Mossad 101 (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Hasifa - full transcript
A dangerous game of cat and mouse unfolds across the city as Max takes the next step in his war against Yona.
Let Channel Two do a follow up on me,
whatever they want.
The main thing is that my name will
be in the opening and the end credits.
No, you didn't understand,
my name should be in the opening
and the end credits.
Otherwise, it shouldn't
be broadcast at all.
-Excuse me.
-It's taken.
Am I disturbing you?
Sweetheart, call me back
in a few minutes, bye-bye.
-I have a scoop for you.
-Scoop?
-Yes.
-For me?
You heard about the businessman who nearly
died when his car was booby-trapped?
You want to give the scoop that's on every
homepage in all the sites right now?
The name of the business wasn't mentioned.
There's a gag order out.
Interesting why that is.
Listen, there's an order,
and anyway, it's not my beat.
I'm familiar with your beat.
You're the number one expert, in news,
on all things regarding the Mossad, no?
So, what went down comes under your beat.
This had nothing to do with
any criminal account settling.
It was the Mossad
trying to cover up something.
You already know that the man
injured is Giora Hefner, right?
I'm not saying that I do know
and I'm not saying that I don't.
What you don't know,
is that Hefner is a trainee of the Mossad.
He was injured during an exercise.
A Mossad training exercise?
The entire course is one big fuck-up.
The trainees aren't suited,
the exercises are life-threatening.
Everything gets swept under the carpet.
Can you prove these claims?
Where did you get this?
You'll know everything.
After you give 100 thousand shekels.
You're nuts.
What's with you?
Given the state journalism is in today,
I wouldn't plan my next exit on it.
-There are other newspapers besides yours.
-Wait a second.
I didn't say that I wasn't interested,
take a seat.
I'll need to verify this,
give me some time.
Five hours.
After that, I post it.
It'll take time to get
the money together, it--
I need the money for my protection,
so I can go below their radar.
What's important to me
is that this information goes public,
that all Israel will know who's
Yona Harari, how he manages the course,
and how he's destroying the Mossad,
our country's greatest source of pride.
My finger hurts.
Deal with it.
Can I get some ice?
First, sign the papers.
What is this, torture?
It's the procedure,
anyone expelled from the course
is required to sign a secrecy clause.
So, to keep your dirty laundry inside.
You just threw your
dirty laundry in our face.
-You're not very nice, Abigail.
-Sign it.
What did I do that was so wrong,
can I ask you?
Is caring for
the State of Israel a crime?
No, Max.
Burning people alive is a crime.
You have no proof that it was me
who set that Arab woman on fire.
Okay, let's finish up in here,
so you can get your finger looked at.
I want another chance, I have a lot
to contribute to this country.
Look, Max, you're one of the biggest
professional mistakes that I've ever made,
and I'm having a very hard time just
sitting across from you, so please,
let's just cut it short.
I'm a mistake?
Yona is a mistake.
You're a mistake.
Fine, "I, the undersigned, am hereby
obligated not to disclose any knowledge
that I was exposed to
during the time I attended the course."
-Thank you very much, I can read Hebrew.
-So then sign and get out.
-You won't be getting off that easy.
-Are you threatening me, Max?
I never threaten...
So, sign!
Okay.
Here, that's all?
See you.
My regards to Yona.
Perhaps, some day,
he and I'll meet again.
I'm warning you, officially,
not to attempt to contact
any member of the staff,
-or the trainees from the course. Clear?
-Clear.
I want to withdraw.
-Kobi, sit.
-Did you hear me?
-I'm done.
-Sit.
We have nothing to talk about.
How are you doing?
A real blast.
Did you manage to sleep last night?
Not really...
I've got this ringing in my ears.
Kobi, people react to these
types of traumatic events--
I'm not here now for your diagnosis.
I want to help you, Kobi.
Then the only thing I want your help with
are the procedures.
Do I have to sign on a waiver?
How does this work?
Tell me, before all that,
why you wish to leave.
I have a kid.
Giora was standing
less than an inch away me
and it could have been me
in the hospital right now, if not worse.
I don't trust you people with anything.
If during a lousy drill in Tel Aviv,
a trainee almost gets killed,
then what will happen
when I get sent to Iran?
Who am I supposed to put my faith in? You?
Yona?
Where were all of you?
Where was he? Yona?
That's what I want to know, where?
I've had enough.
Understand?
I've had enough.
How is he?
So far, stable,
but in a medically induced coma.
The doctors aren't exactly
sure what's wrong with him.
You were here all night?
It's nice here, quiet.
There's a coffee stand at the entrance.
-Shouldn't you be at home resting, after--
-I'm okay.
I wanted to get back to you yesterday,
but somehow--
Get back to where?
You were not with me yesterday.
You were in the field, with the trainees,
from start to finish.
-The Head talked to you?
-Two hours ago.
Thanks, I think.
Despite what I said, you can be
certain that if Hefner does not make it,
you're out.
That's understandable.
Another thing, Kobi Frachdel,
he wants to quit.
Not surprising.
-Listen, there was no way--
-To turn the unexpected into the expected.
Once upon a time, that was my specialty.
Too many screw-ups, Abigail.
First, Bulgaria, now this.
You want me to slap you now or later?
That's your therapeutic approach?
Kinder, this is not your fault.
And this comes from somebody who really
enjoys blaming you for everything.
-If anybody needs to be blamed, it's me.
-Your fault? How is it your fault?
A person like Max
should never have been okayed.
That's my screw-up.
Who is it?
-Not important.
-Answer it,
start coping, it'll do you good.
Bergman.
How's the watchdog of democracy?
Listen up, Yona, I just met with some
Frenchie. He said some interesting things.
He showed me pictures
from the Giora Hefner bombing.
He says he's going to post everything he
has on you and on the course online
in five hours.
-Five hours from when?
-The clock's already ticking.
Okay, Bergman, I owe you. Thanks, man.
YONA HARARI
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You're out of your mind.
I think that this is
an excellent training opportunity.
You want to let the trainees
solve an issue
-that could potentially destroy us?
-Sure.
Sure, it's a possibility.
We have plenty of time.
Five hours, according
to your pet reporter.
Three and a half.
I don't get why you're all in a frenzy
on account of that asshole.
As it is,
nobody will let him publish it.
Unfortunately, Simon, it's much harder
today to get a story killed
on orders from above.
Thank God, we still have some
kind of censorship in this country.
Flintstone, meet computer.
One click, and everything
he's got on the course
is at The New York Times,
The Manchester Guardian, Al-Jazeera.
Techniques, methods,
exposing trainees and instructors.
-Guys, we've got loads of time.
-Good.
I'm going to get the Head in on this.
We'll need the cooperation of the blues
and the Shabak.
What now with the Shabak?
Micha.
Enough, Kinder.
Be reasonable.
You can't use the trainees here.
Just a few hours ago, their buddy was
almost killed in front of their own eyes.
-They're exhausted.
-Just like on a real mission.
They're not experienced enough.
Do you know where I was
when all this mess happened?
At the clinic with Abi.
Right, she went there to have an abortion.
I didn't want her to be alone.
In the end, she did as you wanted.
So you can be contented.
Am I supposed to understand that you're
blaming me for something?
God forbid.
I am certain that your reasons for
recommending her promotion were...
purely professional.
You're starting to annoy me, Kinder.
Watch out.
The things that bond us to each other...
Some world.
I'm assigning you three guys
from the specials.
So now, get the fuck out of here.
Thanks.
When you see this file,
I hope to have already left Israel.
But, even if I'm sent to jail,
or worse, it's essential
that what I know be passed on.
It's important that you
know what happened in Bulgaria.
They said that the CIA found out about me.
That was a lie.
The CIA was in on it from the start.
Yona knew this and, in spite of it all,
decided to act.
It's important that you know that what
happened in Bulgaria was due to him.
Including your husband's death,
which, between us,
doesn't bother them one bit.
What does bother them
is the 2.5 million euros,
money that belongs to the government
and which disappeared along the way.
A fuck up like that can't be glossed over.
Even if you're
the illustrious Yona Harari.
Bulgaria was a two-man operation.
Micha Schuster pulled the strings
from his desk in Israel.
And Yona Harari rewrote the mission
afterwards, to put the blame on me.
Fresh graduate on his first field op.
I was the perfect candidate.
What I'm describing
was a professional screw-up.
But there is another option
that's much more frightening.
That the two of them planned the whole
business down to the last detail together.
And they got exactly what they were after.
Watch your back, Doris.
-Well, what do you plan to do with this?
-What would you do?
Wait.
Try to get a hold of something
more concrete.
-Such as?
-Such as proof.
That Muammar is not exactly impartial.
He could just be accusing
them for no reason.
If you want to bring down Yona
and the other one,
you better have something
more conclusive in your hand.
I'm already out of here.
You're breaking my heart, Kobi.
Kobi?
What happened with "Mr. Frachdel?"
Now is not the time for formality.
I'd like to try
to convince you to stay on.
Not a chance.
You're making a mistake.
You have a great deal of potential,
and you're making a mistake.
Potential?
Potential to end up like Eli Cohen,
with a noose around my neck.
The chances that you end up in Iran...
are pretty slim.
We need all of you in bases of operations,
and not in target countries.
Somehow, that doesn't console me.
Pity.
No, there's nothing you can do.
This country is totally messed up.
I realize that everything
in Israel is rotten,
but somehow I was hoping that this
place operates on a different level.
So, what will you do as a civilian?
You don't have any money,
no job. What will you do?
I'll manage.
You do realize that once you leave,
the protection you've had here, stops?
Are you threatening me?
I'm explaining your situation.
That's not what we agreed on.
No, we agreed that
as long as you are here,
we'll help you with
the people you owe money to.
Even if we decide that you're not suited.
That we decide, not you.
Kobi, you're not as scared as
you make yourself out to be.
The truth be told, you're braver than
anybody else in this course.
Think it over.
Another?
I can't keep up with your pace.
I'm not used to alcohol anymore, I haven't
had much to drink in the past year.
It doesn't go together too well
with the meds I'm on.
So why did you want to come here?
Are you trying to kill yourself or what?
Better to die from a whiskey chaser
rather than from some stupid drill.
Do you think the course will go on
as usual, after what happened?
Twenty hours have passed.
I keep seeing Giora
over and over in my mind.
What's driving me crazy, is that he's
sure to find some excuse, that...
Yona?
You think this was his fault?
You don't?
I don't know.
You don't know either.
-Okay.
-Okay, what?
There's nothing going on between us.
How often do I have to say it?
Fine, good.
Anyway, it's none of my business.
No, it is none of your business.
Sorry.
COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY.
COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY.
The reason that you're here...
is Max Elbaz.
Our Max?
Yes.
Max contacted a certain reporter
who is close to the office.
And he tried to sell him
information for an article.
An article about what?
About me.
About you. About the course.
About what happened to Giora.
He's involved, right?
Max was born in Marseilles.
During his childhood, he suffered from
anti-Semitic bullying and harassment.
At age sixteen, he gathered around him
a group that would later become
"La Force Juif," an underground
organization of Jewish youth,
which operated in several
large cities in France.
Max has a lot of experience
in underground activities
and the use of controlled violence.
This is a miniature detonator that
Max used during demonstrations in Paris.
This was placed under
your vehicle during the last exercise.
Son of a bitch!
Where do we come in?
This is an instance when history
must not be allowed to repeat itself.
We have to stop Max,
before he can expose this course
in the press.
Wait a second, what do you mean "us?"
Us. Me and you. Just the three of you.
You were with Giora when it happened,
and I fucked up, big time.
-Did you get the money?
-I did.
-Should we meet at my office?
-No, at Dizengoff Center where we met.
What?
Seven minutes ago, it's either a blocked
number, a burner phone or a payphone
within the Tel Aviv area code.
Did you get the money?
-I got it. Shall we meet at my office?
-No, Dizengoff Center.
At the same cafe
where we met this morning.
Okay, we're on.
At least he learned something from
the class on escape routes.
Four-thirty.
And if you considered telling anyone
about our meeting,
you should know that somewhere in Israel,
there's a timer counting down.
If I don't get back to the computer within
two hours, to stop it,
the info goes out over the Web...
and your scoop is no more.
Simon, do you see anything?
Negative, I've got nothing.
The area's clear.
I see the target on the lower floor.
Max, don't go there.
Supplier's entrance, downstairs, now.
I see him.
After him.
Here he is, Max Elbaz, stop!
Let's go, get on!
Take a left here.
What, this is your hideout?
-What did you expect, the Sheraton?
-What's wrong with the Sheraton?
Your garbage is leaking.
Doris, what are you doing here?
Come, escort me to the dumpster.
That's an offer I can't refuse.
Do you have any idea why the course was
suspended for 24 hours?
No.
Could it be that it's...
Could be.
That's why I am here.
I figure that this is my last chance,
first of all, to thank you
for what you did for me...
and to ask for your forgiveness.
-I'm sorry that you're mixed up in this.
-It's okay.
No, it's not okay.
It's not okay.
I got the both of us into trouble.
The two of us are likely to be
kicked out of the course.
Maybe even put on trial.
Doris, nothing's going to happen to me.
You know why?
I'm working for Micha.
I know.
You know?
I've been waiting for you to tell me.
How long have you been following me?
More or less, since the start.
Doris, you know, I...
All this time, I was sure that I was
helping Micha gather intel on Yona,
-but, suddenly, I'm no longer so sure.
-You're right.
Because Micha and Yona
are in this together.
Micha is covering for Yona.
They're covering for each other.
Just before they took away Muammar...
he managed to slip me a message.
And I want to request that you do
another small favor for me.
Muammar told me that all the information
about what went on in Bulgaria
is on a thumb drive
that he hid at his car wash.
Seriously?
No.
But that's what
I want to tell Micha. Okay?
I'VE GOT SOME NEW INTEL FROM DORIS,
ABOUT YOUR AGENT.
Hello.
The choking technique they taught us
really works.
You're in the mikveh,
it's washing away all your sins.
Let me go, you psychopath.
First of all, answer me,
why did you help me?
It's not because I give a shit about you.
As far as I'm concerned, you might as well
be rotting in jail right now.
I didn't mean for Giora to get hurt.
It was a technical mishap.
Okay, whatever, you're a righteous one.
Now, will you shut the faucet already?
I am performing a service
for the good of the State of Israel.
People like Yona Harari
are destroying the Mossad.
You won't hear any arguments
from me about that.
I don't get what you're doing here, Kobi.
That's because I'm stuck between
the scorpions and the snakes, okay?
I can't stay in the course,
but I can't leave it either.
-Why not?
-Why not?
Because Yona, the scorpion,
said that if I quit,
he'll toss me to the snakes,
to whom I owe money, that's why.
I've decided to help,
so I can help myself.
Listen, items on the Mossad
are great commodities.
If we work it right together, with
some brains, we could make ourselves
a pile of money.
So now you're my partner?
It won't hurt you to have a partner,
and it won't hurt to have the money.
See, I've prepared everything in advance,
tiny slimming tomatoes,
slimming baby carrots.
-Carrots again?
-Rice cakes, small and slimming.
Everything a spy needs for a stakeout.
Except for a camera.
Don't be a smart-ass.
-Tell me, are you sure about Hanoch?
-Yes.
You know, once a turncoat,
always a turncoat.
Not at all.
Hanoch's a stand-up guy.
He's not the piece of scum
that this job requires.
Wait, I made you some coffee.
You also brought coffee?
Twenty-four hour break from the course
and look what I'm doing.
-You know what?
-What?
-On second thought, no coffee for now.
-Why not?
We might have to be here for hours,
and then...
you won't be able to refrain.
Oh, you.
-Rice cakes?
-No, thanks.
What do you say about my proposal?
Come on, first of all, let me tell you
about the mistakes you've made.
Okay, mistake number one was going
to the local press first of all.
The reporter that you contacted,
what's his name,
sold you out without hesitation.
We need to get this to the foreign media,
something big,
like The New York Times, CNN
and so on.
Everybody will be getting it all soon,
don't worry.
What? You're going to hold a press
conference in a mikveh?
You don't need a press conference,
there's a computer here.
Primitive, but...
that's the beauty of it.
No wifi, no router,
just an old school modem.
This computer is invisible,
it can't be traced.
I had a baby exactly like this one
back home, in Marseille.
I set up an automatic timer
to release all the material in another...
fourteen minutes from now.
-Released to where?
-The Internet, the newspapers.
Great, the money's gone.
Yona and his fucking course
will also be gone.
Where is it?
Where is it, Kobi?
GPS. Shit!
You brought them all here,
you son of a bitch.
You're lucky that I don't kill Jews.
On the other hand, there are Jews who are
fifth columnists,
they're even worse than the Arabs.
Max!
Katarina!
-Talk to him.
-What?
Stall him, okay?
Max? It's me.
They sent you to talk with me, no?
-Why am I not surprised?
-Hear me out a moment.
Is your boyfriend with you?
-Where's Yona?
-He's not here.
Stop wasting your words, Katarina.
Yona says that you can still
get out of this. Nothing's happened.
Suddenly, you're terribly concerned
for me, right, Katarina?
I know that you're angry at me,
but what you're doing now,
you're destroying your life for no reason.
My life is unimportant!
Don't say that.
People like your boyfriend are damaging
Israel's security.
People like me are guarding it.
-That's all what matters.
-Max!
How did you get in?
Ever hear of Houdini?
Just the other way round.
You remember what happened
to Houdini in the end?
One thing...
I give you credit for.
An exercise within an exercise.
You taught me that.
I never planned to send
anything to the press.
It would cause damage to the Mossad.
I would never, in my life, do anything
that would damage the Mossad.
All that I wanted was to get you here.
For what?
Nobody humiliates Max Elbaz
and gets away with it.
You've booby-trapped the building.
One click...
The mikveh is in heaven,
along with you, me,
and all the trainees.
-Max--
-Don't try me.
You know me well enough to understand
what I am capable of.
What do you want?
The second one as well.
Place it on the floor.
Simon, Avsha here.
Request permission
to go inside to search for Kobi.
Permission denied, I repeat,
stay in your places.
Doris.
Wow, look who's here.
Excellent.
-You took the pictures?
-Yes.
Again, photograph him again.
Maybe there's a reason behind this.
If that Muammar of yours violated
field security regulations?
He would have come alone,
he wouldn't show up like this.
He would have come with the entire
"special unit."
Their job is to comb the place.
Your handwriting is undecipherable.
Look into the little camera and read it.
"I, Yona Harari...
an agent of the Mossad--"
You know what's the opposite
of a secret agent? Do you?
You.
This recording will be seen
throughout the world.
In every airport, cafe, barbershop.
Go on, continue, it's lovely.
Come on.
"I, Yona Harari,
an agent of the Mossad and Commander
of most disastrous training course
in all of Israel's history...
do hereby state herein...
that I have betrayed
the trust I was given.
I admit to having disseminated secrets and
operating procedures of the Mossad
to trainees, criminals, con artists...
and non-Jews...
all of whom are capable of betraying
this country without any hesitation."
My greatest failure as an instructor is,
without any doubt,
the trainee, Max Elbaz.
Read what's written.
-Who should have known...
-Read what's written!
...that in light of his biography,
the first thing we'll do
will be to check out the gas tank storage.
I'm a total jerk.
-I should have planted a microphone there.
-Correct.
I'm going over there.
What are you doing, Doris?
Are you for real?
No.
Doris.
I don't understand
what you want from me, Micha.
There isn't any thumb drive here,
I swear to you,
I haven't hidden a thing.
Try using your fucking head, okay?
For me, Muammar.
What do you want from me?
I have no idea what you want from me.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay.
Okay, all right, okay,
relax, I'm on my way.
Okay.
Nice work, Mr. Frachdel.
I'm glad that you decided to stay with us.
I'm glad that you're happy.
-You know what I'm thinking?
-What are you thinking?
That you staged this whole production
so you could regain your self-confidence.
Well, it's a worthy cause, isn't it?
Idiot.
-Listen, I've got to go somewhere.
-Where to?
To turn the unexpected into...
the expected.
What do you say about meeting up later?
It seems that you're under the impression
that coming to the clinic,
holding my hand and, for a change,
acting like a human being...
-has given you brownie points.
-What, it hasn't?
Yes.
Shit.
Micha, please, let me go.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
It's getting late, Muammar.
I have no idea
what you want from me, Micha.
Finally.
I'm telling you I don't have a clue.
Yona, tell him.
What, can you do anything by yourself?
Encouraging people to open up
is more of your thing.
This fellow claims that he has no idea
what we want from him.
Sferastudios
whatever they want.
The main thing is that my name will
be in the opening and the end credits.
No, you didn't understand,
my name should be in the opening
and the end credits.
Otherwise, it shouldn't
be broadcast at all.
-Excuse me.
-It's taken.
Am I disturbing you?
Sweetheart, call me back
in a few minutes, bye-bye.
-I have a scoop for you.
-Scoop?
-Yes.
-For me?
You heard about the businessman who nearly
died when his car was booby-trapped?
You want to give the scoop that's on every
homepage in all the sites right now?
The name of the business wasn't mentioned.
There's a gag order out.
Interesting why that is.
Listen, there's an order,
and anyway, it's not my beat.
I'm familiar with your beat.
You're the number one expert, in news,
on all things regarding the Mossad, no?
So, what went down comes under your beat.
This had nothing to do with
any criminal account settling.
It was the Mossad
trying to cover up something.
You already know that the man
injured is Giora Hefner, right?
I'm not saying that I do know
and I'm not saying that I don't.
What you don't know,
is that Hefner is a trainee of the Mossad.
He was injured during an exercise.
A Mossad training exercise?
The entire course is one big fuck-up.
The trainees aren't suited,
the exercises are life-threatening.
Everything gets swept under the carpet.
Can you prove these claims?
Where did you get this?
You'll know everything.
After you give 100 thousand shekels.
You're nuts.
What's with you?
Given the state journalism is in today,
I wouldn't plan my next exit on it.
-There are other newspapers besides yours.
-Wait a second.
I didn't say that I wasn't interested,
take a seat.
I'll need to verify this,
give me some time.
Five hours.
After that, I post it.
It'll take time to get
the money together, it--
I need the money for my protection,
so I can go below their radar.
What's important to me
is that this information goes public,
that all Israel will know who's
Yona Harari, how he manages the course,
and how he's destroying the Mossad,
our country's greatest source of pride.
My finger hurts.
Deal with it.
Can I get some ice?
First, sign the papers.
What is this, torture?
It's the procedure,
anyone expelled from the course
is required to sign a secrecy clause.
So, to keep your dirty laundry inside.
You just threw your
dirty laundry in our face.
-You're not very nice, Abigail.
-Sign it.
What did I do that was so wrong,
can I ask you?
Is caring for
the State of Israel a crime?
No, Max.
Burning people alive is a crime.
You have no proof that it was me
who set that Arab woman on fire.
Okay, let's finish up in here,
so you can get your finger looked at.
I want another chance, I have a lot
to contribute to this country.
Look, Max, you're one of the biggest
professional mistakes that I've ever made,
and I'm having a very hard time just
sitting across from you, so please,
let's just cut it short.
I'm a mistake?
Yona is a mistake.
You're a mistake.
Fine, "I, the undersigned, am hereby
obligated not to disclose any knowledge
that I was exposed to
during the time I attended the course."
-Thank you very much, I can read Hebrew.
-So then sign and get out.
-You won't be getting off that easy.
-Are you threatening me, Max?
I never threaten...
So, sign!
Okay.
Here, that's all?
See you.
My regards to Yona.
Perhaps, some day,
he and I'll meet again.
I'm warning you, officially,
not to attempt to contact
any member of the staff,
-or the trainees from the course. Clear?
-Clear.
I want to withdraw.
-Kobi, sit.
-Did you hear me?
-I'm done.
-Sit.
We have nothing to talk about.
How are you doing?
A real blast.
Did you manage to sleep last night?
Not really...
I've got this ringing in my ears.
Kobi, people react to these
types of traumatic events--
I'm not here now for your diagnosis.
I want to help you, Kobi.
Then the only thing I want your help with
are the procedures.
Do I have to sign on a waiver?
How does this work?
Tell me, before all that,
why you wish to leave.
I have a kid.
Giora was standing
less than an inch away me
and it could have been me
in the hospital right now, if not worse.
I don't trust you people with anything.
If during a lousy drill in Tel Aviv,
a trainee almost gets killed,
then what will happen
when I get sent to Iran?
Who am I supposed to put my faith in? You?
Yona?
Where were all of you?
Where was he? Yona?
That's what I want to know, where?
I've had enough.
Understand?
I've had enough.
How is he?
So far, stable,
but in a medically induced coma.
The doctors aren't exactly
sure what's wrong with him.
You were here all night?
It's nice here, quiet.
There's a coffee stand at the entrance.
-Shouldn't you be at home resting, after--
-I'm okay.
I wanted to get back to you yesterday,
but somehow--
Get back to where?
You were not with me yesterday.
You were in the field, with the trainees,
from start to finish.
-The Head talked to you?
-Two hours ago.
Thanks, I think.
Despite what I said, you can be
certain that if Hefner does not make it,
you're out.
That's understandable.
Another thing, Kobi Frachdel,
he wants to quit.
Not surprising.
-Listen, there was no way--
-To turn the unexpected into the expected.
Once upon a time, that was my specialty.
Too many screw-ups, Abigail.
First, Bulgaria, now this.
You want me to slap you now or later?
That's your therapeutic approach?
Kinder, this is not your fault.
And this comes from somebody who really
enjoys blaming you for everything.
-If anybody needs to be blamed, it's me.
-Your fault? How is it your fault?
A person like Max
should never have been okayed.
That's my screw-up.
Who is it?
-Not important.
-Answer it,
start coping, it'll do you good.
Bergman.
How's the watchdog of democracy?
Listen up, Yona, I just met with some
Frenchie. He said some interesting things.
He showed me pictures
from the Giora Hefner bombing.
He says he's going to post everything he
has on you and on the course online
in five hours.
-Five hours from when?
-The clock's already ticking.
Okay, Bergman, I owe you. Thanks, man.
YONA HARARI
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You're out of your mind.
I think that this is
an excellent training opportunity.
You want to let the trainees
solve an issue
-that could potentially destroy us?
-Sure.
Sure, it's a possibility.
We have plenty of time.
Five hours, according
to your pet reporter.
Three and a half.
I don't get why you're all in a frenzy
on account of that asshole.
As it is,
nobody will let him publish it.
Unfortunately, Simon, it's much harder
today to get a story killed
on orders from above.
Thank God, we still have some
kind of censorship in this country.
Flintstone, meet computer.
One click, and everything
he's got on the course
is at The New York Times,
The Manchester Guardian, Al-Jazeera.
Techniques, methods,
exposing trainees and instructors.
-Guys, we've got loads of time.
-Good.
I'm going to get the Head in on this.
We'll need the cooperation of the blues
and the Shabak.
What now with the Shabak?
Micha.
Enough, Kinder.
Be reasonable.
You can't use the trainees here.
Just a few hours ago, their buddy was
almost killed in front of their own eyes.
-They're exhausted.
-Just like on a real mission.
They're not experienced enough.
Do you know where I was
when all this mess happened?
At the clinic with Abi.
Right, she went there to have an abortion.
I didn't want her to be alone.
In the end, she did as you wanted.
So you can be contented.
Am I supposed to understand that you're
blaming me for something?
God forbid.
I am certain that your reasons for
recommending her promotion were...
purely professional.
You're starting to annoy me, Kinder.
Watch out.
The things that bond us to each other...
Some world.
I'm assigning you three guys
from the specials.
So now, get the fuck out of here.
Thanks.
When you see this file,
I hope to have already left Israel.
But, even if I'm sent to jail,
or worse, it's essential
that what I know be passed on.
It's important that you
know what happened in Bulgaria.
They said that the CIA found out about me.
That was a lie.
The CIA was in on it from the start.
Yona knew this and, in spite of it all,
decided to act.
It's important that you know that what
happened in Bulgaria was due to him.
Including your husband's death,
which, between us,
doesn't bother them one bit.
What does bother them
is the 2.5 million euros,
money that belongs to the government
and which disappeared along the way.
A fuck up like that can't be glossed over.
Even if you're
the illustrious Yona Harari.
Bulgaria was a two-man operation.
Micha Schuster pulled the strings
from his desk in Israel.
And Yona Harari rewrote the mission
afterwards, to put the blame on me.
Fresh graduate on his first field op.
I was the perfect candidate.
What I'm describing
was a professional screw-up.
But there is another option
that's much more frightening.
That the two of them planned the whole
business down to the last detail together.
And they got exactly what they were after.
Watch your back, Doris.
-Well, what do you plan to do with this?
-What would you do?
Wait.
Try to get a hold of something
more concrete.
-Such as?
-Such as proof.
That Muammar is not exactly impartial.
He could just be accusing
them for no reason.
If you want to bring down Yona
and the other one,
you better have something
more conclusive in your hand.
I'm already out of here.
You're breaking my heart, Kobi.
Kobi?
What happened with "Mr. Frachdel?"
Now is not the time for formality.
I'd like to try
to convince you to stay on.
Not a chance.
You're making a mistake.
You have a great deal of potential,
and you're making a mistake.
Potential?
Potential to end up like Eli Cohen,
with a noose around my neck.
The chances that you end up in Iran...
are pretty slim.
We need all of you in bases of operations,
and not in target countries.
Somehow, that doesn't console me.
Pity.
No, there's nothing you can do.
This country is totally messed up.
I realize that everything
in Israel is rotten,
but somehow I was hoping that this
place operates on a different level.
So, what will you do as a civilian?
You don't have any money,
no job. What will you do?
I'll manage.
You do realize that once you leave,
the protection you've had here, stops?
Are you threatening me?
I'm explaining your situation.
That's not what we agreed on.
No, we agreed that
as long as you are here,
we'll help you with
the people you owe money to.
Even if we decide that you're not suited.
That we decide, not you.
Kobi, you're not as scared as
you make yourself out to be.
The truth be told, you're braver than
anybody else in this course.
Think it over.
Another?
I can't keep up with your pace.
I'm not used to alcohol anymore, I haven't
had much to drink in the past year.
It doesn't go together too well
with the meds I'm on.
So why did you want to come here?
Are you trying to kill yourself or what?
Better to die from a whiskey chaser
rather than from some stupid drill.
Do you think the course will go on
as usual, after what happened?
Twenty hours have passed.
I keep seeing Giora
over and over in my mind.
What's driving me crazy, is that he's
sure to find some excuse, that...
Yona?
You think this was his fault?
You don't?
I don't know.
You don't know either.
-Okay.
-Okay, what?
There's nothing going on between us.
How often do I have to say it?
Fine, good.
Anyway, it's none of my business.
No, it is none of your business.
Sorry.
COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY.
COME TO THE OFFICE IMMEDIATELY.
The reason that you're here...
is Max Elbaz.
Our Max?
Yes.
Max contacted a certain reporter
who is close to the office.
And he tried to sell him
information for an article.
An article about what?
About me.
About you. About the course.
About what happened to Giora.
He's involved, right?
Max was born in Marseilles.
During his childhood, he suffered from
anti-Semitic bullying and harassment.
At age sixteen, he gathered around him
a group that would later become
"La Force Juif," an underground
organization of Jewish youth,
which operated in several
large cities in France.
Max has a lot of experience
in underground activities
and the use of controlled violence.
This is a miniature detonator that
Max used during demonstrations in Paris.
This was placed under
your vehicle during the last exercise.
Son of a bitch!
Where do we come in?
This is an instance when history
must not be allowed to repeat itself.
We have to stop Max,
before he can expose this course
in the press.
Wait a second, what do you mean "us?"
Us. Me and you. Just the three of you.
You were with Giora when it happened,
and I fucked up, big time.
-Did you get the money?
-I did.
-Should we meet at my office?
-No, at Dizengoff Center where we met.
What?
Seven minutes ago, it's either a blocked
number, a burner phone or a payphone
within the Tel Aviv area code.
Did you get the money?
-I got it. Shall we meet at my office?
-No, Dizengoff Center.
At the same cafe
where we met this morning.
Okay, we're on.
At least he learned something from
the class on escape routes.
Four-thirty.
And if you considered telling anyone
about our meeting,
you should know that somewhere in Israel,
there's a timer counting down.
If I don't get back to the computer within
two hours, to stop it,
the info goes out over the Web...
and your scoop is no more.
Simon, do you see anything?
Negative, I've got nothing.
The area's clear.
I see the target on the lower floor.
Max, don't go there.
Supplier's entrance, downstairs, now.
I see him.
After him.
Here he is, Max Elbaz, stop!
Let's go, get on!
Take a left here.
What, this is your hideout?
-What did you expect, the Sheraton?
-What's wrong with the Sheraton?
Your garbage is leaking.
Doris, what are you doing here?
Come, escort me to the dumpster.
That's an offer I can't refuse.
Do you have any idea why the course was
suspended for 24 hours?
No.
Could it be that it's...
Could be.
That's why I am here.
I figure that this is my last chance,
first of all, to thank you
for what you did for me...
and to ask for your forgiveness.
-I'm sorry that you're mixed up in this.
-It's okay.
No, it's not okay.
It's not okay.
I got the both of us into trouble.
The two of us are likely to be
kicked out of the course.
Maybe even put on trial.
Doris, nothing's going to happen to me.
You know why?
I'm working for Micha.
I know.
You know?
I've been waiting for you to tell me.
How long have you been following me?
More or less, since the start.
Doris, you know, I...
All this time, I was sure that I was
helping Micha gather intel on Yona,
-but, suddenly, I'm no longer so sure.
-You're right.
Because Micha and Yona
are in this together.
Micha is covering for Yona.
They're covering for each other.
Just before they took away Muammar...
he managed to slip me a message.
And I want to request that you do
another small favor for me.
Muammar told me that all the information
about what went on in Bulgaria
is on a thumb drive
that he hid at his car wash.
Seriously?
No.
But that's what
I want to tell Micha. Okay?
I'VE GOT SOME NEW INTEL FROM DORIS,
ABOUT YOUR AGENT.
Hello.
The choking technique they taught us
really works.
You're in the mikveh,
it's washing away all your sins.
Let me go, you psychopath.
First of all, answer me,
why did you help me?
It's not because I give a shit about you.
As far as I'm concerned, you might as well
be rotting in jail right now.
I didn't mean for Giora to get hurt.
It was a technical mishap.
Okay, whatever, you're a righteous one.
Now, will you shut the faucet already?
I am performing a service
for the good of the State of Israel.
People like Yona Harari
are destroying the Mossad.
You won't hear any arguments
from me about that.
I don't get what you're doing here, Kobi.
That's because I'm stuck between
the scorpions and the snakes, okay?
I can't stay in the course,
but I can't leave it either.
-Why not?
-Why not?
Because Yona, the scorpion,
said that if I quit,
he'll toss me to the snakes,
to whom I owe money, that's why.
I've decided to help,
so I can help myself.
Listen, items on the Mossad
are great commodities.
If we work it right together, with
some brains, we could make ourselves
a pile of money.
So now you're my partner?
It won't hurt you to have a partner,
and it won't hurt to have the money.
See, I've prepared everything in advance,
tiny slimming tomatoes,
slimming baby carrots.
-Carrots again?
-Rice cakes, small and slimming.
Everything a spy needs for a stakeout.
Except for a camera.
Don't be a smart-ass.
-Tell me, are you sure about Hanoch?
-Yes.
You know, once a turncoat,
always a turncoat.
Not at all.
Hanoch's a stand-up guy.
He's not the piece of scum
that this job requires.
Wait, I made you some coffee.
You also brought coffee?
Twenty-four hour break from the course
and look what I'm doing.
-You know what?
-What?
-On second thought, no coffee for now.
-Why not?
We might have to be here for hours,
and then...
you won't be able to refrain.
Oh, you.
-Rice cakes?
-No, thanks.
What do you say about my proposal?
Come on, first of all, let me tell you
about the mistakes you've made.
Okay, mistake number one was going
to the local press first of all.
The reporter that you contacted,
what's his name,
sold you out without hesitation.
We need to get this to the foreign media,
something big,
like The New York Times, CNN
and so on.
Everybody will be getting it all soon,
don't worry.
What? You're going to hold a press
conference in a mikveh?
You don't need a press conference,
there's a computer here.
Primitive, but...
that's the beauty of it.
No wifi, no router,
just an old school modem.
This computer is invisible,
it can't be traced.
I had a baby exactly like this one
back home, in Marseille.
I set up an automatic timer
to release all the material in another...
fourteen minutes from now.
-Released to where?
-The Internet, the newspapers.
Great, the money's gone.
Yona and his fucking course
will also be gone.
Where is it?
Where is it, Kobi?
GPS. Shit!
You brought them all here,
you son of a bitch.
You're lucky that I don't kill Jews.
On the other hand, there are Jews who are
fifth columnists,
they're even worse than the Arabs.
Max!
Katarina!
-Talk to him.
-What?
Stall him, okay?
Max? It's me.
They sent you to talk with me, no?
-Why am I not surprised?
-Hear me out a moment.
Is your boyfriend with you?
-Where's Yona?
-He's not here.
Stop wasting your words, Katarina.
Yona says that you can still
get out of this. Nothing's happened.
Suddenly, you're terribly concerned
for me, right, Katarina?
I know that you're angry at me,
but what you're doing now,
you're destroying your life for no reason.
My life is unimportant!
Don't say that.
People like your boyfriend are damaging
Israel's security.
People like me are guarding it.
-That's all what matters.
-Max!
How did you get in?
Ever hear of Houdini?
Just the other way round.
You remember what happened
to Houdini in the end?
One thing...
I give you credit for.
An exercise within an exercise.
You taught me that.
I never planned to send
anything to the press.
It would cause damage to the Mossad.
I would never, in my life, do anything
that would damage the Mossad.
All that I wanted was to get you here.
For what?
Nobody humiliates Max Elbaz
and gets away with it.
You've booby-trapped the building.
One click...
The mikveh is in heaven,
along with you, me,
and all the trainees.
-Max--
-Don't try me.
You know me well enough to understand
what I am capable of.
What do you want?
The second one as well.
Place it on the floor.
Simon, Avsha here.
Request permission
to go inside to search for Kobi.
Permission denied, I repeat,
stay in your places.
Doris.
Wow, look who's here.
Excellent.
-You took the pictures?
-Yes.
Again, photograph him again.
Maybe there's a reason behind this.
If that Muammar of yours violated
field security regulations?
He would have come alone,
he wouldn't show up like this.
He would have come with the entire
"special unit."
Their job is to comb the place.
Your handwriting is undecipherable.
Look into the little camera and read it.
"I, Yona Harari...
an agent of the Mossad--"
You know what's the opposite
of a secret agent? Do you?
You.
This recording will be seen
throughout the world.
In every airport, cafe, barbershop.
Go on, continue, it's lovely.
Come on.
"I, Yona Harari,
an agent of the Mossad and Commander
of most disastrous training course
in all of Israel's history...
do hereby state herein...
that I have betrayed
the trust I was given.
I admit to having disseminated secrets and
operating procedures of the Mossad
to trainees, criminals, con artists...
and non-Jews...
all of whom are capable of betraying
this country without any hesitation."
My greatest failure as an instructor is,
without any doubt,
the trainee, Max Elbaz.
Read what's written.
-Who should have known...
-Read what's written!
...that in light of his biography,
the first thing we'll do
will be to check out the gas tank storage.
I'm a total jerk.
-I should have planted a microphone there.
-Correct.
I'm going over there.
What are you doing, Doris?
Are you for real?
No.
Doris.
I don't understand
what you want from me, Micha.
There isn't any thumb drive here,
I swear to you,
I haven't hidden a thing.
Try using your fucking head, okay?
For me, Muammar.
What do you want from me?
I have no idea what you want from me.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay.
Okay, all right, okay,
relax, I'm on my way.
Okay.
Nice work, Mr. Frachdel.
I'm glad that you decided to stay with us.
I'm glad that you're happy.
-You know what I'm thinking?
-What are you thinking?
That you staged this whole production
so you could regain your self-confidence.
Well, it's a worthy cause, isn't it?
Idiot.
-Listen, I've got to go somewhere.
-Where to?
To turn the unexpected into...
the expected.
What do you say about meeting up later?
It seems that you're under the impression
that coming to the clinic,
holding my hand and, for a change,
acting like a human being...
-has given you brownie points.
-What, it hasn't?
Yes.
Shit.
Micha, please, let me go.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
It's getting late, Muammar.
I have no idea
what you want from me, Micha.
Finally.
I'm telling you I don't have a clue.
Yona, tell him.
What, can you do anything by yourself?
Encouraging people to open up
is more of your thing.
This fellow claims that he has no idea
what we want from him.
Sferastudios