Bashar!
Dad.
What are you doing here?
You'll get us all in trouble!
-That's mine! -Hayfa, stand back.
Be quiet and let them do their job.
-Enough, Hayfa! -Um Bashar, let's go.
Where's the key?
I apologize.
Um Bashar, I'm sorry we dragged you down here.
-I promise this won't take long. -I have one son and you killed him.
He's not dead and he won't die, I promise.
-But if you know something-- -Shut up and listen to me for once!
My husband was in prison for 20 years. 20 years!
When he was released, he put the hatred and violence behind him.
My son is a good kid, always kept away from trouble. And where are they now?
Why? Why?
Bashar loved you, thought you were his friend.
Why did you lie to him?! What for?!
I beg of you, I don't know who you really are,
but please don't let them kill him. Please!
We'll do everything we can, but you must help us.
Last night Jihad spoke with Nasser and then left.
I asked him: "Where to?"
But he said nothing, didn't even look me in the eye.
HEBRON
"Indeed, We have sent you with the truth as a bearer of good news and as a warner.
You shall not be called upon to answer for the companions of the flaming fire.
Never will the Jews or the Christians be satisfied with thee
unless thou follow their form of religion."
Almighty God was right.
-May God have mercy on him. -Thank you.
-May you never know sorrow. -Bless you.
-Sit down. -Thank you.
Abu Jihad, get him some water, please.
Abu Fauzi, I swear to God, I treated your brother with respect.
If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have even bothered talking to him.
I know, Abu Mohammed.
-My brother and I realize that. -I spoke to him as brother to brother.
Father to father.
-I know. -But he doesn't want to listen.
No, on the contrary.
My brother and I understand the situation, but things have gotten out of hand.
Listen, Abu Fauzi, Bashar is just a kid, he's not responsible for his decisions.
You're right.
-But listen-- -He can't escape his due punishment.
He can't hide.
Is that clear?
-Yes. -Good.
Perfectly clear, Abu Mohammed.
He cost me my son Fauzi.
-You think I can put it past me? -Hush...
Abu Fauzi, you understand me, right?
Bring me the boy so we can end this.
Sure thing, Abu Mohammed.
Safaa. Safaa!
-Who are you? -Bashar's friend. Know where he is?
-No, we're not in touch. -I know he was here last night.
He was, but I'd been warned not to talk to him.
Did you know he planned to carry out an attack when he left?
Luckily, nobody got hurt. You must help me find him before the IDF does
or Hamas. They're after him as well.
-Did he call you today? -Go away!
Help me out here. I'm trying to save him.
He'd rather die than get help from you.
Where are we?
We're safe here.
Dad...
I'm so sorry about all this.
I didn't know what else to do.
Nobody believed me.
Not even you.
So you figured the answer is to kill Jews and have them kill you?
What good would that do?
It would just finish us.
You'd have done the same.
Admit it.
In fact, that's what you did.
I didn't let the Shin Bet into our home.
He coached me, Dad, don't you get it? He coached me.
I had nobody else but him!
Were you there?
-No, you weren't. -He coached you?
It's all lies, son. That bastard used you.
Dad.
You told Uncle Nasser that we were here?!
Why'd you let him come here?!
-He'll kill me in revenge for Fauzi! -Relax, Bashar, he's your uncle!
-How are you? -All right.
-How are you two holding up? -We're okay.
Bashar is over there.
I'll carry out the attack.
-Let's talk in privacy. -Come here.
We have no choice but to kill the Jew.
No, brother. I can't, I don't want to, Nasser.
Listen, my son is dead, I have nothing to lose.
-All right. -All right.
Here, you keep this.
Stay safe, you and Bashar.
Don't worry, brother. I'll keep in touch.
Bashar!
-Leave me alone! -They'll see us!
-Are you nuts?! -What are you two up to? Don't lie!
Why are you acting like a child?!
Come with me.
Come with me!
Easy now, don't rush.
My God, I can't believe I'm standing up.
How do you know Arabic?
My dad is from Lebanon
and my mom is from Egypt. They met halfway.
-Where are you from? -Ras al-Amud.
-Really? What family? -The Abed Rabu family.
-You know them? -Of course. Abed Rabu is a big family.
-You've got relatives in Jordan, right? -How do you know all that?
I work at the municipality, I know everybody.
At the municipality? I was told you'd been shot.
Who shoots a municipal worker?
If you need anything from the Ministry of Interior or from Social Security,
-I've got connections. -Thanks, Gabi.
-Enough. -No, just a little more.
-Enough, buddy. -A little more.
Damn you...
BASHAR
Where are you? Why'd you enter the settlement? Are you nuts?
Because of you, you bastard! What choice did I have?!
-Listen, Bashar, tell me where you are. -You listen.
Hani Al Jabari is here in the West Bank. My dad and uncle
-want to send me to him. -We won't let them do that, Bashar.
My dad and uncle met and set it up.
My dad says it's for making peace, but I'm sure Hani will kill me.
-Where are you meeting? -In Al-Aroub.
-His men will pick me up there. -Where exactly?
Doron, promise me you won't hurt my dad.
I promise. Where in Al Aroub?
On Al-Amin Street.
Tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock.
We'll be there. Nobody will hurt you, you have my word.
Come alone, okay? Don't send soldiers.
Doron, if there's any shooting, they'll kill me.
Bashar, buddy, don't worry, we'll get you outta this.
Bashar?
-Bashar, did you hear me? -Yes.
My battery's dying, I've gotta hang up.
Everything okay, Bashar?
Everything's fine.
I'm sorry we've come to this.
So am I.
We have no other choice, you know.
It's the only way for you to end this ordeal and be off the hook.
I know.
May God be with you, brother.
AL-AROUB REFUGEE CAMP NORTH OF HEBRON
I'm ready.
Ready.
I see him.
He's moving away.
-Nasser, where's Bashar? -Damn it!
Nasser, where's Bashar?
You've let Bashar down. I'm here to end this.
Hey, hey, Nasser, easy now.
Explosive belt! Explosive belt!
-Everything's okay. -Get them outta here!
-Listen to me-- -Get them outta here!
Listen, listen, look at me.
I'm your friend, you know I am.
You're not my friend, you killed my son.
I'm sorry.
Sorry?
Too late... "Abu Fadi."
What is it?
-We can't stay here, son. -Why not?
-Get up, son, let's go. -Dad, what is it?
Where to, Dad? What is it?
Your Uncle Nasser...
Abu Fadi is still alive.
They'll look for us here.
Let's go, son.
Dad, where to?
-Drive to Hebron. -Why Hebron?
Did you and Uncle Nasser decide what we do next?
It doesn't matter now. I know some people in Hebron.
But Nasser failed. If we return to Hebron, Hani will look for us there.
-Dad, I'm asking, is there a plan? -Enough, Bashar! Enough!
Pull over, I want to stop and think.
Dad, Dad.
Dad.
Subtitle translation by Hagit Harel