Fauda (2015) s04e07 Episode Script
Season 4, Episode 7
1
[woman in English] Dana? Um
I'm sorry to inform you that
[somber music]
NABATIEH, LEBANON
[baby crying]
[radio chatter]
[in Arabic] Aren't you hungry?
- Let's eat something before we move on.
- I'd rather keep going.
It makes sense that refugees
who just got off the bus would be hungry.
Try to act natural, don't be scared.
[chuckles]
Alright, let's eat.
SYRIAN-LEBANESE BORDER CONTROL
[man 1 in Arabic] We stopped a smuggler
at the border
who let two Israelis into Lebanon,
a man and a woman.
They speak fluent Arabic,
but they're probably Jews.
That's all the damn Druze will tell us.
[man 2] This is HQ. Bring him here ASAP.
[whistles]
[whimpers]
[door buzzes]
[Raphael in English] Contact Doron.
We just got a distress signal from Mussa.
[operator]
He's offline, the device is off.
Don't stop, keep trying.
[Raphael] Initiate evacuation protocol.
[Arabic singing plays through speaker]
[coughs]
[in Arabic] You don't eat spicy?
You're a disgrace to your people.
I've heard that before.
[man on radio]
Patrol unit 51, where are you?
On the main street, things are quiet.
[birds chirping]
So, what did you do
in your line of work?
I lied. I was great at my job.
I've noticed.
It actually took its toll on me recently.
For six months I was undercover
inside a crime organization.
I formed bonds, had friends in there.
Lying to strangers is easy, but when
you get attached to people, it's tough.
My brother dragged me here.
He keeps getting me in trouble.
Blood is thicker than water.
He's my little brother.
He's lucky to have a sister like you.
[sighs]
Peace be upon you.
My wife and I need to get to Fnaidek.
- How much for the fare?
- 300,000.
My good man, we just arrived from Syria.
We have nothing. Take pity on us.
Can't help you, that's the price.
I have to make a living too.
Do us a favor. 200,000. We're broke.
- Fine, get in.
- Thanks.
[car engine revs]
DAHIEH QUARTER
BEIRUT, LEBANON
[praying silently]
[in Arabic] The Druze who let them in
is being interrogated.
I want every road up north barricaded.
[man] We've deployed forces on every road.
[Haj Ali] Good.
And I want to see the photos
of everyone who crossed the border today.
- Elderly, children, everyone.
- Yes, sir.
[popular Arabic music plays on radio]
- Would you live here by the sea?
- Here?
It's a beautiful country,
but it's been destroyed.
So you prefer our country.
I'd gladly live here by the sea,
I'd go fishing.
- You? A fisherman?
- Yeah!
I'll cook you a great fish.
Not spicy.
[Haj Ali] Show me their papers.
Aren't they too old?
You never know.
The Jews will do anything to get to us.
Write this down. Salim al-Hamis.
Crossed with her, Nur al-Hamis.
Let me see.
[driver] You have all the papers, right?
[suspenseful music]
It'll be okay.
[soldier] IDs, please.
- [soldier] Where from?
- [driver] Nabatieh.
[soldier] Where are you headed?
Please, sir,
we escaped the bombings in Syria,
we're headed to Nahr al-Bared.
Our son is there,
at the UN refugee camp.
- Got papers?
- Of course.
Here you go.
[suspenseful music]
Please come with me.
[soldier 2] Take them.
BORDER CONTROL OFFICER
Don't worry. They'll ask us
some questions and let us go.
Salim.
Nur.
- It says here you're from Daraa.
- Correct.
When did you leave Daraa?
Three days ago.
Three? You got here that fast?
She's wrong. It might've been four days.
Are you a Jew?
Am I a Jew? Are you kidding me?
Who's Jewish?
Give me your cellphones.
It's dead.
[border control officer]
Well, I'll have to hand you over to HQ.
Take them to the car.
Haven't you people had enough?!
They've bombed our house,
taken our son, we have nothing left,
and now you'll take away
our last shred of dignity?
Have you no heart? No mercy?
- [guard] Ma'am
- Stop treating us like animals.
We're dignified people,
we lost everything in the bombings,
and our son was taken from us.
Do you know what it's like
not knowing if your son is okay?
Please, sir, let us go to Nahr.
For the love of God,
I just want to hug my son again. Please!
Alright, alright.
Wait here, I'll see what I can do.
JENIN, PALESTINIAN AUTHORITY
See?
Look at the distance between them.
Same goes for Haifa.
- From there to there.
- [phone rings]
Hello?
[whispers] Haj Ali.
Haj, how are you?
[Haj Ali] Listen, the Zionists smuggled
two people into Lebanon.
We must move on to phase two.
Start deploying.
Haj, we're not ready yet.
Your men are pros, very efficient,
but we need more time
I understand, Abu Kareem,
but we knew that our actions
would force them to retaliate quickly.
If they managed to smuggle
hit men into Lebanon,
they'll eventually reach you too,
and our entire effort
will have gone to waste.
We shouldn't rush it, Haj.
We have only 20 guided missiles.
Once we fire them,
the Israelis will be onto us.
We said we must strike a serious blow,
one that would force them into a war.
Twenty missiles won't cut it, Haj.
I understand, but we have no choice.
Deploy whatever you've got ready
and may God be with you.
Alright.
What did he say?
He wants us to deploy the missiles.
I'm sorry, but there's a security issue.
We've got strict orders. Come with me.
[border control officer]
HQ want to ask you some questions.
[Maya] Amir! Amir!
[bones snapping]
[car alarm sounds]
[phone rings]
Hello?
Two refugees, married,
killed two men at the Zgharta checkpoint.
- Were they eliminated?
- [man] Were they eliminated?
No.
They stole a police jeep
and are eastbound.
Who are they? What are their names?
[man] Do you have names?
Nur and Salim al-Hamis.
[man] Thank you.
Haj, let me handle this.
[Omar] I'll go there
and oversee the search.
Trust me.
Alright.
But inform me as soon as you find them.
[man on radio] Unit 72,
deploy roadblocks on the roads.
I want all roads to Tripoli barricaded.
Don't worry, they're still far away.
- What do we do?
- We keep going. Come.
Come on.
This way.
[woman in English] Lebanese comm is
reporting two refugees
who escaped a checkpoint.
Shit.
- What did they say?
- They are searching.
Reinforcements are coming
from Bablieh and Jounieh.
Hezbollah forces are joining.
They killed two of their men.
Doron is offline, no contact.
Well, let's not waste time. Text him
to go to the evacuation point immediately.
[Raphael] Let me know
when he sees the message.
REACH TO THE RESCUE POIN
IMMEDIATELY.
[thunder rolling]
[rain pouring outside]
I must go back, I can't stay here.
I can't.
Where will you go back to? How?
This whole thing was a mistake.
I thought I could help him,
and now, look where we're stuck.
- He doesn't even answer my calls.
- Maya, there's no way we can go back.
We killed two of their men,
they're after us.
Our only shot is
to reach your brother's house in Fnaidek.
You're on your own, I'm returning
to Israel. I don't wanna die here.
- You're staying here.
- Let go!
If you walk out, we're as good as dead.
Understand?
Move!
[Maya breathing heavily]
[thunder continues]
Listen,
it'll be okay.
I'll talk with my guy Mussa,
he can help us.
Don't worry.
HEZBOLLAH
Hey, what are you doing?
Can't you see it's not her?
Let them through.
What about you, Amir?
Anyone waiting for you at home?
Wondering where you've disappeared?
No, and that's my luck.
So what's your story?
How did you end up in this field?
One thing led to another.
Isn't it a shame? You could end up
doing 15 years for drug trafficking.
I didn't plan for this to be my job.
I thought I'd be an engineer,
a contractor.
- A doctor.
- A doctor?
- You're from Shefa-'Amr, you said?
- Yep.
Is that where you learned
to fight like that?
No. I was a boxing coach in Tel Aviv.
Tel Aviv? You lived there?
For a year. Tried to rent an apartment,
but couldn't,
because I'm an Arab.
That's life, what can I do?
Question is, what are you doing here?
Me?
I heard they serve the best knafeh here.
Does your husband know you're here?
I told him I was going away for a bit,
that I needed a break.
Are things okay at home?
Not really.
Imagine being a police officer
and one day the GSS
summons you for questioning
because your wife is suspected of aiding
a terrorist. How would you feel?
He tried to hide how he felt about it,
but he had doubts from the start.
I felt he suspected me,
as if he doesn't even know me.
I guess Omar is right.
In the moment of truth,
people don't see things objectively,
there's only black or white.
You're either a Jew or an Arab.
It's always those you trust
who let you down.
Tell me, is your brother worth all this?
Omar? I told you, he always had
a knack for getting into trouble
and he was always mad at the family,
at everyone. At our dad, who turned us
from being the pride of the camp
into collaborators, turncoats,
at the Arabs in Ramla
who beat him up and called him a traitor,
at the Jews who spat at him
because he's an Arab,
and at me, for joining the police force.
That really crushed him.
"How could you wear their uniform,
work with them, marry them?
Who are you?"
Problem is,
I'm also not sure who I am anymore.
Sorry, just a sec.
I'll check if Mussa got back to me.
[operator in English]
Raphael, he's online.
Write:
"Since yesterday, we've been
trying to reach you."
WE'VE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU
SINCE YESTERDAY.
He writes:
"I understand, but stuff happened."
Write, "When can you reach
the evacuation point in Tripoli?"
WHEN CAN YOU REACH
THE EVACUATION POINT IN TRIPOLI?
[message alert chimes]
[operator] He's typing.
"We're ten kilometers away from Tripoli
currently, but we're near Fnaidek
and can deliver
the special passports to Aisha first."
[blows air in frustration]
Tell him, "Don't."
They need to evacuate. It's protocol.
[message alert chimes]
[in Arabic] We need to reach Tripoli.
Mussa can help us exit Lebanon.
[Doron] If you want to help your brother,
you must leave the passports with Aisha.
In any case, we'll need a car.
Let's go.
By tonight,
we might have seven more ready,
maybe even eight.
If we work all night,
possibly ten, God willing.
Is that all?
We must continue deploying missiles.
We're turning iron rods
into guided missiles.
It takes time.
Give us a week
and you'll have 50 missiles.
I wish, my friend, I wish.
We have no time.
Direct orders from Lebanon.
The Israelis sense that something's up,
they're after us.
They'll eventually find us here.
Fine, let's go over the targets.
This is our location.
This is the airport in Lod.
This is Kfar Saba.
Afula.
And Haifa, surrounded by refineries.
Prepare ten missiles
and we'll strike them
with a blow they never saw coming.
[man] God willing.
Where to?
- You never cease to surprise.
- I try.
Like the car?
[chuckles]
DAHIEH QUARTER
BEIRUT, LEBANON
[knock at door]
[man] This is what Nur al-Hamis'
face recognition scan produced.
Who is she?
Maya Benjamin. Née Maya Tawalbe.
[man] An officer in the Israel Police.
The system didn't recognize
the man who was with her. No data.
[Haj Ali] Tawalbe.
Son of a bitch.
Damn him to hell.
Have Salah and Mari bring him here,
don't tell them anything.
Yes, sir.
- [footsteps retreating]
- [bangs table]
- Peace be upon you.
- Upon you be peace.
Get in. Haj Ali wants to talk to you.
Sure, what's it about?
I have no idea,
he just asked that you come. Get in.
Guys, stay put, I'll be right back.
[foreboding music]
Subtitle translation by: Hagit Harel
[woman in English] Dana? Um
I'm sorry to inform you that
[somber music]
NABATIEH, LEBANON
[baby crying]
[radio chatter]
[in Arabic] Aren't you hungry?
- Let's eat something before we move on.
- I'd rather keep going.
It makes sense that refugees
who just got off the bus would be hungry.
Try to act natural, don't be scared.
[chuckles]
Alright, let's eat.
SYRIAN-LEBANESE BORDER CONTROL
[man 1 in Arabic] We stopped a smuggler
at the border
who let two Israelis into Lebanon,
a man and a woman.
They speak fluent Arabic,
but they're probably Jews.
That's all the damn Druze will tell us.
[man 2] This is HQ. Bring him here ASAP.
[whistles]
[whimpers]
[door buzzes]
[Raphael in English] Contact Doron.
We just got a distress signal from Mussa.
[operator]
He's offline, the device is off.
Don't stop, keep trying.
[Raphael] Initiate evacuation protocol.
[Arabic singing plays through speaker]
[coughs]
[in Arabic] You don't eat spicy?
You're a disgrace to your people.
I've heard that before.
[man on radio]
Patrol unit 51, where are you?
On the main street, things are quiet.
[birds chirping]
So, what did you do
in your line of work?
I lied. I was great at my job.
I've noticed.
It actually took its toll on me recently.
For six months I was undercover
inside a crime organization.
I formed bonds, had friends in there.
Lying to strangers is easy, but when
you get attached to people, it's tough.
My brother dragged me here.
He keeps getting me in trouble.
Blood is thicker than water.
He's my little brother.
He's lucky to have a sister like you.
[sighs]
Peace be upon you.
My wife and I need to get to Fnaidek.
- How much for the fare?
- 300,000.
My good man, we just arrived from Syria.
We have nothing. Take pity on us.
Can't help you, that's the price.
I have to make a living too.
Do us a favor. 200,000. We're broke.
- Fine, get in.
- Thanks.
[car engine revs]
DAHIEH QUARTER
BEIRUT, LEBANON
[praying silently]
[in Arabic] The Druze who let them in
is being interrogated.
I want every road up north barricaded.
[man] We've deployed forces on every road.
[Haj Ali] Good.
And I want to see the photos
of everyone who crossed the border today.
- Elderly, children, everyone.
- Yes, sir.
[popular Arabic music plays on radio]
- Would you live here by the sea?
- Here?
It's a beautiful country,
but it's been destroyed.
So you prefer our country.
I'd gladly live here by the sea,
I'd go fishing.
- You? A fisherman?
- Yeah!
I'll cook you a great fish.
Not spicy.
[Haj Ali] Show me their papers.
Aren't they too old?
You never know.
The Jews will do anything to get to us.
Write this down. Salim al-Hamis.
Crossed with her, Nur al-Hamis.
Let me see.
[driver] You have all the papers, right?
[suspenseful music]
It'll be okay.
[soldier] IDs, please.
- [soldier] Where from?
- [driver] Nabatieh.
[soldier] Where are you headed?
Please, sir,
we escaped the bombings in Syria,
we're headed to Nahr al-Bared.
Our son is there,
at the UN refugee camp.
- Got papers?
- Of course.
Here you go.
[suspenseful music]
Please come with me.
[soldier 2] Take them.
BORDER CONTROL OFFICER
Don't worry. They'll ask us
some questions and let us go.
Salim.
Nur.
- It says here you're from Daraa.
- Correct.
When did you leave Daraa?
Three days ago.
Three? You got here that fast?
She's wrong. It might've been four days.
Are you a Jew?
Am I a Jew? Are you kidding me?
Who's Jewish?
Give me your cellphones.
It's dead.
[border control officer]
Well, I'll have to hand you over to HQ.
Take them to the car.
Haven't you people had enough?!
They've bombed our house,
taken our son, we have nothing left,
and now you'll take away
our last shred of dignity?
Have you no heart? No mercy?
- [guard] Ma'am
- Stop treating us like animals.
We're dignified people,
we lost everything in the bombings,
and our son was taken from us.
Do you know what it's like
not knowing if your son is okay?
Please, sir, let us go to Nahr.
For the love of God,
I just want to hug my son again. Please!
Alright, alright.
Wait here, I'll see what I can do.
JENIN, PALESTINIAN AUTHORITY
See?
Look at the distance between them.
Same goes for Haifa.
- From there to there.
- [phone rings]
Hello?
[whispers] Haj Ali.
Haj, how are you?
[Haj Ali] Listen, the Zionists smuggled
two people into Lebanon.
We must move on to phase two.
Start deploying.
Haj, we're not ready yet.
Your men are pros, very efficient,
but we need more time
I understand, Abu Kareem,
but we knew that our actions
would force them to retaliate quickly.
If they managed to smuggle
hit men into Lebanon,
they'll eventually reach you too,
and our entire effort
will have gone to waste.
We shouldn't rush it, Haj.
We have only 20 guided missiles.
Once we fire them,
the Israelis will be onto us.
We said we must strike a serious blow,
one that would force them into a war.
Twenty missiles won't cut it, Haj.
I understand, but we have no choice.
Deploy whatever you've got ready
and may God be with you.
Alright.
What did he say?
He wants us to deploy the missiles.
I'm sorry, but there's a security issue.
We've got strict orders. Come with me.
[border control officer]
HQ want to ask you some questions.
[Maya] Amir! Amir!
[bones snapping]
[car alarm sounds]
[phone rings]
Hello?
Two refugees, married,
killed two men at the Zgharta checkpoint.
- Were they eliminated?
- [man] Were they eliminated?
No.
They stole a police jeep
and are eastbound.
Who are they? What are their names?
[man] Do you have names?
Nur and Salim al-Hamis.
[man] Thank you.
Haj, let me handle this.
[Omar] I'll go there
and oversee the search.
Trust me.
Alright.
But inform me as soon as you find them.
[man on radio] Unit 72,
deploy roadblocks on the roads.
I want all roads to Tripoli barricaded.
Don't worry, they're still far away.
- What do we do?
- We keep going. Come.
Come on.
This way.
[woman in English] Lebanese comm is
reporting two refugees
who escaped a checkpoint.
Shit.
- What did they say?
- They are searching.
Reinforcements are coming
from Bablieh and Jounieh.
Hezbollah forces are joining.
They killed two of their men.
Doron is offline, no contact.
Well, let's not waste time. Text him
to go to the evacuation point immediately.
[Raphael] Let me know
when he sees the message.
REACH TO THE RESCUE POIN
IMMEDIATELY.
[thunder rolling]
[rain pouring outside]
I must go back, I can't stay here.
I can't.
Where will you go back to? How?
This whole thing was a mistake.
I thought I could help him,
and now, look where we're stuck.
- He doesn't even answer my calls.
- Maya, there's no way we can go back.
We killed two of their men,
they're after us.
Our only shot is
to reach your brother's house in Fnaidek.
You're on your own, I'm returning
to Israel. I don't wanna die here.
- You're staying here.
- Let go!
If you walk out, we're as good as dead.
Understand?
Move!
[Maya breathing heavily]
[thunder continues]
Listen,
it'll be okay.
I'll talk with my guy Mussa,
he can help us.
Don't worry.
HEZBOLLAH
Hey, what are you doing?
Can't you see it's not her?
Let them through.
What about you, Amir?
Anyone waiting for you at home?
Wondering where you've disappeared?
No, and that's my luck.
So what's your story?
How did you end up in this field?
One thing led to another.
Isn't it a shame? You could end up
doing 15 years for drug trafficking.
I didn't plan for this to be my job.
I thought I'd be an engineer,
a contractor.
- A doctor.
- A doctor?
- You're from Shefa-'Amr, you said?
- Yep.
Is that where you learned
to fight like that?
No. I was a boxing coach in Tel Aviv.
Tel Aviv? You lived there?
For a year. Tried to rent an apartment,
but couldn't,
because I'm an Arab.
That's life, what can I do?
Question is, what are you doing here?
Me?
I heard they serve the best knafeh here.
Does your husband know you're here?
I told him I was going away for a bit,
that I needed a break.
Are things okay at home?
Not really.
Imagine being a police officer
and one day the GSS
summons you for questioning
because your wife is suspected of aiding
a terrorist. How would you feel?
He tried to hide how he felt about it,
but he had doubts from the start.
I felt he suspected me,
as if he doesn't even know me.
I guess Omar is right.
In the moment of truth,
people don't see things objectively,
there's only black or white.
You're either a Jew or an Arab.
It's always those you trust
who let you down.
Tell me, is your brother worth all this?
Omar? I told you, he always had
a knack for getting into trouble
and he was always mad at the family,
at everyone. At our dad, who turned us
from being the pride of the camp
into collaborators, turncoats,
at the Arabs in Ramla
who beat him up and called him a traitor,
at the Jews who spat at him
because he's an Arab,
and at me, for joining the police force.
That really crushed him.
"How could you wear their uniform,
work with them, marry them?
Who are you?"
Problem is,
I'm also not sure who I am anymore.
Sorry, just a sec.
I'll check if Mussa got back to me.
[operator in English]
Raphael, he's online.
Write:
"Since yesterday, we've been
trying to reach you."
WE'VE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU
SINCE YESTERDAY.
He writes:
"I understand, but stuff happened."
Write, "When can you reach
the evacuation point in Tripoli?"
WHEN CAN YOU REACH
THE EVACUATION POINT IN TRIPOLI?
[message alert chimes]
[operator] He's typing.
"We're ten kilometers away from Tripoli
currently, but we're near Fnaidek
and can deliver
the special passports to Aisha first."
[blows air in frustration]
Tell him, "Don't."
They need to evacuate. It's protocol.
[message alert chimes]
[in Arabic] We need to reach Tripoli.
Mussa can help us exit Lebanon.
[Doron] If you want to help your brother,
you must leave the passports with Aisha.
In any case, we'll need a car.
Let's go.
By tonight,
we might have seven more ready,
maybe even eight.
If we work all night,
possibly ten, God willing.
Is that all?
We must continue deploying missiles.
We're turning iron rods
into guided missiles.
It takes time.
Give us a week
and you'll have 50 missiles.
I wish, my friend, I wish.
We have no time.
Direct orders from Lebanon.
The Israelis sense that something's up,
they're after us.
They'll eventually find us here.
Fine, let's go over the targets.
This is our location.
This is the airport in Lod.
This is Kfar Saba.
Afula.
And Haifa, surrounded by refineries.
Prepare ten missiles
and we'll strike them
with a blow they never saw coming.
[man] God willing.
Where to?
- You never cease to surprise.
- I try.
Like the car?
[chuckles]
DAHIEH QUARTER
BEIRUT, LEBANON
[knock at door]
[man] This is what Nur al-Hamis'
face recognition scan produced.
Who is she?
Maya Benjamin. Née Maya Tawalbe.
[man] An officer in the Israel Police.
The system didn't recognize
the man who was with her. No data.
[Haj Ali] Tawalbe.
Son of a bitch.
Damn him to hell.
Have Salah and Mari bring him here,
don't tell them anything.
Yes, sir.
- [footsteps retreating]
- [bangs table]
- Peace be upon you.
- Upon you be peace.
Get in. Haj Ali wants to talk to you.
Sure, what's it about?
I have no idea,
he just asked that you come. Get in.
Guys, stay put, I'll be right back.
[foreboding music]
Subtitle translation by: Hagit Harel