Fauda (2015) s01e02 Episode Script

Five minutes in the air, eye
contact with the terrorist.
What happened? Is this your only injury?
The bastard fucked up my leg.
Can you breathe?
That son of a bitch fucked up my career.
- Everything's okay.
- No it's not, Moreno.
- He needs to be rushed to the O.R.
- Get a stretcher!
I'm fine.
He needs to be evacuated right now.
I'm fine. Moreno, give me some gum.
- What's up?
- Everything's fine.
- Where was he hit?
- Right there.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
- Where did it hit?
- Same place as last time.
Moreno, we need to go back right now.
Go to the hospital and then go home.
What?!
You've done your duty, Doron. Go home.
For fuck's sake!
Were you guys shot?
You're coming with me.
Steve, return the vehicle
to the unit. Let's go.
ARABIC Will he be okay?
We'll only know when we operate on him.
What are you doing? He needs
to be rushed to the O.R.
Do it here. He mustn't leave this room.
Does this look like an O.R. to you?
You're risking his life.
It's the Panther. He'll live.
It's stronger than me, Gali.
May God keep me
from the evil Satan,
in the name of the
all merciful Allah
My dear son, my heart
is broken over you.
Say hello to your father, my son.
- My condolences.
- Thank you.
They broke my heart
What are you doing? He
won't be able to breathe.
We need to take him.
Come back in about an hour.
Whatever you need, just tell us. Okay?
Don't take him, leave my son with me
SAINT BERNARD
SAINT BERNARD
- I was worried about you.
- What's there to worry about?
I don't know, you tell me.
The most dangerous
thing in my life is you.
Listen, we bet 50 shekels
that you'd take off your shirt.
Cool it, bro.
Up yours, faggot. What're
you gonna do about it?
Huh, fucker?
Boaz, cut it out!
Boaz, that's enough.
Moron!
Hold on, bro. You'll need
this stamp to get back inside.
RAFIDIA HOSPITAL NABLUS
The bullet went in and out. He
was lucky. No bones were broken.
The problem is, he lost a lot of blood.
- He needs more surgeries, right?
- Not necessarily.
Good. Because we need to get
him out of hospital today.
You don't understand. If
he leaves today, he dies.
He needs antibiotics,
a blood transfusion
Not to mention rehabilitation.
If he doesn't leave here soon,
there won't be anyone to rehabilitate.
If he leaves hospital at this state,
you've done their work for them.
Okay, so stay with him and
take care of him, but not here.
- We'll arrange everything.
- He needs to be hospitalized
for at least another week.
Excuse me, I need to see some patients.
Pretty.
Real pretty.
- What is it?
- It's the Kabbalah symbol of life.
Kabbalah is your thing, ah?
- What are you doing tomorrow?
- Staying put.
How about we travel to Berlin tomorrow?
Sounds awesome, but I can't.
- Why not?
- I've got work to do.
- Call in sick.
- It doesn't work that way.
What do you mean?
Where do you work?
At the Ministry of Defense.
What do you do at the
Ministry of Defense?
You're not getting your
chain back till you tell me.
- No?
- No.
Well, I work with lots of Arabs.
- You speak Arabic?
- Yes.
Say something.
What does it mean?
It's like, anything I
saw before seeing you,
was a waste of a life, sort of.
Nice.
Sheikh Awdallah is here.
Come in, Sheikh.
Peace be upon you.
The Fatih a, everyone.
"Guide us on the straight path
of the prophets and not
of those who stray." Amen.
"Think not of the martyrs as being dead,
for they live on to serve God."
God's justice is almighty.
God will have mercy on him and give
you strength and patience, Haja.
Child, did you see how many
people came to the funeral?
They want to pay their respects to
the Shahid and to you, as his wife.
I don't want to be a Shahid's wife.
I don't want to go on living.
God forbid.
The Prophet, may he rest
in peace, commanded women
to fulfil the obligation of Jihad
by having children,
indoctrinating them and keeping
the sanctity of the home.
Your Jihad, my child,
is to raise a family.
I will no longer be raising a family.
In any case,
you'll feel better with time.
Time is wiser than all of us.
You're a young girl,
and God willing, you'll get
married and have children.
No! I won't.
You can take him.
Amal, my child, believe in Allah,
and don't be irresponsible!
Don't worry, I know exactly what
path Allah has chosen for me.
How did it happen?
I can tell you, but you mustn't
share it with anyone, okay?
Of course, it's medical confidentiality.
- Just between us, right?
- Sure, don't worry.
I'm Spiderman.
You're what?
Don't you dare blow my cover!
Brother!
- This is my brother.
- Nice to meet you, I'm Ali.
Tell him I'm Spiderman.
He doesn't believe me.
How's he doing?
Fine, he's just a little
goofy from the morphine.
Just let him rest.
He'll get over it soon.
Great, thanks.
- He's a good Arab
- I'm Ali.
- Nice to meet you.
- Good Arab.
- Take care, Eli.
- Eli, that was rude.
Thanks.
How's it going, buddy? You okay?
- Am I okay? They cut off my leg.
- No, they didn't.
- I can't feel it.
- Because you're high on morphine.
There's your leg, see?
Bro
- I wanted to ask your forgiveness.
- About what?
What do you think?
Are you kidding? I
should be thanking you.
We'll talk about this
when you're not stoned.
Thanks to you, I realized
what I need to do with my life.
Thanks to you, I'm leaving the unit.
What are you talking about,
bro? You'll march right back.
Allah sent me this
bullet sealed with a kiss.
It's my chance to get out of this crap.
That's what you think now.
But you'll miss it soon enough.
No way, I'm not like you.
I'll be a normal
citizen and start living.
- The tea is sweet.
- I added some sugar.
From a young age I knew
Bashir and I would get married.
Anyone who saw us playing could see it.
My family, his family.
- Only he didn't know.
- They're always the last to know.
We wanted to travel to London.
I was supposed to study
international relations,
he wanted to work in diamonds.
Shattered dreams.
And look at us now. Two
widows, fellow sufferers.
How dare you?
Keep lying all you want about your
husband, but don't say we're alike.
- What are you talking about, Amal?
- I know your husband is alive.
- Darling, I know you're hurting, but
- I'm no fool.
I know he's alive and I
want to speak with him.
Darling, Abu Ahmad is dead. Thousands
attended his funeral, even you.
Listen to me, Um Ahmad, "the widow",
I want to speak with Abu Ahmad!
How is your eldest son planning to
take revenge for his little brother?
Darling, you know that Abu
Ahmad died more than a year ago.
I know he's alive.
Just the other day he
gave Bashir this money.
- You're wrong.
- No, I'm not. I saw it in his eyes.
He wanted to tell me that
his brother gave him the cash
but at the wedding, the Jews
came looking for Abu Ahmad
and when they couldn't find
him, they killed Bashir.
I don't know where he got
this money! I don't know.
You're like a mother to me,
don't lie to me like I'm a fool!
Amal! Calm down. Sit.
I must know if Abu Ahmad is planning
a revenge or if I have to do it.
My dear
Don't get into this,
stay out of these things.
If I mean anything to you,
tell him to talk to me.
Amal, darling, Abu Ahmad is dead.
This family has suffered enough
death. Don't do something foolish
that you'll end up
regretting. You're still young.
I'd never agree to live like you,
hardly ever seeing my husband.
You're wasting your lives.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- I have a meeting with Walid Al-Abed.
- Come in.
Thank you.
Hi. My condolences.
Let's talk there.
Anything to drink?
Lemon juice. There you go.
Tell me, where's the Panther?
Abu Ahmad is dead, as you know.
But talk to me, I'll help you.
- There isn't much to talk about.
- But you called me.
You deserve compensation.
I'll make sure you get it.
I don't want money.
I want revenge.
I want to be a Shahid.
I understand you're talking out of pain,
but now you must keep a
clear mind and your composure.
I know Abu Ahmad wants
to avenge Bashir's death.
Forget Abu Ahmad and forget revenge.
It doesn't work that way.
If you deny me, I'll turn
to Saray a (Islamic Jihad).
I'm sure they'll agree.
They'd never collaborate
with the Panther's widow.
Don't be so sure.
Do you know what an explosive
belt does to the body?
It blows you up into a million pieces.
Listen, kid, I don't know who you are.
Tell Abu Ahmad that
if he doesn't send me,
I'll take a knife, go to a checkpoint
and stab as many soldiers as I can.
- Amal, listen
- Enough, you're no help to me.
Amal, please don't speak to anyone!
Don't speak to anyone.
I'll see what I can do.
What are you both looking at?
Easy now. I'll help you.
Feeling better now?
Something sweet chocolate.
I can't. Sorry.
You're not allowed to have
anything, you just had surgery.
You can wet your lips a bit.
Just a bite of chocolate.
Okay, one piece.
Slowly.
Was someone hurt at the wedding?
- My mom, the kids, Nassrin?
- No, they're fine.
Then what is it?
Talk!
Special forces entered that house.
Amjad and Abu Khalil tried to stop them.
They killed Amjad, may
God have mercy on his soul.
Then Bashir tried to stop them
and he got shot.
He died a Shahid.
May God have mercy on his soul.
Shouldn't we be happy that
Bashir died as a Shahid?
- It's Saturday night. Get a life.
- What time is it?
Come on, you got an A from me.
Forget it, you'll never go out on field.
We'll see.
Moreno, I need two minutes of your time.
Yep.
- Cigarette?
- No, I quit 18 months ago.
Why did you tell me to go home?
- Doron, come on
- I must finish him.
You're not going back.
I asked you to return,
you did, end of story.
Moreno, I can't sleep.
My entire body is itching.
You bastard, you knew this would happen.
Whether I knew it or not, desire
and ability are two separate things.
- Meaning?
- You violated Eli's order to leave the wedding.
Then, sorry to tell
you, but you panicked.
Why did you attack Abu Khalef
after Eli pulled you out?
It was my mistake to
get you involved again.
Are you manipulating
me? You think I'm a kid?
I was happy at home
before you showed up.
Okay.
You catch Abu Ahmad and return home.
No questions asked, no
independent decisions, no excuses.
It's not like it used to
be. Now you do as we say.
- Doron
- Okay.
- Do as we say.
- Whatever you say.
Besides
You joined in because
you're not happy at home.
At this hour?
Gali, I have some stuff
to do, I'll be right there.
Could we collect insurance
if a fire broke out here?
A fire?
Yeah, if the place burns down in a fire.
Like, if lightning strikes the
winery and it goes up in flames?
Or if a joint happens to drop
into a puddle of gasoline.
Doron, let's go somewhere.
On vacation?
No, not on vacation.
For good.
Remember how we imagined our
lives once you finish your service?
That we'd be free
and travel?
The kids would learn new languages,
and we'd camp out at night
and dance.
Let's get away.
Before it's too late.
Sweetie, we've invested 1.5
million shekels in this place.
For fuck's sake!
Go ahead, Pinto.
Yeah!
Yeah!
Go, Nurit.
Yeah!