The Attack Page #2

a high-profit business is going on.

The clever ones make some dough,

the idiots get promised 72 virgins

in paradise.

What do women get in paradise?

I know nothing about those people.

But I do! It's my job!

She was friendly

with Al Aqsa Brigades, wasn't she?

For me, all these a**holes

are the same.

Al-Aqsa, Hamas, Islamic Jihad...

all a bunch of fuckups ready to do

anything for a little publicity.

My wife had nothing to do

with those people.

She never met any of them,

never spoke to any of them.

- Do you know what's strange?

- This is a huge mistake!

Do you know what's strange?

All the relatives of those a**holes

say exactly the same thing

with the same stupefied look.

You're making a mistake.

Tell me something.

How was she yesterday morning

when you left for work?

She left two days ago

to visit her grandfather in Nazareth.

- So you haven't seen her for two days?

- No.

But you talked to her on the phone?

She forgot her mobile at home.

Why didn't you try her

at her grandfather's?

It was too late to call.

What's his name?

Mounir Sheddad.

Mounir Sheddad.

Did you drive her to Nazareth?

No.

I dropped her off

at the bus station on Friday.

Did you see her get on the bus?

Yes, she got on the 8:15 bus.

Why did she go to that restaurant?

To grab a bite like everyone else.

Siham doesn't like to cook

after a trip.

I'm telling you, my wife had nothing

to do with any of this.

How can you be so sure?

I've shared her life for 15 years.

If she was hiding something,

I would have known about it.

I also was married

to a beautiful woman, Dr. Jaafari.

It took me five years

to find out she was cheating on me.

My wife was not having an affair.

You think she would have

told you about it?

We had no secrets between us.

It's not the kind of secret

one would share.

She had no reason to deceive me.

You know what, Dr. Jaafari?

Life is filled with booby traps

and dog sh*t.

There's only one way

to deal with it...

be ready to face the worst.

Your wife didn't go to that restaurant

to have a snack.

She went there to have a blast.

Get out of my house!

- By the way...

- I said get out of my house!

Do you know what those bastards did

before they blew up the Twin Towers?

They f***ed like rabbits.

I'm telling you, my wife went to eat

like everyone else,

and she died like everyone else!

- Take your hands off!

- Where is the backup? Hurry in!

Get out of my house!

Don't hurt him.

My wife's wounds are the worst

because she was the most exposed.

The bomb was probably

under her table.

Wait for the video.

The perpetrators always

claim responsibility after an attack.

It's true.

Your wife got on the bus

for Nazareth,

the 8:
15 bus.

The driver formally identified her.

But when they left Tel Aviv,

she asked to be let off,

saying it was an emergency.

Then he saw her get in a car...

a Mercedes, old model, cream-colored.

Do you know about it?

My wife had no reason to get off.

Your driver's talking nonsense.

She often visited the Territories.

Why?

She was doing a comparative study

on media coverage of the conflict.

A comparative study?

A project financed

by Tel Aviv University.

Three days before the attack,

40,000 shekels were withdrawn

from your account.

Were you aware of this?

Did she tell you about it?

My wife doesn't need my permission

to withdraw money.

Why all that cash? Shopping?

You said your wife

went to Nazareth, right?

Well, we sent someone there.

Guess what her grandfather said.

He hasn't seen her

for the past nine months.

That's impossible.

Her cousin Jeryes

said the same thing.

So, if she wasn't in Nazareth,

where was she?

Answer me!

There must be an explanation,

but it's not what you think.

All evidence leads us to believe

that your wife never left Tel Aviv...

not on Friday,

not on any other day.

That's not enough

to make her guilty.

Tell me something, Doctor.

Your wife tells you

she was going to Nazareth,

and as soon as your back is turned,

she returns to Tel Aviv.

Isn't it a lie?

You're the one who's lying,

but this isn't going to work.

The night before,

you received a call.

I receive many calls.

At 8:
27 p.m.

You were at your award ceremony.

You were sitting in the third row,

seat 16A.

You were about to give your speech

when your phone rang.

You answered.

It lasted eight seconds.

Who was it?

You did answer.

Yes.

Was it your wife?

I couldn't talk. She called to say

she was happy for me.

From a 280-bit encrypted phone?

Pretty sophisticated stuff

just to congratulate you.

Who does the phone belong to?

You figure it out.

I'm telling you, my wife didn't do it!

She didn't!

Why wasn't she with you

at the ceremony, Doctor?

You waited for this moment

all your life, your medical Oscar,

and she wasn't with you?

Strange, isn't it?

You know, I don't think

she was having an affair,

because if she was, she would have

certainly come with you.

That's what normal people do.

So, what was she doing

that was so much more important

than being with you

on the most important day

of your career?

Strange, Doctor.

Really strange.

It must have hurt.

A witness saw a pregnant woman

enter the restaurant.

He recognized her in a photo

as your wife.

Was your wife pregnant?

So, what made her belly so big?

Did she have gas problems?

What did she have under her dress

if not the damned bomb

that killed 17 people,

including a bunch of kids

who were celebrating a birthday?

Wait for the video.

I don't give a sh*t about your video!

F*** you and your video!

Tell me, Dr. Jaafari,

how a beautiful, intelligent woman,

pampered by her husband

and her friends,

most of whom are Jews,

could get up one day

and blow herself up in a restaurant

and kill 17 people

who still had food in their mouths?

Please, I haven't slept in three days.

Your wife didn't just commit

mass murder,

she also destroyed all the trust

Israel has placed

in its Arab citizens.

So, no, I won't let you go

until I find out how and why,

even if I have to lock you in

for the rest of your life!

If you need a lawyer,

the state of Israel

is civilized enough to provide one

even to its worst enemies.

Grab him.

I fell off a horse.

Where are you from?

From the triangle.

I like your place.

You see the spines?

If you get stung by one,

it releases a substance

in your blood

and you become an addict.

To what?

To whatever you wish.

Why did you do that?

You said it yourself.

You're crazy. I was joking.

What was your wish?

It hasn't stopped raining.

How many days have we been here?

I stopped counting.

Mold will grow on us.

Mold is good.

Some types are therapeutic.

Did you know that?

Really?

I wanted to be a Navajo warrior,

but all I did

was circle in a merry-go-round

with a bunch of spoiled kids.

What are your dreams?

Simple things.

A street address,

a stamp, an ID card,

a passport.

I believe we'll live to see it.

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