Extracted by || sCarLet || @wahab_94
Go ahead.
"If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her knowledge.
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not,
if I don't place Jerusalem above my biggest joy."
Is there anything left of the expensive alcohol?
I need an approval to open a new bottle. I will check if there's an open one left.
What a surprise.
Do you come here a lot?
You guys...
You look good together. You and Aviv.
Thanks.
Come on, man, indulge me.
Give him some water, please.
Have water.
Are you worried about me, Yaeli?
Lucky me.
So, what is it?
How is he better than me?
Dotan.
You have been drinking too much.
Tomorrow, you will regret everything you are saying. Trust me.
I already regret it.
I never said that he was better than you.
He's just better for me.
Benda, are you okay?
-Are you okay? -Is that your blood?
-I don't know! -What happened?
-Did you guys shoot back? -Aviv?
It was not an accident.
-Did you guys shoot back? -It was planned, and you know it.
-Drive. Tell him where to go! -Where are we heading?
We need to call the cops.
Call the cops, Dubi? Are you crazy?
Do you want to die in a Colombian prison?
What if someone saw us? Do you think we won't be traced?
We need to tell the police what happened.
This is not Sweden! You can't tell the cops here
that you witnessed the murder of a drug dealer!
Dubi, you've got to take it easy. Calm down.
-I'm calling the cops. -Don't you dare call the cops!
-Give me the phone. -Calm down.
Give it back! We are here to save Yaeli.
Ruining our lives wasn't part of the plan.
-Sorry to be blunt, but I have a family. -And Yaeli is not family?
My family already fell apart once because of her.
Aviv, we have got to get out of here. Now!
Whoever shot Carlos did not want us to find the Pale Father.
It was no accident.
He's a drug dealer. Somebody would want him dead.
I'm staying put until I figure out the situation.
You don't want to go to jail here.
Finally, someone is making sense.
If Benda is right, it's best if we all, especially you and Benda,
take the next flight out of here.
You fired a gun there, right?
-That's why we should call the cops! -Enough with the cops, Dubi!
WHEN HEROES FLY
Aviv, I beg you.
Think rationally.
We need to leave Colombia. I'm not saying we should give up.
We can devise a new plan somewhere else.
If we leave Colombia, we'll never come back here,
and we'll never find Yaeli.
How will you find Yaeli while sitting in prison? How?
Benda?
Benda, what's going on with you? Talk to me.
You are not in this alone.
It looks like I am, doesn't it?
Aviv, I'm begging you,
Trust me this once.
We have got to get out of here. Now.
-It's the cops. -Damn it.
-We are screwed. -How did they find us?
Where's Dubi?
Dubi, what have you done?
Where's Room 3?
Are you out of your mind?
Do you understand that you just royally screwed us?
Dubi, what did you do? What did you tell them?
Police! Don't move!
On the floor!
-On the floor! -Get down.
All right.
-Hands up! -Get your hands up.
Everything is all right.
Nine years, sir.
He wants a word with you, Miguel.
Cesar.
Please.
Cesar, please!
Cesar.
Hurry up! Keep working!
A few Israelis are involved.
Goddamn it.
They can't just leave us here. We have rights.
Yes, you have the right to rot in here for not listening to me.
Himmler, knock it off.
Now, Rona and the kids will have to fly out to Colombia to see Daddy.
Himmler, give it a rest!
I don't want to.
I don't feel like it. He should not have acted like a wuss.
And you...
If you had opened your eyes just this once
and noticed that there are other people in this world except you,
we would be on a plane right now, devising a logical plan to find Yaeli.
Enough!
You know what?
I don't think you really want to find her.
I think we both know that is the worst thing that can happen to you.
Fine. You can lie to Aviv, but not me.
I was there with you, and I know full well...
Hey, Dubi!
Dubi!
-Enough! -Enough! Dubi!
-Dubi, you are choking him! -Dubi, stop!
Dubi, you are killing him!
Enough! Dubi!
-Don't move! -Don't move!
It's okay!
-Cheers! -Cheers!
Congratulations.
-Thank you. -Thank you very much.
Aviv, you are next, you know.
-Says who? -What do you mean?
Himmler won't be getting married in this lifetime.
Me? Who will marry me?
Besides, Dubi would love it if you were family, am I right?
I'm not sure I want to have Passover meals with this man.
-Come here. -What?
You know how much I love you, right?
But can I confess something? Right now, the only thing
standing between me and the wedding canopy
is his mom's cooking.
-Honestly, man, it wobbles on the plate... -Shut up, she's here.
Gross.
Besides, we're already family, aren't we?
-Of course. -Okay, tigers.
Dubi. He just got married, guys!
-Cheers! -Cheers!
We are family, but there is no way you are marrying my sister.
Man, I love your sister, Tali, but she is not wife material.
What the hell? Tali is a good girl!
-Aviv? -Yes?
Are you going to marry Yaeli?
-Are you asking me for real? -Yes.
-Dubi, come on, man. -What?
Yaeli is not religious anymore, praise God.
So? But you love her, don't you?
Benda, you prick! Thanks for bringing this up, man.
-Just propose to her. -Look how he's avoiding it.
It's fine. She doesn't need a ring. We are happy, man.
I love her. Everything's fine. All right?
-That's it. -That's your sister!
I keep telling her not to text me on Friday afternoons,
that it bothers me...
It's Azoulay.
Why are all your phones buzzing?
We got an emergency call for duty.
Come on, cheers.
Dubi.
What is going on with you?
I have never seen you like that.
The guy spat blood.
Talk to me.
Listen.
They will run a check on us and realize that we told the truth.
It will be fine.
You know, for a guy who lives with his mom,
you put on quite a show.
You make it look like you are actually in control of the situation.
-It's your impulsiveness that got us here. -You think I was impulsive?
Your problem is that you still think like a 21-year-old combat soldier.
I did what any responsible adult would do.
To you, it seems responsible. To them, it's a confession to murder.
I should not have listened to you. I should not have come here.
Well, nobody pointed a gun to your head and forced you to come along.
I had a good reason to come, and that reason is Yaeli.
She's my sister, whether I like it or not. Why are you here?
-You know damn well why. -You are here for Yaeli?
Who said that you have to save her
just because you were a couple, like, a century ago?
Does that give you a right to anything?
You were the reason she came here in the first place, weren't you?
Is that it?
You have been telling yourself all these years,
that I killed your sister?
Aviv, you drowned Yaeli,
and now you are diving in head-first to save her.
How many more people will have to drown,
so you can sleep well at night?
Good evening. Have you seen a woman waiting here?
-This way, sir. -Thank you.
-Hello. -Hello.
WHERE ARE YOU?
AT THE POLICE STATION. I JUST ARRIVED.
Excuse me, sir. You can enter.
Only the guy.
The Torrens brothers.
Those guys...
You! Come with me!
-What does he want? -Go with him.
Come!
How are you?
I hate to admit it, but it's good to see you.
I don't know what your story is, but you guys have more luck than brains.
Why?
There's a flight through Madrid to Tel Aviv in four hours.
If you all get on this flight, this guy will let you go.
-You would be under my supervision... -I don't follow.
I'm not flying back to Israel. He just said he believes me.
-Why send me back? -Do you want to hear option two?
-But I have not done anything! -Wake up, man.
This one-time offer is non-negotiable.
Take it, and get the hell out of here! Do you still need convincing?
Why are you talking only to me?
I figured that you are the one they listen to.
That is it? They would just release us?
I guess it's that simple, I don't know.
They know they have got nothing on us.
I guess they just hate Israelis, or we get in their way or something.
What's the catch?
It's a package deal.
We must all leave Colombia, or no deal.
No way, man.
No way.
I can't just leave Maria. I can't go.
What can I do, Benda? That's the condition.
It also means giving up on Yaeli.
It means we need to leave her here.
Do you need anything?
No.
Was that tree always there?
Yes.
I see.
Should we head out?
The funeral starts at 4:00 p.m. I don't want to hit heavy traffic.
Azoulay hates tardiness.
Righteous ones, join our study quorum. We are short one person.
Where's Dubi?
It's a mitzvah. An act to elevate the deceased's soul.
Do you see that guy over there, man? He will gladly join you.
I asked him, but he's not into it. Come on, man. Do a mitzvah.
-I'm not into it either, man. -Are you Jewish?
-Yes. -Then you are into it.
Come on, the righteous one.
What's wrong with him?
We would only know if he speaks.
Hold on.
I'm worried about you.
Did Aviv send you?
I'm your sister, Dubi. I can worry about you on my own.
I don't feel like talking, Yaeli.
Do you remember when Dad didn't let me inside the house
after he found out that I wore pants after school?
I spent the entire afternoon under the heat of the sun.
But I knew that day would come.
I totally imagine Dad's reaction, I expected it.
And Mom's silence, of course.
You were really worried about my situation,
even more than I was.
I remember that you brought me a big plate of food
and sneaked behind Mom and Dad's backs.
Yes, and I dropped it in the stairwell.
Yes, you were clumsy even back then.
Smartass.
I should have just let you starve to death in the street.
You put the family to shame with your pants.
But you know what I remember the most?
What?
You asked me, "Why worried should I be about you?"
You remember everything.
I remember it because it's nice. I feel good to know
that I have a brother who worries about me,
that I'm not alone.
How worried should I be about you, Dov?
Benda!
My darling...
-I screwed everything up. -No, you did not, my love.
I'll get you some stuff from the house and meet you at the hostel, okay?
-Okay. -Okay.
Everything is all right.
You have 30 minutes to pack up for the 3:00 a.m. flight.
If you hurry, you'll have time to get bonbons for your friends in Israel.
You should be grateful, it's your lucky day!
Go screw yourself.
What did you say?
IT'S ALL SET. THEY ARE FLYING OUT OF HERE SOON.
Himmler, I...
apologize for strangling you.
I'm sorry.
It's all right, Dubi.
We are good.
Don't close it.
Dubi, what are you doing here?
Dubi?
Is everything all right?
How did you get here?
I drove here.
On Sabbath eve?
Can I have some water?
I'll get you more water.
Dubi, what's going on?
I don't know.
I was at the synagogue...
Suddenly, the words got mixed up.
I mean,
they came out of my mouth,
but it was not me saying them.
I forced myself to say the words out loud, to hear myself,
to understand what I'm saying.
It scared me.
So, I just left the synagogue and...
I saw the car on the way home, so...
I pressed the remote control. I don't know why I was sure that
the car would explode if I unlocked it, but nothing happened.
I got in the car
and started driving.
Nothing happened, Yaeli.
I just drove the car.
Suddenly, I was in Tel Aviv.
Here you go, man.
Rona must be worried about me.
Let's call her. I'll call to tell her that you're fine.
She wouldn't answer the phone.
It's an emergency, man.
In our family, an existential crisis is not an emergency.
I'm calling her.
I keep thinking that maybe I did not pray enough
or tried hard enough,
and that Azoulay died because of that.
He used to say that I pray for everyone, but what if I did not pray hard enough?
What if I had nobody to pray for?
I don't believe it.
What is it, man?
It's him.
He's alive. He exists.
This is the son of a bitch. Nevo saw him.
I saw his face at the police station.
Wait, what?
Who are you talking about?
The investigator showed me a mug shot of him.
It's him. It's the Pale Father.
Ronen is outside, let's go tell him.
Dubi, don't start.
-We need to get out of here. -What?
-We need to get out of here! -Aviv, wait. We must stay here.
The flight is in three hours. That is the deal, okay?
I'm not flying anywhere. Don't you realize what's going on?
You are right.
Did you actually agree with me?
Yes, appreciate it. It won't happen again.
GOOD JOB.
Yes.
Yes. All right.
We will meet there in 30 minutes. Yes.
Thirty minutes.
Mister, please step on it!
Father.
Subtitle translation by Hagit Harel