll take that as a yes.

So you think I should just go?

Yes, just go.

If you love Steven, then buy yourself a ticket and go.

Look at that, I also end up following the first guy I was with.

-I guess I really am your daughter. -I wish your father had been my first.

-What do you mean? -Never mind, it's not important.

-What? No, you started to say it. Who? -Tamush, please leave it alone.

-No. -We're talking about you and Steven.

No, you can't do this to me. You started to say something. Who was it?

-I don't want to talk about it. -What? Who came before Dad?

-Who was the first? -Tami, stop it.

Is this another thing you want to hide from me?

I'm a big girl, Mom.

-Or I won't tell you anything eith... -Anton.

It was Anton.

The son of the farmer who hid me.

The Nazis killed his parents because of me.

So he hated me.

He would bring me food...

But I had to take my clothes off for it.

And he also wanted me to...

touch him...

Do all kinds of things to him.

I told him I didn't want to, so...

So he hit me.

Once he hit me so hard that I passed out.

And then he did it.

Whenever I told him I didn't want to, he hit me and didn't give me food.

And it went on for...

six months?

I don't know.

I lost track of time. I lost track of time in that hole.

He raped me every day.

As often as he wanted to.

And then one day...

I left, I ran away, just like that. With nothing, without a plan.

I left. I didn't care.

Let them catch me, let them kill me. Maybe I even wanted that to happen.

I wanted to get it over with.

I was 14 years old.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I'm just realizing that

it was because of you that Mom was able to function and have a family.

What did she tell you?

She told me, Dad.

About Anton, the farmer's son.

How he raped her for six months.

You knew about that, right? You don't keep secrets from each other.

You didn't know?

You didn't know about that?

Where are you going?

Dad.

You really didn't know?

Look, she's very fragile right now.

What does that mean?

That the testimony she gave to you and the young doctor from America

was a mistake.

Don't blame me for this, okay?

I'm not blaming you, I'm just stating a fact.

Since she spoke with you two, she hasn't slept at night.

Tamar,

I'm going to see Mom alone.

Are you sure? I can come. I'll talk to her too.

Absolutely sure.

I'll talk to you in the morning.

Okay.

I'm sorry, Dad. I wish I could take it back.

It'll be fine.

"The SS Sturmbannführer Martin Breitner has not been seen since January 1945."

He may have been killed.

One possibility is that former Jewish prisoners

from the Nazi concentration camps

or Jewish soldiers serving in the British army

located his hiding place and executed him.

There are no official documentations of such an event.

His body was never found.

Breitner has a birthmark,

dark brown,

"crescent shape, on his left thigh."