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Guys, leave those suitcases.

-He has a diplomatic passport. -No problem.

Glory to Allah.

Magnificent.

Flight 136 to Tel Aviv is now boarding.

DESTINATION: TEL AVIV

-This is where I say good luck. -Stay until it's over.

Listen to me.

I'm an Egyptian consular official. I cannot risk remaining here.

Ashraf...

Please send our deepest respect and thanks to President Sadat.

Tell him we will soon see a free Palestine.

Good luck.

It's taking off, get ready.

Now!

President Nasser...

Vice President Sadat, you are welcome.

They are ready for you.

I completely agree with you, Mr. President.

I suppose I could appoint my son-in-law as the new American Ambassador.

And head negotiator of the Israeli peace process.

A real visionary.

Right, Sharaf?

-Cheers for Mona. -Cheers for Mona.

I can't have him around important guests.

-You're speaking about my husband. -Your husband? Nonsense!

He's a millstone around your neck.

What kind of example is this man for my grandson?

Your grandson, but my son, and Ashraf is his father!

A deadbeat father. Better no father at all than that.

I always knew he was an idiot. And now he embarrasses me at my table.

I should never have approved this marriage.

Take my advice: be gentler when you are with him.

Show him you respect him.

One day, he will accept you as I do and see the great man that you are.

Trust me, I will work on him until he does.

I don't look for my daddy in every man I meet.

My father is my father, and you are something else.

I love you, Ashraf, just believe that.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

I overslept.

Came back late last night.

Who were you with?

My friends at university.

What's this?

Your tuition bill.

I took care of it already. No need to worry.

Mona...

is something wrong?

What is it?

Sami Sharaf came by and dropped this off.

You're gambling again?

Dancing with that blonde actress Diana Ellis?

I won't be made to look foolish or humiliated.

This is wrong.

He sends Sami to spy on me?

On the money, Ashraf, not you.

That's not the reason, and you know it.

Oh, what's this? Hey, Habibi, come here. Give Daddy a kiss.

Go play.

Listen, Mona--

President Nasser...

had a heart attack...

and died.

You and your family are requested back to Cairo immediately.

He's dead?

Yes, Ashraf.

The President is dead.

Today, millions of Egyptians came out on the streets...

to bid farewell to President Gamal Abdel Nasser. May he rest in peace.

And Vice President Anwar el Sadat will be appointed

President of the Arab Republic of Egypt...

a few days after the official period of mourning.

My condolences.

Mr. President...

Sami, Mrs. Nasser wants you urgently.

OK.

What is shameful is denying reality.

The reality is that Israel captured 60,000 square kilometers

of Egyptian land because of the Six-Day War.

Israel occupies this land today.

This administration's agenda is to retake it

so that our people can walk once again with their heads held high.

Until then...

this map will remind us of the task at hand.

Our country is not ready for another war.

That is why our only option to recover the Sinai

is to approach the American about a diplomatic solution.

Out of the question.

It would jeopardize the support from the Soviets.

Not necessarily.

Anwar...

what do you suggest?

You will address me as "Mr. President", Mr. Sami Sharaf.

Mr. President...

I categorically refuse to endorse this plan!

It is for me to decide what is in the best interest for Egypt!

Your job is to provide me with the intelligence

that will enable me to make that decision.

Nothing more.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Get out.

Out!

With the rise in criticism of the diplomatic positions

of the government towards Israel, three ministers resigned today.

This fuels speculations that they may be preparing to launch a political challenge

against newly sworn-in President Sadat.

Traitors.

Come with me, Mr. Marwan.

Wait here, please.

Mr. President,

Ashraf Marwan is here to see you.

He says it's urgent.

Let him in.

-Turn it off. -Yes.

What is it that could not wait until Monday, Ashraf?

Mr. President, I have records for you of the upmost importance.

Records? What records?

Records containing information about Sami Sharaf, Gomaa and Sabri.

Records detailing bribery and corruption at the highest levels.

With respect, they prove one should not always keep one's enemies closer.

But at least they are in your possession...

for you to do with as you see fit, Mr. President.

MINISTRY OF EGYPTIAN JUSTICE. NAME, SAMY SHARAF

How did you get them?

-I was looking for something else. -And what was that?

I won't lie, sir, money has been tight.

I was looking for financial paperwork for Mona.

To see if there were any funds we could get.

It's good that you came to me, Ashraf.

This is a matter of the utmost importance.

I want to keep these.

Please, Mr. President, that's why I am here.

When will you return to London?

It is important for Mona to be close to her family at this difficult time.

I see.

Take your hands off!

I am telling you to take your hands off!

Answer me, who are you?

Traitors!

We are going to be late. Let him sleep.

Samira, take care of him!

Come.

To come back to London with our son... look at us!

There are better ways to spend our time

than by attending a boring reception at the embassy.

Have a good day, Secretary General.

What's the score?

Still 1:1.

Tough game.

-With God's help, we will win. -With God's will.

Father of Gamal.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

If... if... Marwan is who he says he is...

letting a rookie foreign agent handle this asset is irresponsible!

Gentlemen...

Thank you.

There's Ashraf.

Great, he went inside. Go tell Danny.

Sharaf.

Babak.

You look good.

How are you?

-Tea? -No, thank you.

Sit.

These men in London are loyal to me.

If you need more assistance, the Syrian operatives will help us.

Thank you.

Stop here.

Drive.

"There was once...

There was once a young shepherd boy...

who tended his sheep...

at the foot of a mountain...

near a dark forest.

At one time...

the boy rushed down the hill towards the village...

calling...

'Wolf!' 'Wolf!'

Until all of the villagers rushed out to meet him.

And on the third day...

the boy looked and saw...

guess what?

A wolf!

But this time, when he cried 'Wolf!'...

the villagers, who had been fooled twice before...

did not believe him

and did not come to his aid.

And the boy...

And the boy...

shouted...

'Wolf!'

'Wolf!'"

Our men will cross the Suez Canal here...

and here.

We created two-meter trenches

to conceal our operation from the Israeli soldiers.

Inside are the anti-aircraft missiles that arrived last month from Russia.

The Israelis have no idea.

How can you be sure, General Shazly?

Because from the air, they look like normal Russian anti-tank defenses.

We'll attack the Israelis with all of our mighty renewed forces.

The Israeli line of defense will not expect such an attack,

nor will they be prepared for it.

What will the H-Hour be?

We will attack a week from today,

with the sun behind us and directly in their eyes.

They won't even see us coming.

Thank you, General Shazly.

Let's continue this briefing same time tomorrow morning.

That will be all, gentlemen.

I beg you, Mr. President, please don't do this. Not now.

I've exhausted all diplomatic solutions, Ashraf, you know that.

Recovering the land taken from us is essential if I am to remain in office.

If we fail, there will be a coup.

Can you imagine how terrible a coup would be?

Sometimes, peace must be fought for.

Ashraf...

Are you OK?

-We have a flight to catch. -I am very tired.

You have a fever, darling.

Where are you going?

I'll be back.

Take these.

You'll feel better.

Thank you.

I love you.

I'll report.

Enough!

Good morning.

Good morning.

These are for the safe.

Are you good, Ashraf?

I haven't seen you around lately...

You look like you haven't slept in a decade.

I'm fine, Mr. President.

Good, I have a matter of my own to discuss with you.

-In private, please. -Excuse me, sir.

Since you are very well acquainted with high-ranking diplomats in Libya...

I want you to meet with Colonel Gaddafi.

Gaddafi is unstable,

but you're good at managing unstable personalities.

Charm and convince him to let us tap his oil reserves.

What does one offer to charm a man like that?

I'm sure you can find something.

Bring this home for us,

and I'll make you Liaison for Special Affairs.

You will act as my personal emissary to all the leaders of the Arab World.

How does that sound, Ashraf?

Like a great plan, Mr. President.

It's amazing what you've built.

For the son of a Bedouin goat herder?

I intended no offense.

And none was taken.

This will surprise you...

I'm writing a book.

"The Green Book".

"The Green Book"?

It is a guide to the emancipation of men - a new gospel.

The Western Bible states:

"In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God."

The Green Book will be the new word for a new era.

My word.

It will help you govern?

Along with power and fear.

Without those,

the Arab people will go to the streets and destroy themselves.

You mark my words.

Civil war will rage across the Middle East,

chaos and destruction will reign.

I'm a realist.

My enemies are not going anywhere.

There will always be a threat to my life.

You speak of enemies? Perhaps I can help with that...

A gesture, from a friend.

You see?

Divine intervention!

You can tell Sadat I agree to his request.

But...

if he makes a deal with the American devil and the Zionists,

I will charge him double on the oil.

Only double?

You are right, triple!

I think it's time for me to leave, Colonel.

Nonsense!

We must break bread together.

And you must spend some time with our Libyan girls.

What do you think?

I appreciate that, I really do...

but I'm a married man.

All the more reason why you deserve it.

You are a good man, a loyal man.

But if you don't want to taste the goat's milk,

the least you can do is stay and watch the farmer in action.

I insist.

Mona?

I have something for you and Gamal.

Quiet, Gamal is sleeping.

The life you have now, that was your wish, Ashraf, not mine.

I'm a strong woman, Ashraf, but I have my limits.

I picked him up as he left the Israeli Embassy.

He is known as Alex.

Maybe...

he is a simple clerk?

No, he's Mossad.

He was waiting for Ashraf, I know it.

The son-in-law of the great Nasser...

working for the Israelis?

That's a wild assumption, Babak.

We need proof of this.

I have your men watching every move he makes.

Where is Ashraf now?

He is back in London.

Mr. President...

I don't understand why you changed your mind.

General, my mind has not changed, it's simply not the right timing.

-I had a gut feeling that we should wait. -Why, Mr. President? The army is ready.

We should move forward with the original plan.

That'll be all, General.

-Get Ashraf back to Cairo. -Yes, Mr. President.

That was the weather news and now the latest news.

Israel has increased the readiness of its reserve army.

The act of aggression was condemned by the United Arab League

considering that...

General Shazly has announced the completion

of the largest army exercise in recent Egyptian history.

UPROAR IN ISRAEL OVER MOBILIZATION

Israel has pulled back its forces...

How's the family, Ashraf?

They are well, Mr. President.

Apologies for interrupting but there is something urgent.

-Go on. -Someone called twice.

Asking for you, Mr. Marwan.

Who was it?

He didn't say. Something about chemicals that weren't delivered.

What exactly did he say?

That it was imperative you contact him but didn't leave a number.

I have no idea what that's about. Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

What business do you have with the delivery of chemicals?

I don't know, Your Excellency. Maybe they have the wrong number.

Fine.

-OK, here you go. -Thank you, Mr President.

-Tell Judah we are coming. -No problem, Gideon.

-Where is he? -In the trunk.

Good morning, father of Gamal.

Take him out.

Leave him.

Let the motherfucker get back alone.

Come to Mommy.

Don't make a sound!

-Take the kid away. -Gamal!

-Gamal! Gamal! -Mama!

Sit.

-Did you find anything? -Nothing.

-You searched well? -Yes.

Where is the safe?

We don't have a safe.

We don't have a lot of time to waste.

I asked where is the safe?

I said we don't have a safe.

He is asking you where the safe is!

I swear to you! We don't have a safe.

You'll talk! I will make you talk.

-Where is my son? -Sit down. Your son is fine. Sit down!

I said sit down!

Sit down!

Listen.

If you report what happened here...

we will be back and we will kill you one by one.

One by one.

Count to 100.

Count.

Count!

One...

two...

three...

-Let's go. -...four...

five...

six...

seven...

eight...

nine... Gamal!

Mrs. Mona...

Gamal...

Mom!

My love...

Don't be afraid.

I'm sorry...

Who is it, honey?

Gamal, take care of your mother for me.

OK, my love?

Are you sure you will be safe?

I'll be OK, but I can't protect you two from my enemies when I'm not at home.

Talk to me, Ashraf. Who are these enemies?

You will be safe with people I trust in Geneva.

-That's not a clear answer. -Listen.

Listen to me.

In a day or two, this will all blow over. I give you my word.

I promise you.

Come on, you'll miss your flight.

It will all be fine. Trust me.

-Bye-bye, my love. -Bye-bye.

We didn't find anything in his house. He sent his family to Switzerland.

I want to know every move he makes.

I know he's onto something.

We only need him to make one mistake.

Yes.

The Israeli Foreign Minister has expressed regret over the incident,

while on the Arab streets there have been mass protests

against the Zionist aggressor.

Retaliation is needed!

A life for a life!

An eye for an eye!

I am Gaddafi!

Nobody messes with us!

The Palestinian Black September fighters

will carry out Gaddafi's revenge attack in Rome.

If you give Gaddafi your back, Arab unity will fall apart.

So be it.

I won't write my name on a missile that will kill innocent civilians.

The Israelis made a tragic mistake. Our action would be premeditated murder.

That will not be our legacy.

Let me meet with Gaddafi.

To what end?

Ashraf, the man is a rabid dog.

You won't be able to talk him out of revenge.

I don't want to...

We give Gaddafi exactly what he wants:

your implicit support of an attack against Israel.

I will broker the deal and supply weapons to the Black September fighters...

and with the help of an Italian Intelligence contact...

...ensure that the mission fails.

Now!

Hit! Come on!

-It's not working. -What do you mean? Try again!

Leave the plane, shoot the police!

-Try again! -It's not working.

And this will keep Gaddafi and the Arabs on our side.

You're funny.

I think I know who she is.

She could be a cover for him.

Don't lose him.

He's got a tail.

Got it, over.

So, he did come to London for his lover.

If that man is lying, he's the best liar I've ever seen.

Mona...

I love you.

Believe that.

-This is all in your head. -No! It's not.

You promised you'd never lie to me.

I beg you.

This life you think is so fulfilling, leave it behind, come back to us.

Your life is with your family. Just come with me, my love.

You don't understand, I can't.

What we need is to practice war games out in the open.

Make it look like we are going to invade.

Please don't do this, Mr. President. Not now.

Your only chance for a peace agreement comes if Israel loses the war.

Not defeated entirely, but hurt.

And victory over Israel can only be achieved with a surprise attack.

Which is impossible to achieve.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

I assume you know the story?

Go on...

Our army needs to prepare for an attack in front of the Israelis...

and then do nothing.

A month later, more war games.

Soon, your opponent will grow tired of looking so closely.

You have a major advantage.

The Israelis believe you can never defeat them in war.

Bait them, fool them and let them think they know what you are up to.

A bluff...

and another bluff.

And when they're lulled into thinking you're all bluster...

and you have no cards left to play...

then you go all in.

And when will that be?

Yom Kippur.

This is the Israel news from Jerusalem,

The time is 3 p.m. on Yom Kippur.

The Israeli Army reported that shortly before 2 p.m.

Syrian and Egyptian armies started a surprise attack

in the Sinai and the Golan Heights.

We need to weaken Israel, not destroy it.

This way, we can force Israel into negotiation

and stop the heavy bloodshed.

So, we start a war on their holy day?

War is a dirty business, sir.

As dirty as it gets.

IT WASN'T JUST IN MY HEAD - MONA