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Coyote from command. Report.

Command, leaving Blue Zone without results.

Entering Red Zone for further search.

Roger that. Fold in 30 minutes.

Copy that.

Coyote from Falcon 1.

Five Syrian heavy ones heading your way.

Coyote from command.

Abort search in Red Zone. Abort now.

Copy. Retreating to Falcon 1.

Hurry. Leave nothing behind.

Command from Falcon 1.

Hostile fire. Retreating. Coyotes with me.

From command, roger that.

Command from Coyote. Returning empty-handed. Sorry.

From command. Copy that.

Next time.

Thanks.

Welcome.

Come with me, dog!

Give up, General.

-It's over. -We got you, traitor.

The gallows are waiting for you in Damascus.

Daniel, it's Samuel.

You're on a flight to Brussels tonight.

A week.

Details when you arrive.

The office will update you.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

He has a gun!

I told you he's a wizard, and you didn't listen.

Fix this mess quickly. Got it?

Yes. I'm on it.

Daniel, you know why I chose you so don't fuck up, clear?

Son of a bitch.

Out of the car!

Oh. Welcome.

Such a simple mission and now look at this mess!

-He wouldn't listen to me. -I'm not done.

I was wrong to assign you to this.

You're a huge disappointment.

No, I accepted this mission, and I'll finish it.

You're not listening.

The Prime Minister wants a smoking gun.

Conclusive evidence that the Syrians are developing something

and that the fucking Belgians are helping them.

It'll be a political downfall for the Prime Minister,

which he can't afford, and neither can I.

Don't worry.

You should worry.

It's your ass that's on the line.

Okay.

From now on, you're his shadow, clear?

Yes.

Same for Ms. Angela.

Let's see what she has to say.

I know you're here because of your father,

and I respect that.

Judah was a good man.

I'm told he was loved in our organization.

How shall I put this gently?

The person who tricked your father

is pulling the same trick on you.

So if Mr. Adereth doesn't behave,

you know what we do with wounded horses.

-I do. -Good.

Party's over.

Thanks.

Allah have mercy on you.

Micky, Yoni, my office. Now.

We're in. Keep an eye open.

Copy.

All good?

-I'm upstairs. -Okay.

We're done here. Let's go.

Okay.

Towing 24/7, good evening.

Three minutes.

Copy.

Come on, people. They're arriving.

Two minutes and we're gone.

Hurry up!

Good morning, Ms. Angela.

Gentlemen, how can I help you?

Look for the bitch upstairs. I'll look down here.

Intelligence sources are claiming

that foreign agents are acting on Belgian soil

in connection with the sale

of illegal, chemical, and biological toxins

to the Syrian regime.

The CEO of Belgian company ViroBE refused to comment.

The former Syrian military attaché in Belgium,

General Nader Abdul Kader

was found dead last night in Brussels

in the trunk of a car.

The police had no comment except

that the investigation is conducted

in cooperation with State Security.

Abdul Kader, a confidant of the Syrian regime,

retired last year.

He was a personal friend of Syrian president Assad.

Unofficial sources accuse Syrian rebel organizations

of the abduction and murder of Abdul Kader.

The number of illegal Immigrants entering Belgium...

Come on... God!

Come on!

Really good job, Daniel.

And most importantly, you covered your tracks.

Meet me downstairs.

Meet me downstairs.

I don't know why I'm not

kicking the old man out right now.

I admit I don't get how his mind works either.

Does it make sense

that the State of Israel will sit on its ass

until Mr. Adereth delivers the goods?

You gave him his last chance.

He won't let it slip through.

He won't leave the stage before he delivers.

He'll take responsibility.

He has a plan.

I can give you his phone number.

No, no, forget it.

Bianca, put it on my tab.

-Oh, thank you. -Yeah.

Daniel, come quickly.

-What's going on? -I don't know.

We have to get out before someone notices.

What is this nonsense?

It's bullshit. You can get it online.

Is he kidding me?

I've had it.

Okay, we're leaving. Start packing.

Let's go.

A ticket for the El Al flight at 11 p.m.

Hold on.

What about his ticket?

Good luck.

You can dig your own graves.

Don't follow us.

Let them go.

Kathleen, come say hello to my friend.