All language subtitles for Hatufim - 02x02 - Happy Birthday

Previously on PRISONERS OF WAR

Allah is great.

Amiel Ben-Horin.

No, Abdallah. Yussuf.

Nimrod, he's alive.

The fact he's alive doesn't
mean he has to be rescued.

"Operation Yehuda" died with Atar.

If something happens, she doesn't
know anything.

I don't understand what you want
me to do with this.

What part is not clear? We have
to get him out of there.

Hello, hello.

I want to adopt a dog.

I met a girl today.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm not staying.

Nurit, but you are well?

Are you sure...?

Absolutely.

The terrorist Abdallah Ben Rashid,
freed during the prisoner exchange,

was warmly greeted
in Syria this afternoon.

You are disrespectful to him.

With Abdallah?

I suppose you also think he is a hero?

What we need to do then, before
anything else

is confirm whether he is alive or dead.

Abu Kabir.

Yes.

If he's alive, somebody in Israel went
to a great deal of trouble to hide it.

Uri, why don't you answer me?

I'm... I'm here. You have to come
meet me right now.

I'm here with...

I'm with good friends here. You have
to come and keep me company.

Oren! Oren! where are you?

I've been looking for you all day, you're
not answering.

I'm here... I'm in Rishpon.

I'm with some good friends, and food, and...

OK, whatever, I'm going to take a swim.
So, get over here.

Come, Oren, come... Wait, I am getting
another call...

You want to hear something funny?

I think I met your daughter while I was
in military training.

Dana, is that right?

Uri, what I can help you with?

Any news?

It's no use calling every two hours.
These things take time.

But he doesn't have time.

He doesn't, I know. I can feel it.

He needs us.

Believe or not, I'm
on my way to a meeting.

I won't be late.

Tomorrow, if I find out anything,
I'll call you, all right?

- Who hasn't time?
- What?

Who doesn't have time?
You said "he doesn't have time."

Nothing, wrong number.

I said I don't have time
to waste on this.

Where are you going, please?

Yaron Sabag.

And it happened in Jabaliya?

How do you know about Jabaliya?

It's all in your file.

42 kilometers north of Damascus. You
were there most of the time, is that right?

Almost 12 years.

Did you know where we were held?

Here you are. Do you know where to park?
Yes.

What's so urgent it couldn't wait?

I want to take a look to
Amiel Ben-Horin's autopsy report.

What for?

I feel they know more than they say
about the circumstances of his death.

What do I care?

I don't understand.

What do I care if he died of a bullet wound or
whether he stuck his fingers in an electric socket?

Your job is to find out if they pose
a risk to State security.

We freed them.

Why do you continue to pursue this issue?

Yaron, it would be very helpful to me
if I could see the report's findings.

If it is possible, fine.
Otherwise, I'll manage without it.

There are a few left for tonight.

A. Schurer, remember him?

He was the chief of Mossad years ago.

He died in an accident some weeks ago.

- Oh.
- It's not so bad.

He was hardly active.

We're clearing out his office.

What about the report?

Haim, if you finished the investigation, make
a report and let's be over and done with.

Don't pretend to be Inspector Clouseau.

- Say hello to your family from me.
- I will.

One more thing...

The Klein-Zach report says
they were held in Jabaliya for 12 years.

So?

Did we know where they were being held?

Are you crazy?

- I'm sure they told us.
- Who to? I was the first to interrogate them.

Then some Arab told the Red Cross
somewhere, what do I know?

Stop bothering me with this bullshit.

A. SCHURER

Please continue, I'll keep out of the way.

We only have those and we'll be done.

All this goes to Yaron?

You must review this by tomorrow morning
and then everything goes to the incinerator.

Why so late in the evening?

Search me, must be urgent.
I'm sure somebody wants the office.

You know how things are.
They can't wait until the body is cold.

Who are you, again?

I lent him this six months ago,
and the son of a bitch forgot to return it.

Iris, do you still have that friend at
Military Intelligence?

PRISONERS OF WAR

Episode 2 - "Happy Birthday"

Mom, are you okay?

Do you want spinach and tomatoes
in your omelet?

- Okay.
- I want it without spinach.

So, what are your plans for today?

What are your plans?

I'm going jogging with Dafna.

Tell me, Mom, don't you think
we should talk about...

Are you okay?

- It's been a strange period, don't you think?
- What do you mean?

Everything is fine.

You don't have to worry in the least,
this is a matter between your father and I.

Today, I'll fix a special dinner.
No excuses.

I'm on my mobile.

- Bye.
- Have a good day.

"Everything is fine", sure...

I asked without spinach.

She chased him away,
that's why she is so happy.

It's what she wanted all along.

She didn't chase him away,
he left on his own accord.

Would you stick around this crazy woman?

Seriously, what do you think?

I don't know. He's not exactly
a model of stability.

Jafzav, she asphyxiated him.

The man comes back from 17 years of
captivity and she gets on his nerves.

She had a word for everything he said.

Se treated him like a baby.
She finished him off.

Where did you get that from?
Did he confide in you?

You can tell. He can't stand her
anymore.

There's nothing to be done.

- 17 years without fucking...
- Ahj, enough, Dana, you're speaking
ill of Mom.

17 years without a cock turned her
into a difficult woman.

Beware, the same thing will happen
to you if you don't start screwing soon.

Shut up!

Is it our fault?

He left us too.

- Hello, Yael.
- Hi.

I was in the neighborhood and...

I'm sure.

No. The truth is I came by because...

I like you a lot.

Come in.

- Going somewhere?
- No, no, I'm packing some old things of mine.

Maybe there's something I might want.

There isn't.

There isn't. Coffee?

OK.

- What, I'm not sufficiently attractive?
- You're very attractive, but...

that's not it.

You have a boyfriend.

No. I mean to say, I did, but it's over.

Do I have bad breath?

I don't know.

No.

It's that I don't know you at all.

What do you want to know?

Everything.

Where are you from?

How many brothers and sisters?
What do you do for a living?

Family.

I'm from a "moshav" from the north.
Jor.

That's the name of the place.

I have no brothers.

My father died when I was little.

My Mom is a little bit...

but she's okay most of the time.

I'm a security guard. Gatekeeper.

And all I wanted to propose was dinner,
not marriage.

What?

Nothing.

I always imagined how this would feel...

Living together.

Ah, what a book. How I loved it.

It's brilliant, did you read it?

And this one?

Romain Gary. How I cried.

I never did read anything.

They didn't give us any...
there were no books,

or movies or...

Sometimes there would be a hebrew
newspaper but like this, nothing.

What did you do all day?

We would imagine.

To pass the time, to keep our
sanity.

- We would fantasize.
- And what did you imagine?

Our life,

what it would be like if we hadn't
been abducted.

Do you remember the trip
we planned before...

Of course.
A month around the european capitals.

Then, I used to close my eyes
and imagine every moment of that trip.

I knew exactly how it would be.

How we would walk hand in hand
on a boulevard in Paris.

Which fabulous restaurant
we would eat in Barcelona.

I even invented us a fight in Rome.

Rome! I hate Rome.

Have you been?

Of course. That's where I found out
I was pregnant.

I was nauseous all the time.

And Yaki wanted us to go to the Forum
and the Pantheon and the Vatican, and I...

kept vomiting in the hotel from morning
till night. He felt so miserable.

It was a lousy trip.

Where else did you go?

With Yaki?

Uri, we'll have time to talk about it.

I've never been abroad.

No counting Libya and Syria,
but that was not planned.

This is our first morning together.

Don't worry. We'll do it all,
eventually.

Excellent. Go on. Who's next?

I also miss him.

Continue.

Peace be with you, brother.

And with you.

- What happened?
- Another truck was stopped at the border.

The sheik asked us to solve the problem.

Something else.

What?

He wants us to take Abdallah with us,
show him the ropes.

I'm coming.

Good.

Continue. I will
correct it later, alright?

Alright.

He also loved you very much.

What is it, Yussuf?
What's bothering you?

It's not good to keep quiet,
you need to talk. I'm here for you.

You can always talk to me.
You can.

But only with me.

I don't know who I am anymore.

You know who you are.

Only a man's deeds determines who he is,

nothing more.

This will not always be so.

In time, it will become easier.

I miss home.

This is your home.

Yassuf.

Let's go.

Hello, we have an appointment
with Dr. Lerner.

Are you the ones who called earlier?

Sign here. I'll take you to him.

And then?

- I don't understand what it is you...
- We are investigating

errors in the identification of a body.

That's very rare, the percentages
of such an occurrence are minimal.

In times of war, of course, there are
always time constraints and we...

But it's something that happens, is it not?
Sometimes?

Not to me.

It's happened in the past.

Sometimes there is not much left to
work with

and there's pressure to speed up
the burial.

There are some influencing factors

that force us to swim against
the stream, so to speak.

In Israel, the protocols regarding the
identification of a body differs from other
countries

it fluctuates between religious
considerations, the Central Rabbinate,

and our own institution.

But it's never happened to you

that there was misidentication?

This, of course, it's strictly
off the record.

Of course.

And for deliberate reasons?

I don't understand.

Say, for the sake of argument, somebody
wanted to fake the identity of a corpse.

Would that be a complicated procedure?

What would be the process?

Why would anybody want
to do such a thing?

An excellent question.
You tell me.

- I wouldn't...
- What is the likelihood a mistake
was made in the case of Amiel Ben-Horin?

I would imagine you had very
little to work with.

No?

Maybe that's what explains it.

There's nothing to explain. The
report was very thorough.

Of course.

Certainly, the body was not in
good condition

but there was enough there to arrive
at an irrefutable conclusion.

There was no mistake.

Maybe it wasn't a mistake.

Do you mind if I look at the report?
Only to get an idea?

Where did you say you're from?

Second door to the right.

He's lying. That much is clear.

His body language.

He's hiding something,
the question is why?

What?

Do you really think it is possible,
he's alive?

After all these years...

I almost wish, for your own sake,
it's not true.

Tell me, isn't this car a bit
too small for you?

It's fine.

We have to get our hands
in that autopsy report

or we have reached a dead end.

Not necessarily.

When did they return?

March 6th.

Here.

Amiel Ben-Horin.

An hour later, Ilan Feldman.

- He's the attending examiner, right?
- Yes

An between those two...
here it is.

Proverbs 24:6?
What the hell...

Why are you smiling?

"For by wise guidance you can wage your war."

What?

Mossad's motto. Proverbs 24:6.

- Atar Schurer.
- Yes.

Everything fits in a small unit,
you don't need anything larger.

Failing that, if you want more
we'll move you to a bigger one.

You have a key, we have the other.

Your things will be safe here.

Everything OK?

Thank you.

Good morning.

Peace be with you.

Hand grenades,

Kalashnikovs,

long-range scopes,

chargers,

night-vision goggles.

We know what's in the load.

Then you must know the United
Nations Resolution 1701

prohibits the exchange of weapons from Syria
into the hands of terrorists organizations.

It's the law. And I conduct myself
in accordance with the law.

On the other hand, I am very flexible
businessman.

Let's get this over with and go home.

Let's blow his head off, take the cargo
and be done with it.

- What did he say?
- He said he's satisfied with what he sees.

If that's the case, he's going to
enjoy a little surprise. Come.

This is not part of the cargo.

Israeli weapons.

Rifles "Tabor",

Mini Uzis,

Sniper rifles, rocket launchers, mortar
munitions.

As if the FDI was here.

Where did you get this?

Just tell me what you need.

I rather think you'd like that one.

What are you doing?
Lower you weapon.

Abdallah.

Lower your weapon.

- Now.
- I want to confirm everything's in order.

Pity we don't have...

a Jew here to help us.

I don't do business that way.

What's wrong, my friends?
A little sense of humor.

Ignore him, Claude.

We'll take everything.

Let's go, boys.
Load the boxes.

Abdallah.

What was that?

What was that show?

Fucking French.
We should cut his head off.

He would sell his own mother for money.

And what will we do the next time
they intercept our truck?

He's is a very valuable asset.
Do you understand that?

What were you scared of?

I had no intention of shooting him.

- I was playing a little game.
- Enough of that Jew talk.

Abdallah.

Be careful with me.

I'm practicing.

I don't want to forget it.
It's a beautiful language. So what?

We have to work together.

They must not know who I am.

I need to know if we are on the same side.

You took the words out of mouth, Amiel.

My name is Yussuf.

Maybe you managed to fool them,
but not to me.

You and I are the same.

We both know what it is like
to be in a cage all those years.

Being treated like an animal.

What it does to your soul.

What you do to survive,

what you tell them, which is
what they want to hear.

If there's someone who
understands, that's me,

Amiel.

You have to come and see the
bougainvillea in my garden.

All of a sudden, from nothing, it grew
to reach a gigantic size.

A lovely purple. Spreads on all the walls
of the house...

I asked you if you had talked
to Nimrod lately.

No. Not really.

It looks like it thrives in the humid air.

- Did you know it does the flowers good.
- Enough of the bloody flowers!

Dafna, everything is okay with Nimrod.

I understand you're worried,
but I'm okay.

You're always okay, with you
everything is perfect, right?

No. It's not perfect, it's just
I don't want to talk about it, am I allowed?

- You know, you're unbearable?
- What do you want from me?

Sometimes I'd like to slap you
so you come back to reality.

Nimrod left you weeks ago.

Every time I bring it up you change
the subject.

There's nothing to talk about.

He left!
Your husband left you,

the man you waited for all these years
does not want to stay with you.

So what?

Break down, then, cry, something. Show
you have a heart, that you're human.

You don't have to be so perfect,
so in control all the time.

- He's going through a phase...
- He's not going through any phase... he left you.

- Say it.
- Shut up, everybody is listening.

I want to hear you say it.

Enough, let's do another lap and
then we'll get some coffee. Let's go.

"A lap."

You're unbearable,
you and your "lap".

I can't be with you anymore.

Wow.

- Here you are.
- Great. How rich.

I'm going to treat myself today.

There's no smoking allowed in here.

I'm sorry. I...

Where can I smoke then...?

I'm not a smoker, but

- today I'm celebrating.
- Are you waiting for someone?

No.
Just me.

Efrati.

Where are you?

There you are.

Lali, who is it?

Soldiers.

No, no...

No!

So, are you ready?

Yes, let's go.

Did you eat?

Can't you just tell me?

No, if he is upstairs, then...

No... then, okay...
have a good evening...

Sorry.

There is no need. It's your family.

This is for you.

Sorry about this morning.

I made you feel as if it was
wrong for you to have a proper life.

While I...

In any case, this way we

can now plan together.

Wait.

What's this?

Years ago, I took out a Hungarian
passport.

I had completely forgotten.

Well, anyway,

it's empty. I never traveled with it.

It has no stamps, like yours.

We can start fresh. Together.

We have time.

1,500 pieces.

Perfect for people who have
a lot of time in their hands.

To your health, my friend.

Give us another.

You're gonna be the most
sought after bachelor in Israel.

Cheers.
Cheers.

And then the man went pale,

white..

White like my ass.

Was it so?

I love you.

The best friend I have.

- Now he came back from captivity.
- Enough, Aaron, enough.

What?

I was talking about Talia.

Look at him, one month with his wife
and he's ready to go back to the Syrians.

To freedom.

That's nice.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Cheers.

What?
Is there anything wrong?

Wrong?
I think I'm falling in love with you.

I'll help you.

You're so handsome.

- You want to hear a secret?
- Yes

I killed him.

Boom!

With my own hands.

But in the end, no.
He's still alive.

Who? Who?

In the end I didn't kill him.
Do you understand?

- What's this?
- What? Come here.

I'm sharing with you.
You said I was guarded.

- So I am telling you now.
- Be serious, wait...

One moment, you killed somebody?

Yes. Initially, yes.

I have to go.

But later... no.

See...

That's why I didn't want
to tell you at first.

Talia!

You don't understand, he's...

he's alive.

Hello, Talia.

I'm sure you're sleeping.

With everything that's been going
on lately...

I'm sure I am the last person
you want to hear from.

Be that as it may, today's
your birthday.

I wanted you to know
I didn't forget.

I feel guilty for...

I hope you know
this is not your fault.

What, no food?

No.

Where's Mom?

She promised she would make dinner.

Is she okay?

So?

Mom.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm sleeping.
Let me sleep.

But are you okay?
Are you feeling okay?

I'm sleeping.

Yes, hello.

This is Dr. Lerner speaking. I'm calling
from the Pathology Institute at Abu Kabir.

The people that came here...

you ask me to call you if anybody
ever asked

about Amiel Ben-Horin.

Did they tell you their names?

Thank you.

- Who was it?
- Nobody.

Start running.

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The "Sons of Jihad" organization.

What can you tell about it?

I don't deserve this.

Do you have any idea what I did
for you all these years?

Amiel is alive.

I already told you, I don't remember
anything about the past.

I was born twelve years ago.

Before that, I was nothing.

The photo was taken two weeks ago.

Intelligence believes Jamal
died a few months ago.

This is his heir.

Oh, what a mess.

It can't be him.

We know him.

I grant you the honor to waste
this scum.