All language subtitles for The Teacher (2023).Retail

I expect the homework to be handed in
by next Thursday with no delays.

Yacoub! Please stay.

Wait for me outside.

You can't hand in work like this.

It's clear you made no effort.

I know this year has been tough,
settling back in.

But remember, this is a chance
to take back control of your life,

and you're just wasting it.

Have another go,

and there's no shame in asking
your brother if you need help.

-I swear I'll kill you!
-Who do you think you are?

Tell me you don't know he's my brother!

You're going to eat shit,
but try if you want.

Move it!

Where are you running off to so soon?

I had it under control.
You didn't have to swing in all Tarzan.

Tarzan? I'm Batman!

Under control, is it?

Just like my English?

You're the brains, I'm the muscle.
That's the truth.

Accept it like I have,
and life will be easier.

Besides, we need to protect
that pretty face of yours.

How else will we attract the girls?

Let's eat at Al Safadi
before heading home.

See!

Genius!

The well-known US attorney
Simon Cohen and his wife Rachel

are arriving now to confirm
proof of life for their son,

U.S. and Israeli dual national,
24-year-old IDF soldier Nathaniel Cohen,

abducted over three years ago.

Do apricots survive the winter?

No. They don't survive the winter.

…to destroy our homes,

steal our lands and replace us. Thieves!

You will not destroy our home!

We have a demolition order…

and here's the bill.

You need to settle it within six weeks,
or you will be fined and then imprisoned.

Move! So we can do our job.

Your job?
Fuck your job!

And you want us to pay?

Yacoub! Adam!

I'm not moving from here.

I won't let you fuckers
destroy our home!

-Boys… enough now.
-Teach?

Today, at this moment,

there's nothing any of us can do
to stop this.

Understand? Yacoub!

You have barely been out a year.

Losing this house is nothing
compared to the loss of either of you.

Come away!

Come on.

May God damn you!

Hana!

Come.

See, he's still alive.

Show him to Mum.

Adam!

Come give me a hand.

They're all yours, Teach.

Sorry, I should've returned them
a long time ago.

Don't worry about it.

What's important is
that you've read them…

and the impact they've had on you.

That's what matters.

We'll replace them.
Don't worry.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Come on! Food is ready.

Go.

Yusef!

He made that for me
for my 14th birthday.

Try?

Come on, try.

Guys, I want to talk to you.

How have things been
at your uncle's place?

Amazing!

Stuffed in one bedroom
with our four cousins.

Nothing nicer than sharing a room
with four pubescents.

I've been meaning to ask you
about the payment for the demolition.

Mum's trying to figure it out.
Our uncle can't afford--

Let them go to hell.
Drink from the sea of Gaza.

Okay…

I hope this is enough.

Thank you. There's no way
our mother will accept this.

No way.

Tell her it's for all the gardening work
you did for me in the old days.

You earned it.

Great. Miss United Nations has arrived.

She's come to see you.
Maybe you can benefit from it.

Player!

Sons of bitches!

The olives!

They're setting fire to the olives!

Yacoub! Wake up!

Come on. Wake up!

No!

No! Wake up! Yacoub!

No! Wake up!

No! Wake up! He's still alive!

He's still alive! Yacoub!

Yacoub, dear!

Wake up!

Get an ambulance!

Come on! Why are you stand still?

Wake up, sweetheart! Wake up, son!

Some years ago,
during the olive harvest…

my mother and I and most of the village
were in the groves collecting olives.

I was around 12 years old.

At the time, there was this settler,
a nasty woman.

She must have been around 50.
She's probably passed away by now.

She made a point…

of coming down every couple of weeks
and harassing us.

Of course with the protection
of the military,

her and ten to fifteen others,
but she was the ringleader.

Anyway, on this occasion,
I was up a ladder picking olives

when she showed up

and started shoving
and insulting my mother.

At first, my mother ignored her
and didn't react.

The settler continued shoving my mother,

trying to knock the basket
out of her hands.

But eventually, she succeeded.
My mother stumbled back

and the olives fell everywhere,
all over the ground.

That woman and the other settlers
started stamping on them.

At that moment,

I saw in my mother's eyes
something I'd never seen.

All the fury of the world.

I saw all the fury of the world
in my mother's eyes

and I felt something was about to happen.

But before I could reach her,

she slapped the settler
right across the face.

It rang across the whole valley.

The settler was shocked!

Everyone was shocked!

Except my mother.

Of course, the military tied her up

and dragged her from the grove
to their vehicle,

and the whole way,
there was this Jewish Israeli objector,

you know, one of those
"in solidarity" with us peaceniks.

She was running after them,
pleading with the soldier

to let my mother go.

And I was hoping with all my heart
that he would let her go,

even though I was sure that he wouldn't.

But then what happened was…

the soldier let my mother go.

Despite the settler's ranting and raging.
She became like a wild dog,

you know how they get
when they don't get what they want.

But still, in the end,
the soldier listened to the activist,

and let my mother go.

This lawyer, they say she is very good.

Have some hope and hold on to it.

Even after everything you've been through,
you still believe there'll be justice?

Maybe.

Maybe, it's possible.

Besides, this court will not be
a military court.

This court should be different.

Or just two heads of the same snake.

You have all been found guilty

of participating in violent
and unlawful congregation,

stone-throwing,

and threatening the security
of the State of Israel.

Yacoub Haddad.

Fifteen years old, sentenced to…

two years' detention.

Nader Shaheen.

Fourteen years old, second offense,
sentenced to three years.

Rebel until freedom!

Yusef Al-Saleh.

Sixteen years old.

Sentenced to eight years' detention.

Court dismissed.

Eight years? Why eight?

He is 16. They are sentencing him
as an adult.

Thank you.

If you could move faster, please,
we have a court hearing.

I'm not getting back in the car!

I'm not getting back in.

How many times did I tell you
not to take him with you?

Not a single time did you listen!

When I was his age, we always
took to the streets. So did you!

Why should we have prevented him?

And the least one can do
in this shit place is to attend a protest.

And asthma doesn't make him a cripple.
It hadn't affected him in years.

You just refuse to understand

he wasn't cut out
to be a part of these things.

He wanted to be a part of it.

What? Should I have forbidden him?

Or encouraged him to kneel
and accept that occupation is normal,

to say, "Yes! It's fine to live
under oppression

with your head forced
to the ground, and it's all okay"?

You know very well
that's not what I mean.

Some grapes… two mangoes and some apples.

Do apricots survive the winter?

Yes.

They survive the winter.

Receipt's inside.

We're under huge pressure,

otherwise we would not
have brought him here.

Our options are limited,

and Abu-Tarek says you come asking
at the market at least once a week.

Don't get me wrong.

I am committed,

but I don't think this is the best place.

Only a few days, a week, two at most,

until we arrange somewhere
that hasn't been compromised.

Spies are everywhere, and informants
are singing their lungs out.

Alone is going to be difficult.

I'll need to be at school each day.

Many of my students
come from this village.

Also, my house is very exposed.

That's all we need.

No need to miss work,
on the contrary.

Just make sure
he is kept secure and fed.

Come on, Bunduk.

-What are you doing here?
-Who is that man?

It's none of your business who he is!

And it's better that you don't know.
For your own good.

What gave you the right to come
snooping around my property?

I saw you the other night
and those men who brought him here.

He's that captured soldier, right?

It's Nathaniel Cohen?

It's him, right, Teach?

It's him.

Adam, this is not a game.

The lives of over a thousand prisoners
depend on that one soldier.

Their destinies
have been tied around my neck.

And now around yours, too.

You cannot tell a soul about this.
No one. Do you hear me?

Absolutely no one!

I understand. I'm with you.

Good.

Not a word!

We'll show them. I'm with you.

Okay, Adam. The most important thing
is you remain calm

and act as though
you haven't seen a thing.

Stay focused on your studies
and look after your mother.

Forget what you have seen today.
That's how I need you to help.

-Understand?
-Understood.

-Understand?
-Understood.

Okay.

Come on.

X times X equals X squared.

X times two equals two X.
Seven times X equals seven X.

X plus seven times three,
twenty-one, divided…

We will multiply the values in parentheses
as X times X…

X, two, X…

OUR MARTYRS

Teach.

I'm going to kill that settler
that murdered Yacoub…

and I want you to help me.

What's gotten into you?

What's this stupidity
you're talking about?

Stupid? Me?

You're the one that's got
an abducted soldier in their house!

If you don't want to help me,
I'll do it alone!

Adam?

Adam!

Adam?

Adam, stop!

-Wait!
-What do you want?

You think killing him
will solve all your problems?

What will you gain?

I'll have killed the bastard
who killed my brother!

That's it? You just want revenge?

Yes, revenge! Why not?

Isn't that why you're doing
what you're doing?

No. No, that's not why.

Revenge eats away at you
and destroys you from the inside,

and it resolves absolutely nothing.
Nothing!

And it doesn't matter what the reason is.

I'm also under pressure.

You know my situation.

But I promise we'll spend
more time together

once I'm done with this issue.

Tonight, I'll pick out some books for you.

Maybe they'll take
your mind off things.

I don't know how to think
about anything else.

Grief is hard, Adam.

Grief is hard.

But killing that settler
won't bring your brother back.

I miss him.

I'm alone again.

He's the only one
that made this shitty life bearable.

I know.

I swear to God, I know.

But this is not the way.

You are not alone, Adam.

I'm here with you.

-Get back!
-Hands Up!

Down, get down!

Get up!

Get up!

Anybody in the house?

-Anyone here?
-No.

That way.

Clear.

Clear. Move.

Clear.

Cut him loose.

The last thing I wanted…
was to involve you in any of this.

I'm sorry.

I'm ready.

Ready for what?

To get justice for my brother.

Adam, give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Adam.

You failed.

If I hadn't been here today,
you'd have been ruined.

Now you have to help me with that killer
sitting comfortably up on that hill.

You have to!

You owe me.

After today! After what happened today!

For hours I had to listen
to the screams and shots in the village.

I'm sure I even heard my own sister
screaming at one point.

But I stayed hidden
with that piece of shit

they call a soldier.

You did well. You did really well.

No one was hurt. Your family is safe.

You're safe. They're gone.

And Yacoub? What about Yacoub?

Don't you dare think that's what Yacoub
would want you to do.

To go off and kill
or be killed or imprisoned

and leave your mother to mourn you
for the rest of her life!

-He would want me to resist.
-Yes! But not like this.

What you did today was courageous.

You saved me,
and you saved all those prisoners.

What you did takes a strong heart,
and Yacoub would be proud of you.

Leave it with me.

I'll give it back to you.
They won't catch me.

Take a breath.

Take a breath…

and calm down,
so we can think with clear minds.

Let's agree we're both exhausted
and need to rest.

Let's put the gun in a safe place,

and we can think calmly
in the morning.

Okay?

And I want you to know…

what you did today…

no one could have done.

No one.

Give me the gun.

Welcome, how can I help?

The plums are delicious,
and we also have watermelon.

-Everything's fresh today.
-I'll take four plums.

Good morning!

Ibraheem, I'll take it from here.

You go sort out the storage.

My cousin.

Ten.

Keep the change.

Bananas! Apples! Come and buy!

Simon Cohen.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yuval!

I'm Elie Liberman,

Head of Security in the West Bank…

and in charge
of bringing back our soldier,

Nathaniel Cohen, to his family.

Get warm.

Easy, easy.

What's wrong with him?

Guard!

Guard! Guard!

Guard!

We know you can hear us.

Open the door!

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I know it's overcrowded
here at your uncle's, and…

things have been tough for you
these few months,

focusing on your studies and so on.

I have a spare room at my house.

I've spoken to your mother
and your uncle.

They're both fine with you moving in.

Only if you would like to.

Yes.

He passes them. He is getting closer.

-He passes them. Goal!
-Goal!

Is everything okay?

There's a question…

Here. I don't understand it at all.

What happened? Give them to me. My turn.
Do you want to play all the time?

The representatives of Mr. Yuri Hoffman
state that their client is innocent.

They have brought forth witnesses

that place Mr. Hoffman elsewhere
at the time of Mr. Yacoub Haddad's death.

Following the investigation,

it is our finding
that there is not enough evidence

to detain the accused,

nor enough evidence for a criminal case

to be pursued by the State against him.

Dismissed.

This is unbelievable! Shameful!

What? This is not justice!
This is a joke!

He killed my brother!
You killed my brother!

You were with him!
You were also with him!

This court is a joke!

I swear he killed my brother!

I saw him with my own eyes!

We wasted our time on this joke
of a legal system. Did you see him?

He knew he was getting away with it.
They all did!

People greeting him
like he's some rockstar

while my brother is in the ground!

I'm an idiot for thinking
for a second we had a chance.

We should've done something
when we had that Nathaniel Cohen.

Lower your voice!

I know you're angry,
and you have every right to be,

but this is not the place
to bring that up.

Mom!

Come join me.

We'll pick up Lisa
and head to The Valley for dinner.

Come on!

Not in the mood.

Okay.

The food your mum dropped us
is in the fridge,

if you feel like a bite.

See you in a bit.

…nine weeks since
the prisoner exchange was announced.

Hope returns as mothers,
fathers, sisters, brothers

are reunited with their families.

Two hundred and thirty-six
of the Palestinians released

are women and children

from the 1,078 political prisoners
released from Israel's prisons today.

Adam?

Adam?

Relax, kid.

Everything is okay.

Give me the knife.

Give me the knife.

Did anyone else see you?

Adam, I need you to focus.
Did anyone see you?

His wife and child.
But not my face.

Okay. Do exactly what I tell you.
Take off your sweater.

Take off your sweater, Adam. Quickly!

Give it to me.

Go now! Quickly!

No, Teach. No way.

Adam, I need you
to get out of here. Right now.

You go exactly how you came.

No way. I'm not leaving.

No way!

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry about.
It's not your fault.

Listen, if you don't leave now,
then I will have failed.

And I don't want to fail twice.

Now! I beg you! Go now!

Go! Go! They're coming!
They've arrived! Go!

Run! Run!

The graduate, Riyad Suliman.

And now, the final award

for the most promising graduate
goes to Adam Shafeek Haddad!

Bombs continue to pound Gaza today.

Israel calls this
"Operation Protective Edge."

This devastating assault has resulted
in the deaths of over 1,300 Palestinians,

the majority civilians,

including over 300 children.

The following clip proves
that the soldiers in Gaza…