This is the Arab station located…
You're throwing me to the Iranians?
The Ayatollahs? Why, Haj Ali?
I'm your most valuable card.
You know they don't give a damn about you, right?
Look what they've done to your country,
once called "Paris of the Middle East."
Instead of appointing a government, they've destroyed the state.
What a shame.
DAMASCUS-BEIRUT HIGHWAY
Your grandfather would be ashamed of how you've destroyed Lebanon.
You have nothing.
No infrastructures, no money, nothing but shit and war.
His whole life, my grandfather was a slave to the Sunni bastards
and was killed by Christian Phalanges,
so cut the "Paris of the Middle East" bullshit, Captain.
-Iran will save our country. -You think Iran will save you? Iran?
Iran…
Iran has turned Lebanon into a refugee state.
You could've been a thriving country like Israel.
You mean an occupying country that kills children.
Enough, Captain. Sit back and shut up, I've had enough.
IDs.
Alright, go ahead.
IDs.
Alright, go ahead.
IDs.
-What is this? -ID.
They're not in the car.
It's not him.
Thanks.
Sorry for the delay. Go ahead.
Officer, what unit are you from?
And who had you set up this barricade?
Everything's fine, go on.
I asked, what unit are you from?
Sorry, sir, I don't know what's with her.
She must be tired, standing for so long.
We're from the Beirut Police, Unit 33.
We were ordered to check every vehicle passing here.
Looking for what, exactly?
Two Israeli infiltrators.
All that we were told was
to inform HQ if we suspect anything.
Unit 33, you said?
Don't move.
Give me the phone.
There's no signal here,
but I don't know of any order to barricade this spot.
I know your commander.
Nobody moves until he arrives, is that clear?
You won't get away with this, you bastards!
Shut up!
Let me go!
Keep walking.
Where's Ayub?
Where's Ayub, you son of a bitch?
Where's Ayub?
You think I'm a traitor? You'll get nothing out of me.
And you'll never see your captain again.
Where's Ayub?
You're all gonna die here, you have my word.
They'll slaughter you one by one.
Come here.
You filthy traitor! You son of a bitch!
It's in your blood, you're all traitors!
-You're just like your father! -Enough! We've had enough of you!
It won't work, he'll never talk.
Of course I won't, I'm not like you.
I'd rather die a martyr!
So what do you suggest?
Bomb his mother's home in Maroun al-Ras,
where his wife and kids are hiding.
You bastard! You traitor!
You son of a bitch traitor!
SYRIAN-LEBANESE BORDER CROSSING
Come.
Good evening. Hello, guys.
How's it going?
Fine.
-One sec. Hello? -We'll be there shortly.
We're here, waiting for you.
Gabi, someday you'll realize
that you'd do the same if you were in my shoes.
Tell yourself all the stories you want, Sheikh.
We're not like you.
Of course, you're the most moral army in the world.
Listen to me, Captain Ayub,
I interrogated Dirani after his release from Israeli captivity.
We brought in doctors, psychiatrists, but nothing helped.
I don't need to tell you how you people treated him.
You stopped at nothing.
You beat him up, tortured him, and why?
To get intel about Ron Arad
who'd been out of our hands for six years.
You knew that, and yet
you humiliated him.
Mister, my friends will ultimately kill you.
You know that, right?
Just like we hunted down Imad Mughniyeh,
al-Musawi and all the other shitheads.
Enough, Captain. Shut up! Shut up and relax.
Remember what I'm telling you. Any minute could be your final one.
When you go to sleep with your pretty wife Zeinab
or with your mistress.
Every day could be your last.
You know why I'm called Ayub? Huh?
Because I'm the curse of anyone who looks at my handsome face.
Tomorrow, when we hand you over to my Iranian friends,
you'll miss me, Captain.
Get ready. Soon, okay?
Don't worry, Amira.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
-How are you folks doing? -Praise God.
Is that the Jew?
Come.
What's going on?! Guys, open up!
You jackasses! Open up! Hurry!
Hurry up!
-The gate isn't working! -Stop!
-Colonel, what's the matter? -It's nothing, just a technical glitch.
Haj Ali, it's okay. God is with--
Well, pal, you have no idea how I've waited for this moment.
Omar, Omar!
Omar!
No!
Omar!
Omar…
SHIN BET (GSS) FACILITY
JENIN, PALESTINIAN AUTHORITY
-I was so worried about you. -My love.
I knew nothing about you for three days, not even where you are.
I thought I'd lost you.
I'm sorry, my love. We had to hide.
I couldn't call or do anything.
How's Kareem doing?
He misses you very much.
He asks about you and wants to see you.
Did the bastards take everything?
No, not everything.
But they caused a lot of damage here and in Lebanon.
What happened?
What?
They entered north Lebanon, killed ten of our men and…
took the Israeli hostage.
They possibly took Omar as well.
May God keep him safe.
But Omar struck them like they'll never forget.
You and Omar, you both struck them hard.
My love, Adel, talk to me.
Shara.
I'm here for you.
I can't do it. I can't take it anymore, I'm done.
The army is coming and I'm not sure I have the strength to fight them.
My love, listen to me.
You've wanted this change all your life.
You wanted the nation to wake up and fight,
and it's happening thanks to you.
You've woken them up from their sleep, you and Omar.
Stand up to them, be strong.
You hear?
You're the hero of Palestine,
and everyone will see you as the hero of Palestine.
No, it's no problem. Sure, Mom, of course I'm coming.
How are you, Mom? Have you eaten? Are you drinking enough water?
Me neither, I have no appetite.
Okay, Mom, see you later. Love you. Bye.
Subtitle translation by: Hagit Harel