SILWAD VILLAGE NORTH OF RAMALLAH
Um Taufiq, I'm sorry to bother you
so shortly after Bashir's death, may he rest in peace,
but Amal has left me no choice.
Um Taufiq, I'm asking of you.
Shame on you all.
I've had enough
of you murderous criminals.
Please, I came here to ask just one small question.
Who are these guys sitting next to Amal?
We don't know them.
We've never seen them before.
Sorry, that was my son.
Um Taufiq, who are these guys?
Alright. You know what?
I dreamed that Abu Ahmad was alive,
sitting inside my interrogation room,
and I was glad he's alive.
Because if he's alive when everyone thinks he's dead,
we can do as we please with him.
We can interrogate him any way we like,
keep him there as long as we like.
And the things we did to him in my dream...
May God have mercy on him.
Even I had to look away from time to time.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
And when I fell back asleep, I had another dream.
This time, Abu Ahmad was in my living room.
He came to tell me that he'd decided to quit the resistance,
that he'd done enough
and that others are continuing in his path.
He's got a secured spot in heaven.
I got up, kissed him on the head,
and promised him we'd arrange for him to start fresh
wherever he chooses,
America, Sydney, Berlin.
I believe you and Abu Ahmad met in Berlin, didn't you?
You'd leave together
with your two sweet little children, may God keep them safe.
They deserve to live with their father,
who would come home every day.
And you'd be able to live with your husband, without any fear.
I'll arrange a meeting between you and Defense Minister Gideon Avital,
who will personally see to it that nothing happens--
Abu Ahmad is dead,
just like Bashir and Amal!
A thousand Defense Ministers can't fix that!
Um Taufiq, you don't need a thousand Defense Ministers,
you need to answer me!
Who are the guys in the photo?
Maybe you know them both, or just one of them.
Listen to me. Save your time and ours.
Even if we do know them, we'll never tell you and you know that.
Please, I was raised never to kick people out of my house,
but know this:
The minute you leave this house,
God will punish you for what you're doing to us.
May God help you all.
Five casualties, so far.
-Five dead, so far. -Five?
I thought I was clear:
Amal was to leave the bag there and get out, right?
She had only three minutes to get out. Perhaps she was held up--
What good does it do me...?
Drink up.
Sit down.
God, forgive me for I have sinned.
Listen, Walid.
-Arrange a safe house for me. -Why?
-I want to see Nassrin. -But it's too risky.
Captain Ayub himself came to see her today. They know you're alive.
Did you hear what I said? I want to see Nassrin.
Alright.
You're bleeding.
It's nothing. One of the stitches opened up.
-You need a doctor. -I need to see Nassrin.
I'll get a doctor. If he says it's okay, then you can leave.
Alright.
One more thing.
-Get me a bottle of Poison. -What's Poison?
Her perfume.
-Hello? -Shirin?
-Who's this? -Amir.
Oh, Amir.
I told you I'd call.
You did.
Where did I catch you?
In... in the tub.
Really?
-I called to ask you-- -Amir, wait.
You're a really nice guy,
but we can't see each other.
-Why not? -I don't date my patients.
You're breaking my heart, Doc.
If I come over, will you fix it?
I'm not a heart specialist,
but I could give you the number of an excellent cardiologist.
-Is she as pretty as you are? -She's 65 years old.
So it's a 'no'.
What was that? You have kids?
I wish. That was my nephew.
Spending time with him is the best part of the week.
Do you really think I'll change my mind
because you're good with kids?
I do, actually.
Well, alright.
Although I'm sure I'll regret it later.
You won't. Tomorrow at 17:00.
Cafe au Lait in Ramallah. You know the place?
Of course.
Then it's a date.
It's been a while since I saw you like this.
Mother...
Ever since Naji died.
Hold on.
Hello?
Hello, Shirin.
Hello, cousin. How are you?
I'm fine.
I wanted to thank you for all your help.
We'll never forget how you've helped us.
I did it with all my heart.
But we--
I need your help again.
What is it?
I can't say it over the phone.
-But we must talk now. -I can't.
-Have you spoken to Abu Sharif? -No, I wanted to talk to you first.
Well, talk to him, I have a very important meeting.
Shirin, what could be more important than this?
Walid, I helped you because you're family
and because I respect the patients,
but I don't work for you.
I didn't mean it that way.
I know you didn't, but that's what it sounded like.
Talk to Dr. Abu Sharif. I'm sorry.
I'll have an espresso and soda water, please. Thanks.
Did I keep you waiting?
No, just a few minutes.
What would you like to drink?
-To drink? I'm starving. -Excellent.
Menu, please.
-You don't do this often, do you? -What?
Go on dates.
No, it's been a while.
-Can you tell? -Yep.
Does it show on me too?
You?
The first time I saw you, at the hospital,
you were pretty.
When I saw you outside the swimming pool,
you were even prettier.
And now... May God help me, you're so beautiful.
You're the nicest patient with an open-back robe I've ever had.
Thanks.
How are you? Haven't seen you in a while.
I'm fine.
-What are today's specials? -I'll get the menu.
Kudos on the French, Shirin.
-Where did you learn French? -In Paris.
I've lived there longer than I have here.
Why'd you come back?
My husband died.
My God have mercy on his soul.
Thanks.
I wanted to be near my mother,
then one thing led to another
and now I'm here.
Answer it.
Sorry, it's my sister's husband.
Hello?
What do you mean?
Are you sure?
Give me five minutes.
I'm on my way.
My sister Nur's rooftop is flooded.
I have to go help her get stuff out of the house.
A flooded roof in the summer?
It really is odd.
Perhaps the water heater exploded, he didn't explain.
-Are you serious? -I'll make it up to you.
My darling.
Don't cry.
Bashir is dead, Abu Ahmad.
-And Amal... -May God have mercy on them.
How are the children? How's my mother?
The children are fine, thank God.
But this whole situation is tough on them.
And how are you?
I want you beside me.
I've missed you.
I can't live without you.
Taufiq, how much longer will we live this way?
Until we win.
You promised me.
I can't go on like this. I've had it.
We need to live together as a family.
Our children deserve a good life, outside of this hell.
There there, my love.
Be patient.
Here's a birthday present for you.
Poison.
Poison?
-I've stopped wearing it ages ago. -Really?
You'd wear it all the time when we met.
Poor Walid looked all over Ramallah for it.
It's alright.
I'll wear it on my date next Friday.
You have a date?
I'll show you 'date'!
The doctor is here.
The doctor needs to see you.
Not like that.
-Peace be upon you. -Hello, my friend.
Are you from Jerusalem?
Why, did you think I'm from Jenin?
No, but this is part of Beitunia.
-Is it? -Yes.
You got connections in the electric company?
No, but my uncle Nidal, Abu Amar, works in Jerusalem. Know him?
Sure. Sure I do. Nidal is your uncle?
-Yes, he is. -You don't say.
They found us! Let's go!
Get in!
Go ahead!
Where is he?
Don't move.
Don't move!
-Where is he? -I don't know.
-Liar! Where is he hiding? -I told you, I don't know.
-Where is he? -I don't know.
-Where is he? -I swear I don't know.
-Talk! -Enough!
Talk!
-Where is he? -Enough!
Listen carefully, Dr. Abu Sharif,
don't act surprised!
We know where you're from, what you've done,
and where your entire family lives.
If you cherish your family, talk, or we pay them a visit tonight!
I didn't see him, I got here right before you. He wasn't here yet.
Enough, they're on to us.
Come on.
This episode is dedicated to Iris Azulai of blessed memory