Mossad 101 (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Mivtza Sofia - full transcript

Yes, Jacob?

Can't find it.

What do you mean "can't find it"?

There are a million dead Bulgarians
lying around here, this won't do.

Fine.

Maybe our friend can help somehow.

My condolences.

-Dr. Robert McEwan?
-Yes, that's me.

And just what kind of doctor are you?

Contagious sexual diseases.

Disgusting.



Now I get why they handed it
back to you like this at the airport.

How you been doing?
Have you obtained a refugee status?

No, actually...

It went kind of easy.

-We saw the way you were sweating.
-Internet said zero degrees Celsius.

-I packed for zero degrees.
-Yeah, sure.

Everybody.

Welcome to Bulgaria.

Wonderful country, fairy tale villages,

ski resorts,

extremely interesting history.

Looks charming.

And a lot of attractions,

which, unfortunately,
you won't be able to see.



You'll be busy...

with him. Said Adnan.

OPTIMA REAL ESTATE AGENCY

If you want any property here in Sofia,
here's your man.

Born in Gaza,
studied engineering in Russia,

and settled down here
quite a few years ago.

-Real estate broker?
-What do you think? A terrorist.

In a normal country,
Said would have been given a medal.

All the information we have
about Al-Qaeda in eastern Europe...

comes from this guy.

If he's such a model agent,
what are we doing here?

You kidnap the subject,

put him to sleep,

and get him over here.

So that he and I can talk.

Talk-talk, or... talk?

Said isn't one of the bad guys,
he's one of our own, all right?

The only problem with him...

is that he's too relaxed.

A few months ago,
Said requested, or rather, demanded,

that we stop protecting him.

He believes he's made enough money,
blended in sufficiently,

and in short,
that he can get by without us.

-And you want to show him he's wrong.
-That's right.

Because collaborators
sometimes need to be refreshed.

Let me remind you that we don't
have ties with the local police.

So if things start getting messy,

you'd better have
a toothbrush in your bag.

Shall we start working?

-Hi, Giora.
-Hey.

Just what we needed in the room.

Bouquet of interests.

Behind every bouquet hides
a "maybe you do this for me?"

You're looking better.

Already making wee-wee
on my own, without a tube.

You got answers for me?

I know I look horrible
and I know this is...

I've overcome much worse things than this.

I just want to know, Abigail,
that I'm returning to the course.

I ask that you help me with that.

-It's not my call.
-Whose then?

Micha Shuster, deputy head of Mossad.
This course is his baby.

Can you speak with him?

You can speak with him yourself.

I'm sure if you tell him the right things,

there won't be any problem
getting you into the next class.

I don't understand what you're telling me.

I've got something to ask you, Giora.

I'm asking myself if there's
an opening in any of your companies

for a senior figure
with rich security experience.

Micha?

No, somebody else.

We can work something out.
Cyber warfare.

I have a start-up on the verge
of an IPO that deals with that.

Perfect.

So?

Can I be calm about it?

Next course opens in September.

Can I just arrange your flowers?

Let me tell you
what I want you to tell Micha.

This one I can already throw out, right?

So, Preslava,

how are you feeling?

Coming home, Jacob.

You promised you'll explain it to me.

Not now, patience.

It took you exactly one hour to get me
on a plane and launch me out of here.

You erased my whole life in one moment,

and have been telling me
"patience" ever since.

-So don't tell me "patience" anymore.
-Doris...

I promise you, you're not leaving Bulgaria

until you know every detail
of what's happened here.

Okay?

North of Sofia
First contact with the target

Let's go.

Madam!

I only parked for one minute.

I don't wait for anybody.

Madam, there's no reason...

Get your hand off me.

Or I'll arrest you.

Madam, I'm sorry for the trouble.

Goddamn cop.

Fine.

May I?

How are you?

I think we need
to start with a clean slate.

For the sake of the family, I presume.

Stop. I've told you,
I don't want anything from you.

Right now.

Would you stop being a dick?
I've come to tell you something.

I visited Giora Hefner today,
the trainee who was injured.

I know who Giora Hefner is.

Giora told me something very interesting.

He's got a pre-IPO start-up company
looking for a CEO,

someone with security background.

Thanks, but I'm happy with my job.
I'm not looking for a new one.

Not you, idiot.

Head of Mossad finishes
his term in six months.

Candidates are you and Dekel.

There isn't a question here.

There is, actually.

-Why'd Dekel take a private sector offer?
-Why?

Because it's loads of money.

Because Dekel has two kids
in college in the US,

and a less than 50% chance
of promotion here.

And Dekel isn't the gambling type.

The way I see it,

he will jump on it without thinking twice.

You think so?

Listen, Hefner is looking
for more references.

I think you should visit him, you know,

as the Senior Commander.

An injured trainee, after all.

Everybody says the next head will come
from within the organization ranks.

Regardless of everything else,

it should be you.

-I stuck to him all day long...
-Sorry, I apologize.

Cosmetics are so cheap here,

I just went into a store
and lost track of time. Sorry.

It's all right, we've just started.

Range-wise, I had at least five
opportunities to kidnap him today.

He's unarmed.
The real problem is his driver.

Vadim Sadulayev.

Yeah, a man who gives
a new meaning to the word "tank."

He's very cautious, very professional.

So we actually need
to eliminate the driver?

Take out a Chechen killer the entire
Russian army wasn't able to catch?

Besides, the objective
is a kidnapped agent,

not a kidnapped agent plus a body.

Okay, I need to get going.

-I'm dining with Said.
-Wow, I'm starving.

-Where are you meeting him?
-Some Lebanese restaurant.

-Wow, I could go for Lebanese.
-No "wow" and no "go for" anything.

-You're staying in the car.
-What?

The restaurant is Said's territory.
He'll test you.

-I don't think he suspects me.
-He doesn't suspect you?

Mr. Angler, I expect you to be a little
smarter at this stage in the course.

I'll be careful.

All right.

Katarina, Frachdel, you'll be backup.

Sveta, the driver is yours. Good luck.

Do you speak Russian?

It's a Volga, right?

Original Soviet Volga.

It's an original Soviet piece of crap.
What is it to you?

I'll tell you.

Just lovely.

Very few like these left.

With the engine it's got,
it's better that way.

Yelena Leontziva.

I'm in town on a visit with my husband.
His birthday is in two days.

He collects cars,

and this Volga could be a nice present.

Is it yours?

No. Take a guess.
It belongs to my boss.

Will he be willing to sell it?

For the right price,
my boss will sell his own grandmother.

I'm willing to pay a lot.

How much is a lot?

A lot more than what it's worth.

And enough for you to have your share.

But first I want to take it to the garage,
make sure it's an original Volga.

So tomorrow at the garage?

Go ahead and check.

God damn it, it's cold.

-What is it?
-Banicha, Banitza,

who knows what's it called.

It's some kind of pastry.

-Put it on.
-What's up?

Put it on.

"Abu-Haled."

He's working his way out of it.

What a hot shot?

Listen, I don't...

I don't want to meddle, but...

-Is there anything going on between you?
-What?

You and Avsha.

Give me a break, what am I, a child?

You think I can't see
how he's looking at you?

The guy's in love.

We're just friends.

Sure. Friends.

Good friends.

Said Adnan
Real estate office

Mr. Angler.

Have a seat.

Well?

What's your impression of Said so far?

In what aspect?

In the aspect that you've
not been separated from him.

I'm interested to know
what you think about him.

Well, he's sympathetic,

knowledgeable,

level-headed, cautious,

not impulsive,

polite, really loves his family.

You like him.

Yes.

Why?

No, no reason.

I've know him for many years. He's...

He's a heck of a guy.

There's just one thing
you shouldn't forget about him.

What's that?

We've trained him.

This is thiopental, it's an anesthetic.

Here, take the syringe, come here.

Approach me and try to inject me.

What?

Approach me and try to inject me.

Go on.

Well?

Once more.

Go ahead, Mr. Angler,
I thought you were good with syringes.

Go on.

There are two ways to do this right.

First,

take him by surprise.

Second, take him by force.

Since I don't count on you
being able to surprise him,

you, Frachdel, and Katarina,

are going to have to use force.

Am I clear?

Everything is going to be all right.

Good luck.

Preslava,

I can't believe it. You're back?

It's not fair, I tell you,

for a love as big as yours
to end due to a car accident.

After Aaron's death,

I just wanted to get on
the first plane to Israel.

I apologize for not even saying
goodbye to you.

I'm here to ask you
to tell me about Aaron's last day.

Did you notice anything strange?

He shouldn't have been driving.

My wife always tells me, "Edmond,
don't drive when you're nervous."

Nervous?

Just before he went out
with that friend of yours,

Jacob, from Israel, he came here.

Aaron was happy to see him at first,

but then they started arguing.

Arguing about what?

It was in Hebrew.
All I know is they had a fight.

And at the end, before he went,
your friend left him a suitcase.

Aaron took it and put it in the safe.

And the accident?

Did the papers say anything?

How did it happen?

It was such a mess here after the break-in
that I barely managed to read the papers.

A break-in? Here?

They stole the computer,

took apart the safe, tore up textbooks...

A thorough cleaning.

Maybe you should talk to the investigator
who came here after the accident.

Didn't care about the thieves, the moron.
The sort of questions he had!

If Aaron had a taxi license.

Okay, let's make one thing clear, pal,

in real kidnapping and assassinations,
I'm in charge of the elevator, all right.

I've already told you,
we don't do assassinations,

-it's not our job.
-All right, relax, all right...

Say, isn't it nice of Said to provide us
this classic location for his kidnapping?

You played it nicely.

OPTIMA REAL ESTATE AGENCY

Vadim, I need you, get over here.

I'm at the garage, okay, half an hour.

Why didn't you tell me?

Okay, I'll go there on my own.

-Are you sure?
-Yes. 42 Kumata Street.

Get there quickly.

Can you prop it up?

Prop the car up,
I want to have a look at the bottom.

Yes, all right.

Anton Krokteiev?

Yes.

Nadia Kristova, insurance investigator.

Are you the former owner
of the taxi that blew up near Lozenets?

Why are they reopening this investigation?
It's been a year.

This will only take a few minutes.

I've already told the police
everything I knew.

Wait, did you say the car blew up?
I guess the rumors were true.

What rumors?

That the driver was a terrorist.

-A terrorist?
-Yes.

A taxi crashing into a tree

wouldn't have caused such an explosion.

And besides, the money...

What about it?

You know the cab was full of money,
lots of money, millions.

But it later turned out
the money was fake.

Yeah?

An international terrorist,
in my taxi with fake money.

Mr. Krokteiev, all I want to know
is the man's name.

I can't recall.

A nice person, an Arab.

-An Arab?
-Yes.

Is this the man?

Yes.

-This is the terrorist.
-Thank you.

Lady!

That is the terrorist!

Do you want a check,
or do you prefer cash?

Oh...

Excuse me one second.

Doris?

Svet?

I need you to get over here immediately.

Where the hell are you?
You're supposed to be here as my backup.

Don't ask too many questions.
I ask that you get over here immediately.

What's wrong?

-He's going to eliminate him.
-Who?

Said.

Yona's going to kill him.

Where are you?

Okay.

Something urgent came up.
Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

To get the money.
Don't worry, I'll be right back.

Where's my money?

How much time?

Okay, take the car down.

But I haven't finished
what she asked me to do yet.

Take it down now!

Just relax.

-We're unable to connect your call.
-God damn it!

Son of a bitch. Go!

It's only an exercise.

Hebrew?

Do you mind stopping this chit-chat?

What do you want?

I have a wife and kids.

What... listen.

Let me at least speak with her.
I'm begging you, please.

Please! No, please! What's that?

It's just an anesthetic.

What... What do you mean an anesthetic?

They sent my husband
to make a deal with fake money.

Aaron knew it was dangerous.

Yona.

Tell them, please.

I didn't do anything, I...

I swear, I didn't do anything.

I don't get what you're saying.

I'm saying there was
real money in the operation.

But he kept the money for himself.

Is it going to take much longer,
Mr. Angler?

The only person who knows
what really went on there is Said.

That's why I've got
to talk with Said before--

-You don't really believe Yona...
-I think this whole kidnapping

is Yona's private operation.

An operation to get rid of evidence.

Said?

He's dead.

What was in the syringe?

He killed himself.

Help me out.

Well?

Well?

Go, back up. Go, now!

Said was a double agent, Avsha.

For every piece of information he gave us,

he sent three others to Hezbollah.

We found out about him
after the operation here went wrong.

He's actually the person responsible
for Doris' husband's death,

I get it, you're in a bit
of a shock right now.

Maybe even a little angry.

But not only was
this assassination important,

it was even more important
that you did it.

Listen, Avsha.
You're our best trainee, okay?

But if you don't come to grip
with reality, you're useless to me.

Our enemy has a face and a family.

Usually, our enemy is
someone you know first-hand.

Maybe even like.

"Beware of mercy
as you would beware your enemy."

Titus Livius, two thousand years ago.

And it's still relevant.

-Svet?
-I'm here.

-Well?
-Well what?

Like I thought, a bunch of lies.

He tried to convince me
Said murdered my husband.

And according to Yona,
Said shot him here, you get it? Nearby.

Wait, never mind,
we'll go back to Israel and we'll--

I can't help you.

What's wrong?

He's kicking me out, Doris.

With one week to go.

For letting Said's driver
get to the scene.

Do you know how many Svetlanas
there are in Israel?

Eleven thousand.

Somebody from the interior ministry
once told me that.

Eleven thousand.

So I wanted to be...

something else, more than just a Svetlana.

I really dreamed I could be something big.

You're not just somebody, Sveta,

and the person who kicked you out
of this course isn't a professional,

he's just a lousy criminal.

Even if you're right,

it's too late for me.

These aren't regular
visiting hours, I know.

Nonsense, come in.

It's a great honor
that you come to visit me.

-Chocolate?
-Sure, no need to ask.

You're looking well.

I mean, all considered.

Last time I saw you, you were unconscious.

So what are you planning next, Giora?

That is, once you finally get out of here.

I'm going back to my business.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

I think your business is
a bit too much for me.

Yeah, a bit.

You've been through something
quite unpleasant.

Yes, right.

Of course, I'll be glad to give you
any help from the outside if needed.

With pleasure, of course.

Speaking of business,

I've heard you're looking for someone
reliable from within the system.

Yeah.

A cyber company, I understand?

The next Check Point, Micha.

If everything goes
the way we'd like it to.

That right?

Good. Anyway, I've got a name for you.

Top manager, an exceptional operator.

A guy named D,
but you can call him Dekel.

Excuse me one second.

Got it.

You sure?

Yes.

Speak.

Nice.