Fauda (2015) s05e02 Episode Script

[tense music plays]
Fuck.
Get up, you idiot.
Let's put him in the garbage.
Come on, quick.
Ready?
[tense music builds]
[Eli breathes heavily]
-Salem…
-Eli, we have to get out of here.
Let's go.
-Guard the door.
-Where are you going?
[money drops on the floor]
[tense music builds to crescendo]
[tense rock music theme plays]
FAUDA
[Doron breathes heavily]
[ominous music builds]
[muffled sounds of war]
[eerie strings add tension to music]
[Doron continues to breathe deeply]
Come in.
Clean yourself up.
-Our flight leaves in an hour and a half.
-I'm not coming.
What do you mean?
I'm staying here.
We have to go, you know this.
The Nukhba guy
said there's someone else here.
Maher Zeytoun.
He murdered them.
He was his commander.
He's here, in Marseille.
I have his address.
And I have to find him.
Talk to him.
The whole of France will be looking for us
any second now! We have to go!
Then go.
Go. Get out. Who asked you to come?
Go back to your nice life.
Go have your therapy.
-Get in the shower.
-Get off me, bastard!
-Calm down.
-Get off me!
-Calm down.
-Get off me!
-Calm down!
-Get off me!
Get off me…
[glass smashes on the floor]
[Eli whimpers in distress]
Calm down.
[tense music turns reflective]
Breathe.
[Eli breathes deeply]
Breathe.
Breathe.
I have no life.
Breathe.
-I have no life.
-Breathe.
My mind… My mind is all black…
It's all black…
Enough.
Enough.
Leave me alone.
[Eli continues to whimper]
Salem was right.
I won't… I won't have a life.
If I don't kill them, I have no life.
I can't carry on.
[reflective music continues in background]
Go. Come on, go.
Go home, leave me.
You know
I can't leave you here alone, right?
What did this Iyad say? What?
Maher.
He was his squad commander.
He was there, in the house.
What are the odds of two
of the same squad being in Marseille?
Doron…
I saw the look in his eyes.
I saw it. He was telling the truth.
Listen carefully.
We're going over there together,
me and you.
We'll find out whatever we can from him.
See what he has to say.
We'll interrogate him,
get everything out of him.
We make all the decisions together,
got it?
Got it?
Got it.
[reflective music resolves]
[car tires screech on concrete]
[sound of bustling crowd and sirens]
Sir, this is a closed scene!
Sorry.
[muffled discussions]
[Agent Bruno] Katrina?
Agent Bruno. How are you?
Waking up to a phone call
about three bodies before coffee…
What kind of life is this?
Tell me about it.
-What has our beautiful city come to?
-Yes.
One day it'll be
"The Pearl of the Mediterranean" again.
So
what happened here?
It started as a struggle
inside the restaurant…
where the first victim was killed,
Naji Mahmoud.
A local man of Algerian origin.
He has a stall nearby.
Normal criminal background,
nothing unusual for the area.
The second murder victim inside
is still unidentified.
Not a French citizen, no documents.
Illegal immigrant?
Could be.
[suspensful music plays]
And next to him, over here,
is Iyad Dahdouh, 42.
A Palestinian who came here from Gaza
a year and a half ago.
He tried to escape from the attackers,
was caught,
put up a fight, and as you can see, lost.
Okay, initial theory?
Robbery gone wrong.
They emptied the cash register,
took the cameras.
[Abu Zaher] You're right.
This isn't a simple robbery,
these guys are professionals.
[Man on phone] Israelis?
Could be.
Get your men to the field.
Let them find out who talked.
Okay.
But if there's
a French intelligence agent here,
it might be something else, right?
Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, you know how to reach me.
Send me all the findings.
Fingerprints, DNA, everything…
-Yes.
-[sirens sound in background]
Don't skimp.
Of course.
[muffled discussion in crowd]
[more sirens]
-You haven't finished?
-No, I haven't finished.
I'm stressed
I'm meeting the head of the program today.
And I feel what I've been writing
for months is crap,
and nobody cares,
and nobody's gonna read it.
And you don't listen to me.
-Huh?
-Huh?
You didn't listen.
I'm sorry.
What's the matter?
Just work stuff.
Abu Zaher is sitting on my neck.
About your meeting…
maybe try to approach it
with a positive attitude for a change?
You have to face the fact
that you chose an original subject.
Makes sense it will take time.
"Those who continue walking the path,
will reach His destination."
Which means?
That it will be okay.
I don't know. I hope so.
I'm sure. It's going to be
a groundbreaking, brilliant paper
that will improve the lives of thousands
of refugee families across Europe.
You're a liar.
But you're sweet.
Ah, see? I'm wearing it.
Wow, it's beautiful.
I love it and I love you.
[Eli] That's him. Maher Zeytoun.
[Doron] That's their commander?
Are you sure? That dweeb?
That's what he said.
But how do you recognize him?
Did you see a photo?
It's him. There's a photo of him
on the Yummah website.
[suspenseful music plays quietly]
[Doron exhales deeply]
[Eli] What's wrong with these
French women?
[Doron] Colonial guilt.
Or love.
France is making you romantic.
Don't forget,
I'm romantic in Jenin too, man. Remember?
[Doron starts his engine]
[music becomes more tense]
[Eli] Keep some distance,
don't let him see us.
[tense music continues]
[Eli] He turned that way.
I can see, bro, don't worry.
[tense music resolves]
[Eli] That's the community center
Iyad talked about.
It's heavily guarded.
[man knocks on window]
What are you doing here? Come on, move.
[ambient sounds of discussion and prayer]
-Hi.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-Hi, Maher.
YUMMAH
[door code entry sound]
[man talks on phone]
[Maher knocks on door]
[Abu Zaher] Okay, keep looking around.
Something will turn up.
Got to go, keep me posted.
Everything okay?
It's hell. Sit down.
I have to tell you something.
Did you hear about Iyad?
We're trying to understand what happened,
whether it has anything to do with us.
In the meantime, stay in the area today.
What's our cash situation?
Can we withdraw everything?
-Everything?
-Yes.
Some can be cashed in immediately.
The entire amount will take a few days.
Get started on that.
Maher.
Keep this to yourself.
Of course.
And call the bank. We need that money.
[suspenseful music plays]
Abu Zaher…
Should I be worried?
Maher…
We're from Gaza, aren't we?
We're born worried.
-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, may God protect you.
[ambient street sounds]
Fuck, the door's open.
[suspenseful music continues]
[toilet flushes in bathroom]
[Steve laughs]
Is that a gun,
or are you just happy to see me?
What's he doing here?
I called him.
-Thanks for coming, man.
-Of course.
Anything for you, bro.
Hi, Doron.
Well, hygiene first, right?
You brought him in without telling me?
He works in London.
I thought we could use a hand.
"We make all the decisions together",
remember?
I can hear you.
Is something wrong?
Yes.
What is it?
While you're thinking of an answer,
know that I'm here for him.
Only for him.
Things between you and me
can wait for now.
-Fine.
-Fine.
Thanks for coming.
Yes, I'm talking to everyone.
Right away.
-We'll speak soon. Okay.
-[knocks on door]
Okay.
Excuse me a moment.
-I'm just speaking to the bank.
-Good.
When that's done, go home and pack a bag.
-We'll sleep here for now.
-What happened?
I'll tell you later. Go home and wait
for Hassan and Alaa to pick you up.
No more walking around alone, got it?
Hello?
Hi, sorry, I had some matter here.
Yes, I was telling the lady,
we want to withdraw the money
from the account immediately.
Yes, all of it.
We have a once in a lifetime
business opportunity.
Thank you.
[tense electronic music begins]
What a terrible day.
You wouldn't be--
Phone on the floor. Hands in front.
On the floor.
[tense electronic music continues]
We have a few questions.
Lie, and your sweet wife
will join your friend Iyad.
[sound of Maher's hands being tied up]
What friend? I have no idea what you're…
Where were you on October 7th?
-I was at my house, in Gaza.
-Liar!
You were in kibbutzim in Israel.
You're Nukhba!
No… I'm really not.
-You're not Hamas?
-Huh?
Yes, I worked with Hamas.
I'm an accountant.
An accountant, not a fighter.
On October 7th I was home, in Gaza.
You commanded the kibbutz invasion.
You guys slaughtered
entire families like dogs.
No, listen, you're making a mistake.
You've got the wrong person, swear to God.
Don't lie! Iyad, your friend from Gaza,
told us everything.
What Iyad? Iyad Dahdouh?
Yes!
Liar. He's lying.
That son of a bitch. I'll tell you.
It's all about money.
He owes me money!
I swear to God, he owes me money!
I guess you don't love her.
No, no…
I love her more than anything!
I love you!
I love you, mon amour.
I love her more than life!
I love you.
Then focus!
-[takes gun off safety]
-Or she'll pay the price for your lies!
I won't ask again.
[takes gun off safety]
What were you doing on October 7th?
I'll talk.
I'll talk, but not in front of her.
[tense music continues]
Sit here.
[Anne whimpers]
Not a word, huh?
Be quiet.
Shhh.
[Anne exhales deeply]
-[Doron] All good?
-[Steve] Ah-ha.
[Eli] Talk!
I was in Hamas, yes, but not a fighter.
I'm an ISA informant.
Don't lie!
You're Jews, right? Israelis?
I'm here deep inside Hamas operations.
I swear! Check it!
-What operations?
-I'm not allowed to say.
Call my handler!
Call them! You'll see!
My phone… Look for Zohir Insurance.
It's a Shin Bet switchboard.
Ace of Clover.
I'm the Ace of Clover.
[phone sounds]
It's the international switchboard.
[phone rings]
You've reached
Elden Agriculture Insurance.
We cannot take your call at this time.
Please leave your name and number
and we will contact you shortly.
Ace of Clover.
Good evening, Ace of Clover.
Please state the desired extension.
Code Bathtub.
One moment, sir.
[phone connecting sound]
How are you, Maher?
Maher? Maher, can you hear me?
Maher!
Where are you from?
How did they recruit you?
Talk! What did you do?
-[takes gun off safety]
-Talk, you son of a bitch. What'd you do?
What did you do?
We need to go. They'll trace the call.
[tense music rises]
-What are you doing?
-Where are we going?
To your handler. Let's see what she says.
Walk nicely to the car
and don't make any trouble.
If he's an informant, we're in trouble.
Either way this prick is coming with us.
-He's Amira's, so let's talk to her.
-He's staying with us!
[Maher breathes in distress]
Is there a back door?
Steve, bring the car.
Just give me an excuse…
[mobile phone rings]
Goddamn it.
[sounds of busy office in background]
[knocks on door]
[Naama] That was the intention.
Yes. That's what I said.
Yes. Moti, I'll get back to you.
Maher contacted us.
He was ID'd, put through to me,
and then… silence.
He wasn't alone. It's on your computer.
[clicks mouse]
[audio recording begins]
How are you, Maher?
Maher?
Maher, can you hear me?
Is that it?
His phone is disconnected now.
I really don't like this.
Okay. Get the Paris people on it.
No. Maher is… a sensitive subject.
He won't speak to just anyone.
I should go there myself.
Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Okay, Revital will put you in touch
with airport security.
Okay.
-Dana.
-Hmm?
How's your head?
-I'm getting it looked into.
-What about the neurologist I recommended?
Find time for it, don't neglect it.
I'm on it.
[door opens then closes]
The camera footage from the restaurant
has been wiped.
But…
This is from the security cameras
of the supermarket next door.
Good.
Two guys turn up here.
You can see them going in.
Later, a third guy arrives
and goes in through the side door.
[phone vibrates]
Then
only two leave.
The other remained on the scene:
Salem al-Heib.
We ID'd him using facial recognition.
Who is he?
An Israeli of Arab origin,
from the… Badawin tribes?
Bedouin.
Nomadic tribes that live in Israel.
Many of them join the army.
They're considered great soldiers, scouts.
Well, that's great.
[phone vibrates]
[opens message on phone]
What is it, Pierre?
Has something happened again?
Suspected abduction…
of another Gazan.
Right.
[door slams shut]
What do you want? I told you everything…
You son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch…
[Maher coughs in pain, breathes heavily]
[sinister music builds]
First the French,
and now Shin Bet is after us.
If he's a collaborator, he must have
done something. That's how it works.
Shin Bet wouldn't recruit
some innocent accountant.
But he's with Shin Bet.
-You want us to go against the system now?
-Fuck the system.
Fuck it.
You've lost it.
If this had happened to Gali, God forbid…
what would you have done?
Exactly the same.
Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong.
I don't care what he's doing for Shin Bet.
If he touched Hagit and the kids,
he has to die.
If.
We'll soon find out.
[ambient sounds of the city]
Other than the bird tattoo, did you notice
any other identifying feature?
A scar, a birthmark, unusual eye color?
No, nothing.
And they wore gloves the whole time?
[ambient chatter in background]
Could you tell what they were saying?
Recognize any words?
[photographer takes pictures]
They were talking about October 7th.
Umm.
Iyad, kibbutz…
Hamas.
And what did your husband say?
That he had nothing to do with it.
But they just beat him
over and over again.
Sorry to insist, but…
Do you know where your husband was
on October 7th?
Have you ever talked about it?
There was nothing to talk about.
Are you sure?
I'm just trying to understand
the motive for--
I explained the motive,
but you're not listening!
Fucking…
[Anne breathes deeply]
I know my husband. I know what he's like.
I know how amazing he is!
He's helping refugees rebuild their lives
after the horrors in Gaza!
Instead of sitting here,
implying he's guilty of something,
go find him!
Do you need to take a break?
No, I need you to find him.
[breathes deeply]
Okay.
We will find him.
Spread the word on the streets:
a man with a bird tattoo on his right arm.
About time you did your job.
What's that?
You talk to me like this one more time,
and I arrest you
and all your Yummah buddies.
Got it?
You are always welcome under our roof.
-Abu Zaher?
-Yes, Anne?
-What do the Israelis want from him?
-Anne…
Did he do something? I need to know.
What you said is the truth.
Don't look for logic where there is none.
In Palestine, these dogs could reach you
in the middle of the night.
Torture you, then throw you in prison
for months without reason.
Don't worry, this is not their home here.
And God willing, we'll find him
and bring him back to you alive.
Swear to me.
In the name of Allah.
He will return to your arms,
safe and sound.
Don't worry.
Excuse me.
[door opens abruptly]
[Maher whimpers]
You've got the wrong guy, I swear.
[atmospheric music plays]
Look at them.
[Maher breathes deeply]
Look at them!
Who are they?
That's the family you murdered.
You!
Listen,
I know you were there.
Iyad…
told me everything.
Come on, start talking.
Tell me everything that happened.
Step by step.
-Sir, I swear…
-No!
Tell me everything that happened…
step by step.
Sir, I swear I wasn't there. I swear!
Iyad lied to you.
I'm an accountant, not a fighter.
Check with my handler. She'll tell you.
Iyad stole money from the movement,
and I found out.
He thought I wouldn't tell
because I know him from Gaza.
I swear.
I swear on my wife's eyes.
Please… I didn't do anything.
I swear!
[tense music rises]
Please believe me.
I haven’t done anything.
[Eli breathes deeply]
-Say…
-Hmm?
Can we try to get along and talk calmly?
Go ahead.
Eli's lost it. He's dangerous.
To himself, to others.
I can't get do this alone.
I need you with me.
Worked out pretty well for you
on October 7th.
Is that right?
Yeah, it is.
Maybe if we'd followed Eli
instead of your ego, we wouldn't be here.
Mr. "I'll Be Right Back".
-Do you still not remember?
-I asked to talk calmly.
So what?
When I asked, did you listen?
Eh? The fuck you did,
and we saw how that ended.
You only ever listen to yourself, right?
Now I'm with Eli. If you don't like it,
you can get the fuck out of here.
Fine.
What? Where are you going?
Getting the fuck out of here,
like you asked. Good luck to you both.
Seriously?
Seriously, yes.
Move.
[sighs]
Son of a bitch.
[ambient street sounds]
-Hi.
-Hi.
Give me a phone card.
[loud music plays in store]
Thanks for the support, brother.
Where are you guys from?
Palestine.
To victory!
Thank you.
Who are you going to call?
Gali.
-Gali?
-What?
-That's what's so urgent?
-Yes. Can I have some privacy?
Go ahead.
[phone vibrates]
Yes.
Amira?
Traitor, son of a bitch.
What do you want to do, eh?
You want to burn us? Go ahead.
Hello?
How's it going, Amira? It's Amir.
Doron?
What is this number?
What… what's going on?
"Ace of Clover."
Do you have him? Are you in Marseille?
I'll ask you once,
and you better think very carefully…
did that dog touch Eli's family?
What? Of course not!
Doron, calm down for one second, okay?
Tell me the truth! Did he touch them?
Who's there? Steve?
Where's Maher? What did you do to him?
Amira! Answer me now.
Could you have recruited Hagit's murderer?
Doron, I have no idea
what you're talking about.
I've just landed in Marseille.
Hand him over to me right now,
or it's life in prison for you both,
you hear me?
Did he touch her or not?
He didn't touch her.
Did you hear me?
It's not him! Did you hear me?
[hanging up tone]
Fuck.
I'm with Eli.
I'll do whatever he says.
Okay.
[Eli breathes deeply]
You're Shin Bet, right?
You punch like them.
Take breaks like them.
[coughs in pain]
Can't do anything to me, like them.
Want to take your anger out on me?
Go ahead.
But let's stop the charade. From now on…
I'm saying nothing.
Is that right?
You're not listening.
You're all about tha'r.
Your ears are deaf.
It's not me. I didn't do it.
And what I did do, you'll never know,
because I'm done talking to you.
You think you're so smart, huh?
You were right.
I was in Shin Bet.
But that was a long time ago.
Today…
Today, I'm not there anymore…
and I don't answer to anyone.
Talk already, you son of a bitch! Talk!
-Talk, you son of a bitch!
-Get off him!
-[Eli screams]
-[Maher chokes and coughs]
Talk, you son of a bitch!
-He's lying! That son of a bitch is lying.
-It's not him.
I can see it in his eyes!
He murdered my Hagit!
-Stop! Stop! Dana said it wasn't him.
-[Eli pants with rage]
-You spoke to her?
-[Maher continues to cough]
-You spoke to Dana behind my back?
-Yes.
Dana swore to me it wasn't him.
What do you want?
You want to kill a collaborator?
Do you know what they'll do to us
if we kill a known informant?
Bro, you decide. You say you saw it
in his eyes, you decide. I'm with you.
Shut your mouth, you.
Enough!
It's not him!
[dramatic music plays]
-Are you guys from the consulate?
-Alon.
Shit. Do you have anything for a headache?
No, sorry. I have some in my office.
What good is that to me?
-[Dana] I'm listening.
-[Doron] The informant is with me.
I'll hand him over, on two conditions.
You're in no position
to be setting conditions.
First, you get us back to Israel
as quickly as possible.
I don't care how.
Do I look like a travel agent?
Second, even in Israel,
I need a guarantee
that no one will touch us.
I'll hand him over to you.
Come alone, no security, got it?
Send me a time and a location.
[notes something in phone]
That was the informant.
I need to go and meet him.
Sure. Tell me where and we'll head there.
Alone.
That's against orders.
Alon, hurry up and get me a vehicle.
I'm going to meet the informant alone.
Is that clear?
Yes.
Thank you.
Look at me!
Don't you dare draw any attention.
Come on, get up, wear this.
No. Where are you going? I'm going alone.
Alone?
Alone. I'll need to explain
why he looks like this.
Stay here, clean the apartment.
I'll be right back.
[Steve sighs]
[tense music begins]
[a door closes down the stairwell]
Get down.
Shhh.
[music becomes more dramatic]
Come on.
[car engine starts]
[sound of waves crashing]
[Maher grunts in pain]
I've missed this smell.
In Gaza we had a house by the sea.
When I was a kid,
we'd go out fishing with my grandfather
in the early hours of the morning,
while it was still dark.
Then he'd go sell the goods at the market.
One day, he never came back.
One of your bombs.
I don't care.
Okay, I tried…
What did you try?
To make you see more of me.
More than Jihad or Hamas.
I am more than that, you know.
More like regular people
who loved their grandfather.
Who liked going the beach.
You don't see us like that.
-We're not human beings to you.
-Stop playing the victim.
You're a stinking rat,
and apparently also a real son of a bitch
if you were recruited.
Lucky you're also a coward. Otherwise,
you'd have ended up like your grandfather.
[tense music continues in background]
Where is he?
In the car.
-What did you idiots do to him?
-You should be answering me.
-Are you for real?
-We'll deal with this in Israel, okay?
Be at the rear of the consulate
in one hour.
Okay. Come on, out.
Come with me, Maher.
[Maher coughs in pain]
Oh… I forgot.
Tell your friend, the angry one,
I didn't kill his wife, I really didn't.
I just fucked her real good.
And then I slaughtered the bitch.
Doron, no!
[tense music rises to crescendo]