Stop, stop!
Bashar, my son...
where did they take her?
Are you the one who brought the Israelis here?
Listen to me, my son, listen to me.
Are you the one who brought the Zionists here or not?
You've gotta understand me, they had my daughter.
I swear to God I had no choice.
I had no...
Bashar.
Bashar... Bashar!
May God have mercy on your father.
I'm sure he never imagined he'd be buried in Gaza.
You were always in his thoughts.
He'd always think about his family and about the prisoners.
Come, my son. We must begin, come.
I want you to come live with us. Tomorrow, if you wish,
you can join the Resistance, the commandos.
I'm sure they'd gladly accept you,
but now you must rest and think about yourself.
Think about what your father would have wanted.
Come, my dear boy.
GABI
-Praise God! -God is great!
JIHAD HAMDAN
AVIHAI BEN-HAIM OF BLESSED MEMORY
Dozens of Resistance members who died Shahids
in the battle against the Zionist enemy's forces in Khan Yunis and Rafah
were laid to rest today.
Hundreds of thousands participated in the funerals for our heroic Shahids,
some of whom were members of Hamas,
the al-Aqsa Martyrs' Brigades, and the Abu Ammar Brigade in Rafah.
The enemy's televised news featured an interview with the young Israeli girl
who was released during the atrocious mission
carried out by the enemy's secret forces within the Gaza Strip.
Let's watch.
Hello, Hayfa. How are you?
What do you want from me?
You know.
I already told you, it's not gonna happen. Dream on.
But why? Why, Hayfa?
Your mother is in prison.
Is that any place for a lady like her?
Sharing a cell with six other women. Is that a life?
You are Satan.
She could be sent home today.
One word from me, and she'll be home by noon.
Enough. Why are you people doing this to us?
Have you no mercy?
How cruel and despicable can you be?!
As much as we need to be.
Yesterday, I buried a fighter of mine who was killed by your brother Bashar.
And I promise you, Hayfa, I won't rest until Bashar is in my hands.
Hayfa, allow me to describe a scenario to you.
You and your mom wake up in the morning.
You prepare maqluba or mulukhiyah together
and drive to the checkpoint.
You have approval to enter Israel. From there you drive to Nafkha prison.
You enter the prison's courtyard
and see Bashar waiting for you.
You hug and kiss him,
then you all sit down to eat and share laughs together.
All you need to do is have a talk with him,
have him reach the border and ask to talk with Captain Ayub.
That's all.
You can ask that a thousand times, break my heart a million times,
I still won't help you!
Have you thought about my offer?
Your father would've advised you to listen to me.
My dear Bashar, I fear for you.
I understand, Sheikh, I really do.
-I've thought about your offer, but-- -No, you haven't.
You want revenge, you want blood.
Bashar, I can see it in your eyes.
Yes, that is what I want.
And I know how to get it.
You know, sir,
Abu Fadi once told me I'm a knockout boxer.
A knockout is the winning punch, Sheikh,
one the opponent can't recover from.
He'd say to me: "Keep taking punches
until you wear down your opponent, then finish him with one punch.
A knockout."
Honored Sheikh,
I want your blessing.
How's it going, Fahed? How's the family?
Fine, thank God. How are you? How's the leg?
Oh... my leg is fine,
but, you know, it hurts up here.
Where? Your heart? Have you told the doctor?
It's fine. Life is just hard.
I'm tired, Fahed. So tired.
Exhaustion destroys the body and worry kills the soul.
In my case, I've got both.
Easy now.
How's your dad? Still awaiting approval to travel to Jordan?
-No, he already got it. -Is that so?
Does this hurt?
He's applied for years, but waited.
Does this hurt?
Suddenly last week he gets a call, the approval is ready.
Amazing. The wonders of bureaucracy, huh?
Wish him safe travels.
I'm sure he'll be glad to see his grandkids.
You bet.
Okay, let's roll.
It'll be okay. It'll be okay.
We got you two of our best men.
-Peace be upon you. -Upon you be peace.
Peace be upon you.
In God we trust.
Subtitle translation by Hagit Harel