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Will he be okay?

We'll only know when we operate on him.

What are you doing? He needs to be rushed to the O.R.

Do it here. He mustn't leave this room.

Does this look like an O.R. to you?

You're risking his life.

It's the Panther. He'll live.

May God keep me from the evil Satan,

in the name of the all merciful Allah...

My dear son, my heart is broken over you.

Say hello to your father, my son.

-My condolences. -Thank you.

They broke my heart...

What are you doing? He won't be able to breathe.

We need to take him.

Come back in about an hour.

Whatever you need, just tell us. Okay?

Don't take him, leave my son with me...

SAINT BERNARD

SAINT BERNARD

RAFIDIA HOSPITAL NABLUS

The bullet went in and out. He was lucky. No bones were broken.

The problem is, he lost a lot of blood.

-He needs more surgeries, right? -Not necessarily.

Good. Because we need to get him out of hospital today.

You don't understand. If he leaves today, he dies.

He needs antibiotics, a blood transfusion...

Not to mention rehabilitation.

If he doesn't leave here soon,

there won't be anyone to rehabilitate.

If he leaves hospital at this state, you've done their work for them.

Okay, so stay with him and take care of him, but not here.

-We'll arrange everything. -He needs to be hospitalized

for at least another week.

Excuse me, I need to see some patients.

Sheikh Awdallah is here.

Come in, Sheikh.

Peace be upon you.

The Fatiha, everyone.

"Guide us on the straight path

of the prophets and not of those who stray." Amen.

"Think not of the martyrs as being dead,

for they live on to serve God."

God's justice is almighty.

God will have mercy on him and give you strength and patience, Haja.

Child, did you see how many people came to the funeral?

They want to pay their respects to the Shahid and to you, as his wife.

I don't want to be a Shahid's wife.

I don't want to go on living.

God forbid.

The Prophet, may he rest in peace, commanded women

to fulfill the obligation of Jihad

by having children,

indoctrinating them and keeping the sanctity of the home.

Your Jihad, my child, is to raise a family.

I will no longer be raising a family.

In any case,

you'll feel better with time.

Time is wiser than all of us.

You're a young girl, and God willing, you'll get married and have children.

No! I won't.

You can take him.

Amal, my child, believe in Allah,

and don't be irresponsible!

Don't worry, I know exactly what path Allah has chosen for me.

How did it happen?

I can tell you, but you mustn't share it with anyone, okay?

Of course, it's medical confidentiality.

-Just between us, right? -Sure, don't worry.

I'm Spiderman.

You're what?

Don't you dare blow my cover!

Brother!

This is my brother.

Tell him I'm Spiderman.

He doesn't believe me.

-The tea is sweet. -I added some sugar.

From a young age I knew Bashir and I would get married.

Anyone who saw us playing could see it.

My family, his family.

-Only he didn't know. -They're always the last to know.

We wanted to travel to London.

I was supposed to study international relations,

he wanted to work in diamonds.

Shattered dreams.

And look at us now. Two widows, fellow sufferers.

How dare you?

Keep lying all you want about your husband, but don't say we're alike.

-What are you talking about, Amal? -I know your husband is alive.

-Darling, I know you're hurting, but-- -I'm no fool.

I know he's alive and I want to speak with him.

Darling, Abu Ahmad is dead. Thousands attended his funeral, even you.

Listen to me, Um Ahmad, "the widow",

I want to speak with Abu Ahmad!

How is your eldest son planning to take revenge for his little brother?

Darling, you know that Abu Ahmad died more than a year ago.

I know he's alive.

Just the other day he gave Bashir this money.

-You're wrong. -No, I'm not. I saw it in his eyes.

He wanted to tell me that his brother gave him the cash

but at the wedding, the Jews came looking for Abu Ahmad

and when they couldn't find him, they killed Bashir.

I don't know where he got this money! I don't know.

You're like a mother to me, don't lie to me like I'm a fool!

Amal! Calm down. Sit.

I must know if Abu Ahmad is planning a revenge or if I have to do it.

My dear...

Don't get into this, stay out of these things.

If I mean anything to you, tell him to talk to me.

Amal, darling, Abu Ahmad is dead.

This family has suffered enough death. Don't do something foolish

that you'll end up regretting. You're still young.

I'd never agree to live like you, hardly ever seeing my husband.

You're wasting your lives.

-Hello. -Hi.

-I have a meeting with Walid Al-Abed. -Come in.

Thank you.

Hi. My condolences.

Let's talk there.

Anything to drink?

Lemon juice.

There you go.

Tell me, where's the Panther?

Abu Ahmad is dead, as you know. But talk to me, I'll help you.

-There isn't much to talk about. -But you called me.

You deserve compensation. I'll make sure you get it.

I don't want money.

I want revenge.

I want to be a Shahid.

I understand you're talking out of pain,

but now you must keep a clear mind and your composure.

I know Abu Ahmad wants to avenge Bashir's death.

Forget Abu Ahmad and forget revenge.

It doesn't work that way.

If you deny me, I'll turn to Saraya (Islamic Jihad).

I'm sure they'll agree.

They'd never collaborate with the Panther's widow.

Don't be so sure.

Do you know what an explosive belt does to the body?

It blows you up into a million pieces.

Listen, kid, I don't know who you are.

Tell Abu Ahmad that if he doesn't send me,

I'll take a knife, go to a checkpoint and stab as many soldiers as I can.

-Amal, listen... -Enough, you're no help to me.

Amal, please don't speak to anyone!

Don't speak to anyone. I'll see what I can do.

What are you both looking at?

Easy now. I'll help you.

Feeling better now?

Something sweet... chocolate.

I can't. Sorry.

You're not allowed to have anything, you just had surgery.

You can wet your lips a bit.

Just a bite of chocolate.

Okay, one piece.

Slowly.

Was someone hurt at the wedding?

-My mom, the kids, Nassrin? -No, they're fine.

Then what is it?

Talk!

Special forces entered that house.

Amjad and Abu Khalil tried to stop them.

They killed Amjad, may God have mercy on his soul.

Then Bashir tried to stop them...

...and he got shot.

He died a Shahid.

May God have mercy on his soul.

Shouldn't we be happy that Bashir died as a Shahid?

Walid: I'll look after you and make sure you get what you want.