Walid, what's going on?
What's going on?
Drive!
What happened?
Catastrophe.
-What about Abir? -I think she was wounded.
-Is she alive? -I don't know, I'm not sure.
You were there, didn't you see?
I saw her lying on the ground, I don't know if she was alive.
What about the Sheikh?
He died a Shahid.
May God have mercy on him.
Let me think.
To think? Now you want to think?!
You should've done that before ordering me to blow him to bits!
Do you know who you're talking to?!
Yes, I know full well who I'm talking to.
The only thing that matters to you is revenge. Your decisions stink!
Walid!
Have you forgotten that I raised you with my own two hands?
The Sheikh is dead because of you and God knows what's with Abir.
If it weren't for your fucking cousin, this wouldn't have happened!
Don't you talk about her like that!
Think about it!
How did the Jews know he was booby-trapped?
It's easy for you to pin it all on her, huh?
Who else then? You? How did they know?
She'd never tell anyone.
Stop whining like a baby!
You're either a fighter or a child.
Bring her here.
You're making a big mistake.
She's my daughter.
What will people think of you if you let her
get treated in an Israeli hospital?
My daughter is there. Who cares what people will think of me?
You know what they'll call you?
A traitor.
That you collaborated with Israel to get treatment for your daughter.
Have you forgotten Ali Karmi?
Ali did it for his daughter's sake, and I think he's a hero.
I think he knew the price he would pay.
Our family never collaborated with the Israelis,
and you're a member of this family.
Have your daughter treated in a Palestinian hospital.
Enough. I'm taking the kids and getting out of this town.
Watch Ahmad for me.
Tell him that I went to get Abir and that I'm coming back for him.
-What is it, dear? -A call for Nassrin.
Thanks.
-Hello? -Hi, Mother.
Hello, my dear son.
How's Abir?
Is she alive?
Yes, my son. Abir is alive,
but her eye was wounded.
Praise God.
Is Nassrin there? Put her on.
Nassrin is here, but...
She can't come to the phone.
What do you mean? Let me talk to her.
Talk to him. Talk to him.
Hold on. She's too upset to talk now. Stay on the line.
Don't hang it up, stay here.
Talk to him, I tell you.
He's your husband, the father of your children.
You and the children mean the world to him.
You're the air that Abu Ahmad breathes.
You're talking to me about the children?
Do you even hear yourself?
You think we're in favor of this war? That we want it?
-You're not the only one suffering here. -Enough!
Stop using my anguish as an excuse for your son's doing.
Whether you like it or not, people think of you as the Panther's widow.
I really wish I were the Panther's widow.
My dear son, my love,
Nassrin...
...went to visit Abir at the Israeli hospital.
Do you need any help?
Come, I'll help you.
Please, my daughter is in the hospital.
Sorry, it's an emergency, my daughter is in the hospital.
Go ahead.
-May I? -Sure.
Sunglasses off.
Come on.
Strip.
-My daughter is in the-- -Shut up.
Come on, shoes off.
Come on, strip, faster.
My daughter is alone in the hospital. She's eight.
Faster.
Strip.
The Hijab.
Bow your head.
-Sorry about her degrading behavior. -It's alright.
I'll wait outside while you get dressed. I'll drive you there.
It's hot like hell, damn it.
I really apologize for her behavior.
There was no reason for that.
I don't care about that. Where is Abir?
Do you know where she is?
She's in Hadassah Medical Center.
She was wounded in her eye, she needs surgery.
How bad is it? Can she see?
How is she?
We'll know only after the surgery.
I want to transfer her here, to Ramallah, for her surgery.
Wait. First speak with the doctor, then decide.
I already made my decision. I want to transfer her to Ramallah, please.
God have mercy on his soul.
Nassrin, Prof. Shalit is the doctor who's treating Abir.
Don't worry. Prof. Shalit is Israel's number one expert in eye injuries
and one of the best in the world.
And you don't have Prof. Shalit.
Want some water?
Do you?
Listen.
To me, the best time of the year is
when I take my five kids to the desert.
No phones, no emails, nothing.
We sleep out there and go for hikes.
One time, in the middle of a hike,
my youngest son Nadav was bitten by a viper.
I panicked,
and made every possible mistake
trying to do things I'd seen in movies, on TV.
We made it to the hospital in the nick of time.
The kid was more dead than alive.
But the best possible doctor was on duty just then,
and he saved the boy.
It was an Arab doctor.
I found you the best doctor we've got.
I want to see her now.
-Mommy. -Yes, my daughter?
Are you staying here with me?
Of course I am. I'm not leaving your side.
What will they do to me?
Just a small operation.
You'll be asleep, so you won't feel a thing.
Don't be scared. I got you the best doctor in the world.
-I'm not scared. -I know. You're so brave.
Are we in Israel, Mommy?
Yes, my daughter.
The doctor said he'll take care of my eye,
and he gave me some candy.
They're all Jews here, right, Mommy?
I think you're tired and you should rest, right?
-Get some sleep. -Okay.
Close your eyes.
Go to sleep, my little child
Let's fall asleep on the carpet
Sleep in the darkness
Until the cloud shall pass
Obscuring all the neighbors
Peace be upon you. What happened to you?
Come with me, let's go to the mosque.
Thank you.
In the name of the all merciful Allah,
I hereby purify myself for prayer. God is the greatest.
TO MICKEY MORENO WITH ALL OUR APPRECIATION