Fauda (2015) s05e04 Episode Script

[Abu Zaher in Arabic] I asked a question.
What's your deal?
[In Arabic] We came here to work.
Why Marseille?
Why are you here?
[tense music rises]
We were told there's work
and good money here.
Do you have any papers?
Who takes papers to a march?
We saved you from the police
and this is how you repay us?
Oh, man…
Where in Balata did you study?
[Eli grunts in pain]
-Are you familiar with Balata?
-Try me.
-Bassam a-Shakaa.
-Hmm.
On Amman street?
No, that's Islamiya.
Bassam al-Shakaa,
across from Mohammed's Garage,
-on al-Quds street.
-That's right.
Al-Quds street? Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Abu Salim.
How are you?
Question: is there a Mohammed's Garage
on al-Quds street?
[tense music continues]
Alright.
Thank you.
-That was my cousin.
-What did he say?
There's no garage on al-Quds street.
Come on, are you kidding me?
Are you saying he's lying?
There's a garage there, guaranteed!
There's no garage on al-Quds street.
It closed down.
Mohammed died a few months ago,
may he rest in peace.
-May he rest in peace.
-May he rest in peace.
-He smoked like a chimney.
-Yep.
Welcome, my brothers.
Welcome to Marseille.
[tense rock music theme plays]
FAUDA
Amir.
I have a job for you tomorrow. Interested?
What kind of job?
A small but critical hit. Good pay.
Excellent. Hassan will call you
tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.
Alright. Goodbye.
[suspenseful music plays quietly]
[Saeed] What's up?
Sheikh, I interrogated them.
They're from Balata.
I think they're right for the job.
But you only met them tonight.
I know a fighter when I see one.
Are we still short on funds
for the operation?
This job should cover it.
I'll take the two new guys.
If things go wrong, we'll pin it on them.
Send me their information.
Our guys in Nablus
will check them out thoroughly.
Stand by for instructions.
Got it.
Karem.
Check these guys out, please.
[music plays in background of café]
Yes, boss.
[In French] I'm here to talk with Saeed.
Anne. It's good to see you.
-Is it?
-Yes.
Why are you here?
I need someone to promise me something.
What?
That they'll find the people
who killed my husband.
Sadly, I doubt they can.
We're fighting against forces
greater than ours.
The Zionists have connections everywhere.
Ultimately, we're the ones
responsible for our own fate.
So what are you saying?
We'll settle the score ourselves.
Yes, and I want to be part of it.
-Anne, it's not…
-It's okay, I know what's going on here.
It's okay.
If Maher was a Hamas fighter,
then so were you, Abu Zaher
and the other members. I get it.
You don't just run a "community center",
and I want to be part of it.
And if I refuse?
Then I'll act alone.
It's up to you.
Abu Zaher told us to be there tomorrow.
He wants us involved in their affairs.
We'll join them,
get the info Maher was meant to get
and reach el Hatib.
Eli is right.
Abu Zaher was thrilled
that we rescued him.
It intrigued him.
That's why he interrogated us.
-It's because he suspected you.
-True, but that's not the only reason.
And by the way,
Mohammed the mechanic died.
So brush up on your cover stories,
because it nearly blew our cover.
Why'd you go there with him?
You were supposed to bring him here.
Steve got busted and there was chaos.
Gabi, it's our chance
to find out what they're planning.
Don't blow this.
I'll run it by Dana.
Thanks.
Meanwhile, we must find out
where they're holding Steve.
[ambient sound of city]
Open the gate.
[metal gate opens]
[In French] You!
You, get up! Come with me.
Let's go. Arms forward.
Cuff him.
[Steve exhales deeply]
Woah, woah! Hey, hey!
Shhh, start walking.
[In Arabic] Who's there?
Who…
[In English] I know you're Israeli.
I don't… no English, only Arabic.
Save me all your bullshit, okay?
That's you. Hertzl Pinto.
Israeli.
You came here four days ago
on a direct flight from Heathrow.
Know her?
She claims to know you.
-Huh?
-Huh!
I'd remember a pretty woman like that.
You broke into her apartment,
tied her up violently.
Mm hmm.
But she's no sucker.
She caught your ugly tattoo.
We've been searching for you ever since.
Here you are.
You probably remember him.
Maher Zeytoun, her husband.
Uh umm.
You kidnapped him,
tortured him,
and eventually shot him
five times point-blank.
But you weren't alone.
There were two more partners with you.
Oh, what a twist, huh?
[Steve laughs]
Uh!
They kidnapped the husband with you.
Who?
Sorry, I got lost.
Please start from the beginning.
Ohh!
Playing games…
You sure like to play games.
-Have you heard of Prison Des Baumettes?
-No.
How is it there?
Well, you'll find out yourself.
It's the filthiest prison in France.
No rights, no visitations, no mattresses.
You'll sleep on the floor like a dog.
There's a high chance
your cellmates will be Muslims,
and I'll personally tell them
what you've been busted for.
[ambient café sounds]
What's with the long face?
You don't like Marseille?
[In French] Yes? No? Maybe?
I told you to do it quietly, right?
Off-grid.
-You tried to kidnap him during a march?
-It was our only chance.
What matters is, our two top fighters
just got a foothold in Hamas' operation.
It's the closest
we've ever gotten to el Hatib.
Wanna give that up
because you're scared of your boss?
-I'm not scared of her.
-I heard she flew in to babysit you.
No, she came to help Steve, who got busted
during your failed mission, Ayub.
[inhales deeply]
For God's sake…
I also have to deal with that prick,
Pierre Bruno from the French intelligence.
Do me a favor.
Run a check on this restaurant.
The Yummah members go there a lot.
But try to do it
with a bit more style this time, okay?
Do you recognize them?
Where did you get this?
He's cute, your kid. How old is he? Nine?
Shut the fuck up.
So young, growing up without a dad…
Shut the fuck up!
Give me your partners.
That's your only way out.
Is that what will get me out of here?
Just giving you the two other kidnappers?
That's it?
Yes.
[breathes deeply]
Hey…
I know it's not easy.
But family is above all.
Okay.
-Okay.
-Okay.
You're fucking stupid.
My friends are like family.
The world could die
and I would not betray them.
You, on the other hand,
would sell yourself for a fucking blowjob.
You think you're clever, huh?
Son of a bitch! I'll finish you!
[In French] Stop! What are you doing?
Enough! Get off him! What are you doing?
Get off me!
I'm gonna fuck you up! Get off me!
I'm good.
-Let me go!
-Au revoir!
Let me go!
ARABS' WHORE!
Did you pray for me too?
Always.
[message alert sound]
They're coming.
I'm ready.
Like old times.
Like old times.
[pulsating music begins]
[music intensifies]
[In Arabic] Where to?
To do justice.
[background music subsides]
Bro, watch it!
You know how to use it?
What do you think?
What's our task?
George Amsalem's jewelry store.
He's a Jew, a pig.
Donates all his revenue to pro-Zionist
demonstrations and organizations.
Today he's going to the bank
to deposit lots of cash.
We'll take it from him
before he gets there.
In broad daylight? Without masks?
We'll be gone
before anyone realizes what happened.
No personal security?
I bet he doesn't go to the bank alone.
His security guards will arrive
in 20 minutes, so we'd better hurry.
What's in it for us?
Don't worry, Abu Zaher will be generous.
Especially since you support
our Palestinian brothers.
Ali, you wait outside.
Alaa, you stay in the van.
Amir, you come with me.
Alright, let's go.
[tense music begins]
It's an in-and-out job.
[In English] Signal them to open the door
and I will not shoot you. Understand?
[door intercom rings]
[door buzzes open]
[In English] Everybody, on the ground!
On the ground, now!
Over there. Go down, now! Now! You too!
On the ground!
Go over there, go over there!
-[Hassan] Take me to your boss!
-[Doron] Sit!
Don't worry, nothing will happen.
Okay?
I'm sorry, boss.
Sit down! Sit!
Leave it. Close it. Do it, now! Close it!
Release the handcuff. Release it!
I don't wanna kill you! Release it!
Now!
Come on!
[tense music subsides]
Okay, go over there. Go over there!
I don't wanna kill you, understand?
I don't wanna kill you!
[car tires screech]
[music intensifies again]
Stay here! Don't move! Don't move!
Go down! Go down!
[In Arabic] Hurry!
[sirens sound nearby]
Get in the van! Quick!
[tense music fades]
Naama.
I thought the situation was under control,
but it keeps getting worse.
We'll give the French
the names and location of team members
and end this story.
I didn't send them on this mission,
they sent themselves.
I think that's a mistake.
A mistake?
They went rogue,
let them suffer the consequences.
They can rot in prison for all I care.
It'll deter anyone
from thinking of doing the same.
Once Steve's arrest hits the press,
everyone will think he was working for us.
It'll jeopardize our Yummah mission,
all we've worked for these last two years.
The damage is already done.
What if I told you I can fix it?
[knock at door]
Finally.
[knock at door]
Who is it?
[In French] Who is it?
[In Hebrew] Come on, Gabi, it's Lia.
"Who is it? Who is it?" You're so uptight.
[locks door]
I told you, didn't I?
You just can't manage without me.
What's in here? Rocks?
What is this dump, Gabi?
Never mind that. How's your Arabic?
Pretty good, why? What's happening?
[In Arabic] Sit down, dear.
I've got a job for you.
[pensive music plays]
[phone vibrates]
Hello?
[In French] Be downstairs in ten minutes,
packed up and ready to go.
What do you mean? Who is it? Hello?
[call ended tone]
Eyes forward.
Listen carefully.
I don't like the way you talk to me, Anne.
People have paid with their lives
for a lot less.
I get your frustration, but you're
taking it out on the wrong person.
-Then let me take it out on the killers.
-I don't think you're up to it.
You don't know me.
I'll take revenge on Maher's killers,
even if it costs me my life.
If you join us…
it means that from now on
there's no turning back.
You must obey my every command,
even if you don't like it.
-This isn't a democracy, is that clear?
-Yes.
[tense music builds to crescendo]
[cell gates clangs in distance]
[reflective music rises]
[In English] As far as we're concerned,
Mr. Pinto is being held
on anti-terror grounds.
He's suspected
of an ethnically-motivated murder
of three innocent French citizens.
That's ridiculous.
He's not a terrorist, he poses no risk.
Tell that
to the innocent civilians he murdered.
We're still checking about the incident,
but as long as your agent
prevents us from visiting him,
we can't know what happened there.
Maybe we should stop this stupid game?
We all know what happened here.
You Israelis came here
acting like you own the place,
bringing your wars into our streets.
Well, here in Marseille,
we don't like people
who come uninvited into our home
and take a shit
in the middle of the living room.
You're not in Tel Aviv,
you're in Marseille,
and you don't know shit
about how things work here.
[In French]You know, Agent Bruno,
my grandfather
used to haul sardine crates
here at the port of Marseille,
while your parents
were getting drunk in Montmartre.
That's where you're from, right? Paris?
Your accent gave it away.
Nobody declared war here.
But while we're on the topic,
I'll tell you
what's happening in your city.
[In Hebrew] Enlighten our "musketeer".
Gladly.
[In English] We have proof that Hamas
is operating a terror network in Marseille
under the guise
of a philanthropic organization
called Yummah.
Wait, so I understand
you're admitting he's one of yours.
-He was on a mission?
-Pierre, I'm not done.
Iyad Dahdouh and Maher Zeytoun
are Nukhbas.
Do you know what "Nukhba" is?
They operated with Hamas
on the October 7th attack.
These two are accused of sexual assaults
and the murder of dozens
of Israeli innocent civilians.
And yet, they found asylum on French soil.
Despite repeated requests from us.
Now, the reason we sent a force here
is because we had a suspicion
that a source I recruited was exposed…
likely by these two.
Still, it doesn't give you
the right to kill them.
Mr. Pinto will remain in custody
for further investigation.
[In Arabic] Hi.
-Hi.
-Hello.
Check it out.
So?
What do you say?
-Did we win the lottery?
-The jackpot!
Excellent. Just what we needed
before heading out.
[suitcase locking sound]
Have Wassim transfer it safely.
Hang on, what about…?
-Ali?
-What?
What's the problem? Relax.
Let's go.
What's with your shoulder?
It's nothing.
We'll fix it in no time. In the meantime,
I want you to meet someone.
Who?
Patience. Why are you so nervous?
[laughs]
[quiet music plays in café]
[In French] You're overdoing it.
I'm listening.
We have a problem.
The Israelis know about your plans…
[Woman in Arabic] Of course,
I'd do anything for you.
Why are you saying this to me?
I told you, you must tell me the truth!
I love you, I support you…
Karem.
-…and you don't even care!
-If you don't mind…
Of course. Sorry.
[In French] Carry on.
[In Arabic] Is everything okay?
Yes.
I don't know what to do.
It's my little brother.
He's in trouble with the cops again.
I'm afraid they'll deport him.
Where are you from?
From Aleppo.
Syria.
Sorry, you should probably get back to…
Enough. I'm done yelling.
Look…
If you have trouble with the police,
perhaps I can help.
Are you a cop?
[laughs faintly]
Do I look like a cop?
[laughs]
Write down this number.
067-587-9896.
Karem.
Noor. Thank you so much.
Gladly. Call me if you feel like it.
Thank you so much, Mr. Karem.
I won't forget you.
-Yes?
-[Dana] Gili,
I got the target's phone number.
Hack it, now.
Got it.
[Bruno] They've been tracking
your activity for months now.
A mole?
Possibly.
[Bruno] Now it's official,
it's only a matter of time
until you're arrested.
[Saeed] Pierre, don't bail on me now.
I made you a hero.
I gave you names and addresses
of ISIS squad operatives to arrest.
[Saeed] I built your career!
They presented evidence to my superiors.
Started talking about a raid.
It's only a matter of time.
I can't help you out here.
[tense music rises]
How much time?
If you ask me…
you should leave tonight.
-Ahhh!
-Uh uh uh.
-[In English] Don't move.
-Yeah, it's easy to say…
[In Arabic] Ah! Motherfucker…
[In English] Palestinian?
Why?
Because you curse like my husband.
Where is he from?
Gaza.
Was from Gaza.
Murdered a few days ago.
I'm sorry to hear.
What was his name?
Maher Zeytoun.
-I heard about him.
-Yeah?
-He worked here.
-Yeah.
They say he was a…
very special man.
He was, yes.
You also work here?
No, I…
I'm just coming here
because I feel close to him.
Sorry, it's still very fresh.
[In Arabic] May he rest in peace.
Thank you. Shukran.
[eerie music rises]
[metal door opens and closes]
What's up, boss?
Gabi!
You scared the crap outta me.
You've definitely earned
your business class ticket.
Do me a favor, listen to this.
Now it's official…
The man speaking is Pierre Bruno,
from French Intelligence.
I made you a hero…
And I believe he's talking
with Saeed el Hatib, Europe's Sinwar.
Pierre overlooks their activity,
and in return
el Hatib provides him with info
about ISIS and Al-Qaeda operatives.
Okay, and now that we know about it?
We can use this to get Steve released.
The only problem is,
this talk was a warning.
Within hours, they'll pack up
their entire operation
and fly to God-knows-where.
You should leave tonight.
[intruguing music plays]
[knock at door]
-[In Arabic] Hi.
-Hi.
The new guys are here.
Let them in.
We'll be done soon and then we can leave.
Hi.
I'm Saeed el Hatib.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
The pleasure is ours.
Let's start with what we owe you…
for your work.
But first…
I know you both fled Balata.
You left the Preventive Security Force
and risked your lives.
Why did you do it,
if you don't mind me asking?
Well… we didn't want to have
to collaborate with Israel and the US.
In that case, you're in the right place.
I don't know how much
Abu Zaher told you, but…
We're planning a big campaign.
We've recruited dozens of fighters.
We're sending them to a training camp.
The problem is most of them
are inexperienced.
We need men like you…
skilled men
with the spirit of the Resistance.
If you join us, I promise we'll take care
of your families in Balata,
and after the campaign,
you will return to them quickly.
What exactly does the campaign entail?
Nothing you're unfamiliar with.
But with a scope and sophistication
that rival only the "Al-Aqsa Flood".
Normally, I'd give you time to think, but…
we must leave Marseille by tonight.
So I need an immediate answer.
Do you want
to be a part of the next big attack
on the Zionist enemy?
[Gabi] We went too fast and too far.
This is a mistake, Doron.
Gabi, we can't pass up this opportunity.
As soon as you're back in Israel,
go and visit Gali.
Make sure she's okay.
Tell her what happened here
so that she knows I had no choice.
Do you understand
the gravity of this mission?
There's always that one time
you don't come back.
Doron.
Get to the training camp, get the intel,
and we'll get you home.
Do me a favor.
Take this and keep it on you at all times,
so I know where you are.
[car horn sounds outside]
Let's go!
Keep an eye on him, he's a bit unhinged.
Let's go.
Why so pale? They're the ones
who should be scared, not you.
No funny business.
Funny business? Me?
My friend.
Tell me they'll make it back alive.
[tense music builds]
[Alaa in Arabic] Come on, hurry,
we wanna get outta here.
Hi.
Hi.
How's it going?
[tense music turns suspenseful]
-[In English] Happy to see you. Welcome.
-Thank you.
[tense music rises to crescendo]