Mixed Unit - Lions of Jordan (2018): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
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Growing up in Kiryat Arba
means hearing gunshots at night.
It means going to work in the morning
and not knowing whether you'll come back.
You look at every stopped vehicle
and wonder if that person
will come up and stab you in the back.
I was a troublemaker.
I got into trouble with the law.
How come they let you enlist?
I fought for three years
to be allowed into the army.
People kept my home safe,
shouldn't I return the favor?
Listen,
I don't care about your criminal past.
I'll be honest with you,
I don't care what you were.
I care what you are now.
Suddenly you're here and you think,
"Huh. Maybe this is where
I can find myself."
Take him down, Moshe.
Nice, good job.
A person is a little of what he's born with
and a lot of what he makes of himself.
This is the first time
I've made my parents proud.
You look good, sweetie.
I swear.
At the end of the 10th grade
I left to study at an international school.
I had friends from Syria,
Lebanon, Egypt, Yemen.
Try it.
I just can't do it.
It raises a very difficult moral dilemma
that's hard for me to handle.
There are people in this platoon
who got their weapon and were all,
"Oh, this is so cool.
It's like paintball!"
It's not cool. It kills people.
People die for nothing.
I really think it's wrong.
Why? Because I'm an 18 year-old kid.
You're a soldier, not a kid.
Everyone's talking about
all the awful things the army is going.
If I have the right, or the duty,
to enlist,
then I'll do it
and I'll see for myself
what's really going on.
We're starting to look to the future,
to the field.
She's at the top of the class
and she's smart.
I'm sure she'll be a commander.
I need to flip the switch.
This is a goal I need to set for myself.
I need to do my best
and I need to protect my home.
I need to do the right thing.
We're getting closer
to the real thing.
The level of the drills has gone up.
Things are actually becoming dangerous.
In the very near future
I'm going to be facing a terrorist,
right in front of me at close range.
It's hard to imagine.
It's no longer a game.
You have to keep yourself
and your friends safe,
or lives will be lost.
The squad...
-The squad...
Squad B will provide cover
towards target Yair 1.
Squad B will provide cover
towards target Yair 1.
And we will advance to capture the target.
And we will advance to capture the target.
Good. Commanders, go.
The platoon drill
is the last thing we have to do
before the beret march.
It's a summary of everything
we learned during basic training.
I have to prove myself.
Begin live-fire drill!
Begin live-fire drill!
Fire blast before charging!
Fire blast before charging!
Fire!
Negev ready!
Go, charge!
My ankle got me into trouble.
This always happens,
but this time I was carrying the Negev
and my gear,
which weighs about 45 lbs.
It's really heavy.
I was in so much pain,
but I had to keep going.
Drop down, cover,
stand by!
Great, I'm shifting left.
Na'ama, shift left.
Why aren't you firing?
One fires the rocket launcher!
Dammit.
Fire to cover the launcher!
Guys, why aren't you firing?
Negev operator!
-Na'ama?
Negev inoperable!
It hurt so bad
that I couldn't get the weapon to work.
Negev jammed!
Failure to feed,
failure to extract, empty magazine...
I feel like...
I'm ruining it for the squad.
End live-fire drill!
End live-fire drill!
How was the drill?
Could be better.
Could be a lot better.
This is so disappointing.
Ow, dammit.
A few notes on the drill.
First of all, I didn't see enough energy.
We didn't give it our all.
We could've done more, but...
-Excuse me?
Speak for yourself.
Pay attention, guys.
You have your weapon specializations.
Under no circumstances
should you fail to fire on an enemy.
You were within charging range
and your Negev operator didn't...
I did.
-Replace her drum. That can't happen.
It feels awful.
I'm so disappointed and really frustrated.
If I hadn't twisted my ankle,
this wouldn't have happened.
What's wrong?
I can't do this.
Is it your foot?
-Yeah.
I couldn't stand,
and I saw it was only getting worse.
And we have our beret march this week.
I can't believe that after
all my hard work and dedication,
I won't make it to my own beret march.
It's just awful.
I didn't think this would happen.
Hello?
What is it, baby?
Moshe.
What was the deal with the phone today?
Why...
Why were you on your phone?
Because I knew it was important.
You know you're not allowed to use the phone
without a commander's approval,
even if you have it on you.
I do.
-Well?
You need to think about doing better.
"What happens when we reach the battalion"
isn't just a line anymore.
It's two weeks away.
And in the battalion you won't get...
a second chance.
That doesn't happen.
Best case scenario, you get detention
for going on patrol without a helmet.
Worst case, you get shot in the head.
It all boils down to discipline, Moshe.
It starts with your appearance,
with being on your phone while you're on duty.
I need to know that when it's boiling hot
and you're getting out of the vehicle
during a drill, or on patrol,
you'll do it with a helmet,
and won't get annoyed
when you're told to put on your helmet.
Right now,
I have no way of knowing that.
You need to start making changes.
There's no tolerance for mistakes
in the battalion. It's not...
It's not training,
it's operational employment.
It's people's lives, it's...
it's our mission.
You can't underestimate it.
That won't fly.
If you make a mistake in the battalion,
they won't send you out.
You'll be guarding the gate,
and nothing else.
So you need to make a decision
to pull yourself together,
and figure out which way you want to go.
I don't take being here for granted.
A lot of people didn't believe
I'd finish basic training,
but I was waiting to get to the real thing,
actually keeping my home safe.
I live in Kiryat Arba.
There's a terrorist attack there
every other day.
There are human lives to consider.
What can I say? She's right.
I have to take responsibility.
Right now I don't know if I'll be able
to go on the beret march.
My foot really hurts
and it's really sad,
because this is the "money time".
But what can I do?
I've never felt like this before.
Our moving formation
should include 19 soldiers.
Okay.
-Cool?
Okay.
-Good.
The beret march
takes things to the next level.
It's a crazy hard trek.
It's so fucking cold.
I hope it'll be okay.
The beret march
concludes basic training.
It's the most exciting thing
that happens in basic training.
But I don't know...
It's still the hardest thing ever.
Everyone getting in position?
-Yes.
Where's Yana?
I swear, you look like an avocado.
There was a lot of excitement,
and nerves,
and feelings of wanting to get it over with.
Wanting to finally get our beret.
Anyone not feeling well?
Experiencing vomiting or diarrhea?
She just needs to agree.
She'll never agree.
My foot really hurts,
but there's no way
I'm giving up on this march.
You were told you can't go, weren't you?
No, she didn't tell me I can't go.
Commander Ada said I needed to see
the company medic,
that I should wait...
-Commander Ada, is she going?
No, of course not.
-You aren't going.
But the medic didn't see me yet.
-That's her, she's the medic.
But she didn't examine me.
I'll learn to march on crutches if I have to,
but I will go on this trek.
Medic, I have to do it.
How do you feel?
Is it any better?
Yes, it's better.
I felt really good today.
Yes?
You can go.
Great.
Going on the march is a must.
If you don't go on the beret march,
it's like you haven't done anything.
Good evening!
Good evening, Company Commander!
Guys, we are going on the beret march,
a trek that will conclude your training.
If things get hard,
make sure you help each other
and pull each other forwards.
Give it your all.
If you love,
love all the way.
If you're a friend,
be a friend all the way.
And if you're in the army,
then be here and give it your all.
We give our bodies,
our strength and our hearts
for someone, something other than ourselves.
We're here to keep our home safe,
and tomorrow morning
you'll have the privilege
of wearing your new berets
and joining our family.
Excited?
Yes, Platoon Commander!
Every day, when you glance
at your left shoulder,
it will remind you of good things.
This is what I most remember...
about my service.
The beret march.
Forget what you'll end up wearing.
There's so much more to this march:
Your friendship, everything you've done,
all your hard work.
This is your moment.
Alright, 3.
Bring it!
England, over.
Quiet. We've started.
Let's run.
The beginning is the hardest part of the march.
You're walking in the dark,
you can't see anything in any direction.
The most you can see
is the person in front of you.
The first three miles were tough.
I stopped feeling my legs.
It's scary, because you don't know
what else is coming up.
It's like Chinese torture.
At first it doesn't feel so bad,
and then everything goes south.
I can't breathe.
What is it?
Look at me.
I saw a few people
falling down around me.
It makes you want to stop too,
say, "Enough. I'm done."
Can you walk?
But you don't.
Stretcher to shoulder height.
-Stretcher to shoulder height.
Alright, we're moving, 3.
Switch.
It really hurt,
but there was no way
I wasn't going to carry the stretcher.
Stop talking.
-Shut up.
While you're carrying the stretcher,
you don't think about anything.
You just want it to be over.
I'm dying to get this over with.
You're just waiting for daybreak.
I tried to carry the stretcher,
switch with people whenever I could.
I tried to carry it as often as possible.
Still, it means carrying both your equipment
and another person on the stretcher,
and that isn't easy.
And you're not walking down a paved road.
You're in the mud.
It was hard, even for me.
There were moments
when I thought I couldn't do it anymore.
"I can't do it. I can't do it."
My head couldn't do it,
but somehow my feet kept moving.
It's hard walking
with all your gear on.
You're walking in the mud, you're...
It was an absolute nightmare.
But I wanted to prove to Ophir
that I can do the march
and that I can be a good soldier
out in the field.
Come on, Na'ama.
-I can't feel my foot. -Alright.
I was walking and I couldn't do it anymore.
My foot was dying.
I was about to fall down.
Na'ama, it hurts now,
but it'll hurt a little less next week.
I realized I couldn't actually
complete the march.
Come on, Na'ama, this is the end.
But people came, took hold of my arms
and started running with me.
Come on, Na'ama.
It was amazing,
that camaraderie
and that drive to finish.
Come on.
Go on, Na'ama. You can do it.
Just a little more.
I couldn't stop the march in the middle,
no matter how badly it hurt.
I made it all this way
to do this march and finish,
and that's what I'm going to do.
You have no more strength left.
You think you're done,
and then they tell you there's more.
It was hard. I pulled a muscle,
I was sore, my stomach hurt.
And it was hot... We went down a mountain
with the stretcher, then up again.
You tell yourself you can't do it anymore.
It's too hard. You don't want to.
You think,
"How will I finish the march like this?"
Who's up front?
Pick it up. Pick it up.
Last half-mile!
And then we realized
that the end was in sight.
Let's go, Lions!
Get under the stretcher!
When you see that,
it's like a bolt of energy.
Go, run, run, run!
You're high on adrenaline.
You go all the way.
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go, go, go!
You're dead on your feet,
but then you start to run
and you don't know
how you're doing it.
With each step I know
I'm getting closer to that beret,
to making it mine
and joining the battalion.
Alright!
Alright, let's go!
In that moment, you go
from being a recruit to being a fighter.
Go! Go!
Keep going!
-Go, go, go!
Good job!
Alright, Lions!
Ready!
-For battle!
Ready!
-For Battle!
Ready!
-For battle! Battle! Battle!
Platoon 3, wristwatches out.
Watches out, Platoon Commander!
In five minutes, the stretcher will be folded
and you'll be standing in threes.
And then we realized
we were looking at our own berets.
We looked at each other, thinking,
"Dammit. We're done."
We got through it.
There's a high that comes with...
your beret march.
There's nothing like it.
I feel like I've made it.
Thank you, Commander Ada.
Getting Commander Ada's beret
was a shock.
I'd like to see anyone try and tell us girls
that we can't do it.
Finishing and getting your beret
is a milestone.
It means being able to say, "I did it."
I didn't think I could.
How was the march?
It was great, wasn't it?
There's a kind of victory here.
I did it,
even though I didn't think I could.
When you get your beret,
you belong to something.
Yair, Yair, Yair.
First of all, I'm proud of you.
I really am.
Keep it safe, alright?
Ophir's beret is mine now.
That's one hell of a milestone.
I'm proud of each and every one of you
for completing and getting through the march.
It's moving.
You finally get the beret
you've been waiting for
these past four months.
It's the end of a chapter in your life,
and the beginning of a new one.
Next week you'll head out
to Pre-Employment Training,
where you'll practice
the drills and techniques we use
to defend our country's borders.
Suddenly you're a step away from the battalion.
This is what you've been waiting for
all through basic training.
Finally, you've gone from recruit to fighter.
November 2017 cycle,
Border Infantry Training Base.
Three, two, one...
Good morning, 3A.
Peleg, Almog, wake up.
Moshe.
Good morning. Get up.
Come on, Almog. Let's go.
We're on a very tight schedule today.
We have to meet it.
Watches out.
Watches, Commander Nehorai.
In the following time I want you
in service uniform, shoes shined.
Pack your things
and take everything out.
No dawdling.
We're finally leaving Sayarim Base.
That's it.
There's a feeling in the air
like we're heading for the real thing.
It's exciting, and a little scary.
We're finally heading to the battalion.
When I got to Sayarim,
I was a shitty soldier.
I didn't understand discipline,
I was as spoiled as could be.
Things are very different now.
On some level I'm glad
I was confined to base over so many weekends.
Listen, man.
Yeah, man?
-I can't believe I'm folding the flags, man.
This is our last day here.
I gotta swipe one, Butch.
What will you do with it at home?
I'm dying to know.
Seriously, Moshe? Did you just swipe a flag?
Shut up. Seriously, shut up.
There, it's folded.
The guy know how to fold.
Attention, Commander Nehorai.
Is this right?
No, do it like Moshe.
What's the difference?
It's crooked, Almog.
I don't feel like folding, Commander.
-Again.
It happened and it's over
but it still feels
like the end is always
a new beginning...
Today we leave Sayarim,
the absolute middle of nowhere.
It sucks that it's over,
but we're finally leaving.
I think everyone's excited
to be heading to the battalion,
to the real thing.
Anyone who slept in the bottom bunk
and hid candy above her,
now's the time to take them out.
Only Avigail did that.
-Avigail? -I took them out.
There's candy here, too.
There's candy there, and here.
I was very motivated when I got to Sayarim.
I'm just as motivated now.
I still want to be out in the field,
to see and feel what it's like.
Basic training was an experience
I'll never forget.
I'd do it all again
if I could do it with the same people.
The friendships I formed here
are ones I'd never give up.
Bye, bye, bye.
Get to the bus door
and start organizing everything.
Leaving Sayarim means
closing a chapter in your life.
When I think of the army, I think of Sayarim.
That's all I know.
It always seemed like home.
And now I'm going into the unknown.
Wow. There's no place like Sayarim.
I wish I came here before.
What a nice picture, Avigail.
We've reached the outpost.
The first thing you do
is open up a U-formation
with all your gear.
No entering the rooms yet.
Keren?
-Keren...
We've arrived at the Barvaz Outpost
in the Jordan Valley. In the mountains.
At first I was like,
"What? It's so small,
"compared to Sayarim.
What is this place?"
The landscape is completely different
from the one in Sayarim.
When we arrived
everything was in bloom, it was pretty
and green and nice.
Look at this luxury!
What a luxury.
We need push everything here.
Yana, unfold this leg for me.
Great. Come on.
Looks good?
-Yeah.
Man, I really want to see a riot.
Have you never seen one?
No. You live with riots.
You were born in...
Your mother breastfed you
during a riot.
She threw your bottle
at the terrorists.
Suddenly you leave a dump like Sayarim
and end up in the field.
Arrests, guard duty, patrols.
Hold the weapon in both hands.
There's no more time for nonsense.
We're starting to practice
everything we'll be doing
for the rest of our service.
Alright, how do we set up a checkpoint?
We're an army.
At the end of the day,
this is a civilian population
and we need to do our best.
We should be sensitive,
but also very aggressive.
At the end of the day,
we're here to do our job,
we're in charge
and things need to get done.
When you're at a checkpoint,
you're responsible
for any weapons that pass through
and might end up in the wrong hands.
It's an enormous responsibility.
Even if there are 80 cars,
don't panic.
We'll do our job professionally and calmly.
Exude confidence.
Good morning. How are you?
Turn off your engine,
keys on the roof of the car.
Where are you from?
Where are you headed?
Work.
-You got a work permit?
Check his ID.
It makes you feel
like your service really means something.
Where do you work?
Empty your pockets.
Stay back.
If I'm on duty for eight hours,
I'll spend the next eight hours
in the cold or the heat,
defending this country
with my body,
looking out for any idiot with a knife
or some guy who's lost it and decided
to become a terrorist.
Keep your weapon aimed at him.
On him.
If I really suspect him,
I'll have him undress completely.
I don't care.
If I truly suspect him,
his clothes come off.
Untuck your shirt.
Up. Lift it up.
Turn around.
Higher. Higher.
I can't see. Higher.
Now, at this point
I'll make him put his hands on the vehicle.
You think about
the people you'll pull over,
that you might suspect,
about what you'll do and how.
Who should you suspect?
Walk back.
Walk back. Back.
It's fine if you suspect someone.
It's natural.
Just start checking them.
I'm not going to stand there, shaking.
Back.
Legs wide.
If someone were to stop me in the middle...
at a checkpoint, or something,
pull me out of the car
and start detaining me as a suspect,
that would be awful. It would be hell.
But I chose to go to the front lines,
I chose to do this.
While you're checking them...
If I'm here, this is the side that I'll check.
I'm not going to reach over like this.
I can't change reality.
I can't stop the checkpoints from existing,
but I can control how the checkpoint is handled
and how the people,
the soldiers at the checkpoint will behave.
And that...
That is the little that I can do.
Get down on the floor.
Why?
-Because I said so.
He could be a suspect,
or he could be a regular guy
who got annoyed at the traffic this morning.
The checkpoint drill went okay.
It made me want
to start working in the field.
Alright, guys. You with me?
Yes.
-Great.
You guys are all fighters, okay?
Guys and girls, sorry.
-Thanks.
Since the First Intifada,
the IDF has had to contend
with a slightly different kind of combat.
We're dealing
with combat against civilians.
That means children, women,
elderly people.
That's why the IDF has
developed LLWs - Less-Lethal Weapons,
and LLAs - Less-Lethal Ammo.
This grenade is called a CS40.
It's a gas grenade.
It's a stupid grenade,
which means
wherever I throw it
it'll hit and start leaking gas for 20 seconds.
Regarding riots,
it could either be 10 bored schoolkids
who decided to throw rocks at you
on their way back home,
or it could mean we've been spotted
during an arrest operation,
and the entire village is in chaos
and we've got a riot we never planned for.
Ready, everyone?
Load a single bullet.
Four, two, fire!
Dammit, it's heading this way.
Suddenly I felt the wind change,
and a cloud was headed towards us...
Oh, it burns.
High-capacity gas grenade.
Guys, the gas is heading our way.
Nobody run,
just cover your face
and wait for it to pass.
Oh, I can't breathe.
Motherfucker. I can't breathe.
I wanted to die.
Goddammit.
Getting gassed isn't fun.
This really isn't necessary.
Lead by example.
If you're gonna fire this at a riot,
you should know what it feels like.
Using gas grenades, stun grenades,
isn't the answer.
I don't believe in it.
I believe in firearms.
Friends, we're beginning the simulation.
We need two fighters for this.
One, two. Come on up.
When you're practicing a scenario,
act like it's really happening.
We've caught someone throwing rocks.
A rock hit a very good friend of ours.
It hit her here, above the eye.
Now she's in the hospital with stitches.
We caught him and brought him here.
We've been ordered to guard him
until the Shin Bet comes
to take him in for questioning.
Can I get some water?
-Shut up.
Water.
-Shut up.
Choke, dog.
Can I go pee?
Pee in your pants.
I was shocked
at the way they behaved.
I was shocked at the thought that...
they thought it was alright.
You can shit in the pot.
Unzip my pants.
I'll unzip your face.
How am I going to shit?
You managed to throw rocks,
I'm sure you can manage to shit.
How will I shit?
-The same way you threw rocks.
In my pants?
-Yes. -In your pants.
Okay. Thank you very much.
Alright, guys.
What we've just seen
are soldiers guarding
detainees we've brought in.
You'll have to do that pretty often.
Sometimes you'll be spending
entire nights guarding a prisoner.
Did you notice the way they behaved?
They were violent and abusive.
They don't get the reality of the situation.
If you don't come from the West Bank,
you can't understand it.
Any prisoner, no matter who they are,
has the right to decent conditions.
It's all well and good
when you're in an air-conditioned classroom,
but as someone who lives there,
I've seen things none of these people have,
and they don't understand it.
Is there anyone here
who would've behaved differently?
Yes, Avigail?
Beyond the rules,
there's the issue of basic logic
and human decency.
He's already tied up,
he poses no threat.
There's no reason to say these things,
to wish things upon him.
No reason to say
you'll arrest his mother
or the rest of his family.
And if he asks for water and the bathroom,
then just say yes.
Even if he swears at you...
Let's say he was swearing at you.
You should've just kept your mouth shut.
-But he's a terrorist.
That's fine, Moshe, but it's not your job
to sentence him.
You're not a judge
and you're not an executive authority.
Your mission is to arrest him,
which you have,
and guard him
until he can be brought to justice.
Even if he'd hit
my own mother with that rock...
and he sat there...
-I don't believe you.
Cool. Don't believe me.
-I don't.
And it's a shame you don't think
this is the right thing to do.
I want to believe
that when they end up in that situation,
they won't behave that way.
That they won't abuse the guy
or hit him
or curse him.
There are rules against that.
It's illegal, it's immoral, it's wrong.
You just can't act that way.
I want you to understand
that we are not enacting vengeance.
I don't know if everyone heard,
but I was sitting over there
and I could hear Moshe saying,
"We're going to detain
your sister and your mother."
Did you really mean that?
Yes.
Yes.
And you think that's okay?
It depends.
What do mean, it depends?
Going by what we learned, no.
Logically, yes.
He has no logic.
I think you're the ones without logic.
We'll work on it.
Obviously it's aggravating and irritating
to watch your friends get hurt
and not be able to do anything about it.
But you have no choice.
Got it?
Because if you don't follow logic,
you'll follow orders.
And if you don't cause any conflict with him
there's no reason he'll talk to you
or swear at you.
The guy is handcuffed and blindfolded.
All you have to do
is make sure he doesn't escape,
doesn't pick anything up,
doesn't cut the handcuff,
doesn't lift the blindfold.
If you'll act
like high school bullies around him,
then yes, he will swear at you
and he will attack you.
He wants you to hit him
and he wants to avoid a Shin Bet interrogation.
If there's a single scratch on him,
you've ruined everything.
You have to guard him
as though he was ammo.
You don't talk to ammo, right?
Then don't talk to the prisoner.
It's very hard to show restraint
in front of a terrorist who hurt someone.
If I know my friend's dad or brother
died because of this,
it's hard to restrain yourself
in front of a guy like that.
I just don't trust this company
to treat people well.
Like, the bare minimum of behavior.
I don't really think Moshe would do that.
And I don't think Almog
will really act that way, in the moment.
If someone came up to me
and I told them to stop,
and they seemed suspicious,
I'd shoot them dead.
You're saying awful things, Karina.
I don't know.
-Then don't say it if you don't believe it
and can't stand by what you're saying.
Because what you're saying...
-No, I believe...
It's racist and it's awful.
-People who want to hurt you should be hurt.
Fine, but not every Arab
wants to hurt you.
If there's a danger,
I'd rather shoot and go to jail
than get killed.
Do you ever think about
what might happen to us in the field?
If I think about it too hard,
if I think,
"Wow, he could hurt me..."
I'll just...
I don't think I'd want to do
what I'm doing.
I do it because I believe I'm keeping us safe.
And I don't think about
how I might get hurt.
Obviously, I might get hurt.
It's always there in the back of your mind.
You do think about it,
but I mean...
it's not a useful thought.
Honestly, it's just...
I can't afford to think about it
during the week.
I think about it on Friday,
when I'm alone with my thoughts.
You don't think Moshe and I
behaved well during the drill?
What do you think?
I think I'd be even worse.
What would you do?
Guided visualization.
Close your eyes.
Don't want to.
Close your eyes.
-I don't trust you.
What am I going to do?
Don't know. You're a leftist.
What does that have to do with anything?
-I'm scared.
What are you doing in the army?
What do you mean?
-What are you defending?
Them, from you.
Is that what you're here to do?
-No.
Go join a human rights organization.
No, but I really think...
I really do believe in the army,
I think it's necessary
and I think sometimes
you need to do certain things
or fight certain wars
or make certain arrests,
and there are people who, unfortunately,
you need to kill.
At the same time,
there are people you shouldn't kill.
And when you're in a room
with a detainee
who's handcuffed and blindfolded,
who can't do anything to you,
shouldn't be abused.
Why not?
What good would it do?
It'll make me feel better.
-And that's...
Make me smile.
-Cool, then go
hit a punching bag for a while.
That'll make you feel better.
It's the same feeling.
-No it isn't.
When you know you're hitting
a terrorist who was trying to kill you,
it's a different sort of feeling.
But Almog, you've arrested him.
He's been neutralized.
He can't do anything.
Why would you abuse him?
Because he tried to kill me...
-But that's not your job.
Kill or be killed.
-But there are laws in this country.
But I'm telling you, when...
-Almog, what does this say?
IDF. The IDF makes the rules.
No one cares about Almog's rules.
I know there are rules,
I know there are lines you shouldn't cross,
but if you threaten them,
if you're aggressive and assertive
and you show them you aren't afraid,
that you're here,
then they'll be scared to do it
and they'll do it a lot less often.
What if a Jewish guy
was throwing rocks at you?
Would you beat him?
Don't bullshit me, Almog.
Beat him? No.
Why's that?
-Because he's Jewish. -He tried to kill you.
Kill or be killed.
Fine, but he's Jewish.
What's the difference?
Honestly, what's the difference?
-He's Arab!
What is it?
Is it because he speaks Arabic?
That, too.
-That, too? Where are your grandparents from?
Morocco.
-Well? What language do they speak there?
Moroccan.
-Which is a dialect of...
What's a dialect?
I don't know if anyone's
ever spoken to Almog
about the question of the army's morality.
So the mere fact that I'm talking to him
about these things,
makes a difference.
Let's proceed towards peace, Almog.
I'm too close to her.
She scares me.
Alright, listen up.
You're about to see several
filmed scenarios.
You'll be standing with a loaded magazine,
like you would in the field.
Only cock your weapon
when you feel threatened.
Alright, Moshe.
You're my number 2.
Stay close, keep me safe.
Whatever happens,
I need you close by.
Great.
Alright, stay sharp.
That simulation
wasn't far from reality.
I've seen terrorist attacks like that.
Where I live,
whenever you hitchhike
you imagine someone
might try and kill you,
that there will be a terrorist attack.
Alright, Moshe. Unload the magazine.
Disassemble the weapon.
An event like that
shouldn't require more than three bullets.
You're completely unaware of your weapon
if you're shooting off magazines like that.
You've emptied your magazine.
Great. How many bullets was that?
26.
-If there's another one, what will you do then?
Will you start replacing your magazine?
You need to be precise.
It should take you
no more than three bullets maximum
to kill the terrorist.
Don't fire 29 bullets at him.
It's not professional.
You won't be here
if you can't handle weapons responsibly.
They don't understand me.
They'll never understand me.
I want to leave.
I'm going home.
I'm sick of this crap.
There's Hebron, Gush Etzion.
Look, there's Tarqumiyah.
There was a terrorist attack here.
Over here a terrorist got in
and murdered a 12-year-old girl
while she was sleeping in her home.
This is it, Kiryat Arba.
Alright, thanks man.
I lost three people close to me
over the past two years.
It all comes up.
Two years ago,
a friend was stabbed 11 times.
I arrived just after he'd been stabbed.
When I got there
the guy was almost dead.
There was a huge puddle of blood,
his guts were spilled out.
The soldier there was shaking like a leaf.
He was in shock.
At that moment I told myself
that when I become a soldier,
I won't let that happen to me.
I won't freeze.
What happened to make you
leave the army and everything?
I can't explain it.
Explain what?
I want to be there but...
it's hard.
And I've reached a breaking point.
The interesting thing is,
Mom keeps saying,
"Moshe never reaches
the point of no return.
"He doesn't run away.
He doesn't break the rules."
Something prevented you
from breaking the rules.
That's not where I'm at right now.
Then where are you?
Don't know.
Why did you enlist?
To keep people safe.
-Right.
And what happened?
What made you...
decide to give it up?
We simulated a terrorist attack.
I immediately fired,
and instead of stopping after
four, five, seven bullets...
You kept going.
-Emptied my magazine.
Why?
Instinct.
-What did you want to do?
Don't know.
When do you recognize the need
to restrain yourself at a checkpoint?
When I'm at a regular checkpoint
and Arabs show up,
if they look a little suspicious
I'll tear their car apart.
First of all,
you should know that when I was a soldier
I respected people.
I mean, the idea of tearing anything up
didn't exist for me.
At the end of the day, they're people.
They have kids and everything.
Regardless of our differences,
he's... a human being.
What if he's a terrorist?
The second he turns out to be a terrorist,
he'll be treated like one.
Do you believe
that restraint is power?
No.
-Why not?
I don't think it's power.
As a fighter,
it's important you know
that at the end of the day,
your job is to keep people safe.
You need to stay as calm as possible.
That's the art of being a fighter,
the moment when you need
to do everything with sensitivity.
In short, it takes a lot of patience
to go on these kinds of missions.
Listen, Moshe.
We've lived through terror attacks here.
People have thrown rocks, shot at us,
everything.
I had a feeling this situation
caused some damage within you.
But I knew you'd get over it
and move on.
You're a combat soldier now.
A soldier in the IDF.
The army is an opportunity
to make the best of yourself.
To prove to yourself
that you can do it,
and just keep moving forwards.
Mom and I, all of us, believe in you.
We're proud of you.
Don't take a single step back.
Alright?
-Sure.
Look at that smile.
Look at that smile.
Look at that smile.
What's up?
Listen, I'm ready to come back.
We'll talk about it when I get there.
That's not reason to get up and leave.
If things are hard for you, then come to us.
There are commanders here,
you can talk to every one of us.
Alright.
I see you saying "Alright"
and trying to act tough,
like it's all well and good,
but you don't fool me.
Why did you get up and leave?
Okay.
I won't confine you to base this weekend.
I've decided to...
spare you. Don't know why.
You'll start your detention on Sunday.
I'm telling you, Moshe,
this is your last chance.
The last one.
Go eat.
It won't happen again.
How come they let you back in?
Damn, I missed you.
Peace be with you.
Where are you headed?
I've seen a lot.
These things will always stay with me.
I wish I could take a pill
and forget it all.
I'd forget all about my past,
forget about my friends who died.
Forget all the shit I've been through.
You want to forget it,
because you can't keep living like this.
But I have to let it go.
I want to be a good fighter.
To protect my people, my nation.
---
Growing up in Kiryat Arba
means hearing gunshots at night.
It means going to work in the morning
and not knowing whether you'll come back.
You look at every stopped vehicle
and wonder if that person
will come up and stab you in the back.
I was a troublemaker.
I got into trouble with the law.
How come they let you enlist?
I fought for three years
to be allowed into the army.
People kept my home safe,
shouldn't I return the favor?
Listen,
I don't care about your criminal past.
I'll be honest with you,
I don't care what you were.
I care what you are now.
Suddenly you're here and you think,
"Huh. Maybe this is where
I can find myself."
Take him down, Moshe.
Nice, good job.
A person is a little of what he's born with
and a lot of what he makes of himself.
This is the first time
I've made my parents proud.
You look good, sweetie.
I swear.
At the end of the 10th grade
I left to study at an international school.
I had friends from Syria,
Lebanon, Egypt, Yemen.
Try it.
I just can't do it.
It raises a very difficult moral dilemma
that's hard for me to handle.
There are people in this platoon
who got their weapon and were all,
"Oh, this is so cool.
It's like paintball!"
It's not cool. It kills people.
People die for nothing.
I really think it's wrong.
Why? Because I'm an 18 year-old kid.
You're a soldier, not a kid.
Everyone's talking about
all the awful things the army is going.
If I have the right, or the duty,
to enlist,
then I'll do it
and I'll see for myself
what's really going on.
We're starting to look to the future,
to the field.
She's at the top of the class
and she's smart.
I'm sure she'll be a commander.
I need to flip the switch.
This is a goal I need to set for myself.
I need to do my best
and I need to protect my home.
I need to do the right thing.
We're getting closer
to the real thing.
The level of the drills has gone up.
Things are actually becoming dangerous.
In the very near future
I'm going to be facing a terrorist,
right in front of me at close range.
It's hard to imagine.
It's no longer a game.
You have to keep yourself
and your friends safe,
or lives will be lost.
The squad...
-The squad...
Squad B will provide cover
towards target Yair 1.
Squad B will provide cover
towards target Yair 1.
And we will advance to capture the target.
And we will advance to capture the target.
Good. Commanders, go.
The platoon drill
is the last thing we have to do
before the beret march.
It's a summary of everything
we learned during basic training.
I have to prove myself.
Begin live-fire drill!
Begin live-fire drill!
Fire blast before charging!
Fire blast before charging!
Fire!
Negev ready!
Go, charge!
My ankle got me into trouble.
This always happens,
but this time I was carrying the Negev
and my gear,
which weighs about 45 lbs.
It's really heavy.
I was in so much pain,
but I had to keep going.
Drop down, cover,
stand by!
Great, I'm shifting left.
Na'ama, shift left.
Why aren't you firing?
One fires the rocket launcher!
Dammit.
Fire to cover the launcher!
Guys, why aren't you firing?
Negev operator!
-Na'ama?
Negev inoperable!
It hurt so bad
that I couldn't get the weapon to work.
Negev jammed!
Failure to feed,
failure to extract, empty magazine...
I feel like...
I'm ruining it for the squad.
End live-fire drill!
End live-fire drill!
How was the drill?
Could be better.
Could be a lot better.
This is so disappointing.
Ow, dammit.
A few notes on the drill.
First of all, I didn't see enough energy.
We didn't give it our all.
We could've done more, but...
-Excuse me?
Speak for yourself.
Pay attention, guys.
You have your weapon specializations.
Under no circumstances
should you fail to fire on an enemy.
You were within charging range
and your Negev operator didn't...
I did.
-Replace her drum. That can't happen.
It feels awful.
I'm so disappointed and really frustrated.
If I hadn't twisted my ankle,
this wouldn't have happened.
What's wrong?
I can't do this.
Is it your foot?
-Yeah.
I couldn't stand,
and I saw it was only getting worse.
And we have our beret march this week.
I can't believe that after
all my hard work and dedication,
I won't make it to my own beret march.
It's just awful.
I didn't think this would happen.
Hello?
What is it, baby?
Moshe.
What was the deal with the phone today?
Why...
Why were you on your phone?
Because I knew it was important.
You know you're not allowed to use the phone
without a commander's approval,
even if you have it on you.
I do.
-Well?
You need to think about doing better.
"What happens when we reach the battalion"
isn't just a line anymore.
It's two weeks away.
And in the battalion you won't get...
a second chance.
That doesn't happen.
Best case scenario, you get detention
for going on patrol without a helmet.
Worst case, you get shot in the head.
It all boils down to discipline, Moshe.
It starts with your appearance,
with being on your phone while you're on duty.
I need to know that when it's boiling hot
and you're getting out of the vehicle
during a drill, or on patrol,
you'll do it with a helmet,
and won't get annoyed
when you're told to put on your helmet.
Right now,
I have no way of knowing that.
You need to start making changes.
There's no tolerance for mistakes
in the battalion. It's not...
It's not training,
it's operational employment.
It's people's lives, it's...
it's our mission.
You can't underestimate it.
That won't fly.
If you make a mistake in the battalion,
they won't send you out.
You'll be guarding the gate,
and nothing else.
So you need to make a decision
to pull yourself together,
and figure out which way you want to go.
I don't take being here for granted.
A lot of people didn't believe
I'd finish basic training,
but I was waiting to get to the real thing,
actually keeping my home safe.
I live in Kiryat Arba.
There's a terrorist attack there
every other day.
There are human lives to consider.
What can I say? She's right.
I have to take responsibility.
Right now I don't know if I'll be able
to go on the beret march.
My foot really hurts
and it's really sad,
because this is the "money time".
But what can I do?
I've never felt like this before.
Our moving formation
should include 19 soldiers.
Okay.
-Cool?
Okay.
-Good.
The beret march
takes things to the next level.
It's a crazy hard trek.
It's so fucking cold.
I hope it'll be okay.
The beret march
concludes basic training.
It's the most exciting thing
that happens in basic training.
But I don't know...
It's still the hardest thing ever.
Everyone getting in position?
-Yes.
Where's Yana?
I swear, you look like an avocado.
There was a lot of excitement,
and nerves,
and feelings of wanting to get it over with.
Wanting to finally get our beret.
Anyone not feeling well?
Experiencing vomiting or diarrhea?
She just needs to agree.
She'll never agree.
My foot really hurts,
but there's no way
I'm giving up on this march.
You were told you can't go, weren't you?
No, she didn't tell me I can't go.
Commander Ada said I needed to see
the company medic,
that I should wait...
-Commander Ada, is she going?
No, of course not.
-You aren't going.
But the medic didn't see me yet.
-That's her, she's the medic.
But she didn't examine me.
I'll learn to march on crutches if I have to,
but I will go on this trek.
Medic, I have to do it.
How do you feel?
Is it any better?
Yes, it's better.
I felt really good today.
Yes?
You can go.
Great.
Going on the march is a must.
If you don't go on the beret march,
it's like you haven't done anything.
Good evening!
Good evening, Company Commander!
Guys, we are going on the beret march,
a trek that will conclude your training.
If things get hard,
make sure you help each other
and pull each other forwards.
Give it your all.
If you love,
love all the way.
If you're a friend,
be a friend all the way.
And if you're in the army,
then be here and give it your all.
We give our bodies,
our strength and our hearts
for someone, something other than ourselves.
We're here to keep our home safe,
and tomorrow morning
you'll have the privilege
of wearing your new berets
and joining our family.
Excited?
Yes, Platoon Commander!
Every day, when you glance
at your left shoulder,
it will remind you of good things.
This is what I most remember...
about my service.
The beret march.
Forget what you'll end up wearing.
There's so much more to this march:
Your friendship, everything you've done,
all your hard work.
This is your moment.
Alright, 3.
Bring it!
England, over.
Quiet. We've started.
Let's run.
The beginning is the hardest part of the march.
You're walking in the dark,
you can't see anything in any direction.
The most you can see
is the person in front of you.
The first three miles were tough.
I stopped feeling my legs.
It's scary, because you don't know
what else is coming up.
It's like Chinese torture.
At first it doesn't feel so bad,
and then everything goes south.
I can't breathe.
What is it?
Look at me.
I saw a few people
falling down around me.
It makes you want to stop too,
say, "Enough. I'm done."
Can you walk?
But you don't.
Stretcher to shoulder height.
-Stretcher to shoulder height.
Alright, we're moving, 3.
Switch.
It really hurt,
but there was no way
I wasn't going to carry the stretcher.
Stop talking.
-Shut up.
While you're carrying the stretcher,
you don't think about anything.
You just want it to be over.
I'm dying to get this over with.
You're just waiting for daybreak.
I tried to carry the stretcher,
switch with people whenever I could.
I tried to carry it as often as possible.
Still, it means carrying both your equipment
and another person on the stretcher,
and that isn't easy.
And you're not walking down a paved road.
You're in the mud.
It was hard, even for me.
There were moments
when I thought I couldn't do it anymore.
"I can't do it. I can't do it."
My head couldn't do it,
but somehow my feet kept moving.
It's hard walking
with all your gear on.
You're walking in the mud, you're...
It was an absolute nightmare.
But I wanted to prove to Ophir
that I can do the march
and that I can be a good soldier
out in the field.
Come on, Na'ama.
-I can't feel my foot. -Alright.
I was walking and I couldn't do it anymore.
My foot was dying.
I was about to fall down.
Na'ama, it hurts now,
but it'll hurt a little less next week.
I realized I couldn't actually
complete the march.
Come on, Na'ama, this is the end.
But people came, took hold of my arms
and started running with me.
Come on, Na'ama.
It was amazing,
that camaraderie
and that drive to finish.
Come on.
Go on, Na'ama. You can do it.
Just a little more.
I couldn't stop the march in the middle,
no matter how badly it hurt.
I made it all this way
to do this march and finish,
and that's what I'm going to do.
You have no more strength left.
You think you're done,
and then they tell you there's more.
It was hard. I pulled a muscle,
I was sore, my stomach hurt.
And it was hot... We went down a mountain
with the stretcher, then up again.
You tell yourself you can't do it anymore.
It's too hard. You don't want to.
You think,
"How will I finish the march like this?"
Who's up front?
Pick it up. Pick it up.
Last half-mile!
And then we realized
that the end was in sight.
Let's go, Lions!
Get under the stretcher!
When you see that,
it's like a bolt of energy.
Go, run, run, run!
You're high on adrenaline.
You go all the way.
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go, go, go!
You're dead on your feet,
but then you start to run
and you don't know
how you're doing it.
With each step I know
I'm getting closer to that beret,
to making it mine
and joining the battalion.
Alright!
Alright, let's go!
In that moment, you go
from being a recruit to being a fighter.
Go! Go!
Keep going!
-Go, go, go!
Good job!
Alright, Lions!
Ready!
-For battle!
Ready!
-For Battle!
Ready!
-For battle! Battle! Battle!
Platoon 3, wristwatches out.
Watches out, Platoon Commander!
In five minutes, the stretcher will be folded
and you'll be standing in threes.
And then we realized
we were looking at our own berets.
We looked at each other, thinking,
"Dammit. We're done."
We got through it.
There's a high that comes with...
your beret march.
There's nothing like it.
I feel like I've made it.
Thank you, Commander Ada.
Getting Commander Ada's beret
was a shock.
I'd like to see anyone try and tell us girls
that we can't do it.
Finishing and getting your beret
is a milestone.
It means being able to say, "I did it."
I didn't think I could.
How was the march?
It was great, wasn't it?
There's a kind of victory here.
I did it,
even though I didn't think I could.
When you get your beret,
you belong to something.
Yair, Yair, Yair.
First of all, I'm proud of you.
I really am.
Keep it safe, alright?
Ophir's beret is mine now.
That's one hell of a milestone.
I'm proud of each and every one of you
for completing and getting through the march.
It's moving.
You finally get the beret
you've been waiting for
these past four months.
It's the end of a chapter in your life,
and the beginning of a new one.
Next week you'll head out
to Pre-Employment Training,
where you'll practice
the drills and techniques we use
to defend our country's borders.
Suddenly you're a step away from the battalion.
This is what you've been waiting for
all through basic training.
Finally, you've gone from recruit to fighter.
November 2017 cycle,
Border Infantry Training Base.
Three, two, one...
Good morning, 3A.
Peleg, Almog, wake up.
Moshe.
Good morning. Get up.
Come on, Almog. Let's go.
We're on a very tight schedule today.
We have to meet it.
Watches out.
Watches, Commander Nehorai.
In the following time I want you
in service uniform, shoes shined.
Pack your things
and take everything out.
No dawdling.
We're finally leaving Sayarim Base.
That's it.
There's a feeling in the air
like we're heading for the real thing.
It's exciting, and a little scary.
We're finally heading to the battalion.
When I got to Sayarim,
I was a shitty soldier.
I didn't understand discipline,
I was as spoiled as could be.
Things are very different now.
On some level I'm glad
I was confined to base over so many weekends.
Listen, man.
Yeah, man?
-I can't believe I'm folding the flags, man.
This is our last day here.
I gotta swipe one, Butch.
What will you do with it at home?
I'm dying to know.
Seriously, Moshe? Did you just swipe a flag?
Shut up. Seriously, shut up.
There, it's folded.
The guy know how to fold.
Attention, Commander Nehorai.
Is this right?
No, do it like Moshe.
What's the difference?
It's crooked, Almog.
I don't feel like folding, Commander.
-Again.
It happened and it's over
but it still feels
like the end is always
a new beginning...
Today we leave Sayarim,
the absolute middle of nowhere.
It sucks that it's over,
but we're finally leaving.
I think everyone's excited
to be heading to the battalion,
to the real thing.
Anyone who slept in the bottom bunk
and hid candy above her,
now's the time to take them out.
Only Avigail did that.
-Avigail? -I took them out.
There's candy here, too.
There's candy there, and here.
I was very motivated when I got to Sayarim.
I'm just as motivated now.
I still want to be out in the field,
to see and feel what it's like.
Basic training was an experience
I'll never forget.
I'd do it all again
if I could do it with the same people.
The friendships I formed here
are ones I'd never give up.
Bye, bye, bye.
Get to the bus door
and start organizing everything.
Leaving Sayarim means
closing a chapter in your life.
When I think of the army, I think of Sayarim.
That's all I know.
It always seemed like home.
And now I'm going into the unknown.
Wow. There's no place like Sayarim.
I wish I came here before.
What a nice picture, Avigail.
We've reached the outpost.
The first thing you do
is open up a U-formation
with all your gear.
No entering the rooms yet.
Keren?
-Keren...
We've arrived at the Barvaz Outpost
in the Jordan Valley. In the mountains.
At first I was like,
"What? It's so small,
"compared to Sayarim.
What is this place?"
The landscape is completely different
from the one in Sayarim.
When we arrived
everything was in bloom, it was pretty
and green and nice.
Look at this luxury!
What a luxury.
We need push everything here.
Yana, unfold this leg for me.
Great. Come on.
Looks good?
-Yeah.
Man, I really want to see a riot.
Have you never seen one?
No. You live with riots.
You were born in...
Your mother breastfed you
during a riot.
She threw your bottle
at the terrorists.
Suddenly you leave a dump like Sayarim
and end up in the field.
Arrests, guard duty, patrols.
Hold the weapon in both hands.
There's no more time for nonsense.
We're starting to practice
everything we'll be doing
for the rest of our service.
Alright, how do we set up a checkpoint?
We're an army.
At the end of the day,
this is a civilian population
and we need to do our best.
We should be sensitive,
but also very aggressive.
At the end of the day,
we're here to do our job,
we're in charge
and things need to get done.
When you're at a checkpoint,
you're responsible
for any weapons that pass through
and might end up in the wrong hands.
It's an enormous responsibility.
Even if there are 80 cars,
don't panic.
We'll do our job professionally and calmly.
Exude confidence.
Good morning. How are you?
Turn off your engine,
keys on the roof of the car.
Where are you from?
Where are you headed?
Work.
-You got a work permit?
Check his ID.
It makes you feel
like your service really means something.
Where do you work?
Empty your pockets.
Stay back.
If I'm on duty for eight hours,
I'll spend the next eight hours
in the cold or the heat,
defending this country
with my body,
looking out for any idiot with a knife
or some guy who's lost it and decided
to become a terrorist.
Keep your weapon aimed at him.
On him.
If I really suspect him,
I'll have him undress completely.
I don't care.
If I truly suspect him,
his clothes come off.
Untuck your shirt.
Up. Lift it up.
Turn around.
Higher. Higher.
I can't see. Higher.
Now, at this point
I'll make him put his hands on the vehicle.
You think about
the people you'll pull over,
that you might suspect,
about what you'll do and how.
Who should you suspect?
Walk back.
Walk back. Back.
It's fine if you suspect someone.
It's natural.
Just start checking them.
I'm not going to stand there, shaking.
Back.
Legs wide.
If someone were to stop me in the middle...
at a checkpoint, or something,
pull me out of the car
and start detaining me as a suspect,
that would be awful. It would be hell.
But I chose to go to the front lines,
I chose to do this.
While you're checking them...
If I'm here, this is the side that I'll check.
I'm not going to reach over like this.
I can't change reality.
I can't stop the checkpoints from existing,
but I can control how the checkpoint is handled
and how the people,
the soldiers at the checkpoint will behave.
And that...
That is the little that I can do.
Get down on the floor.
Why?
-Because I said so.
He could be a suspect,
or he could be a regular guy
who got annoyed at the traffic this morning.
The checkpoint drill went okay.
It made me want
to start working in the field.
Alright, guys. You with me?
Yes.
-Great.
You guys are all fighters, okay?
Guys and girls, sorry.
-Thanks.
Since the First Intifada,
the IDF has had to contend
with a slightly different kind of combat.
We're dealing
with combat against civilians.
That means children, women,
elderly people.
That's why the IDF has
developed LLWs - Less-Lethal Weapons,
and LLAs - Less-Lethal Ammo.
This grenade is called a CS40.
It's a gas grenade.
It's a stupid grenade,
which means
wherever I throw it
it'll hit and start leaking gas for 20 seconds.
Regarding riots,
it could either be 10 bored schoolkids
who decided to throw rocks at you
on their way back home,
or it could mean we've been spotted
during an arrest operation,
and the entire village is in chaos
and we've got a riot we never planned for.
Ready, everyone?
Load a single bullet.
Four, two, fire!
Dammit, it's heading this way.
Suddenly I felt the wind change,
and a cloud was headed towards us...
Oh, it burns.
High-capacity gas grenade.
Guys, the gas is heading our way.
Nobody run,
just cover your face
and wait for it to pass.
Oh, I can't breathe.
Motherfucker. I can't breathe.
I wanted to die.
Goddammit.
Getting gassed isn't fun.
This really isn't necessary.
Lead by example.
If you're gonna fire this at a riot,
you should know what it feels like.
Using gas grenades, stun grenades,
isn't the answer.
I don't believe in it.
I believe in firearms.
Friends, we're beginning the simulation.
We need two fighters for this.
One, two. Come on up.
When you're practicing a scenario,
act like it's really happening.
We've caught someone throwing rocks.
A rock hit a very good friend of ours.
It hit her here, above the eye.
Now she's in the hospital with stitches.
We caught him and brought him here.
We've been ordered to guard him
until the Shin Bet comes
to take him in for questioning.
Can I get some water?
-Shut up.
Water.
-Shut up.
Choke, dog.
Can I go pee?
Pee in your pants.
I was shocked
at the way they behaved.
I was shocked at the thought that...
they thought it was alright.
You can shit in the pot.
Unzip my pants.
I'll unzip your face.
How am I going to shit?
You managed to throw rocks,
I'm sure you can manage to shit.
How will I shit?
-The same way you threw rocks.
In my pants?
-Yes. -In your pants.
Okay. Thank you very much.
Alright, guys.
What we've just seen
are soldiers guarding
detainees we've brought in.
You'll have to do that pretty often.
Sometimes you'll be spending
entire nights guarding a prisoner.
Did you notice the way they behaved?
They were violent and abusive.
They don't get the reality of the situation.
If you don't come from the West Bank,
you can't understand it.
Any prisoner, no matter who they are,
has the right to decent conditions.
It's all well and good
when you're in an air-conditioned classroom,
but as someone who lives there,
I've seen things none of these people have,
and they don't understand it.
Is there anyone here
who would've behaved differently?
Yes, Avigail?
Beyond the rules,
there's the issue of basic logic
and human decency.
He's already tied up,
he poses no threat.
There's no reason to say these things,
to wish things upon him.
No reason to say
you'll arrest his mother
or the rest of his family.
And if he asks for water and the bathroom,
then just say yes.
Even if he swears at you...
Let's say he was swearing at you.
You should've just kept your mouth shut.
-But he's a terrorist.
That's fine, Moshe, but it's not your job
to sentence him.
You're not a judge
and you're not an executive authority.
Your mission is to arrest him,
which you have,
and guard him
until he can be brought to justice.
Even if he'd hit
my own mother with that rock...
and he sat there...
-I don't believe you.
Cool. Don't believe me.
-I don't.
And it's a shame you don't think
this is the right thing to do.
I want to believe
that when they end up in that situation,
they won't behave that way.
That they won't abuse the guy
or hit him
or curse him.
There are rules against that.
It's illegal, it's immoral, it's wrong.
You just can't act that way.
I want you to understand
that we are not enacting vengeance.
I don't know if everyone heard,
but I was sitting over there
and I could hear Moshe saying,
"We're going to detain
your sister and your mother."
Did you really mean that?
Yes.
Yes.
And you think that's okay?
It depends.
What do mean, it depends?
Going by what we learned, no.
Logically, yes.
He has no logic.
I think you're the ones without logic.
We'll work on it.
Obviously it's aggravating and irritating
to watch your friends get hurt
and not be able to do anything about it.
But you have no choice.
Got it?
Because if you don't follow logic,
you'll follow orders.
And if you don't cause any conflict with him
there's no reason he'll talk to you
or swear at you.
The guy is handcuffed and blindfolded.
All you have to do
is make sure he doesn't escape,
doesn't pick anything up,
doesn't cut the handcuff,
doesn't lift the blindfold.
If you'll act
like high school bullies around him,
then yes, he will swear at you
and he will attack you.
He wants you to hit him
and he wants to avoid a Shin Bet interrogation.
If there's a single scratch on him,
you've ruined everything.
You have to guard him
as though he was ammo.
You don't talk to ammo, right?
Then don't talk to the prisoner.
It's very hard to show restraint
in front of a terrorist who hurt someone.
If I know my friend's dad or brother
died because of this,
it's hard to restrain yourself
in front of a guy like that.
I just don't trust this company
to treat people well.
Like, the bare minimum of behavior.
I don't really think Moshe would do that.
And I don't think Almog
will really act that way, in the moment.
If someone came up to me
and I told them to stop,
and they seemed suspicious,
I'd shoot them dead.
You're saying awful things, Karina.
I don't know.
-Then don't say it if you don't believe it
and can't stand by what you're saying.
Because what you're saying...
-No, I believe...
It's racist and it's awful.
-People who want to hurt you should be hurt.
Fine, but not every Arab
wants to hurt you.
If there's a danger,
I'd rather shoot and go to jail
than get killed.
Do you ever think about
what might happen to us in the field?
If I think about it too hard,
if I think,
"Wow, he could hurt me..."
I'll just...
I don't think I'd want to do
what I'm doing.
I do it because I believe I'm keeping us safe.
And I don't think about
how I might get hurt.
Obviously, I might get hurt.
It's always there in the back of your mind.
You do think about it,
but I mean...
it's not a useful thought.
Honestly, it's just...
I can't afford to think about it
during the week.
I think about it on Friday,
when I'm alone with my thoughts.
You don't think Moshe and I
behaved well during the drill?
What do you think?
I think I'd be even worse.
What would you do?
Guided visualization.
Close your eyes.
Don't want to.
Close your eyes.
-I don't trust you.
What am I going to do?
Don't know. You're a leftist.
What does that have to do with anything?
-I'm scared.
What are you doing in the army?
What do you mean?
-What are you defending?
Them, from you.
Is that what you're here to do?
-No.
Go join a human rights organization.
No, but I really think...
I really do believe in the army,
I think it's necessary
and I think sometimes
you need to do certain things
or fight certain wars
or make certain arrests,
and there are people who, unfortunately,
you need to kill.
At the same time,
there are people you shouldn't kill.
And when you're in a room
with a detainee
who's handcuffed and blindfolded,
who can't do anything to you,
shouldn't be abused.
Why not?
What good would it do?
It'll make me feel better.
-And that's...
Make me smile.
-Cool, then go
hit a punching bag for a while.
That'll make you feel better.
It's the same feeling.
-No it isn't.
When you know you're hitting
a terrorist who was trying to kill you,
it's a different sort of feeling.
But Almog, you've arrested him.
He's been neutralized.
He can't do anything.
Why would you abuse him?
Because he tried to kill me...
-But that's not your job.
Kill or be killed.
-But there are laws in this country.
But I'm telling you, when...
-Almog, what does this say?
IDF. The IDF makes the rules.
No one cares about Almog's rules.
I know there are rules,
I know there are lines you shouldn't cross,
but if you threaten them,
if you're aggressive and assertive
and you show them you aren't afraid,
that you're here,
then they'll be scared to do it
and they'll do it a lot less often.
What if a Jewish guy
was throwing rocks at you?
Would you beat him?
Don't bullshit me, Almog.
Beat him? No.
Why's that?
-Because he's Jewish. -He tried to kill you.
Kill or be killed.
Fine, but he's Jewish.
What's the difference?
Honestly, what's the difference?
-He's Arab!
What is it?
Is it because he speaks Arabic?
That, too.
-That, too? Where are your grandparents from?
Morocco.
-Well? What language do they speak there?
Moroccan.
-Which is a dialect of...
What's a dialect?
I don't know if anyone's
ever spoken to Almog
about the question of the army's morality.
So the mere fact that I'm talking to him
about these things,
makes a difference.
Let's proceed towards peace, Almog.
I'm too close to her.
She scares me.
Alright, listen up.
You're about to see several
filmed scenarios.
You'll be standing with a loaded magazine,
like you would in the field.
Only cock your weapon
when you feel threatened.
Alright, Moshe.
You're my number 2.
Stay close, keep me safe.
Whatever happens,
I need you close by.
Great.
Alright, stay sharp.
That simulation
wasn't far from reality.
I've seen terrorist attacks like that.
Where I live,
whenever you hitchhike
you imagine someone
might try and kill you,
that there will be a terrorist attack.
Alright, Moshe. Unload the magazine.
Disassemble the weapon.
An event like that
shouldn't require more than three bullets.
You're completely unaware of your weapon
if you're shooting off magazines like that.
You've emptied your magazine.
Great. How many bullets was that?
26.
-If there's another one, what will you do then?
Will you start replacing your magazine?
You need to be precise.
It should take you
no more than three bullets maximum
to kill the terrorist.
Don't fire 29 bullets at him.
It's not professional.
You won't be here
if you can't handle weapons responsibly.
They don't understand me.
They'll never understand me.
I want to leave.
I'm going home.
I'm sick of this crap.
There's Hebron, Gush Etzion.
Look, there's Tarqumiyah.
There was a terrorist attack here.
Over here a terrorist got in
and murdered a 12-year-old girl
while she was sleeping in her home.
This is it, Kiryat Arba.
Alright, thanks man.
I lost three people close to me
over the past two years.
It all comes up.
Two years ago,
a friend was stabbed 11 times.
I arrived just after he'd been stabbed.
When I got there
the guy was almost dead.
There was a huge puddle of blood,
his guts were spilled out.
The soldier there was shaking like a leaf.
He was in shock.
At that moment I told myself
that when I become a soldier,
I won't let that happen to me.
I won't freeze.
What happened to make you
leave the army and everything?
I can't explain it.
Explain what?
I want to be there but...
it's hard.
And I've reached a breaking point.
The interesting thing is,
Mom keeps saying,
"Moshe never reaches
the point of no return.
"He doesn't run away.
He doesn't break the rules."
Something prevented you
from breaking the rules.
That's not where I'm at right now.
Then where are you?
Don't know.
Why did you enlist?
To keep people safe.
-Right.
And what happened?
What made you...
decide to give it up?
We simulated a terrorist attack.
I immediately fired,
and instead of stopping after
four, five, seven bullets...
You kept going.
-Emptied my magazine.
Why?
Instinct.
-What did you want to do?
Don't know.
When do you recognize the need
to restrain yourself at a checkpoint?
When I'm at a regular checkpoint
and Arabs show up,
if they look a little suspicious
I'll tear their car apart.
First of all,
you should know that when I was a soldier
I respected people.
I mean, the idea of tearing anything up
didn't exist for me.
At the end of the day, they're people.
They have kids and everything.
Regardless of our differences,
he's... a human being.
What if he's a terrorist?
The second he turns out to be a terrorist,
he'll be treated like one.
Do you believe
that restraint is power?
No.
-Why not?
I don't think it's power.
As a fighter,
it's important you know
that at the end of the day,
your job is to keep people safe.
You need to stay as calm as possible.
That's the art of being a fighter,
the moment when you need
to do everything with sensitivity.
In short, it takes a lot of patience
to go on these kinds of missions.
Listen, Moshe.
We've lived through terror attacks here.
People have thrown rocks, shot at us,
everything.
I had a feeling this situation
caused some damage within you.
But I knew you'd get over it
and move on.
You're a combat soldier now.
A soldier in the IDF.
The army is an opportunity
to make the best of yourself.
To prove to yourself
that you can do it,
and just keep moving forwards.
Mom and I, all of us, believe in you.
We're proud of you.
Don't take a single step back.
Alright?
-Sure.
Look at that smile.
Look at that smile.
Look at that smile.
What's up?
Listen, I'm ready to come back.
We'll talk about it when I get there.
That's not reason to get up and leave.
If things are hard for you, then come to us.
There are commanders here,
you can talk to every one of us.
Alright.
I see you saying "Alright"
and trying to act tough,
like it's all well and good,
but you don't fool me.
Why did you get up and leave?
Okay.
I won't confine you to base this weekend.
I've decided to...
spare you. Don't know why.
You'll start your detention on Sunday.
I'm telling you, Moshe,
this is your last chance.
The last one.
Go eat.
It won't happen again.
How come they let you back in?
Damn, I missed you.
Peace be with you.
Where are you headed?
I've seen a lot.
These things will always stay with me.
I wish I could take a pill
and forget it all.
I'd forget all about my past,
forget about my friends who died.
Forget all the shit I've been through.
You want to forget it,
because you can't keep living like this.
But I have to let it go.
I want to be a good fighter.
To protect my people, my nation.