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My commander did it.

The Nukhba guy said
there was someone else here.

Maher Zeitoun.

He murdered them.

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You're right.
They questioned him before.

Israelis?
-Maybe.

Abu Zaher, should I be worried?

Maher, we're from Gaza.
We were born worried.

Phone on the floor
and hands forward.

Aren't you Hamas?
-Yes, I worked with Hamas,

but as an accountant, not as a fighter.

I understand you don't like her.

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

A Shin Bet agent.

I'm in here, deep inside,
in all Hamas affairs.

Call my handler.

How are you, Maher?

Maher?

Maher!

This doesn't feel good to me at all.

Send the people
from the Paris branch over there.

I'm thinking of going there myself.

I don't care
what he gives the Shin Bet.

If he touched Hagit and the kids,
he needs to die.

Amira.
-Doron?

Did that dog kill
Eli's family?

Did he touch her or not?

He didn't touch her.
It wasn't him.

Can you tell me
what they talked about?

I'm trying to understand the motive.

I told you
what the motive was, and you didn't listen.

Nothing indicates
that he did anything wrong.

I want you to bring him back to me.

It's time you did
your job.

Talk to me like that one more time,

and I'll arrest you
and all your friends from "Yuma."

Come on, get out.

Tell your angry friend
I didn't kill his wife.

I just fucked the hell out of her

and then I slaughtered the bitch.

Doron, no!

Gabi.
-Talk.

I'm in trouble.
I need extraction.

Talk.

The thing with Eli got complicated.
We have to get out of here.

Got it.

Okay, clear out of the apartment immediately.

I'll try to arrange
a friend's gallery for you.

In the meantime, don't talk to anyone,
don't do anything,

don't even think about
going to the airport.

Your names and faces
may be running through the system.

And Doron, stay available.

A little stress,
and there goes the diet.

I told you, it was expected.
That's who he is.

Tell me, do you have anything smart to say too,

or are you just into
showing that you're right?

Keep an eye on things here
and stay available.

You're flying there? -Of course.
I'm coming with you. -Not happening.

I want to help.

And who's going to run recruiting
and the development team, my aunt?

Lia,

can I trust you?

Okay, now you're just insulting me.

Being insulted is a choice, my dear.

Doron. -Eli, I'm ten minutes away
from you. Check that the street is clear. -Wait.

There are two guys here.
They look suspicious.

Wait for us at the back entrance
of the building. -Okay.

Pack up fast, I'm coming.

Come on, let's move.

Did it go okay?

What?

Change of plans.

Dana? She screwed us?

Talk, brother. What?

Did you take him down?

"O God of vengeance."

Thanks, brother.

Yes? -Naama.
I got the update.

Why didn't you take
the security guards with you?

He asked to meet alone.

And what would they have done,
revived a corpse?

He was already dead
when I got to him.

That's a serious intelligence blow, Dana,

especially at the stage we're in.

I'll fix it.
-How will you fix it?

We have no idea
who eliminated him, or why.

For all we know,
they're about to move any minute.

Okay, give me
a few days, okay?

I'll find out what happened here
and we'll move on from there.

I want you to update me
on every little thing, understood?

And I'm connecting you with the French.
They have questions for us.

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

Fuck this world.

Your bag, please.

Come here, please.

Mrs. Marciano?

It's all right,
she's here for me.

Okay, it's fine.

Mr. Bruno, nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too.

I apologize that we're meeting here
and not over lunch,

but time is short, and in Tel Aviv
you have the same fish, right?

Actually, I want to taste
your famous bouillabaisse.

Right?
-Yes, bouillabaisse.

I hope I do that tomorrow.
-I hope so too.

Are you up to date?

Yes. Two Gazans, Hamas background,

and a passerby who happened to be there.

And you suspect it was
a cell of Israelis.

No, we don't suspect.

We know.

At least four murderers.

Minus one...

This is Salem al-Heib,

an Israeli Bedouin.

He arrived a few days ago.

He's suspected in the restaurant incident,

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

I want everything: military background,
connections, everything.

Do you have any more information?

Not at the moment.

I assume you know
the Gazans better.

If you have additional information,
we'd be happy to receive it.

All right.

I'll check everything and get back to you, okay?

Mrs. Marciano.

I have 200,000 Muslims
furious over the murders in the city.

Three murderers
still walking free,

fluent Arabic speakers,
with military training,

and I need to stop them
before they strike again.

And when I catch them, they'll pay.

Of course.

We're in this together.

Good.

The murder of Maher Zeitoun

is the third murder in Marseille
in three days.

It began on Tuesday

when Iyad Dahdouh and Naji al-Nasser

were murdered in a restaurant in the Belsunce neighborhood.
-Dogs.

The name of the second victim who was present
at the time of the murder has not yet been released.

Do you know what they're saying there?

They still have no suspects.

The police stated
that the investigation is ongoing,

but according to unofficial sources...

Brother, you're choking me with the cigarette.
Go on, man. -Sons of bitches.

And we're sitting here
like ducks, waiting.

Motherfucker.

We have to get out of here.

No one has claimed responsibility for the murders.

Who is it?

It's Dad.

It's Dad.
-Oh, it's Dad?

Motherfuck these French.
Everywhere is just stairs.

It's okay, move a little.
It won't hurt you.

You move a little
before I hurt you, you bastard.

What's going on with you?
Have you completely lost it?

Where's Clint?
-He's been in the room for hours. Probably asleep.

It's me.

Miss me?

I missed you.

Leave it, leave it.
-Give me, give me a second.

"A red dress and open eyes.

A shirtless guy
with a tattoo on his shoulder.

Bleeding tin walls."

Forget it.

Thing is, I can't really forget it,

because someone urgently invited me
to Marseille

after he sprayed a collaborator
in front of a division chief

whom we happen to know.

What?

What did that son of a bitch say to you
that made you go wild like that?

It wasn't only what he said,

it was the smile he had
on his face.

It was Hagit.

Suddenly everything went black

and the curtain came down over my face.

I lost control.
All I wanted to do

was kill that son of a bitch.

Doron,

my beloved,

what you did was the most natural thing,
the most logical, the most human thing possible.

The fact that you feel bad about it
is the part that's not good.

Gabi, you...

Get up, wash your face,
freshen up.

We have a meeting.
-What meeting? -A meeting.

We need to arrange your extraction
from here as fast as possible.

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Yes, Anne.

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

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

Please, just one last time.
Just two minutes.

Please.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I can't believe Karim is dead.

He was a good guy.

True. May God give his mother strength.

You promised me.

You were supposed to protect him.

Yes.

What happened?

They're preparing the funeral now.

Keep an eye on your people.

Gather everyone.
Starting today, everyone sleeps at the center.

Mattresses on the floor

and on the highest alert.

We need to go out
and set the streets on fire.

Abu Zaher.

Sheikh, people are talking
and think we're afraid.

They can hurt us.

Let them talk.
We'll act at the right time.

Abu Zaher,
the time for revenge is near.

Hello, Amira.

How are you?

Where's the star?
-Checking that the area is clear
and that he has an escape route.

Look,

both of you have grievances.

You're both right, you're both wrong.

The most important thing is to get you
out of here as fast as possible,

before there's a mess here.

Tell me, you bitch,

why did you lie to us, huh?

You even dare
open your mouth?

Say thank you that I'm not arresting you
for treason. -Treason?

I'm treason?

I recruited and ran
that son of a bitch

when you know what he did to Hagit,
right? Huh?

He deserved every single bullet.

Doron is right.

Hagit, the children.

We're family, Dana.

Too much time in high-tech, huh?

You've forgotten what the work looks like, apparently.

The worse the scumbag, the deeper the shit.
You remember that saying? Yours.

You taught me.

Tell me, what do you think all
these Nukhba guys are doing here, huh?

They're planning the next mega-attack.
That's what they're doing.

Here, in Marseille?

In Israel.

Have you heard of Said al-Khatib?

The Sinwar of Europe?

He's building a military terror system here

that will continue the attack
of October 7.

Here they're only recruiting operatives.

And Maher, that son of a whore,
was my source on the inside.

My key
to stopping it in time, and you...

In any case, it's none of your business.

I'll stay here and try to fix
the damage you caused

while you are
in your warm beds at home.

That's what you came to ask for, right?

Is there a way we can
fix it? -You? No.

You've done enough damage.

Focus on packing.
You're going back to Israel.

Yes, Amiram?

I went over all the information
connected to Maher,

and I found something interesting. -Okay.

As you know, he was responsible
for all the money that came into "Yuma,"

and before he died, he withdrew
all the money from their accounts.

I'm talking about 450,000 euros
spread across five banks in Europe.

Are you sure?
-One hundred percent sure.

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

It may even have been withdrawn in cash.

They're planning to leave.
-What?

They're planning to leave.
That's why they took the money out.

They're moving to action.
-Fuck.

Okay, thanks for the update.

Let me know if there's anything else,
okay? -Absolutely.

Fuck.

Yes? -Gabi.

We need to talk.

Who are they? -Who is that?
Do you know? -No.

Hello, Anne.

I have to ask everyone to leave.
Forgive me.

Go. I'll call you later.

Said al-Khatib.

I'd like to speak with you privately,
if that's all right with you.

Looks like you've already decided.
I don't have a choice.

The Shabab in Khan Yunis.

That's where we met.

It was before I left Algiers.

He was like a cat, the bastard.

He was a suicidal goalkeeper.

He would dive at the feet
of the Rafah forwards.

And they were real fakers.

Half the team had beards, and they were
registered in their IDs as twelve-year-olds.

You still don't know who I am?

No, and I don't think 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 going to tell you things
I don't want others to hear by accident.

Give it to me.

Karem.

All right,

let's talk from the beginning.

I came to express my sincere condolences.

I knew your husband well.

Maybe he stopped loving soccer,

but his love for the homeland
remained as it was.

Maher was a great commander.

He fought like a fearless lion
for Al-Aqsa.

He led his men with courage.

He was determined on the battlefield.

He eliminated many soldiers with his own hands.

During the invasion of Gaza,

he wanted to help his family escape
from there.

He was badly wounded, but we managed
to transfer him for treatment in Turkey.

But yesterday the enemy overcame him.

Maher was a hero of Palestine,

a shahid,

and his will is to continue
the resistance.

Now I'll go back to the beginning.

Did he speak to you about me?

No.

I knew he worked with Hamas,

that he lost his family in Gaza,
that he was wounded.

But now I'm discovering
a whole world I didn't know.

And now that you know...

I love him even more.

A heart of gold and a sword of silver.

That is how we will all remember him.

I spoke with Dana.

You have an opportunity to repair
the damage you caused.

But for that, you need to do
a total system reset.

No more personal accounts,
purely operational.

Hamas runs a community center here
called "Yuma."

It's a known method.

They set up an innocent charity,
recruit people, money, a lot of money.

The real goal, of course, is terrorism.

Cream cake on top,
and a hornets' nest underneath.

This is the asset.

We received information that Maher emptied
the organization's bank accounts.

Meaning they're probably about
to carry out an operation soon.

Our mission is to gather intelligence
and see if that suspicion is true.

But this is an off-grid operation,

which means that if you screw up,

the Shin Bet is not committed
to taking responsibility for you.

If the local intelligence services
catch you,

that means at least twenty years in prison,

surrounded by more Arabs
than in Jenin.

We'll take the risk.

Ayub, we speak only to you.
Not to Dana, not to anyone else.

That's also the agreement with Dana.

All our latest indications show

that they're planning a terror attack.

Something big.

Hello?

Doron?

Hi. -God,
you scared me just now.

What's going on?
-Everything's okay, everything's okay.

What? Are you coming back?

I might be a little delayed,
I'm not... -What? Why?

I made a mistake here.

What mistake?

What mistake, Doron? Come on.

Come on, talk already.
You're killing me.

What happened? Is Eli okay?
-Eli is okay.

So why aren't you coming back?

Come on, Doron.

Great.

Great way to take care of yourself.

Tell me, why are you doing
this to me, huh? Huh?

I'm telling you I can't
come back.

Why? Because if I come back,
everything falls apart!

I can't come back!
I can't!

Gali. Gali.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorr...

Gali.

Fuck.

Consider this a gesture, to
preserve the good relations between us.

We checked the list
of all the Israelis

who entered here in the last few days.

We identified him by his tattoo.

Herzl Pinto, Israeli.

His profile is completely clean.

That means he's connected
to Israeli special forces,

like the Bedouin.

Is that all you bring me?

No. I'm giving you a picture
with details that I'm not allowed to give you.

He looks like any Arab
who paints houses in the neighborhood.

The Israelis are here and they're eliminating
my people as if we were in Ramallah,

and you're bringing me a blurry picture.

I think you've lost your mind.
-No, you've lost your mind.

The situation is this: you owe me.

I made you a hero.

I built your career.

And now, when I need you,
you spit in my face.

Worse than that, you're making me
do your job for you.

As far as I'm concerned,

the agreement between us is canceled.
-What does that mean?

It means I no longer owe you
explanations. It's over.

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

I remind you that I can dismantle
your center in an instant.

Calm your people down.

Tell them we're doing everything

to catch the murderers,
and it will happen very soon.

I'll try.

But they don't always listen to me.

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

The man is known as number two
to Said al-Khatib, the head of the snake.

Issam Shabana, dear to our hearts,

was deputy battalion commander of the Rafah Brigade
on October 7.

He managed to escape to Sinai
before the IDF entered

and joined the terror infrastructure
here in Marseille.

You need to capture him alive.

Today there's going to be
a large demonstration downtown.

This is our chance to grab him.

If we get to him,
there's a chance we'll get to al-Khatib too.

All Western intelligence organizations
want to get their hands on that bastard.

Where are you going?

Where?

Rami, let her in.

Abu Zaher doesn't move alone.

He always has
two bastards glued to him. Armed.

Both were released in the last deal.
Dogs with blood on their hands.

Hassan al-Nasiri, Palestinian from Gaza.
An activist in "Yuma" and an enthusiastic supporter.

And this pretty boy, Alaa Slimani,
a Palestinian from the West Bank.

They're glued to him 24/7.

Anne.

Hi.

Hi.
-I'm glad to see you here.

Tonight we will give your husband
the honor he deserves,

and it is a great privilege
that you've joined us. -Thank you.

I just want to warn you,

the march could get complicated.

Do you need me to assign someone to you?
-No, it's fine.

Are you sure?
-Yes, yes. -All right.

You'll need this.

There will be smoke.

Thank you.

Everything is ready.

Excuse me.

You can't smoke here
because of the Molotov cocktails.

My brothers!

Tonight is a sad night,
and the anger is immense.

The enemy entered our home
like a coward, and he is still out there.

What are the police doing?

Nothing.

What is the state doing?

Nothing!
-Nothing!

We demand justice for Iyad and Maher.

Call your children,
call your loved ones,

call them,
have them flood the country.

Anyone who hates Zionism,

anyone who has a Palestinian heart,
go out into the street and shout.

Tonight we are all one hand.

To remind everyone, absolutely everyone,
who this city belongs to.

One last thing: the police here
are not the Israeli police.

They have a special force for dispersing
demonstrations. They don't come to play.

They hate demonstrators
more than you do.

Every time they disperse a demonstration,
all hell breaks loose.

Brains spill onto the asphalt,
eyes roll in the street.

Be careful. This is no joke.

Make no mistake,
we are not in Provence.

We are in the heart of the resistance.

Come on, guys! Allahu Akbar!

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Tension in the city of Marseille

on the day after the deaths
of three Palestinian civilians,

a large demonstration is expected tonight.
Security forces...

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Revenge! Revenge!
-Revenge!

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

Steve, wait until we're ready for the grab.
-Copy.

Revenge, revenge, revenge!

Justice, justice!
-Justice!

Allahu Akbar! -Revenge! Revenge!
Revenge! Revenge!

Come on.

Throw the tear gas.

Allahu Akbar!

Come on, set it on fire!

More tear gas!

Talk to me, what's happening there?
-It's getting out of control.

More tear gas!

He's running.
-The package is running.

We're after him.

Steve, bring the car.
We're going to take him.

Fuck.

The street is blocked from both directions.
I'm stuck and can't get out.

Shoot.

According to the information we have,

violent clashes broke out at the demonstrations...
-Doron?

Doron.

Amir, come.
Come.

Don't move.
-Come on, come on.

Everyone here!

Come on.

Cancel that,
cancel pickup.

How are you?
How are you?

I'm okay.

Steve, do you hear me?

I hear you, talk.

We have the package.

We're on Rue Saint-Germain, ready.

Cancel pickup.
I don't have a vehicle.

I'm on my way to you on foot.

The police are here, run, fast!
-The police are here!

Don't move. Stop, sir.
ID, please.

Steve.

Stop, turn to the wall.
-Okay, okay, okay!

Okay, calm down.

Calm down.

How are you?
-I'm okay, I'm okay.

I'm okay.
-Hold tight.

Hold tight.
-Be well, thank you.

His friends, his friends.

What happened?
-Do you know him?

Come with us, Abu Zaher.
Come.

Well done, friends.
-Feel better.

Fuck. -Where is he?

Steve, answer me.
Steve!

Gabi, I think the police arrested Steve.

Are you sure the police arrested him?
-I don't know, I lost him.

He got rid of the earpiece.
He knows what to do if contact is cut.

Fuck. -Okay, fold up and get
home. -Just watch your left, brother.

Peace be upon you, friends.
-Peace and blessings, how are you?

I'm looking for you.

I wanted to thank you again.

Sorry about the shirt.
They say blood doesn't come out in the wash.

No, it comes out.
Hot water and soap.

The main thing is I see you healthy
and whole, habibi. Praise God.

You have a Jordanian accent.
-No, Palestinian from Balata.

Near Nablus. You know it?

Of course.

Abu Zaher from Rafah.

Amir Mahajna and Ali Masrawi.

Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
-It's an honor.

Are you new in France?

A month, something like that.

May I offer you a ride home?

No, thank you, habibi. Thank you.

Because of you, I'll sleep
in a clean bed,

not on a bed full of bedbugs.

Really, thank you, Abu Zaher.
We live not far from here.

Really, there's no need.

You not only saved my life,

you're also treating me with kindness.

Please, get in.

I want to speak with you for a moment
face to face.

Open.

Come on. -Okay.

Take them out.

Get out.

Hey, hey, what's with you?
What is this?

What's your story?

Are you working with the Jews? Huh?

Answer me!