The Attaché (2019–2020): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
Avshalom and Annabelle, his French-born wife, are living in Tel Aviv. She gets a job that moves them to Paris, where there is a terrorist attack.
The dwarfy with the cymbals...
go home!
Asaf, shut it, you're waking up
the neighborhood.
-Open the trunk and go home.
-Asaf, give him his book of Psalms.
-Avshalom.
-What?
Avshalom... Avshushu!
Avshushu, you forgot your talisman.
Dude, pipe down.
You need it for
domestic peace, fertility.
-Mom.
-Okay, I got it.
-Zion, take them home.
-No, first a kiss.
-What?
-I wanna give you a kiss.
-What?
-You...
You were amazing tonight.
Your song tonight,
it was the best thing in the entire show.
I don't know what I'd do without you,
I'm crazy about you.
-Whatever, go home already, go.
-For real. Gimme another one.
Bye, Avshalom.
Sshhh...Asaf.
You're waking up the...
I love you, you midget.
Hey, Monkey.
You scared me, you psycho.
-What do you think you're doing?
-I don't have a key.
And Israel is drying up.
-What are you doing out here at 2am?
-Cuckoo.
I was sure you'd be in bed.
What?
-How was it?
-Amazing.
The audience went wild
over the new song.
What is this, wine?
The expensive shit.
Nice, why not...
Yes, I felt like it.
Did you feel like it?
I'm celebrating.
Are you celebrating?
What are you celebrating at 2am?
Are you pregnant?
No, no, I'm not pregnant. No.
Listen.
The Israeli embassy in Paris
is looking for
an immigration attaché for a year
and I thought I'd return to Paris,
be close to my folks.
What do you say?
Paris?
Why not? Paris sounds great.
-Really?
-Of course.
Croissants for breakfast,
anti-Semitism...
Only if live on the tip
of the Eiffel tower.
No, I'm serious. For real.
-Do you mean like a real attaché?
-Yes.
Okay.
What are the lyrics of
the Israeli National Anthem?
Voices in nature...
No, that's not fair.
I was new in the country, come on.
-Okay, okay.
-You are making it hard on me.
Okay, I'll give you something easier.
Who was the first prime minister?
Wouldn't you spend a year in Paris for me?
My love...
I'd build you a ladder to the moon.
Great, because I have already
submitted my candidacy.
Really?
Great.
But hey,
I just don't want you
to be disappointed, okay?
You know the odds
for getting such a job.
It's these important people
who run the world, cocktails and...
Okay.
I'm going to take a shower.
Is Uri in our bed?
Then I'll move him and wait for you.
I'll join you.
Okay then.
Avshalom?
I got the job.
THE ATTACHÉ
Hello, brother.
Brother? Arrivals from Tripoli,
is it this way or this way?
-What?
-The plane from Tripoli,
does it arrive here or there?
I'm not sure.
-Maybe there.
-Okay, thank you.
-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
Daddy, how did he know
that you speak Arabic?
I don't know. He must have guessed.
Hello.
-Hey, Monkey.
-Hey. Where are you?
Sorry, I got delayed in the embassy
and the traffic was insane, but I'm here.
-Are you at the airport?
-Yes. Where are you?
Where am I? In an Arab village.
By Gate D for 90 minutes already.
Where are you?
Mommy!
These two weeks couldn't have
gone any slower.
Mom, is this a costume?
Look at you.
Do you like it?
Pretty... too pretty, isn't it?
This is Tzachi, my bodyguard.
Tzachi, this is Avshalom, my husband.
And this is our Uri.
-Hello.
-Nice to meet you.
It's a great honor for me,
I really love your music.
Thank you very much.
-Are you hungry?
-No, we ate...
Great, because my parents
reserved a table in the Marais.
No, listen, I'm exhausted.
We'll say hello, have a bite
and go home, okay?
"Douze points".
-Annabelle.
-Yes?
It's for you.
Okay, let's go.
Come, Uri.
I have to answer.
-Dad.
-What?
Why is that man called a bodyguard?
Because Mom, she's a somebody now,
so she has someone to guard her body.
-Really, Dad? You're not kidding around?
-No, of course not.
But now that you're here,
you can guard her.
Hey, we're eating one escargot
and then home.
Yes, Sir.
Look at this cute boy.
Kiss.
-I'm so happy to see you. Sweetheart.
-Come, come to the stage.
Hey, hey, hey, so she managed to
drag you to Paris eventually, huh?
-Drop dead...
-I love you too.
Annabelle, Annabelle,
come, come over.
-You knew about this, huh?
-No, not at all.
-Maybe a little.
-Annabelle, Annabelle.
Yes, I knew, but other than that, nothing.
Until Annabelle and Avshalom join us.
Thank you for coming tonight
to welcome the Nohar-Cohen family.
-We are so happy...
-We are very, very happy.
That Annabelle and Avshalom have moved
to the most beautiful city in the world
and I hope they'll stay here for a long time.
It's a good thing you left that madness,
that tension in Israel.
-Avshalom, maybe you want to say something?
-No.
-Francois, I...
-Come on...
Go ahead, they're listening.
I don't speak French.
-A few words in Hebrew, I'll translate.
-Alright.
First of all,
it's great to arrive to this welcome.
Thank you so much for this warm welcome.
I'll try to speak French better.
I am a "little dick" in French.
-What did I say?
-You told everyone you're a small dick.
Okay. Yes, it's me...
Avshalom: "How was the meeting with Mr. DumbAss?"
Asaf: "Talk to me when you're home."
"It's important"...
-Hey, are you home?
-Hey, where are you, in the studio?
Yes, we wanted to talk to you
about something important.
You're not home?
No, Annabelle's folks
arranged a welcome party.
Check out where I am.
Chipopo in Paris or what?
I swear,
I don't get all the hype over this city.
Looks like downtown Tel Aviv to me.
Check it out.
La Guardia bridge,
the Yarkon river below.
What can I say, guys, life is tough.
Okay, call me when you get home.
It's really important.
-Is everything okay?
-It can wait. Later, okay?
-Okay.
-We'll talk later, bye.
He's sleeping.
I'm going out for a few minutes.
Can you keep an eye on him?
Thanks.
-Mom.
-Yes, sweetie.
-Have you seen Avshalom?
-No, no.
-You haven't seen him?
-I wanted to introduce you to Mr. Guillard.
He's the head of the organization
I'm volunteering for.
-Nice to meet you. Pleasure.
-Annabelle, my daughter.
-I'll be right back.
-Good, no problem my dear.
You pest, What do you want?
-Asaf.
-You have no patience, ha?
What's going on?
Drop it, it's not for now, okay?
Get settled and we'll talk tomorrow, okay?
What's going on?
Missing me already, pumpkin?
Okay, listen, I just came out of a meeting with
the distribution department, they dropped a bomb.
They want to release the album for Passover.
They say that you recording in Paris
and sending it over, will cause a delay.
They insist I should get a local drummer.
Sorry, bro. Sorry.
"Sorry?"
Annabelle, where have you been?
I've been looking for Avshalom so he could join
us, but he's not picking up, the line is busy.
Text him to come have a smoke with us
at the staircase by the river.
Let's go!
-Come on!
-We got you something to smoke.
Yes... Come on... Come on...
-You're kidding, right? It's a joke...
-I am serious!
The producers are pushing me,
what don't you understand?
Producers?
It's your band, Asaf, you're the producer.
Fine, then me too.
It makes more sense
to release the album like this.
It will sell better during Passover.
What the hell are you talking about?
I wrote this album with you.
I know and I'm sorry it turned out this way.
Couldn't you tell me this before?
How could I?
if I had told you before,
you'd had called off the trip
and you kept saying how much
you need this time out
and how you promised this year to Annabelle.
Asaf, I flew all my gear over here,
do you get that?
Listen, I'll talk to
the producers again, but...
Okay, I get it...
But I'm not making any promises.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Fuck, fuck!
Fuck, what do I do now?
Oh, Avshalom!
Avshalom.
Where were you?
-Hey.
-I called you.
What did you say?
-I said: "I called you."
-It sounds like German spoken backwards.
-How about I meet you back at the restaurant?
-Yes, alright.
See you soon.
-Goodbye, Avshalom.
-Bye, Avshalom.
I didn't know you smoke.
It's nothing, I don't.
It won't help us get pregnant, you know.
-I don't smoke. Chill.
-Okay.
Who was that on the phone?
Asaf.
He's releasing the album in Israel,
for Passover.
-They don't want me to record from here.
-Without you?
That son of a bitch,
he waited for me to get on the plane.
Son of a bitch.
What am I supposed to do here now?
What am I supposed to do here now?
I'm finished.
-We'll think it over tomorrow.
-What's to think about? He fired me.
He let me load my gear
and like an idiot, I didn't get it.
-Like an idiot, I didn't get it.
-You'll be okay.
-Let's go back.
-Okay how?
What am I? Some 20 year old
who came here to start a career?
You'll manage here without him.
If I managed all those years alone in Israel,
away from my life, I'm sure you can too.
What?
You don't really need anyone.
-You'll make connections...
-Were you away from your life?
I mean... yes.
-Away from my home, my friends, my family, yes.
-Okay.
-"Okay?"
-Okay, I heard you.
-What did I say?
-Nothing.
Were you alone?
Yes, I was alone.
When you were at your gigs,
your recordings, your tours.
I supported us with those gigs, remember?
Damn, why does it
always have to be about you?
Why? Because I was just informed
that I'm fuckin' unemployed, okay?
Okay, so what do you want to do now?
-Do you want me to tell everyone we're leaving?
-Yes, I'm telling you...
If I start losing it,
we're on a plane back in less then a month.
-I meant the party.
-Forget the damn party.
I'm shaking all over.
Damn, are you going to ruin
this night for me too? Shit.
Know what? You're right,
I'm just a pain in the ass.
You go back,
I need some air.
This party was for you.
Are you really leaving me alone?
You'll manage.
You always do...
You know what? You are right.
-Annabelle...
-No!
Now, get away from me.
Go get some air.
Annabelle...
Annabelle...
Leave me alone, okay?
-Wait, I'm trying to get a hold of her.
-Yes, Tzachi.
Annabelle, where are you?
Are you there?
I'm at the Seine,
I needed a few minutes with myself.
Return immediately, there was
a shooting in a nearby cafe.
-I need to evacuate you right now.
-What?
-Are you with Uri?
-Yes, get back to the restaurant,
-I'm coming to pick you up. Now!
-Okay.
Avshalom!
Avshalom!
Annabelle!
Annabelle, where have you been?
Hang up the phone and come.
I can't find Avshalom.
He's not answering.
We'll find him later, there are
terrorists in the streets, come already!
-Quickly, there was another attack.
-But what about Avshalom?
Excuse me?
What happened?
Avshalom, where are you?
There was a terrorist attack.
-Are you and Uri okay?
-Hurry up!
Are you with Tzachi?
Wait for me, I'm coming back.
Yes, yes, yes.
Stay with him.
Don't let him leave your sight.
-Where are you?
-Let's go, quick!
I'm... in the street, it's a mess out here.
Get out of there. There were attacks at
"Stade de France" and "Bataclan" as well.
-What?
-Let's go!
-I can't understand you.
-I don't understand. What do you see around you?
Speak Hebrew!
-Where are you, I'm coming to pick you up!
-Go, Annabelle!
I'm in the Marais.
I'm coming, wait for me there,
at the square, by the fountain. Go now!
Okay, I'm on my way.
Quickly, move it!
Let's go there now,
We'll pick up Avshalom.
-Go there now.
-We can't go there, Annabelle.
-I'm not asking you!
-Annabelle, I'm sorry, we can't!
Go now or I'm not getting in the car.
Go now!
Okay, go there.
Where are you going, Sir?
-What?
-Where are you going?
-You speak English?
-Stop, don't move.
-No, listen... I don't understand French, okay?
-Your ID.
Listen, listen.
-My wife, she's just across the street...
-I asked for your ID.
-Stop, stop, stop. Don't move.
-What?
-Don't move! Let me see your ID!
-I don't understand you.
-Your shirt, lift it up.
-Lift up your shirt!
Okay, T-shirt, here, here.
Where is he?
-What's he doing?
-Why doesn't he answer?
-We have to go.
-No, no.
We have to leave now.
We're leaving now.
Go, Moise.
-Annabelle... Annabelle!
-Annabelle.
Annabelle!
Avshalom!
Toss the bag.
-What?
-What's in the bag?
-Man, I don't understand.
-Your bag, empty it out.
What? Okay.
Toss it on the ground.
ISIS?
-No, no, no, listen, listen!
-Stop! Stop!
-No!
-Don't move!
Annabelle, you're putting us all at risk,
get in the car now!
-I'm not leaving Avshalom alone!
-What are you doing?
It's dangerous, get in!
The boy is crying.
He doesn't understand
what the hell you're doing.
-Annabelle!
-Come on!
Get in the car, come on!
What a mess!
Drop your pants, I said!
-I don't understand you.
-Drop your pants now! Drop your pants!
Okay, okay, okay, here, pants.
-Drop your pants, don't move!
-No, no...
Hands up.
Hands up! Hands up, you bastard!
-Hands up.
-Listen, it's my wife,
It's my wife, she speaks French.
She works in the embassy
and she's a very important person.
She will talk to you, okay?
-I don't care, don't answer!
-No, no.
Hello?
Yes. Yes, okay.
I'm coming, thank you.
What? What?
He was arrested,
he's at the police station.
The police station?
Not a moment of peace with him...
Avshalom Cohen?
Out.
Out, out.
You just got here
and you're already causing trouble
They didn't understand a word I said.
You can't imagine what I've been through.
Hey, Monkey.
I have to ask you something important.
What?
They...
didn't rape you, right?
No one asked you to pick up a bar of soap?
Enough, you nut, I'm tired.
Take me to the apartment.
No, I'm taking you home.
go home!
Asaf, shut it, you're waking up
the neighborhood.
-Open the trunk and go home.
-Asaf, give him his book of Psalms.
-Avshalom.
-What?
Avshalom... Avshushu!
Avshushu, you forgot your talisman.
Dude, pipe down.
You need it for
domestic peace, fertility.
-Mom.
-Okay, I got it.
-Zion, take them home.
-No, first a kiss.
-What?
-I wanna give you a kiss.
-What?
-You...
You were amazing tonight.
Your song tonight,
it was the best thing in the entire show.
I don't know what I'd do without you,
I'm crazy about you.
-Whatever, go home already, go.
-For real. Gimme another one.
Bye, Avshalom.
Sshhh...Asaf.
You're waking up the...
I love you, you midget.
Hey, Monkey.
You scared me, you psycho.
-What do you think you're doing?
-I don't have a key.
And Israel is drying up.
-What are you doing out here at 2am?
-Cuckoo.
I was sure you'd be in bed.
What?
-How was it?
-Amazing.
The audience went wild
over the new song.
What is this, wine?
The expensive shit.
Nice, why not...
Yes, I felt like it.
Did you feel like it?
I'm celebrating.
Are you celebrating?
What are you celebrating at 2am?
Are you pregnant?
No, no, I'm not pregnant. No.
Listen.
The Israeli embassy in Paris
is looking for
an immigration attaché for a year
and I thought I'd return to Paris,
be close to my folks.
What do you say?
Paris?
Why not? Paris sounds great.
-Really?
-Of course.
Croissants for breakfast,
anti-Semitism...
Only if live on the tip
of the Eiffel tower.
No, I'm serious. For real.
-Do you mean like a real attaché?
-Yes.
Okay.
What are the lyrics of
the Israeli National Anthem?
Voices in nature...
No, that's not fair.
I was new in the country, come on.
-Okay, okay.
-You are making it hard on me.
Okay, I'll give you something easier.
Who was the first prime minister?
Wouldn't you spend a year in Paris for me?
My love...
I'd build you a ladder to the moon.
Great, because I have already
submitted my candidacy.
Really?
Great.
But hey,
I just don't want you
to be disappointed, okay?
You know the odds
for getting such a job.
It's these important people
who run the world, cocktails and...
Okay.
I'm going to take a shower.
Is Uri in our bed?
Then I'll move him and wait for you.
I'll join you.
Okay then.
Avshalom?
I got the job.
THE ATTACHÉ
Hello, brother.
Brother? Arrivals from Tripoli,
is it this way or this way?
-What?
-The plane from Tripoli,
does it arrive here or there?
I'm not sure.
-Maybe there.
-Okay, thank you.
-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.
Daddy, how did he know
that you speak Arabic?
I don't know. He must have guessed.
Hello.
-Hey, Monkey.
-Hey. Where are you?
Sorry, I got delayed in the embassy
and the traffic was insane, but I'm here.
-Are you at the airport?
-Yes. Where are you?
Where am I? In an Arab village.
By Gate D for 90 minutes already.
Where are you?
Mommy!
These two weeks couldn't have
gone any slower.
Mom, is this a costume?
Look at you.
Do you like it?
Pretty... too pretty, isn't it?
This is Tzachi, my bodyguard.
Tzachi, this is Avshalom, my husband.
And this is our Uri.
-Hello.
-Nice to meet you.
It's a great honor for me,
I really love your music.
Thank you very much.
-Are you hungry?
-No, we ate...
Great, because my parents
reserved a table in the Marais.
No, listen, I'm exhausted.
We'll say hello, have a bite
and go home, okay?
"Douze points".
-Annabelle.
-Yes?
It's for you.
Okay, let's go.
Come, Uri.
I have to answer.
-Dad.
-What?
Why is that man called a bodyguard?
Because Mom, she's a somebody now,
so she has someone to guard her body.
-Really, Dad? You're not kidding around?
-No, of course not.
But now that you're here,
you can guard her.
Hey, we're eating one escargot
and then home.
Yes, Sir.
Look at this cute boy.
Kiss.
-I'm so happy to see you. Sweetheart.
-Come, come to the stage.
Hey, hey, hey, so she managed to
drag you to Paris eventually, huh?
-Drop dead...
-I love you too.
Annabelle, Annabelle,
come, come over.
-You knew about this, huh?
-No, not at all.
-Maybe a little.
-Annabelle, Annabelle.
Yes, I knew, but other than that, nothing.
Until Annabelle and Avshalom join us.
Thank you for coming tonight
to welcome the Nohar-Cohen family.
-We are so happy...
-We are very, very happy.
That Annabelle and Avshalom have moved
to the most beautiful city in the world
and I hope they'll stay here for a long time.
It's a good thing you left that madness,
that tension in Israel.
-Avshalom, maybe you want to say something?
-No.
-Francois, I...
-Come on...
Go ahead, they're listening.
I don't speak French.
-A few words in Hebrew, I'll translate.
-Alright.
First of all,
it's great to arrive to this welcome.
Thank you so much for this warm welcome.
I'll try to speak French better.
I am a "little dick" in French.
-What did I say?
-You told everyone you're a small dick.
Okay. Yes, it's me...
Avshalom: "How was the meeting with Mr. DumbAss?"
Asaf: "Talk to me when you're home."
"It's important"...
-Hey, are you home?
-Hey, where are you, in the studio?
Yes, we wanted to talk to you
about something important.
You're not home?
No, Annabelle's folks
arranged a welcome party.
Check out where I am.
Chipopo in Paris or what?
I swear,
I don't get all the hype over this city.
Looks like downtown Tel Aviv to me.
Check it out.
La Guardia bridge,
the Yarkon river below.
What can I say, guys, life is tough.
Okay, call me when you get home.
It's really important.
-Is everything okay?
-It can wait. Later, okay?
-Okay.
-We'll talk later, bye.
He's sleeping.
I'm going out for a few minutes.
Can you keep an eye on him?
Thanks.
-Mom.
-Yes, sweetie.
-Have you seen Avshalom?
-No, no.
-You haven't seen him?
-I wanted to introduce you to Mr. Guillard.
He's the head of the organization
I'm volunteering for.
-Nice to meet you. Pleasure.
-Annabelle, my daughter.
-I'll be right back.
-Good, no problem my dear.
You pest, What do you want?
-Asaf.
-You have no patience, ha?
What's going on?
Drop it, it's not for now, okay?
Get settled and we'll talk tomorrow, okay?
What's going on?
Missing me already, pumpkin?
Okay, listen, I just came out of a meeting with
the distribution department, they dropped a bomb.
They want to release the album for Passover.
They say that you recording in Paris
and sending it over, will cause a delay.
They insist I should get a local drummer.
Sorry, bro. Sorry.
"Sorry?"
Annabelle, where have you been?
I've been looking for Avshalom so he could join
us, but he's not picking up, the line is busy.
Text him to come have a smoke with us
at the staircase by the river.
Let's go!
-Come on!
-We got you something to smoke.
Yes... Come on... Come on...
-You're kidding, right? It's a joke...
-I am serious!
The producers are pushing me,
what don't you understand?
Producers?
It's your band, Asaf, you're the producer.
Fine, then me too.
It makes more sense
to release the album like this.
It will sell better during Passover.
What the hell are you talking about?
I wrote this album with you.
I know and I'm sorry it turned out this way.
Couldn't you tell me this before?
How could I?
if I had told you before,
you'd had called off the trip
and you kept saying how much
you need this time out
and how you promised this year to Annabelle.
Asaf, I flew all my gear over here,
do you get that?
Listen, I'll talk to
the producers again, but...
Okay, I get it...
But I'm not making any promises.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
Fuck, fuck!
Fuck, what do I do now?
Oh, Avshalom!
Avshalom.
Where were you?
-Hey.
-I called you.
What did you say?
-I said: "I called you."
-It sounds like German spoken backwards.
-How about I meet you back at the restaurant?
-Yes, alright.
See you soon.
-Goodbye, Avshalom.
-Bye, Avshalom.
I didn't know you smoke.
It's nothing, I don't.
It won't help us get pregnant, you know.
-I don't smoke. Chill.
-Okay.
Who was that on the phone?
Asaf.
He's releasing the album in Israel,
for Passover.
-They don't want me to record from here.
-Without you?
That son of a bitch,
he waited for me to get on the plane.
Son of a bitch.
What am I supposed to do here now?
What am I supposed to do here now?
I'm finished.
-We'll think it over tomorrow.
-What's to think about? He fired me.
He let me load my gear
and like an idiot, I didn't get it.
-Like an idiot, I didn't get it.
-You'll be okay.
-Let's go back.
-Okay how?
What am I? Some 20 year old
who came here to start a career?
You'll manage here without him.
If I managed all those years alone in Israel,
away from my life, I'm sure you can too.
What?
You don't really need anyone.
-You'll make connections...
-Were you away from your life?
I mean... yes.
-Away from my home, my friends, my family, yes.
-Okay.
-"Okay?"
-Okay, I heard you.
-What did I say?
-Nothing.
Were you alone?
Yes, I was alone.
When you were at your gigs,
your recordings, your tours.
I supported us with those gigs, remember?
Damn, why does it
always have to be about you?
Why? Because I was just informed
that I'm fuckin' unemployed, okay?
Okay, so what do you want to do now?
-Do you want me to tell everyone we're leaving?
-Yes, I'm telling you...
If I start losing it,
we're on a plane back in less then a month.
-I meant the party.
-Forget the damn party.
I'm shaking all over.
Damn, are you going to ruin
this night for me too? Shit.
Know what? You're right,
I'm just a pain in the ass.
You go back,
I need some air.
This party was for you.
Are you really leaving me alone?
You'll manage.
You always do...
You know what? You are right.
-Annabelle...
-No!
Now, get away from me.
Go get some air.
Annabelle...
Annabelle...
Leave me alone, okay?
-Wait, I'm trying to get a hold of her.
-Yes, Tzachi.
Annabelle, where are you?
Are you there?
I'm at the Seine,
I needed a few minutes with myself.
Return immediately, there was
a shooting in a nearby cafe.
-I need to evacuate you right now.
-What?
-Are you with Uri?
-Yes, get back to the restaurant,
-I'm coming to pick you up. Now!
-Okay.
Avshalom!
Avshalom!
Annabelle!
Annabelle, where have you been?
Hang up the phone and come.
I can't find Avshalom.
He's not answering.
We'll find him later, there are
terrorists in the streets, come already!
-Quickly, there was another attack.
-But what about Avshalom?
Excuse me?
What happened?
Avshalom, where are you?
There was a terrorist attack.
-Are you and Uri okay?
-Hurry up!
Are you with Tzachi?
Wait for me, I'm coming back.
Yes, yes, yes.
Stay with him.
Don't let him leave your sight.
-Where are you?
-Let's go, quick!
I'm... in the street, it's a mess out here.
Get out of there. There were attacks at
"Stade de France" and "Bataclan" as well.
-What?
-Let's go!
-I can't understand you.
-I don't understand. What do you see around you?
Speak Hebrew!
-Where are you, I'm coming to pick you up!
-Go, Annabelle!
I'm in the Marais.
I'm coming, wait for me there,
at the square, by the fountain. Go now!
Okay, I'm on my way.
Quickly, move it!
Let's go there now,
We'll pick up Avshalom.
-Go there now.
-We can't go there, Annabelle.
-I'm not asking you!
-Annabelle, I'm sorry, we can't!
Go now or I'm not getting in the car.
Go now!
Okay, go there.
Where are you going, Sir?
-What?
-Where are you going?
-You speak English?
-Stop, don't move.
-No, listen... I don't understand French, okay?
-Your ID.
Listen, listen.
-My wife, she's just across the street...
-I asked for your ID.
-Stop, stop, stop. Don't move.
-What?
-Don't move! Let me see your ID!
-I don't understand you.
-Your shirt, lift it up.
-Lift up your shirt!
Okay, T-shirt, here, here.
Where is he?
-What's he doing?
-Why doesn't he answer?
-We have to go.
-No, no.
We have to leave now.
We're leaving now.
Go, Moise.
-Annabelle... Annabelle!
-Annabelle.
Annabelle!
Avshalom!
Toss the bag.
-What?
-What's in the bag?
-Man, I don't understand.
-Your bag, empty it out.
What? Okay.
Toss it on the ground.
ISIS?
-No, no, no, listen, listen!
-Stop! Stop!
-No!
-Don't move!
Annabelle, you're putting us all at risk,
get in the car now!
-I'm not leaving Avshalom alone!
-What are you doing?
It's dangerous, get in!
The boy is crying.
He doesn't understand
what the hell you're doing.
-Annabelle!
-Come on!
Get in the car, come on!
What a mess!
Drop your pants, I said!
-I don't understand you.
-Drop your pants now! Drop your pants!
Okay, okay, okay, here, pants.
-Drop your pants, don't move!
-No, no...
Hands up.
Hands up! Hands up, you bastard!
-Hands up.
-Listen, it's my wife,
It's my wife, she speaks French.
She works in the embassy
and she's a very important person.
She will talk to you, okay?
-I don't care, don't answer!
-No, no.
Hello?
Yes. Yes, okay.
I'm coming, thank you.
What? What?
He was arrested,
he's at the police station.
The police station?
Not a moment of peace with him...
Avshalom Cohen?
Out.
Out, out.
You just got here
and you're already causing trouble
They didn't understand a word I said.
You can't imagine what I've been through.
Hey, Monkey.
I have to ask you something important.
What?
They...
didn't rape you, right?
No one asked you to pick up a bar of soap?
Enough, you nut, I'm tired.
Take me to the apartment.
No, I'm taking you home.