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Once upon a time, there was a high-ranking officer from Bahrain

whose name was Abed El-Aziz Bin Talal.

El-Aziz had a special taste when it came to women.

He liked them tall, elegant,

and of the male gender.

According to Sharia law,

gays are sentenced to stoning and castration.

Or castration and stoning.

I always forget the order.

Anyway, one morning, the officer from Bahrain was approached by a guy,

let's call him J.

Not only was El-Aziz not frightened, he also asked to frame the pictures.

El-Aziz had no intention of staying in Bahrain. On the contrary,

he has been living in Monte Carlo,

enjoying life.

So there you have it. A failed honey trap. And yet, gentlemen,

a sexual attraction to a man, a woman, or in between,

is one of our strongest recruitment methods.

This week, we'll examine your powers of attraction.

We'll see to what extent you can be sexy.

Your files are waiting for you in your mail.

You have a few minutes to go through them, and off you go.

Good luck, sweeties.

Fuck.

Excuse me?

Tell me, what's that? What do you take me for?

Do I look like a pervert to you?

This is not a match, Ms. Sharansky, this is a mission.

What is the mission?

That I'll have sex with a girl and you and your horny old man

will watch me and masturbate?

-Forget it. -Who said anything about sex?

You don't have to sleep with her, Sveta.

The mission is seduction, not sex.

Yona, I want another target.

A male target.

And preferably tall, academic and good-looking.

Deal with it, that's your mission.

Fuck him.

Please.

-Come on, let's start. -Okay.

Shall I bring you anything? Mineral water? Lemon tea?

No, thanks.

Are you sure?

Shall we start?

Svetlana Sharansky.

The target is Dafna Glazer.

She's a doctoral student at Efrat Linder-Mor Research Center.

A professor from Tel Aviv University.

At the same time, head of development of Allicin,

a drug that slows down the advance of Alzheimer's.

There's hope, Simon.

Mission: Obtain a sample of the medication from the target.

Shall I continue?

I just don't want to make it difficult for you in your condition.

Get lost, Kinder.

Next.

Hanoch Gat. Target: Michal Danino.

A mother of two, currently going through a divorce,

a second grade teacher at Shafir Religious School.

Mission: Nude picture.

Why her?

She's the teacher of his son.

-How did he react? -He's hysterical, he's afraid.

Next.

Oh, Katarina.

She overestimates her looks,

so I thought it would be interesting to turn the advantage into...

a disadvantage.

Yaki Shimony.

In person.

Her mission: To get him to give her money for a plane ticket back home.

-What, are you serious? -What's the problem?

Don't you know who he is?

He is one of us, Caesarea, the 90. Before that, he was in unit 504.

He was accused of sexual harassment twice and a serious sexual assault once.

Today he's working as a guard in a deserted building.

This shit would have spent his whole life in prison

if they hadn't taken into consideration his glorious past in security.

One of our agents was hospitalized because of him.

It took them three months to reconstruct her face.

That dog.

According to his current psychological profile, he doesn't seem dangerous.

With all due respect,

this shit hasn't changed and won't change.

Put a tail on her.

-No way. -Kinder!

Surveillance will be enough.

-Next. -There's no next.

Excuse me. Can I please speak with Professor Linder-Mor?

May I ask what it's regarding?

I would like to take her class.

Are you a student?

That's part of the plan.

Professor Linder-Mor is attending a conference in Los Angeles.

Oh no, I came all the way from Kiryat Yam to meet with her.

Silly me.

-Sorry about that. -Yes.

So, are you her secretary?

Research assistant.

No kidding.

Okay, you don't really look like a doctor of Chemistry.

Ph.D student.

And why?

How do you think doctors are supposed to look?

Like laboratory mice, no?

Prejudice and lies about humanities.

Just so you know, this is a very sexy department.

You should see our technicians.

Yes...

Okay,

so thanks, I don't want to bother you.

Wait, what did you say your name was?

-Natasha. -Natasha, hold on.

You're in the middle of work, I don't want to bother.

I was about to take a cigarette break.

Come, join me?

You made it to Tel Aviv. And now? You'll go back to Kiryat Yam empty-handed.

-Okay. -Come, I'll tell you about the department.

Thanks.

-So what do you think about him? -Really an adorable child.

-Yes. -You have nothing to worry about.

I understood from my wife that he has some social issues.

What does that mean, social issues?

-Every child has social issues sometimes. -Sure.

-Nothing serious. -Okay.

Okay. Thanks, I'm relieved now.

Good, I'm glad.

-Okay. See you. -Goodbye.

-It won't start? -No.

-Shall I have a look? -Really? Thanks.

Sorry, I think your battery is dead.

-Can you give me my bag please? Thanks. -You're welcome.

I don't believe it!

I have 12 minutes to pick up my daughter from kindergarten.

So, what's the problem? Come, I will give you a ride.

-Really? -Sure, what do you mean?

-Thanks. -No problem.

Come.

My grandmother is a chemist.

She was... in Russia.

In Israel, she was a lab technician like all the Russians.

When I was a girl, she used to sleep with me in the same room.

So, for a bedtime story,

she told me about chemistry formulas.

She used to tell me, "Natashinka,

everything in your life is chemistry.

Your coffee in the morning... Chemistry.

Your toothpaste... Chemistry.

Whoever you fancy and makes you feel butterflies in your stomach...

Chemistry."

Your grandmother was right.

She also told me not to get married.

I wish I had listened to her.

So why did you get married?

Idiot.

I wanted to run away from my parents,

and eventually found myself living with a copy of my dad.

I wanted to live life to the fullest, while he...

wanted to sleep.

It doesn't sound that fun to me.

It wasn't fun at all.

But now it's all over.

I'm here, staying with friends.

Hoping for the best.

A friend's couch doesn't seem that fun.

Much more comfortable than at home.

I'm sorry for bothering you like that.

That's fine.

I hear you.

We all try to juggle.

Children, work,

relationships.

What can I say? It seems

the cold war has been waging at my home

for quite a while.

What a... So phony.

Yes, I guess.

Why? He is behaving.

Actually, I'm also going through a difficult time.

Really?

-I'm going through a divorce. -Really? Wow.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I didn't want this divorce.

Uh, your husband?

Wow.

Listen, Michal, I feel bad saying that

I don't know this person, but...

He's probably a big idiot.

He's going for the empathy but not showing vulnerability.

That's not how a man in crisis behaves.

How then?

-It's right over here. -Here?

-Yes, the white house. -No problem.

-Thank you, I really appreciate it. -With pleasure.

Does Micha know you are pregnant?

No.

Are you afraid of telling him?

You should be.

He won't take it well. I know him.

Probably better than you.

Why him?

-You have already asked that question. -You didn't answer.

He's intelligent, oriented,

according to his medical file, there's no history of illness in the family,

or genetic problems. He has four healthy children.

And that was enough for you?

He doesn't play games.

When we were together, you told me you didn't even want children.

You misunderstood.

I didn't want to have children with you.

Want to go over your plan?

-Why? -To ensure you consider all the risks.

Did you go through his psychological profile?

I'm not afraid.

That girl was our agent.

That's what she looked like after he was done with her.

In his profile it is written that he's trying to rehabilitate himself.

He's in a sex offender treatment program. -Yes.

He's taking medication.

He will do anything to be permitted to be in touch with his children.

You see the good in others.

Personally, I like it a lot.

Professionally, this is dangerous.

This plane ticket to São Paulo that I need to obtain...

Is this a hint for me?

I approve your operational plan.

Good luck.

Hey.

What? Who are you?

Come over here.

Come...

Come ov...

Let go!

Release me, son of a bitch!

What? Are you fucked up?

-Calm down. -Get your hands off me!

Calm down.

What are you doing here?

Do you speak Hebrew?

Good.

Okay. I'll let you go now, take it easy.

You can't be here. Get your things and leave.

What happened to you?

It will be okay. Calm down.

How much money do you need?

Nine hundred dollars.

That's the price of a plane ticket to São Paulo.

Okay.

Show me your veins.

-I'm not a junkie. -Yeah, that's what you say.

Your whole body needs to be checked, lady.

Let me go.

Let me go.

I apologize.

I'm sorry, it is just that many junkies come here at night.

Sorry.

Sorry.

What about your family?

Don't you have anyone who can send you money?

I've only got a mother,

and she's not well.

She's in an institution.

Do you want to take a shower or anything?

No.

-Did she tell you anything new about him? -Who?

Itai's mother saw you talking to her after school.

Yes. No, actually she didn't say anything new.

She's a bit of a dummy.

Why did you go to speak to her, anyway?

What do you mean "why"?

You told me a couple of days ago he has some issues in class with other kids.

What, you're starting to show interest in the kid all of a sudden?

What's wrong? Have I stepped onto your turf?

No, it's just I find it strange that you went to talk to her, just like that

-without telling me-- -Tell me, you keep crying

that I'm not involved enough in what goes on at school, right?

When I go to school, that's also not okay?

-I come crying to you? -Yes, you come crying to me.

I've had enough.

You can lock yourself in.

Why?

So you'll feel safer.

Good night.

And where will you sleep?

I'll manage.

Yaki,

I'm not afraid of you.

You don't know me.

Good morning, how did you sleep?

Okay?

Look, I don't know what you have for breakfast in Brazil,

but here it's eggs and vegetables. And believe me, it's the best.

I'd make you a shakshouka.

If I had the ingredients, I would make it.

Quiet!

Just look at you.

What's going on with you?

Put a cork in it.

Where?

After a night of drinking, the best thing to do is to vomit.

How was your night?

-Did you follow Katarina? -Yes.

Even though you were specifically told not to go on a physical tail.

I don't take stupid orders well.

Would you talk to him?

You should have brought a backup team.

-Simon. -Two vehicles, front, two at the back,

waiting on standby.

Okay, a tail from here only. End of story.

Okay.

Grab a cup of coffee, get yourself together and make sure he stops the tail.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh...

Michal,

the thing we talked about? Yes? At 7:00 p.m.?

Yes.

God help me.

Bible tests.

-Bye. -See you.

-We'll go through Facebook. -Yeah.

We're looking for short-tempered people.

You know a long time ago, I was charged with assault.

I'm not a bad person, really, I...

just worked in a system

that taught me that problems should be dealt with by force.

Even using violence.

My head got twisted.

A man makes one mistake, and that's it!

Nobody ever forgives him.

I know how it feels.

Believe me, you don't.

You're not the only one who made big mistakes in his life.

You are a good man, Yaki.

What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the course?

Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

About this course.

It's exactly what you imagined, right?

What did I imagine?

What you said, what they are trying to turn us into.

These missions and everything.

There's this thing called "honey trap." It's a seduction mission.

Part of my mission is building intimacy with Michal.

Nehoray's teacher.

What exactly does "intimacy" mean?

Not to have sex with her, God forbid, but...

an intimate situation.

They want pictures.

Hey.

I'll tell them tomorrow that I quit.

-I know how much it means to you. -Nonsense, you mean more to me.

The main thing is that you told me.

Do what you have to do.

No, enough, thank you.

-Hey, you call yourself a Russian? -Enough, enough, I can't.

I can't take anymore.

Cheers.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

When was your first time?

Like, with a girl.

-When I was 16. -Wow.

With a girl from my class.

Really?

Wow.

And how did it feel?

Like I had come home.

Ouch, time out.

-Ouch. -You idiot, I could have killed you.

What do you mean kill me? You old man, I will throw you out of the win--

Stop it.

Idiot, go, you stupid.

Dummy.

That's what you are, dummy.

Don't take out all the nerves you get from one girl on another girl, you dummy.

And you don't try to save one girl

at the expense of another one you couldn't save.

Yeah, right.

Do you want the keys?

Go to the office.

What a jerk!

Are you sure I can be here?

I'm into making wishes come true tonight.

-That's what you wanted, no? -Yes.

But I don't want you to get into trouble because of me.

What is that?

Pipettes.

And that?

Incubators, this whole line, incubator machines.

Sonicator, PCR machines.

Okay, go on.

Keep talking.

-Centrifuges. -Yes.

And that?

The most sacred of all...

Allicin.

A medicine that'll get Professor Linder-Mor the Nobel Prize

and get me direct funding for my postdoc.

Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be taking part in this?

Wanna see?

-Have you got the code? -Of course.

No peeping.

That's the whole story, this little fellow?

This little fellow has

-a market value of billions of dollars. -Get out!

What? Why did you stop?

I don't know, I feel you're...

Go on, I want to look at you.

Hanoch, that's enough.

-Praise the Lord. -What?

I repeat, disengage, come up with an excuse and leave.

I said praise the Lord for...

you know, for having met you.

What a nimrod.

Hanoch, find a way to get out of there without humiliating her too much

because she hasn't done anything wrong to us.

Okay, repeat after me...

You're very pretty.

Look, Michal. You're... very pretty, honestly.

I haven't felt this way about anybody in years.

Michal, I haven't felt this way about anybody in years.

I've suddenly realized...

And I've suddenly realized...

that I'm thinking only about myself, not about you.

I suddenly realize that I'm really only thinking about myself, not about you.

You're setting on a new path in your life now,

and I'm not the right person for you.

I'm not the right person for you.

I'll complicate your life.

I'll just complicate your life.

You won't be happy with me and you deserve to be happy.

You won't be happy with me. You deserve to be happy.

So...

Let's stop now.

Let's just stop now.

Okay.

All right.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay, thank you.

I bet you, his son will only get straight A's from her from now on.

Chances are his wife knows about the mission,

or he wouldn't have come.

These are the kind of couples we need, right?

Oh, and...

I bought you a gift.

-Come. -Where?

It's a surprise.

-One second, I need to get dressed. -No, you look great.

Come on.

-Come. -Where are you taking me, Yaki?

-Are you scared? -Yeah, I'm scared.

You've got no reason to be.

Would you feel better if you had your pepper spray?

-You'd spray me like a bug, wouldn't you? -Hold on.

-Come on. -Wait a minute.

-Wait, one second. -Don't be afraid, it'll be all right.

Come on, don't be nervous.

I promise you that,

from now on, we'll keep our relationship strictly professional.

Like you asked.

Okay?

-All right, so tell me already. -I don't want to.

-Where are you taking me? -It's a surprise. Come on then.

Come.

Shit!

One second, hold on.

Come on already, come.

Here, we're there. Come on.

-Come, follow me. Come on. -What are you doing?

-Yaki, how's it going? -Simon?

I wasn't going to do anything to her, I swear.

I just wanted to give her

a farewell gift. I swear.

Like the one you gave Elisabeth?

Like the gift that got you in prison?

Simon, let him go.

Simon!

What?

Is she one of yours?

Motherfuckers.

I'll go to the police.

You've broken the law, I haven't done anything.

Sons of bitches.

I'm not a monster.

I ain't no monster.

Idiot!

He wasn't going to do anything to me.

I'm not going back home.

You're already home.

Didn't they teach you not to sit with your back to the door at the course?

We need to talk.

Oh, that kind of talk?

It's just that the Pakistani issue is a little urgent,

so I thought we could hold off

the "where's this relationship going" talk.

I'm pregnant.

With my child?

Yes.

You sure?

Don't be dramatic.

No, I've just been told

I'm going to be a daddy for the fifth time,

with a woman who's not my wife, so...

I think I'm entitled to be a little dramatic.

Don't worry, Micha, your life isn't going to change.

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.

Natasha, get back to me.

I promise not to say anything about you or your lie.

I'll get over it somehow, but...

No matter what the reason or gains are, it's no reason to ruin my life.

Nothing justifies that.

They'll discover we were here in one second and that's the end of me.

Please.

What are you going to do with that?

Nothing.

Can I please have it back?

No, because this exercise hasn't been coordinated with anybody at the lab,

and it's better they don't know we're involved.

Dafna, the Ph.D student,

this thing can ruin her life.

-Have a seat. -No, thank you.

Have a seat.

I'll tell you what.

You can take this medicine,

but it's going to have side effects.

You go back to your normal life, regular everyday routine,

in one, two months, this whole period will seem

like some dream you had.

Or...

You can leave it with me and you stay with us.

It's your call.

Sveta,

in one night's work,

you managed to get a sample of a medicine

with a potential market value of two billion dollars.

You can be very proud of yourself.

And you and your husband, you'll figure out a way.

Go to hell.

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