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for illegally transporting artifacts.

Does it also show I was never convicted?

Please open your carry-on.

Any artifacts which you

have not declared?

Oh, the Mona Lisa.

- Hmm. You like to joke.

- They say laughter opens up the soul.

Well, let it open the rest

of your luggage too.

- You're joking, right?

- Ha-ha-ha. No.

You know, this is bullshit.

No, Mr. Cafmeyer. This is Israel.

I apologize.

Security is extra tight this month.

Muslims are making their pilgrimage

to Jerusalem for Ramadan.

Passport, please.

Rudy? Rudy Cafmeyer!

- Who is this?

- Walter Finley.

Professor of archeology

at Ben Gurion University.

And what is your relationship

to this man?

Not that it's any of your business,

I'm a friend of his father's.

I've known him since he was in knickers,

which would have put you in diapers.

Now, are there any more

insurmountable obstacles

we have to overcome here, young lady?

Thank you for your cooperation.

Shalom.

- Good to see you.

- You too.

- Where's my dad?

- Look, let's get your bags into my car.

- Watch where you go!

- Up yours!

Ozzie Cafmeyer is a cranky old fool.

Calls me two days ago

to pick him up at the airport.

So I took him back to my house.

We had dinner, talked...

What was he doing here?

I'm getting to that!

What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?

A few years ago, he found scrolls

near the Syrian border.

The lost final chapter of the Fazar

written by Le Vaillant himself.

Was he translating it?

More than that.

He was writing a history of the sect.

An unauthorized history.

He's been e-mailing me his chapters,

having me lock them

in a safe-deposit box here.

- Why a safe-deposit box in Israel?

- Because he trusted me.

Here, here's the key.

You ought to have it anyway.

- Okay, where can I find these guys?

- I'll show you.

Their monastery is in east Jerusalem.

The other side of the Mount of Olives.

- We're wasting time. Let's go.

- The present-day Order

is just as reclusive as ever.

Fanatically adverse to publicity.

No contact to

the outside world. You'd do better trying

to get an audience with the pope.

Those are the guys that came by

the house and picked up your dad!

Hey! Hey, you!

- Jump in. I'll drive.

- You don't know the way.

- You'll navigate, okay?

- Be careful. This is a classic car.

Professor, buckle up.

- Aah!

- It's them!

Get down!

My car!

Sh*t. Sorry about the car.

- There they are.

- Let's just nail these sons of b*tches.

You okay?

- I'm fine.

- Good.

Where's my father,

you son of a b*tch?

I'm gonna kill you!

You okay?

Finley, look out!

Rudy...

- Stay right there! Don't move!

- He needs a doctor. Help me!

- Hey, it's not me!

- Up.

- Get up.

- It's not me!

And so you are telling us

these men kidnapped your father.

They took him somewhere.

No one's heard from him.

Mr. Cafmeyer,

I can smell bullshit a mile away.

You're only five feet from me.

I believe you're using

the alleged disappearance

as a cover to smuggle artifacts

out of Israel.

Alleged? My father was here.

Now he's missing.

This has nothing to do with

why you are in police custody.

You were found next to the corpse

of a prominent professor.

Let me guess.

You're accusing me of killing him?

Until we have more facts,

all options are open.

I'm placing you under house arrest.

You'll be taken to a hotel

until we complete our investigation

into the professor's death.

You know why you're smelling bullshit?

Because you're up to your nose in it.

I'll be next door if you need anything.

- What about a taxi?

- Within reason.

- What about my father?

- We're looking into it. Good night.

- Good night, officer.

- Lieutenant Barr. Dalia Barr.

- How are you?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Yuri.

- Rudy!

Rudy, let me explain

what happened in Odessa.

Explain what? You left me hanging

like a piece of laundry.

But there was this cop...

Admit it! You little slimeball.

Or you'll never see your money.

- What money?

- I sold the egg. Remember our deal?

Ten percent.

That's 50 G's for you, my friend.

Lucky for you,

this place makes me generous.

Thank you, Rudy.

Thank you.

Rudy, do you have the cash with you?

It's under my mattress.

Of course I have it.

But I'm leaving tonight.

Tonight? Uh...

Can we meet first?

Come to my office in Tel Aviv.

I have a beautiful new penthouse suite

in the diamond district.

You'll be my special guest.

We'd like to use the phone.

Rudy?

Uh... Yuri, I have a much better idea.

Yuri.

Yuri.

Is that you, Rudy?

You slimeball. You almost got me killed!

Hey, Rudy, it wasn't my fault!

- You owe me.

- Owe you?

- You owe me.

- What do you mean?

- You owe me, I said!

- Anything, Rudy. Anything.

Just tell me what I can do

to help, my friend.

I need this map translated.

Can you do it?

- Sure.

- Sure?

- Sure.

- Sure.

I'm positive! I'm a pro, my friend!

- And this print.

- Done. For you, anything.

Understand something.

I know where you sleep...

It wasn't my fault! There were cops...

Cops. Let's split up.

I'll call you. Go. Go.

Shalom.

Look, there he is. Stop!

Hey, you! Stop!

Cafmeyer! Hey, you! Stop!

Get away! Move! Hey, hey! Stop!

No.

Hey, you! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Come on! Come on!

Don't move!

Freeze!

Huh?

Excuse me.

Cuff them.

You know how much trouble I'm in

because of you? Do you know?

Let's have a coffee and talk about it.

You have proved to me

that my original hunch was correct.

You cannot be trusted.

I came here to look for my father.

I did what I had to do

because nobody gives a sh*t!

We spoke to Immigration.

They have no record

of him entering the country.

That's impossible.

What's really going on?

Were you perhaps planning

to smuggle out a little something, hm?

Hey, those are mine!

What's going on?

Yes, we checked you out of the hotel.

Change at the airport.

You're going home.

- You cannot do that.

- I can, and will.

Can you take him to the airport

without him escaping?

Yes, sir.

- What about Finley's murder?

- You're no longer a suspect.

I'm still the only witness!

We have your testimony, thank you.

Enjoy your flight, Mr. Cafmeyer.

You're not helping me! You're helping

yourself! You're full of sh*t!

- Move it!

- What's going on?!

What did you find?

Today, as every year at this time,

we come to this special place

to commemorate

the departure of the knights

of Christendom from these shores.

Brother Cyrus will now lead us

in a passage from the Fazar.

Thank you, first disciple.

As was prophesied in

the Book of Tribulations, we await

the return of the Army of God,

who shall rise like a tide against

the sea of those who do not believe.

Cyrus, by what authority do you quote

from that disreputable source?

As second disciple,

you should know better!

I beg your forgiveness.

It was an unpardonable error.

Le Vaillant himself once followed

a false path toward God.

We must choose our words carefully.

Wars have started for less.

I will ask for forgiveness

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