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Fuck.

Get up, you idiot. Let's dump him in the trash.

Come on, quick.

Ready?

-Salem… -Eli, we have to get out of here.

Let's go.

-Guard the door. -Where are you going?

Come in.

Clean yourself up.

-Our flight leaves in an hour and a half. -I'm not coming.

What do you mean?

I'm staying here.

We have to go, you know this.

The Nukhba guy said there's someone else here.

Maher Zeytoun.

He murdered them.

He was his commander.

He's here, in Marseille.

I have his address.

And I have to find him.

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.

Go have your therapy.

-Get in the shower. -Get off me, bastard!

-Calm down. -Get off me!

-Calm down. -Get off me!

-Calm down! -Get off me!

Get off me…

Calm down.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

I have no life.

Breathe.

-I have no life. -Breathe.

My mind… My mind is all black.

It's all black…

Enough.

-It's all… -Enough.

Leave me alone.

Salem was right.

I won't… I won't have a life. If I don't kill them, I have no life.

I can't go on.

Go. Come on, go.

Go home, leave me.

You know I won't leave you here alone!

What did this Iyad say? What?

Maher.

He was his squad commander.

He was there, in the house.

What are the odds of two of the same squad being in Marseille?

Doron…

I saw it in his eyes.

I saw it. He was telling the truth.

Listen 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 out of him,

and reach every decision together, got it?

Got it?

Got it.

Sir, this is a closed scene!

Sorry.

Katrina?

Agent Bruno. How are you?

Waking up to a phone call about three bodies before coffee…

Life sucks.

Tell me about it.

-What has our beautiful city come to? -Yes.

One day it'll be "The Pearl of the Mediterranean" again.

So…

what happened here?

It started as a struggle inside the restaurant,

where the first victim was killed, Naji Mahmoud.

A local man of Algerian origin.

Owns a stall nearby,

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

The second murder victim inside is still unidentified.

Not a French citizen, no documents.

An illegal immigrant?

Possibly.

And next to him, over here, is Iyad Dahdouh, 42.

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

He tried to escape the attackers, was caught,

put up a fight, and as you can see, lost.

Okay, initial theory?

Robbery gone wrong.

They emptied the cash register, took the security cameras.

You're right. This isn't a simple robbery. These guys are pros.

Israelis?

Could be.

Get your men to the field. Let them find out who talked.

Okay.

But if there's a French intelligence agent here,

it might be something else, right?

Maybe, maybe not.

In any case, you know where to find me.

Send me all the findings. Fingerprints, DNA, everything.

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.

I'm 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.

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.

Ah, see? I'm wearing it.

Wow, it's beautiful.

I love it and I love you.

That's him. Maher Zeytoun.

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

That's what he said.

But how do you recognize him? Did you see a photo?

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

What's wrong with these French women?

Colonial guilt.

Or love.

France is making you romantic.

Don't forget, I'm romantic in Jenin too, man. Remember?

Keep some distance, don't let him see us.

He turned that way.

I can see, bro, don't worry.

That's the community center Iyad talked about.

It's heavily guarded.

Who are you? Why are you here? Come on, move!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Hi. -Hi, Maher.

Okay, keep looking.

Something will turn up.

Got to go, keep me posted.

What's wrong?

It's hell. Sit down. I have to tell you something.

Did you hear about Iyad?

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

In the meantime, stay in the area today.

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

-The entire sum? -Mhmm.

Part of it can be cashed in immediately, but the entire sum will take a few days.

Get started on that.

Maher.

Keep this to yourself.

Of course.

And call the bank. We need that money.

Abu Zaher,

should I be personally worried?

Maher…

We're from Gaza, aren't we? We were born worried.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, may Allah keep you safe.

Fuck, the door's open.

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

What's he doing here?

I called him.

-Thanks for coming, man. -Of course.

Anything for you, bro.

Hi, Doron.

Well, hygiene first, right?

You brought him in without telling me?

He works in London. I thought we could use a hand.

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

I can hear you.

Is something wrong?

Yes.

What is it?

Fine. While you think of an answer, know that I'm here for him.

Only for him.

Things between you and me can wait for now.

-Fine. -Fine.

Thanks for coming.

Yes, I'm talking to everyone.

Right away.

We'll speak soon. Okay.

Okay.

Excuse me a moment.

-I'm just speaking to the bank. -Good.

When that's done, go home and pack a bag.

-You'll sleep here as a precaution -What happened?

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

No more walking around alone, got it?

Hello?

Hi, sorry, I had some matter here.

Yes, I was telling the lady,

we want to withdraw 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 be--

Phone on the floor. Hands in front.

On the floor.

We have a few questions.

Lie, and your sweet wife will join your friend Iyad.

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

Where were you on October 7th?

-At home, in Gaza. -Liar!

You were in kibbutzim in Israel. You're Nukhba!

No… I'm really not.

-You're not Hamas? -Huh?

Yes, I worked with Hamas.

I'm an accountant. An accountant, not a fighter.

On October 7th I was home, in Gaza.

You commanded the kibbutz invasion.

You guys slaughtered entire families like dogs.

No, I swear, you're making a mistake.

You've got the wrong guy, swear to God.

Don't lie! Iyad, your friend from Gaza, told us everything.

Iyad who? Dahdouh?

Yes!

Liar. He's lying. That son of a bitch. I'll tell you.

He and I have a long dispute about money.

He owes me money!

I swear to God, he owes me money!

I guess you don't love her.

No, no…

I love her more than anything!

I love you!

I love you, mon amour.

I love her more than life!

I love you.

Then focus!

Or she'll pay the price for your lies!

I'll ask one last time.

What were you doing on October 7th?

I'll talk.

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

Sit here.

Not a word, huh?

Be quiet.

-All good? -Ah-ha.

Talk!

I was in Hamas, yes, but not a fighter.

I'm a Shin Bet informant.

Don't lie!

You're Jews, right? Israelis?

I'm here deep inside Hamas' operations.

I swear! Check it!

-What operations? -I'm not allowed to say.

Call my handler!

Call her! You'll see!

My phone… Look for Zuher insurance.

It's a Shin Bet switchboard.

Ace of Clubs.

I'm the Ace of Clubs.

It's the international switchboard.

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 Clubs.

MAHER ZEYTOUN ACE OF CLUBS

Good evening, Agent Clover.

Please state the desired extension.

Code Bathtub.

One moment, sir.

How are you, Maher?

Maher? Maher, can you hear me?

Maher!

Where are you from?

How did they recruit you?

Talk! What did you do?

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

What did you do?

We need to go. They'll trace the call.

Get up.

-What are you doing? -Where are we going?

To your handler. Let's see what she says.

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

-If he's an informant, we're 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, get the car.

Just give me an excuse…

You've reached…

Fuck.

Please leave a message.

That was the idea.

Yes. That's what I said.

Yes. Moti, I'll get back to you.

Maher contacted us.

He was ID'd, put through to me, and then there was silence.

He wasn't alone. It's on your computer.

How are you, Maher?

Maher?

Maher, can you hear me?

Is that it?

His phone is turned off.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Ok. Get the Paris people on it.

No. Maher is… a sensitive subject. He won't speak to just anyone.

I should go there myself.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Okay, have Revital get you in touch with airport security.

Okay.

Dana.

How's your head?

-I'm getting it looked into. -What about the neurologist I recommended?

Find time for it, don't neglect it.

Will do.

The camera footage from the restaurant

has been wiped.

But…

We have footage from the security cameras from the nearby supermarket.

Good.

Well, here we see two men sitting on a bench.

Here we see them going in.

Later, a third guy arrives and goes in through the side door.

Then...

Later, only two men come out leave, and one remained inside.

Salem al-Heib.

We ID'd him using facial recognition.

Very good.

He's an Israeli of Arab origin, from the… Badawin tribes?

-Huh? -Bedouin.

Nomadic tribes who live in Israel.

Many of them join the army.

They're considered great soldiers, scouts.

Well, that's great.

What is it, Pierre? Has something happened again?

Suspected abduction…

of another Gazan.

Oh no.

What do you want? I told you everyth--

Shut up, you son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch.

First the French, and now Shin Bet is after us.

If he's a collaborator, he must have done something. That's how it works.

Shin Bet wouldn't recruit some innocent accountant.

But he's with Shin Bet.

-You want us to go against the system now? -Fuck the system.

Fuck it.

You've lost it.

If this had happened to Gali, God forbid,

what would you have done? Exactly the same.

Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong.

I don't care what he's doing for Shin Bet.

If he harmed Hagit and the kids, he has to die.

"If."

We'll know soon enough.

Other than the bird tattoo, did you notice any other identifying feature?

A scar, a birthmark, unusual eye color?

No, nothing.

-And they wore gloves the entire time? -Mm-hmm.

Could you tell what they were saying?

Recognize any words?

They were talking about October 7th.

Iyad, kibbutz…

Hamas.

And what did your husband say?

That he had nothing to do with it.

They beat him over and over again.

Sorry to insist, but…

Do you know what your husband was doing on October 7th?

-Did he ever talk about it? -No. There was nothing to talk about.

Are you sure?

I'm just trying to understand the motive for--

I explained the motive, 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 helped refugees rebuild their lives after they suffered the siege on Gaza.

So instead of sitting here, suggesting he's guilty of something, go find him!

Do you need a break?

No, I need you to find him.

Okay.

We'll find him.

Spread the word on the streets: a man with a bird tattoo on his right arm.

About time you did your job.

What's that?

You talk to me like this one more time,

and I arrest you and all your Yummah buddies.

Got it?

You are always welcome under our roof.

-Abu Zaher? -Yes, Anne?

-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, then throw you in prison for months without reason.

Don't worry, it is not their home here.

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

Swear to me.

In the name of Allah.

He will return to your arms safe and sound.

Don't worry.

Excuse me.

I swear you guys are mistaken.

Look at them.

Look at them!

-Who are they? -That's the family you murdered.

You!

Listen. I know you were there.

Iyad…

told me everything.

Come on, start talking.

Tell me everything that happened… step by step.

-Sir, I swear-- -No!

Tell me everything that happened… step by step.

Sir, I swear I wasn't there. I swear!

Iyad lied to you.

I'm an accountant, not a fighter.

Talk to my handler. She will tell you everything.

Iyad stole money from the movement, and I found out.

He thought I wouldn't tell because I know him from Gaza.

I swear.

I swear on my wife's eyes. Please… I didn't do anything.

I swear to you--

Please believe me. I haven’t done anything.

-Tell me… -Hmm?

Can we put aside our dispute and talk calmly?

Go ahead.

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

I can't do this alone. I need you with me.

Worked out pretty well for you on October 7th.

Is that right?

Yeah, it is.

Maybe if we'd followed Eli instead of your ego, we wouldn't be here.

Mr. "I'll Be Right Back".

-Or do you still not remember? -I asked to put aside--

So what?

When I asked, did you listen?

Eh? The fuck you did, and we saw how that ended.

You only ever listen to yourself, right?

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

Fine.

What? Where are you going?

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

Seriously?

Seriously, yes.

Move.

Son of a bitch.

-Hi. -Hi.

Give me a phone card.

Thanks for the support, brother.

Where are you guys from?

Palestine.

To victory!

Thank you.

Who are you going to call?

Gali.

-Gali? -What?

-That's what's so urgent? -Yes. Can I have some privacy?

Go ahead.

Yes.

Amira?

Traitor son of a bitch.

What do you want to do, eh? You want to blow our cover? Go ahead.

Hello?

How's it going, Amira? It's Amir.

Doron?

What is this number? What… what's going on?

"Ace of Clubs". That's what's going on.

Do you have him? Are you in Marseille?

I'll ask you once,

and you better think very carefully…

Did that dog murder Eli's family?

What? Of course not!

Doron, calm down for one second, okay?

Tell me the truth! Did he touch them?

Who's there? Steve? Where's Maher? What did you do to him?

Amira! Answer me now. Could you have recruited Hagit's murderer?

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

I've just landed in Marseille. Hand him over to me right now,

or it's life in prison for you both, you hear me?

Did he touch her or not?

He didn't touch her.

Did you hear me?

It's not him! Did you hear me?

Fuck.

I'm with Eli.

I'll do whatever he says.

Fine.

You're Shin Bet, right?

You punch like them. Take breaks like them.

Can't do anything to me, like them.

Want to take your anger out on me? Go ahead.

But let's stop the charade. From now on…

I'm saying nothing.

Is that right?

It seems you didn't understand what I said to you.

You just want tha'r, you don't want to hear anything.

I told you, it wasn't me.

And you'll never know what I did do,

because I'm done talking to you.

You think you're so smart, huh?

You were right.

I was in Shin Bet.

But that was a long time ago.

Today…

today I'm not there anymore…

and I don't answer to anyone.

Talk already, you son of a bitch! Talk!

-Talk, you son of a bitch! -Get off him!

Talk, you son of a bitch!

-He's lying! That son of a bitch is lying. -It's not him.

I can see it in his eyes!

He murdered my Hagit!

Stop! Stop! Dana said it wasn't him.

You spoke to her?

-You spoke to Dana behind my back? -Yes.

Dana swore it wasn't him.

What do you want? You want to kill a collaborator?

Do you know what they'll do to us if we kill a known informant?

Bro, you decide. You say you saw it in his eyes, you decide. I'm with you.

Shut your mouth, you.

Enough!

It's not him!

-Are you guys from the consulate? -Alon.

Shit. Do you have anything for a headache?

No, sorry. I have some in the office.

What good is that to me?

I'm listening.

The informant is with me.

I'll hand him over, on two conditions.

You're in no position to be setting conditions.

First. You get us back to Israel as quickly as possible.

I don't care how.

Do I look like a travel agent?

Second.

Even in Israel, I need a guarantee that no one will touch us.

I'll hand him over to you. Come alone, no security, got it?

Send me a time and a location.

That was the informant. I need to go and meet him.

Sure. Tell me where and we'll head there.

Alone.

That's against orders.

Alon, hurry up and get me a vehicle. I'm going to meet the informant alone.

Is that clear?

Done.

Thank you.

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

Come on, get up, wear this. Let's go.

No. Where are you going? I'm going alone.

Alone?

Alone. I'll need to explain why he looks like this.

Stay here, clean the apartment. I'll be right back.

Get down.

Come on.

I've missed this smell.

In Gaza we had a house by the sea.

As a kid, we'd go fishing with my grandfather early morning,

while it was still dark.

Then he'd go and sell the goods at the market.

Then one day, he never came back.

One of your bombs.

I don't care.

Okay, I tried.

What did you try?

To let you get to know me.

So you know I'm human, not just Jihad or Hamas. I'm a lot more.

I'm like regular people. People who had a grandfather they loved.

Who liked going the beach.

But you don't see us like that.

-We're not human beings to you. -Stop playing the victim.

You're a stinking rat, a spy,

and apparently also a real son of a bitch if you were recruited.

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

Where is he?

In the car.

-What did you idiots do to him? -You should be answering me.

-Are you for real? -We'll deal with this in Israel, okay?

Be at the rear of the consulate in one hour.

Okay. Come on, out.

Come with me, Maher. Come.

Oh… I forgot.

Tell your friend, the angry one, I didn't kill his wife, I really didn't.

I just fucked her real good.

And then I slaughtered the bitch.

Doron, no!