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When does it end?

Tomorrow.

-Hey, Dori. -How are you, Doctor? Out for a run?

Running in circles, more likely.

Listen, I...

-I need a small favor. -What?

There's been some theft going on in the ward lately.

-I'd hate to think it's an insider. -Reported it to Security?

It's complicated.

We want to solve it quietly, you know.

Okay.

-Where are you, Giora? -Where am I? Doing your job.

Get to the factory near the quarry. Hurry up.

31, MARGANIT STREET

Alex, you're driving me mad.

We're making a mistake. It's a fucking mistake!

You're mumbling.

-We're making a mistake. -What mistake?

We're sitting ducks. The next sound could be sirens.

If the cops were on their way, Adam would be the first to know.

-Working for a cop has its perks. -I'm not working for him!

I'm here because of you.

I don't recall putting a gun to your head.

I might not be the genius behind the elaborate plan,

but I do have animal instincts.

What do you want, Alex?

You should have listened to me when Monni made us this ridiculous offer.

With your instincts we'd be stuck in the world's nastiest hell holes!

Have you got December 13th? Play it.

Fast-forward.

Rewind it a bit.

Stop.

-Who's that? Do you know him? -He's with the dead.

The dead?

His name is Tzion. He's from the morgue.

Just between us.

UNKNOWN 434

UNKNOWN 434

What are you doing?

Alex, what are you looking for?

The bag with the money and passports isn't here.

-Alex. -He's screwed us over.

That idiot has got us by the balls.

Move, move.

There's something you need to know. Sit down.

Sit.

Talk.

Two days after we met with Adam, someone approached me.

Said he represents the subsidizers.

Who?

The ones subsidizing this mission, Adam's employers.

You'll be pleased to know they don't trust him, so they wanted a backup plan.

-A backup plan? -Yes.

They promised me double to work from inside the house.

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought it would be better for both of us.

Don't you trust me?

I trust you, but I also know you.

Is that so?

-You're just like all the rest. -That's not the point, Alex.

What am I missing then?

If Netzer doesn't die...

they won't just let us walk out of the front door.

If you leave, you be their target, and always be looking over your shoulder.

-I've been running away all my life. -Alex...

-Sure no one saw you? -Yes, don't worry.

My job is to worry. I'm sick and tired of cleaning up the mess you make.

How did a 17-year-old girl manage to escape from that mini army you lead?

I don't know, Giora. I guess I was outsmarted by a 17-year-old.

-For sure. -Indeed.

You'd better be worth the chance they took with you.

Come on.

Noa!

Shit! Shit!

Fuck!

Shit.

What is it? Off your rocker again?

-Where's the bag? -What bag?

-Where's the bag? -What's wrong you, you psychopath?

What did you call me?

What's wrong you?

No, you just called me a psychopath. I want to understand why.

I don't know. What do you want from me?

Do you know what "psychopath" means?

A person who has no God.

An emotional fuckwit.

A player, a liar. Someone who walks over people with no conscience.

Look at me. Do I pass as one?

You know why I know this? Because all my life I've had people call me a psychopath.

I figured, if more than two people think so, I should look into it.

So I checked, I read.

And surprisingly enough...

I'm not a psychopath.

Fine. Whatever you say.

You know what that means?

It means if you stand between me and that damn bag, I'll pop a cap in you.

I won't enjoy it. I might even feel bad about it.

I'm not a psychopath.

Just a person who wants what he'd been promised.

So the next time you call someone a psychopath,

you'd better be sure of what comes out of your stinking gob!

I swear I don't know where the bag is.

I don't know where it is.

Never mind. I'll find it myself.

There she is. What are you doing?

-Put the gun down! -You don't give orders here.

Put it down, or I'll take it from you.

Getting cocky? She won't get away.

-Giora, listen to me. -No, you listen to me!

Lose her again and it's finished. They'll stop all funding. We know what that means.

Take me to the Diaspora Yeshiva on Mount Zion. Please hurry.

Assaf.

Assaf, can you hear me?

Assaf.

-Dad. -Are you okay?

No, I'm not. What happened out there?

I don't know. I think the young bloke was shot.

-Why? -Doesn't matter.

Listen, things are getting out of control. I must look out for you.

-What is that? -It's not important.

The main thing is that now you keep safe, no matter what.

-Do you understand? -What about you?

I'll be alright.

I want you to block the door from the inside.

And take this gun. It's loaded.

Stop lying to me, Dad. I'm not a child, you're not alright!

You are a child. My child.

Shit.

Someone's coming.

We have to get out of here quickly. Once he finds the bag, he'll kill us all.

We must get Assaf out of here.

Quickly.

Noa!

Noa!

-Come on. I'm getting you out of here. -How?

Just trust me. Come on.

You ready?

-Great. Give me a hand. -Dad...

You have to climb down, alright?

Run, Assaf! Run!

DO NOT ENTER

Noa.

You're a brave girl, but it's over.

No.

Come on.

Let's go home.

Assaf...

Open the door!

Open the door!

Assaf.... Assaf...

Assaf, listen to me.

Just give me the bag and I'll leave you be.

Get lost!

Listen to me, boy.

Your father is here with me.

Say something.

Assaf, don't open the door!

It's my fault they're here, Assaf! I lost the house! I'm to blame for this!

Assaf, don't let him in!

Did you hear that?

That was a preview of what I'll do if you don't let me in by the count of ten.

I have a petrol canister and a lighter!

I swear I'll burn everything down, you bastard!

Assaf...

I'm going to count to ten.

If you don't open the door, your dad's a goner.

Do you hear me?

Assaf, don't let him in.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Alex, Adam is back.

Who are you?

-Don't you know who I am? -No.

I doubt that.

What are you doing in my house?

-What's that beeping? -Nothing.

Go on, open it.

Carefully.

Who's that woman?