MOSSAD SAFE HOUSE, NORTH LEBANON
Nimer?
-Yes, I'm Nimer. -Nice to meet you.
Your rooms are ready.
Come on out.
-What's the latest news? -They've blocked the main roads,
but it'll take them hours to cover more areas.
-Do people come by here? -No, it's closed till next season.
Don't worry, you're safe here.
-For now. -Let's go.
Nimer, I need a secured phone.
I'm glad we've met. I've heard a lot about you.
Are you kidding me? What's the matter with you?!
Aisha.
Aisha, we'll be okay, I promise.
How could you do this to him?
Omar loves you,
he always talked about you,
said you're his dearest family member.
That Jew lied to me.
They fooled me, said that Omar needs my help, so I came.
I swear, I'd never do anything to hurt him.
But you did,
you've ruined our lives and now they'll kill him!
No.
I know them.
They just want the Jew who was abducted.
Once he's found, they'll let you go.
They'll never let him go.
He'll die, I know that.
Nimer,
come here, buddy. Sit down.
Listen, I need a car. It's urgent.
Look, I don't know if you realize it,
but you're wanted throughout the sector.
They have your photos and descriptions.
All Lebanese forces are after you guys.
-So forget the car. -I'll be back in an hour.
You'll be caught, especially with a car.
We were ordered to keep you here safely.
You'll be staying here until your friends arrive.
Okay, my good man?
Listen, I need to get to the Saifi neighborhood. Any idea how?
BEIRUT, SAIFI NEIGHBORHOOD
God bless you. Thank you.
How are you, my good man? Can you hear me well?
Excellent. What do you see?
The Saifi neighborhood is beautiful,
with beautiful houses and people.
-You gotta live here. -Do you see the house?
Of course, what a silly question.
Right near the cafe, in great condition.
With guards, cameras, just perfect.
I'm sure someone famous lives there.
Listen, this is great.
Can you approach the house? Are the guards armed?
Any information will help.
Alright, I'll see what I can do.
I came as close as I could. I think the guards are armed.
Can you peek inside the compound?
I can't see anything.
I have to hang up. We'll talk.
-Peace be upon you. -Can I help you?
Yes, actually. I'm Nimer, a real-estate agent.
I'm property hunting.
Show me your ID.
No problem.
Here you go.
We're based in the south, but we'd like to expand
if there's anything in your area and you can help us.
There's nothing for you here.
I'm about to head back.
A little more, buddy. I need something more substantial.
Look, they're starting to suspect me, it's too risky. I must leave right now.
Stay there a bit longer, buddy.
-Alright. -Thank you, my friend.
Breathe.
Again.
What's going on? Huh?
What are these clothes for?
Don't tell me I'm moving again. I finally got used to this "suite."
Unfortunately, you're still on the go, Captain.
Doctor, how is he?
He's fine, getting stronger. He can travel.
-You'll give us meds for the road, yes? -Of course.
-Meds, inhalers, adrenaline, the works. -Enough, I beg you, Haj.
Don't move me again. Let me rest.
We have no choice, pal. Your friends are after us
and that puts us at risk.
We're taking you to a safe place.
I gave you everything, what more do you want?
Don't be scared. They treat their prisoners very well over there,
especially those who cooperate.
I beg of you, in the name of Allah, let me stay here.
I'll do anything you ask, just don't send me there.
Have mercy, Haj, for God's sake.
For God's sake, let me stay here.
-Let me stay here, for God's sake! -Calm down and be quiet!
Prepare him for transport.
When we were kids, in Jenin, we'd eat awameh at the marketplace.
Omar loved awameh.
All the candy vendors knew him and gave him sweets behind Mom's back.
Fleeing to Israel got him really down.
He was always sad, didn't understand why we couldn't return home.
To cheer him up, Mom would take him to the marketplace in Ramla,
but he didn't like the awameh there. Said it was too sweet.
God willing, it'll work out.
Is there anything you need?
Can I speak with him?
Come.
They sent you to speak with me?
To interrogate me?
No.
I asked to see you.
Why?
Haven't you done enough damage?
How could you believe them?
You of all people.
"How?" This isn't the first time, Omar. You've always come to me
after you got beaten up, owed money or got arrested.
It's different. I was a kid back then.
Didn't you realize they'd do anything to find me?
Didn't you? Don't you see how they're using you?
How could you, a decorated police officer, get so duped?
Enough! Shut up!
I thought your life was in danger. They sent me fake videos of you,
they knew how to push my buttons.
How did you know I'd been decorated?
I read an article.
Adel sent it to me.
How did it make you feel?
How did it make me feel?
Ashamed.
Moron.
Honey.
Don't call me that.
You didn't lie to them, did you? Is Gabi alive?
You think I'd lie to them?
Put Aisha or you in danger?
Now you don't believe me either. You really think that?
I believe you, and I hope they find him,
because if they do, you'll get credit for it.
You'd still have to stand trial in Israel and you'll be in prison.
That's out of our hands, but we'll make sure you get visits,
that you can at least see Mom, Muhammad and Rana.
Mom really misses you, Omar.
She hasn't been able to sleep since this ordeal began.
If she knew she could see you, even for a minute,
hug you and kiss you…
My honey, I've ruined everything.
I've ruined everything.
I'm here now. Everything will be okay.
-The cars are on the way. -Thanks, buddy.
Doron, I need a favor.
I want to see Aisha.
Come.
Don't cry. Don't cry, my love.
God willing, it'll be alright.
You keep lying to me.
You promised we'd be together, have a baby and a house.
You promised.
Let's go.
Don't worry.
Let's go.
Hold on.
Subtitle translation by: Hagit Harel