All language subtitles for The.Promise.S01E01.REPACK.BDRip.XviD-7o9

Can't I wait out here?

You know hospitals freak me out.

It's time to grow up, Erin.

I don't know why we're even doing this.

You hate him. I've only seen him,
like, five times in my entire life.

(BUZZER)

Right, let's get you sorted.

Who's left you in this mess?

- Mum.
- Oh, thanks.

Look, Dad...

Erin's here.

We got the first train up when we heard.

You don't look half
as bad as I imagined.

Anyway, I've brought
you some nice flowers.

Cheer the place up a
bit, a nice bit of colour.

I might just tidy away a few things while
I'm here, cos there's not a lot of room.

Dad, you haven't taken your pills.
I'll speak to a nurse about that.

Ugh!

MUM: OK. We'll get you tidied
up and I'll go and find a doctor,

find out what's going on...

(LABOURED BREATHING)

Where the fuck is she?

Why am I still alive?

You won't leave without him.

I'll find him. Go. Go.

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

Oh, no! No!

No! No!

(SIGHS)

I was born in this house.

I don't think we should be doing
this. He isn't even dead yet.

What about this?

It's all junk. Bin it.

I think it's a diary.

You don't read someone
else's diary, Erin.

It's private.

Which one's him?

(SIGHS)

- That one.
- Where's it taken?

Palestine.

It's what they used to call Israel.

And he was stationed there.

Grandad taught you
to do that, didn't he?

With this knife.

It's funny you said he was in Israel.

Eliza's got to go out there
to do her national service.

- Thought she was British.
- She's got dual nationality.

Actually...

...she's asked me to go out with her...

for the summer.

When?

On Monday.

Monday?!

What about your work experience?

I can still do that. It's just for a few
months, while she does her basic training.

No.

No? What do you mean, no?

I mean no. You're not well enough.

Mum, I'm fine. I'm not even...

And, anyway, it's too dangerous.

It's not.

They live miles away from that. Eliza...

Eliza isn't my daughter, you are.

And I want you to have a
proper plan for your gap year,

not bumming around with
your friends in a war zone.

Anyway, I need your
help here with Grandad.

That's so unfair. It's my fucking
gap year, I'll go if I want!

Please don't use that
language with me, Erin.

And for once in your life, why
don't you try doing something

for someone else, something
that's not about what you...

I am doing this for someone
else. I'm doing it for Eliza!

(DOOR SLAMS)

See you packed for Britain, as usual!

Dude! Hey!

I never thought your mum'd let you come.

I just told her I was going to
Israel to have obscene amounts of sex,

and she said, "Totally fine."

You will, you know.

Yeah, right. So not true.

You will.

Stop it, idiot.

- Pop your cherry!
- Shut up.

Pop that cherry!

(PILOT SPEAKS OVER INTERCOM)

Can you hang that up for me?

Fuck off!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Thanks for doing this,
Rin. It means a lot.

Yeah, it's like a
major pain in the arse.

I get to chill out by the pool
while you learn how to kill people.

By the way, did you tell your parents?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. No, I mentioned it.

It's cool.

(MUSIC HISSES ON EARPHONES)

MAN: It's the 21st of April in
the year of our civilisation, 1945.

The worst day of my life so far.

We buried 1,700 bodies today,

the most since we arrived...

I've seen some sights in this war.

I thought I could take
pretty much anything.

But this makes me
want to vomit, to weep.

On average, 500 a day dying, and
500 a day will continue to die,

whatever we d. O.

They bussed us in to a
place called. Bergen-Belsen,

straight from the front llne.

We thought it were going
to be a cushy number,

taking over a prison camp abandoned.
By the retreating German army.

Imagine a wild., windswept landscape...

and dust- dust
everywhere -

catching in your eyes, your throat,

making It hard to see,

making you wonder what
it is you're breathing in.

A barbed-wire fence stretches
as far as the eye can see.

Inside are 60,000 prisoners,

men, women and children.

Once, they were ordinary,
decent people just like us.

Now they're reduced to
the state of animals.

Sanitation has completely broken down

so the poor wretches do their
business where they stand.

Typhus rages through the camp

and the inmates have neither the strength
nor, in many cases, the will to resist it.

I wish everyone at home
could see what I've seen.

They might then understand why
we've been fighting this war.

VE Day came and went while
I were inside Bergen-Belsen.

I found it hard to celebrate.

Just wanted to be on my own.

Me thoughts were with those
of me friends and comrades

who bought this victory
hard., with their lives.

Apart from any personal feelings,

it's difficult to think of peace when
surrounded by so much human misery.

And I doubt if it's as simple
as burning down a few huts.

The damage that's been done
here can't be so easily repaired.

What is it?

My grandad liberated a
concentration camp in the war.

I had no idea.

Is this it?

Nearly.

Fucking hell.

Hi!

- Hi!
- Hello!

ELIZA: Oh, I've so missed you.

Oh, um, this is Erin.

Hi.

Can I hug you too? I
feel I know you so well.

Welcome.

Thank you.

You should watch the sun go
down over the Mediterranean

on your first day in Israel.

- L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

While you're here, we want you to
treat this as your own home, Erin.

Is that OK?

What?

I don't know.

Just not what I expected.

You thought we all
lived in bomb shelters?

It's like paradise.

Yeah, I guess.

You have no idea.

There are some really,
really hot guys here.

- I know.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

#Can anybody help me?

#I'm outta plans... #

These are cool.

#... Guess I left my
world in somebody's hands

#I don't like to hurt, but

#But everyone gets weak

#Someone to rely on

# That's what I really need

#Now here we stay

#It's all that we're worth

#I've been through the pain
and dragged through the dirt

# Whatever they tell you
We're bigger than words

#I've been where you're standing

#I know how it hurts

#Let this be your song now

#And this be your day

#If we stand together Then we'll be OK

#Because we're survivors
We're making it work

#Expecting the best When
they hope for the worst

#One love This is the way we found

#Even though they'll let you down

#One love, nobody's perfect now

#One love Don't let them hold you down

#One love We've got to break them down

#One love We've got to stand our ground

#One love It's easy to believe in

#One love Believe in you and me

#One love This is the way we found

#One love Even though
they'll let you down

#One love Nobody's perfect now

#One love Don't let them hold you down

#One love Let's stick together now

#One love We've got to stand our ground

#One love It's easy to believe in

#One love Believe in you and me

#One love... #

(LAUGHTER)

Erin!

- (LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
- Fuck off!

Can't you see she's epileptic?

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Did you take your medication?

Now you're even starting
to sound like my mother.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Geez, give me a break.

Do you want some breakfast?

You are joking.

(IDLE CHATTER)

All right, sarge.

(RADIO CHATTER)

SOLDIER: Hang about,
hang about, here we go.

That's more like it. All right, ladies?

(WOLF WHISTLE)

Spin around there, tuck
her in nice and tight.

All right, mate.

(SLIGHT MID-EUROPEAN ACCENT)
Palestine, also known as the Holy Land.

Ruled by Britain under
League of Nations mandates

since Allenby threw out
the Ottomans in 1917.

Jews and Arabs have lived here together

in relative harmony
since biblical times.

What's that accent? Is he a kraut?

However, Jews fleeing Nazi persecution
started arriving in numbers in the 1930s.

Our victory in Europe has
turned this exodus into a flood.

Many are coming straight
from the concentration camps

in every kind of rust bucket
imaginable, most completely unseaworthy.

You should be aware that these
Jews see returning to the Holy Land

as a fulfilment of a
promise made to them by God.

The Arabs, who have lived
here for a thousand years,

see things a little differently.

Our job... is to settle them down,

get them living peacefully
together again, to be, um...

the meat in the sandwich, between
the Jews and the Arabs, if you like.

I'm being sent back with the ship.

It's because I'm Jewish, isn't it?

It wouldn't be right, Alec. They'd
say the same if you were an Arab.

There aren't any Arabs
in the company, sarge.

I thought you'd like to
get off home early, anyway.

This trip sounds like
a pot of cold piss.

Can't just fuck off and lead the lads,
sarge, we've been together since Arnhem.

Please don't make me.

I'm a British soldier, same as you.

- Thanks, sarge.
- All right.

Get in line!

OK, lads, let's round 'em up.

Come on, lads. Into line, that's it.

Come on.

SOLDIER: Help him out. Help him out.

Come into line.

Dennis! Keep your eye on these two.

(CLAMOURING)

(SHOUTING AND SCREAMING)

All right. All right.

It's OK.

Haven't we seen these
pictures somewhere before?

This way.

Mein Mann, meine Kinder...

...ist dort?

Vielleicht.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

This way.

In welchem Lager sind Sie gewesen?

In Mauthausen.

- Wo sind Sie an Bord gegangen?
- In Trieste.

MAN: Are you with him?

Here, Nash, what is he
anyway, some kind of German?

He's Czech.

SOLDIER: What's wrong with your arm?

Don't pull.

Nein.

- Speak up.
- Nein.

SOLDIER: What is this? Is this your s?

(CLATTERING)

Come on.

(WOMAN SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Come on.

- Come on, it's fine.
- (WOMAN CONTINUES TALKING)

(SHE CONTINUES TALKING)

OK, go.

Go on. Raus, raus!

Go! Go!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

- Oi!
- Stand still.

The government quota on
Jewish immigration exists

for very good, practical
reasons, Sergeant.

- I shouldn't have to remind you of that.
- No, sir.

We expect you to set an
example in these matters,

not take the lead in disobeying
what was a very clear order.

Yes, sir.

(CLEARS THROAT) John...

Sergeant Matthews was part of the team
that went into the camp at Bergen-Belsen.

Is that right?

Yes, sir.

- How long were you in there?
- Six weeks, sir.

Stand at ease, Sergeant.

I expect it was pretty grim.

Yes, sir.

Well, then your attitude is perhaps
a little more understandable,

but every time we let one of
these characters slip by us,

we increase the chance of further
open insurrection by the Arabs,

who see these Jews as
stealing their land.

And I don't have to tell you
who'll be stuck in the middle

if a civil war breaks out
between the Arabs and the Jews,

- do I, Sergeant?
- No, sir.

Seven days' loss of privileges.

I know there has to be a quota and
that this little land can't take

every Jew who suffered
at the hands of Nazis.

But I think if I'd been through
what these people have been through,

I'd want a homeland too.

I didn't like what we
were asked to do today.

None of us did.

These people have suffered enough.

But we responded with barbed.
Wire and baseball bats.

It weren't right.

Are you OK?

Sure.

(CHANTING)

Aren't we going in?

Um... there's another
gate round the back.

My brother's there. He's
one of the demonstrators.

Where? Which one?

When do I get to meet
this famously sexy brother?

Never.

Anyway, you'd hate him.
He's completely insane.

(JET ROARS OVERHEAD)

(TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT IN HEBREW)

I can't do this.

That's such bollocks, dude. If
these morons can do it, you so can.

They seem like morons to me
too, Rin, that's the whole point.

I know you think it's like
idyllic, happy families out here,

but it's total bullshit.

I've been to school in England
since I was eight years old.

I come here for holidays.

I can barely speak the
language, for God's sake.

There's no way I can
stick this for two years.

OK. Here's the deal.

You hate it,

I come and get you,

we make a dash for the
border. What do you reckon?

- Hello.
- All right?

- All right, lads.
- All right, sarge.

(MOUTHS)

(LAUGHING)

You set me up, you bastard.

I had no choice, did I?

Everyone already thinks you're a poof.

This is Len.

He's a bit shy.

- This is Ziphora.
- Hello, sergeant.

And this... is Clara.

How do you do?

Hello.

Ta.

Is this your first time in the club?

Yeah.

What do you think of it?

It's OK.

Don't be taken in.

It's all just propaganda.

What do you mean?

There are 100,000 British
soldiers in Palestine.

For the city, that's
100,000 opportunities.

You look so shocked.

I've just got no idea
what you're talking about.

It isn't complicated.

The clubs are to generate support
for our desire for a homeland.

You came through that
door, you were a stranger.

And if I do my job properly, by the
time you leave, you'll be a friend.

Then you write home to your family,

tell them how well you're being
treated by the Jews in Palestine.

Multiply that by 100,000 times.

So this is a job?

Certainly.

I had to take courses in table
manners and exams in English to get in.

Someone pays you?

Of course.

The city pays me.

What? Ask me.

I have been trained to
answer all your questions.

Well, I was just wondering if, er...

Well, some of the lads
might not, you know...

misunderstand your role.

I don't know.

I finished my training this morning.

You're my first client.

So what happened with Clara?

She asked me round for tea.

You're in there, mate.

No, I'm not.

It's with her family.
It's part of her job.

Fucking hell.

I'd knock that right on the
head. Meet her mum and dad?!

RADIO: For all the British
soldiers listening out there,

stop enforcing your government's
illegal immigration quotas.

Stop intercepting our ships
and putting our refugees

in concentration camps. Have
they not suffered enough?

- Stop behaving like Nazis.
- Wankers!

If we're the Nazis, who have I been
fighting for the last five years?

- Jack, just go round them.
- Gotcha.

Where is everybody?

Just keep your eyes peeled.

Here we are.

Welcome to Qiryat Haiyim.

We have orders to search
the village for weapons.

Look wherever you want.

We have no secrets.

There's Robbins.

Supposed to be an
intelligence officer, is he?

- I called it off.
- What do you mean, you called it off?

They knew we were coming,
there was no point.

The place was deserted. They must
have moved everything out last night.

I don't get it. No-one in the company
knew about the search before this morning.

Probably got nothing to do with it.

Take a look in there.

What do you see?

Nothing.

Clerks.

See any Arabs?

- No.
- That's right.

Rowntree decided to search
Qiryat Haiyim six days ago.

The order came through this office.

What do you expect?
They're all local Jews.

It leaks like a sieve.

They know everything we're
doing... usually before we do.

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

- Bring her to me.
- See you later.

Sorry, sarge.

So now you know we are
originally from Berlin.

You must tell us where
you are from, sergeant.

From Yorkshire. Leeds.

Thanks.

And your parents are still living there?

No.

At least I don't think so.

- You don't think so?
- Papa, please stop interviewing him.

You must forgive him.

He thinks he's still working
for the Berliner Morgenpost.

That's fine. I don't mind.

(CLEARS THROAT) I was adopted.

I grew up in an orphanage.

I don't know what
happened to my parents.

That's very sad.

When you are demobbed, you
must go back and look for them.

I won't be demobbed.

I'm not a conscript. I'm a 30-year man.

Where I come from, it were join
the Army or go down the pit.

I chose the Army.

I feel sorry for you,
not knowing your family.

Without my daughter,

I wouldn't be sitting here.

I would never have survived.

You like Clara?

I do, yeah.

Then you must come again.

Meet some of our friends.

You can tell us all
about Stella Maris Base,

what you boys get up to in there. Hm?

We often wonder.

Yes, of course.

Goodbye, then, sergeant.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Maybe it was just a casual remark.

I don't think so, sir, there was
something about the way he said it.

It were pointed, like he were saying,

"If you want to be friends with
my daughter, there's a price."

Hm.

We could feed him some old rubbish.

- String him along.
- No.

He's just a little rabbit,
seizing an opportunity.

We need to flush out the fox.

You told him you were
sympathetic to the Jewish cause?

Not in so many words, no, sir.

You should. Be open.

Tell him you have access to a great
deal of very sensitive information

and you're happy to meet his friends,

but not at the apartment, it's not safe.

OK.

The Jews have been granted permission
to protest against the quotas...

next week.

No doubt it will be noisy
and well attended as usual.

Suggest meeting there,
amongst the crowd.

Won't I stand out
like a sore thumb, sir?

I wasn't suggesting you
went in uniform, sergeant.

Dress in civvies.

Be a Jew for the day.

(BR TISH NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS)

(AUDIENCE GROANS, WHISTLES)

(BOOING)

Would you rather go?

I would.

OK.

(BOOING AND JEERING CONTINUE)

You are angry.

I am, yeah.

Most of us are on your side, you know.

You think we're being ungrateful.

If I'm honest, yeah.

Yeah, I do, after all we
did for you in the war.

You fought the war for your
empire, Len, not for us.

Do you want one?

No, thanks.

Did your mother die in the war?

No.

She's still alive.

She met someone else at the camps.

I think she's in Italy now.

So you see, not every concentration
camp story has an unhappy ending...

...at least for her.

I'm sorry.

(SHOUTS IN HEBREW)

(CROWD CHEERING)

SOLDIER: (THROUGH MEGAPHONE)
Unless you disperse now,

we will open fire.

(MAN CONTINUES)

Unless you disperse
now, we will open fire.

(CROWD CHANTING)

Ready!

Fire! (GUNSHOTS)

(CONTINUES SHOUTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

Len...

Are you Itzak?

Come. We cannot talk here.

Too many eyes... and ears.

(GUNSHOT)

No!

Oi, Robbins! What the
fuck did you do that for?

Sorry, mate. There was
no way we could warn you.

That was Yaakov Maazel.
We've been after him

- for months. - They'll
think I've double-crossed 'em.

No, they won't. It was a riot.
We fired to disperse the crowd.

That's fucking bollocks!
You set me up, you bastards!

Well, that's the way Rowntree wanted it,

and if you don't like
it, take it up with him.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

(WATER SPLASHES)

Hi.

You must be Erin.

I'm Paul, Eliza's brother.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What are you reading?

My grandad's diary.

He was stationed here after the
war. He was a British soldier.

Did you know our
grandfather was in the Irgun?

It's the underground army
that fought the British.

They killed a lot of people
like your grandfather.

What's the point?

What do you mean, what's the point?

The point is, it's wrong and it
should be challenged in the courts

like in any other civilised country.
You know what happened at Bil'in?

Do we have to talk politics?

They built the wall right
across the village land.

The Palestinians couldn't get to
their fields to harvest their crops,

so what did we do? We
protested. We wrote letters.

We took them to the Supreme
Court, all the things

my son thinks are a complete waste of
time. Do you know what the court did?

It told the government to move the wall
and give the Palestinians back their land.

- Yeah, a tiny part of their land.
- And they did.

They dug it up and rebuilt it.

Yeah, and for every time the
court sides with the Palestinians

in the full blaze of publicity,
there are a hundred cases

which no-one hears about where
they side with the government,

where they throw out the appeal
and legitimise the land grab.

It doesn't help.

It's actually his cosy liberal opposition
that perpetuates this fucking occupation.

Hey, it's not my anything,
Paul, OK? Fucking or otherwise.

Max...

And how do we perpetuate it by opposing
it? You'll have to explain that to me.

What do you think when you hear
about all these petitions and rallies?

What does it make you think?

I don't know.

OK, enough. Erin, do you want some more?

It makes you think Israel
is a society like your s.

That's how protests help the
occupation, by making the world think

that this is a functioning democracy,

that you can change anything
here by political action.

But weren't you
protesting the other day?

We saw you outside the army base.

Exactly. He should take a look
round the rest of the Middle East

if he doesn't think
Israel's a democracy.

What are we, I'd like to
know, if not a democracy?

- A military dictatorship.
- Oh, come on, Paul, don't be silly.

This country is run by
politicians, not the army.

Yeah, and you know who all these
wonderful politicians are, Erin?

Begin, Shamir, Rabin, Barak,
Sharon? They're all ex-generals.

The army controls every
aspect of our lives,

our roads, our transport, our borders.

They mess with our kids' education,
and their leaders end up in government.

What else is that but a military state?

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

What?

(MUSIC PLAYS)

#Love will come set me free

#I d. O believe

#Love will come set me free

#I know it will

#Love will come set me free, yeah... #

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

Hi.

Hey.

Are they always like that?

Why do you think I live in England?

Does Paul hate your dad?

Not really.

It's just... complicated.

Why?

Tell me.

What's the point?

Just the usual macho bullshit.

My dad's this really famous liberal, OK.

And when he was a general,

he signed a letter
criticising the occupation.

That was a really big deal at the time.

your dad was a general?

Yeah.

Paul's a liberal, isn't
he? I don't get it.

He used to be really
pro-military to annoy Dad

and then the army sent him to Hebron.

I think he had a
really rough time there.

When he came out, he was suddenly
this super-hardline anti-Zionist.

And I told you,

he's completely insane.

What does he do now?

Oh, I don't know.

He volunteers for these really
weird ex-military pressure groups.

Mostly he just sponges off my parents.

Apart from that, you really like him.

You're so crap at that.

Give me...

Oh, cheers(!)

I just know, any minute now,

you're going to ask me how
my first week in the army was.

Oh, please, tell me all about
your first week in the army, Eliza.

It was a total fucking nightmare,
but thank you for asking me.

RADIO: ... They were minding their
own business, protesting peacefully,

which they have every
legal right to do...

Oh, Christ! Do we have to
listen to that shit again, sarge?

Best to know what
they're saying about us.

... Injured in the panic that
followed. These were unarmed civilians

trying to peacefully demonstrate
against your government's

illegal immigration quotas, and
you shot them dead in the street.

Shame on you, Tommy, shame on you.

What a load of bollocks!

Oh! That's fucking disgusting!

MAN: Fuck off back home, then!

Oi, Sergeant Chamberpot...

(SHOUTING AND LAUGHING)

Right. Don't be too
long. Get dried off, yeah.

SOLDIER: Put your shirt back on.

(LAUGHING AND JOKING)

- your turn next.
- Hope she's worth it, sarge.

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(GROANING)

Shit.

All right, Ray.

George, can you hear me?

(GUNFIRE)

Fuck.

Come on.

(SPEAKS IN HEBREW)

Sorry.

Come on.

Mind your backs.

All right, let's have a look at him.

Cut it off.

Come on, mate, come on. Come on.

All right...

Fucking bastards shot him in the back.

Put some pressure there.

That's it.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Did you get a look at any of them?

No, sir. They just
shot the lads and ran.

I wondered if you thought
it were retaliation, sir,

for what happened at the demonstration.

Possibly.

Perhaps you should
postpone your visit tonight.

It's fine, sir.

RADIO: The following communiqu� has
been received from the Irgun Zval Le'umi,

today, 11th October 1945.

Six British soldiers from the
Parachute Regiment were killed in combat

by forces of the National
Military Organisation.

All our soldiers returned.
Unharmed. To their bases.

The Nazi British occupation forces have
responded with a curfew, which will...

(DOG BARKS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I thought you might be
caught out by the curfew.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your friends today.

It was quite wrong.

Shameful.

But it doesn't alter the fact that
you are no longer welcome in my house.

I'm sure you know why.

That had nothing to do
with me, I promise you.

I'm on your side.

We may be stateless, sergeant,
but we are not stupid.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

I was afraid you were dead.

(GULLS CRY)

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Do you know where they buried the
British soldiers that were killed here?

Er...

I think there's a big
military cemetery at Ramle.

Would you take me?

- (MAN SPEAKS HEBREW)
- (SNIGGERS)

These are all from the First World War.

Over here.

Here.

This is them.

Thanks.

Oh, my God!

What? What is it?

It's Robbins and Nash.

I've just been reading about
them. They worked for Rowntree.

- They're friends of my grandad's.
- So, where are the other guys?

- Isn't that why we're here?
- Yeah, but these two are still alive.

They're going to be killed...

...on 30th July 1947.

It doesn't say how they die.

Maybe we could look it up.

He's got no idea they're
going to be killed.

(MUSIC ON RADIO)

(SWITCHES RADIO OFF)

- I need your passport.
- Why? Where are we going?

Into the occupied territories.

(SOLDIER SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SOFTLY) I thought you
were taking me home.

Isn't it too dangerous?

Rather be back safely by the pool?

Uh...

Wait here. I won't be long.

(INDISTINCT WOMAN'S VOICE)

I joined Combatants For
Peace because I realised

that although I'd seen Palestinians

through my weapon sights
on a daily basis...

(TRANSLATES INTO ARABIC)

...I didn't actually
know any Palestinians.

(TRANSLATES)

I'd never been in a Palestinian
home except to search it.

(TRANSLATES)

But once you've met your former enemy...

...realised he's a human
being just like you...

...you can never go back...

...never take up that weapon again.

Never.

Thank you, Paul.

Omar...

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

TRANSLATOR: My name is Omar Habash.

I fought six years with
the al-Aqsa Martyrs.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

People say to me, "What's
the matter with you, Omar?"

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

"Why are you talking to the enemy?"

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

TRANSLATOR: And say I spent
six years fighting them.

My brother fought them and
spent three years in their jails.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

My father died fighting them.

For 60 years we have fought
them and still we aren't free.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

60 years they have fought us
and still they don't feel safe.

The first time you sit
down with your enemy

to try to end this occupation,
it's going to be difficult.

- (SPEAKS ARABIC)
- It's the same person who tortured you.

The same person who tried to kill you.

But I say...

- (SPEAKS ARABIC) ...if
we, the fighters...

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

...we, who were the
most bitter of enemies...

can sit down together...

why can't you?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

If we can shake hands...

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

...why can't you?

Sorry to be thick,

but why are we taking
him back into Israel?

Ask him. He speaks English.

My home is on the
other side of the wall.

(SOLDIER SPEAKS HEBREW)

Omar is an Israeli Arab.

He has the same rights as
Eliza and me, in theory.

(SOLDIER SPEAKS HEBREW)

(RAISED VOICES)

- (MAN SPEAKS ARABIC)
- Go back.

Omar, don't.

It's not worth it.

(RAISED VOICES)

WOMAN: Husband, my husband.

(MAN SPEAKS ARABIC)

(OMAR SPEAKS HEBREW)

(MAN AND WOMAN CONVERSE IN ARABIC)

Why are you doing that for us?

- Why?
- (OMAR SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(PAUL SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

(SPEAKS HEBREW)

Go. Go there.

Go, go, go.

Paul...

- Paul, look out.
- (SPEAKS HEBREW)

(THEY CONVERSE IN HEBREW)

(SOLDIER SPEAKS HEBREW)

Where are you going?

We can't just leave him.

He wants us to go, OK.

The longer we stand here, the more of
a hard time they're going to give him.

It's his decision.

Will he be OK?

Now we've gone, they'll most
likely get bored and let him go.

I'll ring in an hour,
make sure he's home.

Welcome to Israel, Erin.

You just got a crash course in
what it means to be a Palestinian

in this fucking country.

But isn't it to stop
terrorists getting into Israel?

Come here.

Do you know what that is?

It's a Palestinian village.

Do you know what that is?

That's another Palestinian village.

That one's outside the checkpoint,
that one's inside the checkpoint.

Which one does the terrorist
come from? You tell me.

The village outside the wall or
the one that is already inside?

The checkpoints are
there for one reason -

to make their lives impossible
so they'll give up and move away.

T's about control, humiliation
and forcing them off their land.

It's got nothing to do
with terrorism. Nothing!

Sorry I shouted.

You're having to play
catch-up pretty fast

in this insane country
of ours, aren't you?

I like it here.

Well, that's because you live in
the safe little world of my parents.

Why are you so down on them?

Because they're part of the problem.

That's so unfair.

They're some of the kindest,
most generous people've ever met.

You're right.

They are.

You know, when I was ten years old,
my father took me to see the border.

The Jewish side was green and fertile,

and the Arab side was brown and
barren with a few goats, and...

...and then he said to me,

and this was this big lesson he
wanted me to remember, he said...

"Look what they've done
with the land in 2,000 years.

"Look what we achieved in 50."

And this is a good man,

a liberal man.

It took me years to learn
to question the assumptions

behind the things he
said to me that day.

They are not as deserving as we are.

They do nothing with the land.

They're animals.

They hate us.

Shit, I left my wallet on the table.
Get in, I'll be right back, OK.

Paul...