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-Gabi? -Go ahead.

I'm in trouble.

I need you to get me out.

Talk to me.

Things with Eli got messy. We have to get out.

I see.

Get out of the apartment immediately. I'll arrange a friend's place for you.

For now, don't talk to anyone, don't do anything,

and stay away from the airport.

Your names and faces might be in their system.

And Doron… keep your phone on.

A little stress, and there goes your diet.

I told you this would happen. That's what he's like.

Tell me, do you have something useful to say?

Or just "I told you so"?

Keep an eye on things here, and keep your phone on.

-Are you flying there? -Of course.

-I'm coming with you. -No way.

I want to help.

And who will manage recruiting? My grandma?

Lia.

-Can I count on you? -Now you're just insulting me.

Being insulted is a choice, my dear.

-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 entrance.

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

Come on, let's go.

Did it go smoothly?

What?

Change of plans.

Dana? Did she screw us over?

Speak, man! What?

You killed him?

O Lord, God of Vengeance.

Thank you, man.

-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? Resurrect him?

He was already dead when I got there.

It's a serious intel setback, Dana, especially at this stage.

I'll fix it.

How?

We have no idea who killed him and why.

They could strike at any minute now.

Give me a few days, okay?

I'll find out what happened and we'll take it from there.

Let me know about any development, is that clear?

And I gave the French police your number, they have questions.

And Dana, I need you to understand that diplomacy is part of the gig.

To hell with this world.

Come this way, please.

Ms. Marciano?

It's fine. She's with me.

Ok, 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?

Ah, 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-Hayeb.

Israeli, Bedouin.

Arrived a few days ago.

Suspected in the restaurant incident,

the murder of Naji, the bystander, and the attack on Iyad Dahdouh.

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?

Ms. Marciano.

There are 200,000 Muslims boiling over these killings in the 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 Zeytoun

is now the third murder in Marseille within three days.

Last Tuesday, Iyad Dahdouh and Naji el Nasser

were murdered at a restaurant…

Bastards.

The name of another victim at the restaurant is still undisclosed.

What are they saying?

They have no suspects yet.

However, unofficial sources…

Bro, your cigarette is killing me. Move over.

…French intelligence services are involved in the case.

We're waiting here like sitting ducks, for fuck's sake.

Pro-Palestinian organizations…

We have to get out of here, bro.

…blame Israel for the murders.

Who is it?

Dad.

It's Dad.

Oh, it's Dad?

Damn Frenchies, nothing but stairs!

It's okay, 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 his room, probably sleeping.

It's me.

Did you miss me?

I did.

-Don't… -Give me that one second.

"Red dress, open eyes."

"Shirtless guy with a shoulder tattoo."

"Bleeding tin walls."

Forget it.

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

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

What?

What did that son of a bitch tell you that made you go wild?

It's not just what he said.

It was his smirk.

He killed Hagit.

Suddenly everything went black.

My vision went black on me.

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

Doron.

My beloved.

Your reaction was nothing but natural, reasonable and instinctive.

You feeling guilty is the only thing wrong about it.

And you, Gabi?

Get up, wash your face and freshen up. We have a meeting.

What meeting?

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

BODY CLEANSING ROOM

Yes, Anne?

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

-It's better you remember him as he was. -Please.

Please, just one last time. It's just two minutes.

Please.

Thank you.

You promised me.

You were supposed to protect him.

Yes?

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

Look out for our people. Gather everyone.

As of today, everyone sleeps on mattresses at the Center on high alert.

We should be taking it to the streets!

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, vengeance 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, 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? Be thankful I'm not arresting you for treason.

Treason?

I'm the traitor?

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

knowing what he did to Hagit?

He deserved each one of those bullets.

Doron's right.

Hagit…

The kids…

We're a family, Dana.

You've been in the tech industry too long, huh?

You forgot what the job's like.

"The bigger the scum, the deeper the shit." That's your line.

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.

Have you heard of Saeed el Hatib? The Sinwar of Europe?

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

Here is where they recruit activists.

And that son of a bitch Maher… he was my source on the inside.

My key to stopping it in time, but you…

Anyway, 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 discovered 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.

I'm talking about 450,000 Euros in five different banks across Europe.

-Are you sure? -Positive.

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

They might've cashed it all.

-They're planning to leave. -What?

They're leaving, that's why they withdrew it all.

They're setting up for action. Fuck.

Thanks for the update. Keep me posted, okay?

Alright.

Fuck.

-Yeah? -Gabi?

We need to talk.

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

-Don't you know them? -No.

Good morning, Anne.

If you wouldn't mind excusing us for a few minutes.

Okay, go. I'll call you later.

Saeed el Hatib.

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

It seems I have no choice.

The Khan Yunis team.

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

That bastard was like a cat. A kamikaze goalie.

He'd lunge at the feet of the Rafah forwards.

But… they were cheats.

Half of the team had beards…

and certificates that said they were 12 years old.

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 is your phone?

Here, why?

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

Hand it over.

Karem.

Okay.

Let's start over.

I'm here to offer my condolences.

I knew your husband very well.

His love for soccer may have faded,

but his love for the homeland certainly didn't.

Maher was a great commander.

He fought like a lion for al-Aqsa.

He led his fighters courageously and with exceptional determination.

Single-handedly killed dozens of IDF soldiers.

When they entered Gaza,

he tried to help his family escape.

He was badly wounded,

but we managed to get him to Turkey for treatment.

Sadly, the enemy defeated him last night.

Maher was a hero of Palestine.

A shaheed.

And his legacy is to continue the resistance.

So I'll ask again:

Did he mention me to you?

No.

I knew he worked with Hamas,

that he lost his family in Gaza, that he was wounded, but that's all.

There's a 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 to Dana.

You have a chance to repair the damage you've caused,

But for that you'll have to do a full system reset.

No more personal vendettas… operational only.

Hamas is running a community center here called Yummah.

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

recruit people and raise lots of money,

while the real goal is terrorism.

Custard cake on top and underneath it… a hornets' nest.

This is the property.

We learned that Maher depleted the organization's accounts,

so they're probably planning a campaign soon.

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

But this is an off-grid operation.

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

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

surrounded by more Arabs than in Jenin.

We'll take that chance.

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

Yes. That's also my deal with Dana.

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

Something big.

Hello?

Doron?

Hey.

My god, you scared me.

What's going on?

Everything's fine.

So? Are you coming back?

Uh… I might have to stay longer. I don't…

What? Why?

I fucked up.

What happened?

What did you do, Doron?

Come on, you're freaking me out! What happened?

Is Eli okay?

Eli's fine.

So why can't you guys come back?

Come on… Doron?

Great.

So much for self-care.

Why are you doing this to me? Huh?

I told you I can't come back! And why? Because if I do, it all goes to shit!

I can't come back!

I can't!

Gali?

Gali?

Sorry.

Sorry, I'm s--

Gali?

Fuck.

Consider this a goodwill gesture to preserve our good relationship.

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

We identified him by his tattoo.

Hertzl Pinto. Israeli.

His record is completely 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?

-I think you're getting confused… -No, you're confused!

Let me make this clear.

You owe me! I made you a hero.

I built your career!

And now that 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.

Burning bridges won't help me, and it certainly won't help you.

Remember, I can shut down your center in an instant.

Calm your people down.

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

I'll try.

They don't always listen.

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

Known as the second in command to Saeed el Hatib, the serpent's head.

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.

You need to catch him alive.

There's going to be a large protest downtown today.

That's our chance to catch him.

If we reach him, we could reach el Hatib.

All the western intel agencies are after that bastard.

Where do you think you're going? Where?

It's okay, let her in.

Abu Zaher is never alone.

He has two scumbags with him at all times. Armed.

Both released in the last hostage deal. Bastards with blood on their hands.

Hassan a-Nasiri, a Palestinian from Gaza, a member of Yummah and an avid supporter.

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

They're at his side 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? Okay. -Yeah.

You'll need this. There will be smoke.

Thank you.

Everything's ready.

Excuse me.

Don't light that near the Molotov cocktails.

Right.

Brothers and sisters.

Tonight is a night of great sadness and immense rage!

The enemy has entered our home like a coward, and is still running free!

And what does the police do? Nothing! And what does the state do?

Nothing!

We demand justice for Iyad and Maher.

Call your brothers. Your families.

Call them. Let them flood the whole 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 anti-protest force.

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

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

Brains all over the pavement, eyeballs rolling on the ground.

Be careful. This is no joke!

Make no mistake, this isn't Provence.

We're in the heart of the Resistance.

PALESTINE LIVES MATTER

Tensions rise in Marseille

following the death of three Palestinian civilians,

and a large demonstration is expected tonight. Law enforcement…

Revenge!

Revenge!

Ayub, I have eyes on Abu Zaher. Eyes on Abu Zaher.

-Steve, stand by for pickup. -Got it.

Justice!

Revenge!

Batons out!

Let's go!

Tear gas!

Allahu Akbar!

More tear gas, more tear gas!

Come on!

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

He's leaving! Abu Zaher is leaving!

We're going after him!

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

Fuck.

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

Violent clashes have erupted at the protest…

Doron?

Doron?

Amir! Get up!

Let's go!

Aborting pickup!

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

Steve, do you copy?

Copy. Go ahead.

We got the target.

We're on Saint-Germain street awaiting pickup.

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

The police is coming!

Hey! Stop!

-Show me your ID! -It's at home.

-Steve! -Face the wall!

Face the wall!

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, relax!

Come with me.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Hang on. Press here.

Thank you.

His friends are here!

Do you know him?

Come with us, Abu Zaher.

Come.

Thank you, my friends.

Take care.

-Fuck. -Where is he?

Steve, answer me! Steve!

Gabi, I think they've arrested Steve.

-Are you sure the cops got him? -I don't know, he vanished.

-He threw his earpiece. -He knows what to do.

-Fine. Just come home. -Fuck!

On your left, bro.

-Hello, my friends. -Hi.

-All good? -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.

The main thing is that you're alive and well, my friend. Praise God.

-What's that accent? Jordanian? -No. Palestinian, from Balata.

Near Nablus. You know it?

Of course. I'm Abu Zaher, from Rafah.

Amir Mahajneh. Ali Masrawi.

-Nice to meet you. -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 need, thank you.

Please. Thanks to you, I'll be sleeping in my clean bed tonight,

and not in a flea-infested one.

Thanks again, Abu Zaher, but we live nearby.

There's really no need.

You saved me, and you're still being polite.

Get in, I'd like us to talk face to face.

Open the door.

Get in.

Alright.

Let them out.

Get out.

Hey!

Hey, take it easy! What is this?

What's your deal?

Are you collaborating with the Jews? Huh?

Answer me!