02x03 - Kadish

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Although this story is inspired

by real events,

the characters and events are fictional.

Any similarities are unintentional.

4 MONTHS AFTER THE ATTACK

ON THE ISRAELI EMBASSY

Open the door, m*therf*cker!

Relax.

Open the door, as*h*le!

-Relax.

-Who are you?

-I'm nobody. Relax!

-Who are you?

-Why are you here?

-I've got the money.

-Open now, son of a b*tch!

-Who are you?

-I'm nobody! Relax!

-Shut up, b*tch!

Open the door, damn it!

f*cking b*tch!

Son of a b*tch! m*therf*cker!

m*therf*cker!

m*therf*cker!

sh*t!

f*ck.

Don't worry.

Dafne!

Let's go.

José?

YOSI, THE REGRETFUL SPY

You didn't have the phone, right?

They made me put it in the bag.

How did you manage to follow them?

They made me throw the bag

over the bridge,

and I had to bet on which direction

they would pick it up from.

I rushed to the car

and drove towards the province.

I was lucky.

You never lost sight of them?

No.

Didn't they realize

you were following them?

No.

At one point,

I couldn't see him, but then

I caught up with him

at a railroad crossing.

I kept my distance.

Then he went into the neighborhood

and I saw the bike in the front yard.

Why didn't you call the cops?

From where?

They had the phone.

I didn't even know where I was.

I walked to the door,

and heard Dafne yelling.

And I panicked.

They started shouting.

One guy said Dafne had seen his face.

I took a chance.

I went in and they started sh**ting.

Why didn't they k*ll you?

I honestly don't know.

Maybe they thought

that, because of the sh**ting

and the screaming,

the neighbors would call the cops.

They already had the money anyway.

Your testimony matches the scene.

You did the right thing.

This would've ended badly anyway.

Wait here.

It's all there.

Everything can turn against us

with the dead girl.

How did it get so complicated?

José Pérez showed up. I don't know how.

He couldn't have done it alone.

Someone's helping him.

The new guy also screwed up.

That blond guy was reckless.

You should hide for a while.

How about my share?

Your share won't come out of this bag.

Saúl?

Saúl.

We need to get going.

They're waiting for us.

There's something between us.

Something hanging in the air.

And I want it to disappear right now.

I won't hold you responsible

for Dafne's death.

In fact,

I am grateful you went to get her.

And that she could see you

before she died.

Listen to me,

don't let guilt torment you.

I want you to get rid of that thought.

From now on try to be happy.

She would've wanted that.

My older sons didn't even call me.

What a shitty dad I must be

for my kids to not call me.

They may be right, but

I just lost my daughter.

I don't intend to suffer a single minute

for those two anymore.

At least I have you.

You're family.

It's an honor, Saúl.

The One who forges peace above,

He shall make peace upon us

And upon the whole of Israel.

And say,

Amen

Shall make peace,

Shall make peace,

Peace upon us,

and upon the whole of Israel.

Shall make peace,

Shall make peace,

Peace upon us,

and upon the whole of Israel.

Good job with your boss's phone.

Come with me.

What can we do?

We don't choose our parents, Yosi.

Otherwise Dafne would be alive.

Your mission is to find

the Condor m*ssile.

If you find it,

you will find those who want it.

We think they are the ones

responsible for the embassy attack.

As for the m*ssile

The battle for Puerto Argentino is over.

After the Falklands w*r,

the Argentinian Air Force started

making the Condor m*ssile

in a secret base in Falda del Carmen,

in the province of Córdoba.

A 16-meter long m*ssile

which had two parts.

One for the solid fuel

and another one for the head.

German technology that provided accuracy.

Don't get it wrong, Yosi.

A m*ssile isn't like a man.

Its head is not on the tip. Its main

controls are at the heart, in the center.

Unlike the first model,

the Condor could transport

nuclear material.

Do you know the distance

between Tobruk and Jerusalem?

1065 kilometers.

The Condor can

theoretically reach 1200 kilometers.

So the m*ssile became

an existential risk for Israel.

Qaddafi wanted the Condor,

so he gave 10 million dollars

to Menem's presidential campaign

in exchange for it.

But Menem betrayed him,

as he betrayed a large portion

of the Arab world

by sending w*r ships to the Gulf w*r.

He had many enemies

who wanted to f*ck him over.

They thought there wouldn't be

substantial consequences.

In the end, Argentina was caught

in a Middle Eastern conflict.

The embassy attack

is a symptom of a bigger issue.

That's what we must stop.

We have no time.

MARBELLA, SPAIN

Hello.

Our deal has been stained with blood.

This wasn't planned.

That wasn't our fault, Kadar.

-You wanted to make it personal.

-Who's gonna pay for this?

Castaño?

Bets, please.

Here we go.

No more bets, thanks.

Cards, please.

Four.

Double!

Very good.

Excuse me, please.

Ahmed Abu Al Kadar?

That's me.

Officer Ordoñez, Interpol.

You are under arrest.

This is a misunderstanding.

Proceed, please.

We have enough drama already

and now Menajem's daughter gets k*lled.

Sit down, Claudia.

Would you like something?

-No, I'm okay.

-I'm all ears.

I'll be upfront.

I know Garrido and his men k*lled her.

Go ahead.

You still trust José Pérez.

I have first-hand information.

I was there too.

Everyone has a business,

but I don't meddle in anyone's affairs.

And I don't work for t*rrorists

with international arrest warrants.

Do yourself a favor.

Stay out of things you don't know about.

I don't know many things.

But I'm sure

our superiors don't know

about your kidnapping business.

And that your men k*lled the only daughter

of their arms trafficking partner.

How are they going to react

when they find out?

I taught you well, Claudia.

-What do you want?

-To be left the f*ck alone!

Leave me and my people alone.

And bury Garrido. He's dirty

and wants to f*ck me over.

Done.

I'll let you eat in peace.

One more thing.

Are you trustworthy, or should I worry?

You already know.

Social upheaval isn't the solution.

Everything falls apart.

People just want jobs, so,

we need to, peacefully,

fight against unemployment.

What's up, Garrido?

Who are you?

Boria.

Julio Boria.

From now on, I'll be your boss.

Is that so?

-Says who?

-Superior's orders.

Luis Garrido. I need to talk

to the boss. It's urgent.

Tell him to call me, please.

You must've screwed up badly

to have me as a boss now.

Sit down.

It's better if we understand each other.

The country is changing.

You know how the Evangelicals

stole support from the Catholics?

Now the Trotskyists are doing it

to the Peronists.

What does that have to do with me?

You're coming to Guernica.

To Guernica?

Garrido, you're a smart guy.

You know what's going on.

You were sent back to kindergarten.

Be thankful they didn't kick you

out of school.

If you want more food, bring someone else.

16 YEARS AFTER THE ATTACK

ON THE ISRAELI EMBASSY

Hello?

How far do you want to go with this?

Because taking it seriously means

not showing up to meetings with people

who have nothing to do with this.

If I didn't care,

I wouldn't have left my house.

I went with Leonardo

because he's not a political player,

he's a serious journalist,

and I trust him.

You trust him. I don't.

If you trust me, trust my people.

That's my only condition.

Holy f*ck.

Come.

Would you like a coffee?

No, I'm okay. Thanks.

Look, to get involved in a task like this,

I need to check some data.

So, you better give me something

that verifies your story.

I knew you would ask me for that.

This should be enough.

Anyone could get this.

Look into it. Get rid of any doubts.

Otherwise we won't carry on.

Even if my files were deleted,

I'm sure you'll find something.

-You really trust me.

-That's why I chose you.

And because you're like me.

Like you?

You're hiding.

Just like me.

But we can come back

with our heads held high.

Take care of my badge.

It's my only memory

from when I was José Pérez.

FEDERAL PENITENTIARY FACILITY

Wait here.

Why do you think a guy

you testified against could help you?

Labombarda is twisted.

He's capable of anything,

as long as he feels he has the power.

Especially power over the intel he has.

I don't see why I can't go with you.

Because I have to do it myself.

Over here.

Close the door, Raúl.

Sit down.

Thanks for having me. I thought

you wouldn't want to see me anymore.

I should thank you. You made me famous.

Besides, I'm a man of my word.

It's been a while. But I never forget

you listened to my story.

In spite of everything.

Have you been hit

by the same morbid curiosity again?

Or is it a delayed Stockholm syndrome?

No. Fortunately, I'm over that.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

Ever since you were convicted.

Why so much interest? Aren't you retired?

If I remember correctly,

you slammed that door shut.

I'm writing a novel

in order to make a living, you know?

It's about an agent.

A mole.

I'm trying to understand his motivations

that led him to give up his story.

Everything he built for years and years.

-Even financially speaking.

-Don't take me for a fool.

I don't buy that you only

came here for a novel.

I'm investigating an undercover

agent in a cartel.

I didn't want to expose him.

They gave me some interesting info

at the Ministry.

The person's badge number doesn't exist.

Numbers go from 11,235 to 11,237.

236 is missing.

Anything you can tell me?

You came to the right place.

That's my expertise.

How about that?

I thought you were into t*rture.

This interview is over.

I don't feel like chatting with you.

Especially when I don't know

what you want.

Not surprised. You guys always

leave your people behind.

I'm sure you left this man alone.

You send them to the slaughterhouse

and forget about them.

You know what, Labombarda?

Thanks for nothing.

Your information is worthless.

To the slaughterhouse, you b*tch?

Us cops aren't like you. f*cking commies.

When one wants out,

you leave them out in the cold.

Ask your mole if we ever left him

without healthcare.

f*cking Trotskyite.

Thanks.

From 1985 till now, are you sure?

Look at those m*therf*ckers.

Thanks, honey, I owe you.

So?

The ID number is the same.

The police's medical coverage has taken

care of his contributions since 1985.

Even extraordinary payments.

They recruited him,

erased his files but still pay him.

It's consistent with what Labombarda said.

INTELLIGENCE HEADQUARTERS

BUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA

Phone tap from the court.

The first appointed Court will

give a favorable ruling

which will allow for negotiations

before the appeal.

Perfect. Have they mentioned the money?

No, nothing.

That's important, tell them.

There's more from Congress.

They have quorum.

It seems they'll pass a law

to split the Police

into city and national police.

They do love to bust our ba*ls with that.

We'll have to meet

with every Commissioner.

-What else?

-Here's an unlisted recording.

From the Executive level.

José Pérez.

A journalist, Leonardo Forrester,

has been digging for information

these last two weeks.

Forrester?

Let me see.

Oh, right. I know him.

He works for one of our channels.

This is Monica Raposo. Why is she there?

He's f*cking her. He's a climber.

I'd f*ck her too.

How long has it been since she was on TV?

Five years.

He's the gopher. She's behind it all.

She even paid Labombarda a visit.

How about that?

Resentful assholes

look out for each other.

José Pérez must have contacted her.

Since she doesn't have a job,

she has nothing to lose.

Just like him.

Such a pity that this as*h*le

doesn't know when to quit.

In this country, everyone's a hero

until they do something that

uncovers a dead body.

Here.

Make a copy.

Try to casually leave it

in Forrester's mail.

That way Raposo sees it. Okay?

Perfect.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello.

-Everything all right?

-Yes.

Next time let me know before you come.

-Did you check my story?

-Yes.

I found something unexpected.

You didn't find this file.

Someone sent this to you.

I still need an explanation.

It's set up to incriminate me.

If someone wants you to read it

it's 'cause they know about us.

From now on we have to be careful.

I want to know what part of this is true.

Did you k*ll Dafne Menajem?

I didn't.

But it's my fault she's dead.

The police will be here any minute.

Wake up!

You can't identify Garrido.

Or any of them.

If Saúl suspects there's a link

between you and them,

you'll become a moving target.

He won't stop until you're dead.

Love.

Who is she?

Look at me. Look me in the eyes.

-Did you know them?

-You'll be okay.

I'm scared.

Don't worry, just look at me.

Look at me.

Claudia, call an ambulance.

Claudia! An ambulance!

There's no time.

We have to take her ourselves.

Get my car, it's closer.

Don't worry.

Mom?

Don't worry.

Mom.

Mom's here.

Don't worry, honey. Mom's here.

Mom.

I'm here.

What have you done?

Sooner or later

she was going to betray you.

I kept you from watching her die.

Dafne wasn't your girlfriend.

She was your target.

You left me alone with her.

How did you imagine this would end?

Did you love her?

Anything else you want me to clarify?

No.

Now we can start.