Mossad 101 (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Tapuach Rakuv - full transcript

Believe me, it doesn't make me happy
dragging you in here on a Saturday night.

But we have a problem.

One of the participants in this course,

one of the people to whom I gave my trust,

is what is known as a rotten apple.

This particular rotten apple...

Has infiltrated under false pretenses.

He or she

came here for the wrong reasons.

He, or she,

has succeeded, up to now, in taking part



in perhaps the most sensitive
training course in the State of Israel.

You will be staying here tonight,

you will not leave the compound

until you have concluded unanimously

who the rotten apple is.

How exactly
are we supposed to decide this?

By collective self-examination.

What is self-examination?

The first step,

you will each be given the personal file
of another participant

which you will study
for the purpose of interrogation.

One second, what do you mean
by interrogation?

-Who interrogates who?
-You do.

Each other.



We will divide you into pairs,

so that nobody will feel discriminated
against. There are no exceptions.

You will interrogate
as you have been taught to do.

Other than torture, naturally,
all other strategies

will be acceptable.

That's a shame.

Once the interrogations are completed,

the group will decide who
the rotten apple is.

He, or she, will leave the course.

I know it's not pleasant to expel a buddy,

but in our profession, if we don't,

we'll end up hanging beside each other.

Good luck.

"Hang together,
or end up hanging beside each other?"

Chicles' work.

You're aware that Rotten Apple 2006
ended in a suicide?

As it is, one loses control
of the dynamics.

This is neither a campfire, nor
a night maneuver. Here are the pairings.

Max and Katarina?

-Really? Are you sure?
-Don't interfere.

Okay.

-What's so funny?
-450 million dollars?

You've got 450 million dollars
in the bank, asshole?

More or less.

-So, how much more?
-Careful, Giora,

looks like he wants to be your accountant.

And we all read
what happened to his clients.

Hey, shut up, you. Combat pilot, my ass.

As if you wouldn't kill for even one
percent of what he's got in the bank.

We've read all about your...
business successes.

Hey, it's all written in here, eh?

Wow, Sveta,
you were a hefty little thing, eh?

-How did you take it off, Weight Watchers?
-No, enemas, right?

Assholes.

-Everything okay?
-Yes. I've got a slight headache.

These dossiers are like
undressing in front of everybody.

It says here that you are
an expert on body language.

What's that about?

Can you know things
about people without them talking?

Anyone can.

The fact that you're here, for example,

means something
in my body language drew you here.

You looked pathetic.

That's a matter of interpretation.

What do you see
when you look at the people here?

Can you guess who the rotten apple is?

I don't think that there is
a rotten apple. I believe it's all

an exercise in group dynamics.

In spite of it all, if you had to guess...

There are people who
feel more threatened than others.

There are those who
try to hide their discomfort.

There are secrets here.

There are lies here.

There are...

Please excuse me,
but I need to lie down a bit.

Okay.

-Yona was talking about you before.
-About me?

We both know that you have your reasons
for being here and that you suspect a lot.

I no longer just suspect, Sveta.

A few days I received the things
from his apartment in Bulgaria.

My husband and I had an arrangement,

that he would let me have
the name of the operation commander,

so I would know who to turn to in case
something went wrong.

The name that he left me was...

Yona Harrari.

When I started the course,
I asked him if he had any connection

to the Bulgarian operation.

He told me that he didn't.

The only apple that's rotten around here

is the man that caused my husband
to be killed.

Enough, Doris.

I will not turn you in,

but I cannot lie for you, understand?

I want to complete this course.

-Sugar?
-No, sweetener.

Max, if you can hear me,
scratch your head.

Good, you can start.

That story about you
and the millionaire's son is very sad.

Like Cinderella,
but without the happy ending.

Is that a question?

What's your tie to Israel?

What do you like about it?

Jerusalem? The Dead Sea?

Or maybe that place on the Sea of Galilee
where Jesus walked on the water?

I don't understand what you want.

You are not an Israeli, Katarina,
you're a tourist.

A tourist who is stuck here
without any money or a ticket home.

-You aren't Israeli either.
-I am a Jew.

A Jew in Israel is never a tourist.

Whoever accepted me for the course

apparently considered
that I'm more than just a tourist.

Whoever accepted you...

-Did you have sex with him?
-With who?

With our C.O., Yona Harrari.

Remember that you're hooked up
to a polygraph machine.

No.

The machine says that you're lying.

He's lying.

The results are marginal.

Now you're lying.

You ran a dance club in Sao Paulo.

What sort of contribution to Israel's
security can you make

with that sort of background?

We in the Mossad employ hookers
for enticing.

Shut your mouth!

What's the matter, Katarina?
The truth hurts?

It hurts you.

-You are so--
-I am so, what? Tell me.

Pathetic.

Right, I'm going to another room.
You can carry on with them.

Hi, Giora.

Why are you here, Giora?

You're 47 years old, a hunk,
rich and successful,

what do you need this for?

-For the experience.
-Ah, I see,

it was either learning to pilot yachts
or the Mossad training course.

No, I have people to sail my yacht for me.

Doris, he's too cozy.
You need to catch him off-balance.

What's your theory, Doris?

-Money.
-No, I have enough.

Are you familiar with the saying

You're never too slim, never too rich.

There is no such thing as "enough money."

On 17 August 2006, you met in Hong Kong

with a banker named Henry Chou.

Do you recall that meeting?

Great, Doris, carry on.

No, you've totally confused everything.

The opposite, the Office asked me
to do them a favor,

-and meet with Henry Chou, and pass on--
-I know.

But what a miracle, two months later,

a new Global Bet branch
opens up in Hong Kong.

A coincidence?

Totally.

According to your profile,
I see a man who loves only one thing...

Not his family,

not his country,

not even himself.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

Money does not seem to me to be the proper
motivation for joining this course.

When was the last time
you spoke with your family?

We aren't speaking.

Because you told them that you're marrying
a Jew and they didn't accept it.

The truth is that I understand them.

There is nothing more repulsive
than someone who betrays somebody else.

I would prefer
the most extremist Muslim there is

over someone without any roots,
they disgust me the most.

So, I disgust you, Max?

Actually, I thought it was the opposite.

You do not belong here, Katarina.

In spite of it all, here I am.

Until the next guy comes around
and tells you what you want to hear.

He could even be an Arab, right?

That guy is a first class asshole.

He is not interrogating at all,
just payback.

This is not your country, Katarina,
these are not your people,

this is not your language,
nor your history,

not your religion, you have nothing here.

Leave!

Go back to Brazil!

Okay, Max,

-take out your earpiece.
-I'm not finished yet.

You're finished.

Good night, beautiful.

Let's talk about your brother-in-law,
Naor Ackerman.

He and your sister declared bankruptcy.

What's the connection?

You could have saved him.

Giora, 250 thousand dollars for you
is like leaving a tip at a cafe for me.

Perhaps you didn't like him?
Maybe you don't care for your sister?

But your father, Giora, your father.

What about him?

The father, Doris, that's been
his strongest reaction up to now.

Go on with the father,
put the screws on him.

Yehoshua Hefner, a long time
member of Kibbutz Degania,

one of the legendary commanders
of the paratroopers, salt of the earth.

He still actively volunteers on behalf
of soldiers without families in Israel.

They even call him "Dad.", how's he doing?

Thank God.

Not that he believes in him,
a kibbutznik down to his soul.

-Last year he wasn't feeling too well.
-He recovered like a lion.

No thanks to you.

According to the dates here,
he had to wait a very long time

for an operation.

I am really surprised at you, Giora.

Couldn't you have flown your father

to a private clinic, overseas?

You've found me out, Doris.

Congratulations.

I'm the rotten apple.

My father...

Try explaining to an 80 year old
kibbutznik, what on-line gambling is.

An empty vessel,

that's what he calls me.

That's what I am as far as he's concerned,
an empty vessel, Doris.

You know, Doris, six years ago,
the Office approached me.

They asked me to do them a favor,

to send a package from point A to point B.

You know, private planes
get preferential treatment at airports.

So just the fact that I was asked,
made me feel good.

That I am capable of doing something...

without any personal gain, at all,
on behalf of the country.

It got me thinking that my father,

that old goat,

was right.

If you're not part of something,
bigger than yourself...

you're just an empty vessel.

You're nothing.

Less than nothing, you're less than zero.

That's the equation
that I'm trying to rectify.

Kobi.

Kobi, wait up.

Shit.

Fuck!

I want to ask you to forgive me.

For what?

You showed me that I matter
more to you than even the course.

You were even prepared to throw away
the surveillance report that you did on me

-in order not to hurt me.
-You're lying.

She's lying.

In the end, I hurt you.

Don't touch me!

Max,

I'm not trying to get you into trouble.

I'm just apologizing
for the way I behaved.

There are things
that you said about me that are true.

I'm not like you.

One can see that from your profile. You...

are a man of principle and loyalty.

Max,

let's start over.

Please.

That's what's called an elegant breakup.

Fine, I'm going back to Doris.

Let's talk about Bulgaria.

Gladly.

What did you do there?

My husband and I had a language school.
It's all there.

-It was your cover?
-No, it was a real business.

-For how long?
-Fifteen years.

And then your husband died?

-How did that happen?
-During an operational mission.

Could you be more specific?

I don't like his poking around there.

-Don't interfere.
-Put a stop to this now, Abby.

What happened during the mission?

I don't know.

No one ever told you?
Didn't you want to know?

What do you think?

For many years,
I didn't even know where he was buried.

-This is totally irrelevant.
-It's fine.

-The body was not identified.
-You didn't consider asking?

You didn't want to know how he was killed?

Giora, let it go.

Excuse me?

You're getting into a classified matter.
Change your direction.

There are some interesting items
in here about you.

"The Jewish Force."

You actually headed this organization.

I founded it.

Here is something that
just the two of us have in common.

Out of everyone here, only we know
how it is with the Muslims in Europe.

They put up a mosque,
500 meters from my apartment

when I lived in Milan.

So what? You're a Christian.

You think that they don't hate us as well?

Are you trying to be my friend?

We have nothing in common.

What's the matter, Kinder? Scared
that your pupils will discover

that you're not so perfect?

Wait, are you testing me?

I'm going back inside.

The Director phoned me over the weekend.

He recommended that I apply for
the Head of Station post in Washington.

Wow!

Yes.

Wait a second.
Wasn't Ishai pegged for the job?

He was, I don't know.
Apparently they changed their minds.

You told me that you broke into mosques.

Petty antics, intelligence.

So you were already
a spy before coming here.

Not a spy, a fighter.

While you were selling
your ass in those clubs,

I was putting my life
on the line for Israel.

The Washington head
is just below the Deputy.

You must be on cloud nine.

I didn't tell the Deputy Director
about the pregnancy.

I should have, but I couldn't
get the words out.

I was so taken by surprise and...

delighted. I really was on cloud nine.

Okay, it's not too late.

Washington is a 24/7 job.

Did you think that he'll post a woman
who's in advanced pregnancy there?

-So what do you plan on doing?
-Don't know.

Wow.

Wow.

March, 2012,

fire in a mosque,

one of their big ones.

Was that you?

No.

People died.

Not people,

one woman.

The cleaning lady.

Zehura El Iyash.

A mother of five children.

The Arabs have a lot of children.

Interesting how you remember her name.

It was on the news.

I have a good memory.

-Max...
-What?

I was in Paris that day.

So?

Am I suited for the course?

The truth is yes.
If there is someone who is qualified

to be in this the course, it's you.

Combat pilot, farmer, exemplary husband.

And your photo here is a winner.

Yes?

Thanks.

Sveta, you know that

there isn't any rotten apple here.

It's a sociometric test.

I've been through tons of them.

Various try outs, final acceptance trial,
combat pilot school

Personally, I don't intend
to point a finger at anyone.

Certainly not you.

Thanks.

You're pretty sure of yourself, eh?

Truth be told, that's totally justified.
Really justified.

There wasn't an exam
that you didn't get a hundred on.

You aced the exercises.

But, I... Can I say something?

As someone with a little experience
with these exercises?

Generally, there is an negative relation
between standing out and popularity.

That's to say, the more confident one is,
the more likely he'll be screwed over.

And you,

if you don't mind me saying so,
are a hard person.

You don't give anyone the time of day.

I have never tried to be popular.

Here's your chance.

-Good luck.
-Thanks, Sveta.

Jerk.

Gideon, do me a favor.

Do you think that I'd be calling you
if it wasn't important?

Yona, accessing those records
is complicated.

I don't need
all the details of the meeting,

all I want to know is who recommended her.

Who's pulling the strings.

Look, I'm scared that
I'll be in trouble for this.

You won't be in any trouble,
it'll remain just between us.

It looks like it was Deputy,
but I'll have to check it out.

Okay, I'll wait for your answer.

-Bye.
-Bye, thanks.

-You're the apple.
-I'm the apple?

You're the apple.

You're the fucking apple,
you're the worm in the apple.

-I'm the worm in the apple?
-You're the worm in the apple.

I'm the worm in the apple?

Son of a bitch, you're a fucking apple,
a rotten apple.

You're the apple.

You're the fucking apple.

You're the fucking apple.

They've been this way for twenty minutes.

Okay.

Did you really think that
you could separate this pair?

You played right into their hands.

I'd like to compliment you
on your recruitment talk.

-What recruitment talk?
-Before, in the kitchen.

You did make a point.

It really is much easier for me to excel
than to be popular.

That wasn't a recruitment talk.

High school, the army,

the cadet course at the foreign ministry,

I was always an outsider.

So now here comes the salt of the earth
who wants to give me a hug?

Nice.

Under different circumstances,
it might have even worked.

You seem to over analyze
things a little too deeply, Sveta.

That's the way I am.

Let's take a look at your profile,
for example.

What about it?

Transparent, like you.

Even boring.

What can I do,
I didn't have much drama in my life.

Actually, I see a lot of drama,

even tragedy.

How many times
did you apply to be a pilot with El-Al?

Twice.

And you failed?

It was a totally technical matter.

They preferred to hire cargo pilots
who put in more flight time,

-and not combat pilots.
-What about this company, El-Rom?

An executive plane rental company.

Ah, that's with the partner
that forced you out?

We didn't get along.

You had to sell part of
your father's farm to pay off debts.

El-Rom Corp in receivership

Juicy-Juices

What are Juicy Juices?

Natural juice bars in malls, right?

-Was this name your idea?
-Yeah, cute.

How long did it last
until you went bankrupt?

I sold the business after six months.

Right, your father didn't have any more
money to help you with,

so you turned to your wife's parents?

My wife's father wanted to continue
to run the stand, so I gave it to him,

it doesn't seem that I am good with...

juices.

What are you good at?

You also didn't get accepted
so easily into the course.

I'm here, aren't I?

With some help.

Somebody on the inside
apparently was keen on you being here.

Your wife's father, perhaps?
Maybe a friend from your squadron.

You remember what Yona said before?

The Rotten Apple that got in
under false pretenses?

-Hold on, are you saying that I'm a fraud?
-No.

You're not smart enough to be a fraud.

Your problem is something else,

you're mediocre.

You know what the saddest part is?

That once you didn't realize that.

You peaked in the army, and since then...

Hanoch,

if you had the courage
to look yourself in the eye,

you'd see exactly what I see,

a weak and frightened man

who lives in the past
and is scared of the future.

It's not that I think
that you're not suited to be her.

You yourself believe
that you are not suited to be here.

Let me put it in simpler terms,

a yes or no question for the polygraph.

Do you, Hanoch Gat,

consider yourself qualified to continue
with the Mossad training course?

Do you, Hanoch Gat,

consider yourself qualified to continue
with the Mossad training course?

That's it?

You requested that I be nice to you, no?

So what are you going to do about...

Will you get off my case?

That is, are you considering the option?

Head of station in Washington.

A chance like that happens
only once in a career, if at all.

You'll get to where you want to be,
even without it.

Having a kid requires the correct timing.

Abby...

I'm sorry for venting.

Wow.

Should I tell or will you?

Tell what?

Avsha.

When you live with someone like my wife,

you learn to identify the signs.

-What signs?
-The before signs,

the after signs.

While it's happening,
there aren't any signs.

Suddenly, you're alone, you ask yourself,

where has she disappeared
to in the middle of the night.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand
what you are talking about.

You understand.

You're an addict like my wife.

With her, it's gambling,
with you, drugs.

But it's all the same shit.
Addiction is addiction.

Forty-five minutes ago I caught you about
to give yourself a shot of narcotic.

Yes or no?

-No.
-Isn't it true that you're a drug addict?

No.

Enough, bro, save yourself
the embarrassment.

You are a drug addict!

You know, each time I see you disappear
and then come back good as new.

I told you that
I have experience with this.

My wife comes back from the casino,
looking like she'd just had a facial.

The excitement does wonders for her skin.

I caught you
just before you shot up, right?

The needle fell and broke,

so now you must be going through
the worst crisis of your life,

craving for a fix, no?

He was tested like everyone,
the results were clean.

I never would have believe that someone
could go through a Mossad course

while he's zonked off his ass,

but, here you are.

Listen, Kobi, what you are doing

is that you're simply taking out
the anger you have for your wife on me.

-In psychology, it's known as projection.
-Stop fucking around with me, okay?

I saw you with my own eyes.

Listen to me.

I don't know what you saw.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I am

not a drug addict.

-What are you doing?
-I'm pulling up his medical file.

If I missed something like that...

-We're missing a cadet.
-What?

The pilot's not here.

You're all cowards.

What do you want?
Shall we set up a voting booth?

If each one of us were to know
what the others think of him,

-this course would fall apart.
-So let it fall apart!

Kobi, we all know
about your gambling debts,

and about your clientele, black market,
gray market, whatever.

Simply put, you're a crook.

Sveta, as the one who wrote the report,
it's not all that conclusive.

Thank you, Doctor.

But don't think that by protecting me,
I will protect you in return.

What are you doing here?

Enjoying... my last day here.

In the course?

No, on earth.

There is no reason for them choosing you.

I understand that you're a bit upset now.
Svetlana was pretty tough on you.

Hanoch, this particular course
is the exception.

The other courses
are full of people like yourself,

guys who are trustworthy,
brave and patriotic.

Hanoch, it's all good.

I know why you're in the course.

What do you mean?

My boss is not
the only one who trusts Yona.

Okay.

During the last mission that
Yona Harrari took part in,

all sorts of things went down
that weren't supposed to happen.

I see.

-I don't get it, why do you--
-Let him be in charge of the course?

We have our reasons.

I can't let you in on them right now,

but the point is that we need you.

Are you up to continuing?

Please, speak.

I might have had more
concrete things to say,

if I hadn't been forced to stop
after a minute and a half of questioning.

All I know is that here you're given

special attention.

So what are you saying,
that I have connections?

I don't know. What I do know is that there

-shouldn't be any exception for any of us.
-Yet there are.

Right, Katarina?

They get special attention.

But that's nothing compared to the
special attention she got from our C.O..

-Max, enough, don't be gross.
-He can't be anything else.

-This is the Mossad, not a brothel.
-Hey!

What's happened? What's going on here?

Oh, look who's here.
Where have you been hiding?

What's up?

-There won't be a unanimous decision.
-Don't be so sure.

I have a leading candidate.

Mr. Avsha Engler, ladies and gentlemen,

is...

a pathetic drug addict.

-What do you mean by drug addict?
-A drug addict.

Narcotics, a junkie.

Are you nuts?

He's not.

He's right. Sort of.

Which drugs, coke, heroin, what?

Extavia.

It's medicine.

Medicine for what?

I have M.S.

I suffer from multiple sclerosis.

Congrats, Kobi.

It could be worse.

I've got another 10-15 years to go before

they start changing my diapers.

How did they not

find out about it?

-M.S. is a difficult disease to identify.
-But it's not a reason for expulsion.

-Got yourself a new boyfriend, Katarina?
-Shut up already.

First, there was that asshole millionaire,

then the C.O. that took advantage of you

and now the poor guy
with one foot in the grave.

If anybody should be kicked out, it's you.

This man is a murderer!

He set fire to a mosque in Marseilles.

He murdered a Muslim woman in cold blood.

He burned her to death
while she was sleeping.

Did we know about this?

We thought that he was in Paris.

-Okay, it's a tie.
-What's a tie?

One fuck-up for the Vetting Department.
One fuck-up for Intelligence.

-I told you something like that?
-It's true, isn't it?

And if it's true, so what?

Do you think that it matters to them?

What I can contribute to this country,
no one can take away from me.

They know my worth.

Murderer! Scum!

-Cunt.
-Hey.

This is the Jewish Army.

She's a fifth columnist!
Don't you all get it?

Drop your hand!

I apologize in the name
of all the Jewish people.

Apparently we also have rotten apples.

Are you throwing me out?

Definitely.

With a kick in your ass,
and as far away from here as possible.

I'll show you, shithead.

You haven't heard the last of me.

You are done for, you traitor.

You son of a bitch!

What type of M.S. are we talking about?

R.R.M.S.

Relapsing-remitting.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, it's okay, the...

meds help with the symptoms.

We approached you twice to join us.
You turned us down.

The third time, you came to us.

Was this after you were diagnosed?

Yes.

I thought to myself that I didn't have
much time left, so I...

wanted to experience new things.

There's lots of extreme stuff
out there, Avsha.

What's wrong with bungee jumping?

-Can you elaborate about the symptoms?
-What difference does it make?

He's right.

Okay...

Thank you for the...

experience.

I am sorry for having lied.

Where are you off to?

Ten good years is a lot.

He lied to us.

You have a problem with liars, Kinder?

Me? No.

I myself am a liar.

Avsha, you are to undergo
a full medical exam.

Afterwards, we'll make our final decision.

Thank you so much.

I really appreciate this.

Congratulations.

Good morning. How did it go?

It was fascinating.

Recommended to all reality TV fans.

I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

Did you hear about Abigail's new job?

She's just a candidate for now.

Ah, Micah, don't belittle yourself.

With your word and backing,
the job is hers.

Stay out of this, Kinder.

You're right. There are things
one shouldn't become involved in.

Have a great day.

Motherfucker.