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God dammit.

Get up, you dumb-ass. Let's dump him in the trash.

Hurry.

Ready?

-Salem... -Eli, we have to go.

Come.

-Guard the door. -Where to?

Go in.

Wash up quickly, our flight leaves in an hour and a half.

I'm not coming.

What do you mean?

I'm staying here.

We have to get outta here.

The Nukhba said there was another guy, Maher Zaitun.

He's the one who murdered them. He was his commander.

He lives here, in Marseille,

and I have his address.

I must find him and talk to him.

All of France is about to hunt us down! We have to go, now!

Then go.

Go. Nobody asked you to come here.

Go back to your cushy life, to your hypnotherapy.

-Get in the shower already! -Leave me alone, you bastard!

-Calm down! -Leave me alone!

-Calm down! -Leave me alone!

Leave me alone...

Calm down.

Breathe. Breathe.

-Breathe... -I'm sorry, bro...

I have no life.

-I have no life... -Breathe.

-I have no life... -Breathe.

Everything is dark in my head.

It's all dark...

Calm down, bro. Calm down.

Leave me alone!

Salem was right.

I won't have a life.

If I don't finish them, I won't have a life.

I can't go on.

Go... go home.

-Leave me here. -You know I won't leave you here alone!

What did Eyad say?

Maher, his squad commander,

was inside my home.

What are the odds that two squad members are here in Marseille?

Doron, I saw it in his eyes,

he was telling the truth.

Listen to me carefully.

We'll go there together, me and you,

and get whatever we can from him. We'll hear him out,

interrogate him, get every last detail,

and reach every decision together, got it?

Got it?

Got it.

Sir, it's a sealed crime scene.

Oh, sorry.

Catrina

Agent Bruno, how are you?

I woke up to a phone call about three bodies

before my morning coffee. Life sucks.

Tell me about it.

Look what's become of our beautiful city.

Someday it'll go back to being the pearl of the Mediterranean.

So what happened here?

It started with a struggle inside the restaurant,

where the first victim was killed, Naji Mahmoud,

a local, originally from Algeria.

He owns a stand nearby,

has a typical criminal past, nothing unusual for the area.

The second victim inside is a John Doe.

He's not a French citizen and he's got no papers.

-An illegal immigrant? -Possibly.

And this here is Eyad Dahduh, 42,

a Palestinian who came here from Gaza a year and a half ago.

He tried to escape the attackers, they caught him,

and he obviously lost the fight.

-Okay, and what's the main hypothesis? -A robbery that went wrong.

They emptied out the cash register and took the security cameras.

You're right, it wasn't a robbery,

those guys were pros.

Israelis?

Maybe.

Send your guys to the streets to find out.

Have them find someone for me.

Alright.

But if an ANSP agent is here, then maybe it's something else, no?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

In any case, you know where to find me.

Send me all the findings fingerprints, DNA, etc.

Yes.

Don't skimp.

Of course.

-You haven't finished? -No, I haven't finished.

I'm stressed.

I'm meeting the head of the program today,

and I feel what I'm writing six months is crap

and nobody cares and nobody's gonna read it

and you don't listen to me.

-Huh? -Huh?

-You didn't listen. -Sorry

What's the matter?

Just work stuff.

Abu Zaher is sitting on my neck.

About your meeting,

maybe try to approach it with a positive attitude for a change.

You have to face the fact that you chose an original subject.

Makes sense it will take time.

"Those who continue walking the path, will reach His destination."

Which means?

That it will be okay.

-I don't know, I hope so. -I'm sure.

It's going to be a groundbreaking, brilliant paper,

that will improve the lives of thousands of refugee families across Europe.

You're a liar,

but you're sweet.

See? I'm wearing it.

Wow, it's beautiful.

I love it and I love you.

That's him, Maher Zaitun.

That's their commander? Are you sure? That nerd?

That's what he said.

How do you know? Have you seen a photo of him?

It's him. There's a photo of him on the Yummah Center's website.

-What's with these French women? -It's colonialist guilt.

France is making you romantic.

I'm romantic even in Jenin, bro. Remember?

Doron, keep a safe distance, so he doesn't notice us.

He turned there.

I see him, don't worry.

That's the community center Eyad mentioned.

It's heavily guarded.

Who are you? Why are you here? Move, move!

-Peace be upon you. -Upon you be peace.

-Peace be upon you. -Upon you be peace, Maher.

Okay, keep looking.

Something will turn up.

I have to hang up. Keep me posted.

Everything okay?

Everything is hell. Sit down, I have to tell you something.

You've heard about Eyad.

We're still figuring out what happened, if it's related to our business.

For now, stay close, understood?

How's our cash situation? How soon can we draw it?

The entire sum?

We can draw some of it right away, but the entire sum will take a few days.

Okay, get the ball rolling.

Maher...

-Not a word of this to anyone. -Of course.

And contact the bank. We need the money.

Abu Zaher...

should I be personally worried?

Maher...

we're from Gaza, no? We were born worried.

-Peace be upon you. -May Allah keep you safe.

Fuck. The door is open, bro.

Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?

What's he doing here?

I called him over.

-Thanks for coming, bro. -Sure thing.

Anything for you, bro.

Hey, Doron.

Hygiene comes first, right?

You brought in this loser without telling me?!

He works in London. I figured we could use another hand.

We agreed to make decisions together! Wasn't that clear?!

I can hear you guys.

-Is there a problem? -Yes.

What is it?

Fine. So while you think of an answer, know that I'm here for his sake,

and only for his sake.

We'll settle our personal issues some other time.

-Fine. -Fine.

Thanks for coming.

Yes, I'm calling everyone.

Soon, we'll be in touch soon. Alright.

Excuse me a moment.

-I'm on the phone with the bank. -Excellent.

When you're done, go home and pack a bag for a few days.

-We'll sleep here as a precaution. -What happened?

I'I tell you later. Go home and wait for Hassan and Ali to pick you up.

As of now, I want no one to walk alone, got it?

Hello? Hello?

Hi, sorry, I had some matter here.

Yes, I was telling the lady,

we want to draw the money from the account immediately.

Yes, all of it.

We have a once in a lifetime business opportunity.

Thank you.

What a terrible day.

You wouldn't believe...

Phone on the floor. Hands up.

On the floor!

We have some questions for you.

Lie, and your adorable wife joins your friend Eyad.

Which friend? I don't know what you're talking about.

-Where were you on October 7th? -At home, in Gaza.

Liar! You were invading kibbutzim in Israel. You're a Nukhba!

-No, I'm really not. -You're not with Hamas?

Yes, I worked with Hamas, I'm an accountant, not a fighter.

On October 7th I was at home in Gaza.

You commanded a kibbutz invasion.

You slaughtered whole families.

No, listen, you're making a big mistake. You've got the wrong man, I swear.

Don't lie! Eyad, your friend from Gaza, spilled the beans.

-Eyad who? Dahduh? -Yes!

He's lying, the son of a thousand bitches! I swear!

He and I have a long dispute about money.

He owes me money, I swear!

It seems you don't love your wife.

No... no...

I love her more than anything!

I love you!

I love you, my love.

I love her more than life itself!

I love you.

So focus! Or else, she pays the price for your lies!

I'll ask you one last time.

What were you doing on October 7th?

'Il talk...

I'll talk, but not in front of her.

Sit here.

Not a word, huh?

Be quiet.

-Is everything okay? -Yes.

Talk!

I was a Hamas member, but not as a fighter.

I'm a Shin Bet asset.

Don't lie!

You're Jews, right? Israelis?

I'm deeply involved in Hamas' business.

I swear on my life! Check me out!

-What business? -I can't disclose that.

Call my handler, see for yourselves.

Take my phone and look up "Zohir Insurance".

It's the Shin Bet operator.

My code-name is "Ace of Clover".

It's an international operator.

"Zohir Insurance"

You've reached Elden Agriculture Insurance.

We cannot take your call at this time.

Please leave your name and number and we will contact you shortly.

Ace of Clover.

Good evening, agent Clover Please state the desired extension.

Code: "Bathhouse".

One moment, sir.

What's up, Maher?

Maher? Maher, do you hear me?

Maher!

Where are you from?

Why did they recruit you?

Talk! What did you do?

Talk, you son of a bitch! What did you do?!

What did you do?

Let's get outta here before they trace the call.

-Get up. -What are you doing?

-Where are you taking me? -To your handler.

Let's hear what she says.

Walk calmly to the car and don't make a scene.

Bro, if he's an asset, we'll be in trouble.

Either way, this prick is coming with us.

-He's Amira's asset, let's talk to her. -We're not letting him go!

Is there a back entrance?

Steve, bring the car around.

Just give me a reason.

-The number is currently unavailable... -Damn it!

Please leave a message.

-That was the idea. -It's urgent...

Yes, that's what I said.

Yes. Moti, I'll call you back.

Maher contacted me. He ID'd himself in the system, reached me and went silent.

He wasn't alone. Check it out.

What's up, Maher?

Maher? Maher, do you hear me?

-Is that all? -His phone is turned off.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Dispatch our Paris team.

No, Maher is a sensitive issue. He won't talk with just anyone.

I should fly there myself.

-You sure? -Absolutely.

Okay, have Revital prepare their airport security for your arrival.

Okay.

Dana, how are your headaches?

I'm getting treatment.

What about the neurologist I sent you to?

Find time for it, don't neglect it.

Will do.

The restaurant's camera footage was deleted. However.

This is an image from the nearby supermarket

Here we see two guys arriving.

They're seen entering,

and later a third guy arrives, entering through the back.

Only one escapes with him.

The second guy remaining in the scene is Salem al-Heib.

We ran a facial ID on him.

-Who is he? -An Arab Israeli from the "Bedu" tribe.

Bedouin. Nomadic tribes who live in Israel.

Many of them join the IDF

and are regarded as excellent fighters and detectives.

Very well.

What is it, Pierre? Did something else happen?

Suspected kidnap of another Gazan.

Oh, no.

What do you want? I told you everything...

Shut up, you son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch.

Now both the French and the Service are after us.

If he's a collaborator it means he did something

That's how it works. The Shin Bet wouldn't just recruit

-an innocent accountant. -But he's with the Shin Bet!

So we're going against the system now?!

Fuck the system! Fuck it!

You've completely lost it.

If this happened to Gali, God forbid,

you'd do exactly the same.

Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't.

I don't care that he's a Shin Bet asset.

If he harmed Hagit and the kids, he must die.

We'll know soon enough.

Aside for the bird tattoo, did you see any other distinctive detail?

A scar, birthmark, unusual eye color?

No, nothing.

And you say they wore gloves the entire time.

Do you know what they talked about? Did you recognize any words?

They talked about October 7th.

Eyad, kibbutz...

-And how did your husband respond? -He explained that he wasn't involved.

But they didn't stop, they hit him again and again.

Sorry for insisting, but..

Do you know what your husband did on October 7th?

-Did he ever talk about it with you? -No, there was nothing to talk about

Are you sure?

I'm just trying to figure out the motive-

I explained the motive to you, but you don't listen!

For fuck's sake..

I know my husband, I know what he's like.

I know how amazing he is.

He volunteered with refugees, helped them rebuild their lives

after the atrocities they experienced in Gaza.

So instead of sitting here, implying that he's guilty of something,

go find him!

-Do you need a break? -No, I need you to find him.

Okay.

I'll leave you be.

Look for a guy with a bird tattoo on his right arm.

It's about time you did your job.

What's that?

You talk to me like this one more time,

and I'll arrest you and all your Yummah buddies.

Understood?

You're always welcome at our home.

-Abu Zaher? -Yes, Anne?

-The Israelis, what do they want from him? -Anne-

Did he do something? I need to know.

What you said is the truth.

Don't look for logic where there is none.

In Palestine, these dogs could reach you in the middle of the night, torture you

and then throw you in their prison for months without reason.

But don't worry. It's not their home here.

And God willing, we'll find him and bring him back to you alive.

Swear to me.

God willing he'll return to your arms safe and sound.

Don't worry.

Excuse me.

-Brother, you guys are wrong. -Hush.

Look at them.

Look at them!

That's the family you murdered.

You!

You must understand that I know you were there.

Eyad...

told me everything.

Go on. Talk.

Tell me what happened, step by step.

-Sir, I swear... -No, no, no!

Tell me exactly what happened, step by step.

Sir, I swear I wasn't there!

Eyad lied to you.

I'm an accountant, not a fighter.

Ask my handler, she'll confirm it.

Eyad stole money from the movement and I was on to him.

He thought I wouldn't rat him out because we know each other from Gaza.

I swear.

I swear on my wife's eyes. Please!

You must believe me! I wasn't there, I swear!

Please, I swear! I didn't do anything!

Tell me...

can we put aside our dispute and talk calmly?

Sure.

Eli's out of it. He's dangerous, both to himself and to others.

I can't talk him out of this vendetta on my own, I need your help.

Why? Look how working solo turned out for you on October 7th.

-Oh yeah? -Yeah.

Maybe if we helped Eli instead of following your ego,

we wouldn't be here right now, Mr. "I'll be right back."

-Still can't remember, huh? -I asked to put aside...

So what if you asked?

Did you listen to what I asked?

Huh? Like hell you did, and we all saw how it ended.

You listen only to yourself.

I'm with Eli, and if it doesn't suit you, you can fuck off.

Fine.

"Fine"? Where are you going?

I'll fuck off, like you asked me to. Good luck to you both.

-Seriously? -You bet.

Move!

Son of a bitch...

-Peace be upon you. -Upon you be peace.

I'd like a 60-minute phone card.

Thanks for your support, brother.

-Where are you guys from? -Palestine.

To victory.

Thanks.

5MINUTES

-Who are you calling? -Gali.

-Gali? -Yes.

-Is it that urgent? -Yes. I'd like some privacy.

Call her.

Yes.

Amira.

You fucking traitor!

What do you want? Wanna blow our cover? Go ahead.

Hello?

How's it going, Amira? "Amir" speaking.

What number is this? What's going on?

Ace of Clover, that's what's going on.

Oh, he's with you? You're in Marseille?

I'll only ask once.

So think hard: Did that bastard kill Eli's family?

Of course not!

Doron, calm down, okay?

Tell us the truth, did he kill them?

Who is that? Steve?! Where's Maher? What did you do to him?!

Amira, answer me right now: Did your asset kill Hagit?

Doron, I have no idea what you're talking about.

I just landed in Marseille. Let him go right now

or I'll have you behind bars for life!

Did he kill her or not?

He didn't touch her, you hear me?

It's not him! Doron, you hear me?!

Fuck!

I'm with Eli. I'm doing as he says.

Fine.

You're with the Shin Bet, right?

You hit like them,

you take breaks like them,

and you can't do any more to me than they can.

Wanna take it out on me? Be my guest.

But let's stop pretending.

And as of now, I'm done talking.

Is that so?

You don't listen. You're blinded by vendetta.

Your ears have gone deaf.

It wasn't me. Not me.

And you'll never know what I did do,

because I'm done talking to you.

You think you're clever, huh?

You're right,

I was in the Shin Bet,

but that was long ago.

These days...

I'm not there anymore.

I'm free to do as I want.

Talk, you son of a bitch!

Talk, you son of a bitch!

Talk, you son of a bitch! Talk!

Talk!

Talk, you son of a bitch!

-He's lying! The son of a bitch is lying! -Calm down! It wasn't him!

I can see it in his eyes! He killed Hagit!

Enough! Dana said it wasn't him!

You spoke with Dana behind my back?!

Yes, I did, and she swore it wasn't him.

Tell me what you want. To kill an asset?

We're screwed if we kill an asset knowing that he's an asset!

Eli, you decide. If you saw it in his eyes, it's your call, I'm with you.

You, shut the hell up!

Enough!

It wasn't him!

-Are you from our Paris team? AB-6713-ZW -I'm Alon.

Shit. Got any aspirin?

Sorry, I've got some at the office.

That's a big help...

-Talk to me. -I've got the asset.

I'll hand him to you, but under two conditions.

-You're in no position to make demands. -One:

Get us back to Israel ASAP. I don't care how you do it.

-I'm not a travel agent. -Two:

Once we're back in Israel, promise me no one touches us.

I'll hand him to you, but come solo, no security. Got it?

Send me the time and location.

That was the asset. I have to go see him.

No problem, give me the address.

-Solo. -That's against protocol.

Alon, get me a ride quickly,

I'm going solo to see the asset, is that clear?

Got it.

Thanks.

Look at me. Don't you dare draw attention.

Now, get up and put this on. Let's go.

-Hold it, I'm going alone. -Alone?

Yes. Bad enough I have to explain to her why he's all beaten up.

Stay here and clean up. I'll be back soon.

Come.

I love this smell.

Our home in Gaza was right on the beach.

As kids, we'd go fishing with Grandpa at dawn

when it was still dark outside.

Then, he'd drive to the marketplace to sell the goods.

One day, he never returned.

An IDF bomb.

I don't care.

-Well, I tried. -Tried what?

To seem more human to you

than just a Jihadist or a Hamas member. There's more to me.

I'm just like anyone who had a beloved grandpa

and loved going to the beach.

You people just don't see us.

-We're sub-human to you. -Quit playing the victim.

You're a rat bastard, and must be a real son of a bitch

if the Service recruited you.

You're lucky you're a coward, or you'd have ended up like your grandpa.

-Where is he? -In the car.

-What have you done to him?! -You're the one who owes us answers!

-Are you for real?! -We'll settle this back in Israel!

-Be at the consulate in an hour. -Okay.

-Get out. -Come with me, Maher.

Before I forget,

tell your angry friend that I really didn't kill his wife.

I just brutally raped her..

And then I slaughtered the bitch!

Doron, no!