Tamar, listen to me. Mohammadi is on his way.
Get the hell out of there now!
Is he dead?
You killed him! You killed him!
You killed him!
My boy…
You killed him!
Calm down, my love.
I don't want anything anymore.
-I don't want to live anymore. -Come here.
Dear God, help me.
I'm very sorry, but I must ask you to disperse in an orderly manner.
Thank you, all. Return to your homes.
Yes?
Faraz, I'm on my way to the crash site.
Yes. What a tragedy.
Something about it doesn't add up. The boy was a gifted driver.
So, what do you think?
That it wasn't an accident. And that Ali didn't commit suicide.
But now that Ali is dead,
you are our top expert on Mossad.
I need your help.
Yes, sir.
Absolutely.
…of the newly-appointed commander in chief
of the Revolutionary Guard Corps,
the Supreme Leader's office released a statement offering condolences.
Peyman Mohammadi--
Why?
I begged you not to do this.
Tamar, it was the right thing to do.
You killed an innocent man.
No one in that family is innocent!
Right, 'cause he had a crush on me.
You're the one who switched the leech to the wrong fucking car.
Milad was following my orders. If anyone is guilty, it's me.
Why didn't you abort? There was no way it was gonna work.
It's him.
So, what happens next?
What does the brain say?
-No decision has been made yet. -You're gonna let him live.
They're about to discover that today was no accident.
And soon, they'll figure out the rest.
And then, I'll be executed.
We will try to get you and Nahid out of the country.
Don't insult me.
I'm telling you now.
Unless you finish the job, none of you will leave Iran alive.
Now is not the time to make threats, Faraz.
If you have an idea, we are listening.
Tomorrow, before the funeral,
family and friends will gather at Mohammadi's house.
They asked me to be on the lookout for any Mossad activities there.
Peyman's body will be kept at the pool house outside the villa.
At some point, Mohammadi will ask to be alone with his son.
That will be our chance.
There's an underground passage. It will take you straight to him.
What do you say?
We've come too far to turn back now.
Fine.
I'll do it.
All right. I'll call Tel Aviv.
They'll get cold feet.
If not now, at the very last moment.
Even if they back down, the bastard needs to die.
For our sake, and for the sake of Iran.
Moving on the man at his son's funeral, it will be a diplomatic nightmare.
Wars have been started for less.
As soon as Sepah finds out how Peyman died,
we will never have this kind of access to Mohammadi again.
He's a broken man.
If we play it right,
we could cut a quick deal with him through the Americans.
He will not break. He will not back down.
That is a professional opinion.
He is not the type.
I know the type.
Well, then you know what he's capable of unless we eliminate him.
My answer is no. You had your chance, Marjan.
You had more than one, and you failed.
Worse, even. You made a mess.
Begin evacuation protocols immediately.
That's final.
Well?
We have a green light.
If you think I killed him on purpose,
then you don't know me at all.
I know.
I'm scared.
Me too.
I don't trust the Mossad.
And I don't trust Faraz.
If things go bad, you know what to do.
Yeah.
Nahid, darling, I need you to come to Peyman's funeral with me.
Faraz, no. Please, it's too hard.
There'll be so many people. The whole situation--
Nahid! Don't argue with me.
Say you'll do it.
My Nahid,
It's not safe here. I want you near me.
It's the only way I can protect you. You see?
Please.
INVISIBLE WOUNDS
PROF. HASSAN MONTAZEMI WAS BORN IN TEHRAN IN 1949.
This is the new substance. It's an aerosol.
It enters the bloodstream through the respiratory system.
Death is quicker. Much more painful.
I'll drive you there myself.
If anything goes wrong, we split up.
You do not wait for me.
You get out of there,
and you go straight to the location of the getaway car.
Thanks for having my back…
more than once.
Good luck.
I'll see it through.
I know you will.
Go ahead.
Place your bag here, please.
Please wait.
Go ahead.
One moment, please.
Is there a problem?
There is a woman here whose name is not on the list.
I'm a friend of the family.
Just a bit longer.
Sir, her name's not on the list.
It's fine.
Ms. Ansari, sorry for the delay.
Go ahead.
Yulia, she is not answering me.
Amir, what the fuck is wrong with you?
-What the hell are you doing? -Shut up.
-Hello? -You must be going senile.
You must have known you'd never get away with this.
It was the right thing to do.
Let me tell you the right thing.
You're going to go in there.
And you're going to pull her out by her fucking hair if you have to,
or you will all be dead within the next 15 minutes.
Don't test me, Marjan.
I'm only giving you this possibility because of our history.
Otherwise, you'd already be in a Sepah torture cell.
Believe me, Marjan. Death is just the beginning.
I will make sure every child in Iran knows the name Montazemi.
Your precious husband's legacy will be as the most famous traitor in Iran's history.
Stop this now, and maybe,
maybe we will let you leave Iran alive.
What the hell are you doing here?
Don't even talk to me.
You drove me and my best friend apart.
You brought it on yourself.
I never had the chance to say goodbye to him because of you.
Next time a woman doesn't want you, try not threatening her.
Then maybe people who have some class won't cut you out of their lives.
Yeah. People who have some class.
How about you tell me why a parade of Guard agents is always looking for you?
Okay. I've heard enough nonsense.
Leyla, my dear, thank you for coming. Fatemeh wants to see you.
Come, please.
My dear child.
Thank you for coming. I know how much you meant to him.
I share in your sorrow.
May you never know grief again.
-Faraz. -What is it?
Forensics found something in the wreckage.
What?
A component that's not supposed to be there.
They can't identify the tech.
We have an engineering specialist trying to figure it out.
Any idea what it is?
You tell me. You're the expert on everything about Mossad.
They're behind all of this.
They need me at the checkpoint. I have to go.
Hello.
Yes?
Mrs. Montazemi is not invited, but she insists on talking to you.
Okay. I'll take care of it.
Hello, Mrs. Montazemi.
It's good to see you here.
Please, come in. Follow me.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
I'm sorry, but I need to get in there.
That's impossible!
My superiors are concerned.
They want me to stay by her side to make sure she functions properly.
So if she fails, you kill her.
I'm here to make sure it doesn't come to that.
Faraz, there's too much on the line. We can't take chances.
There's no way to get you in there.
Your wife suffers from social anxiety. I am her therapist.
It's perfectly reasonable for me to escort her under the circumstances.
You can easily explain why I need to be there.
I know it's a lot to ask,
but everything depends on it.
Nahid.
What are you doing here?
How are you?
It's too soon for me.
I was with Fatemeh, his mother.
No matter how much I tried to say something,
to comfort her…
I couldn't manage one word.
It's natural.
God, what am I doing talking to you?
Lord, help us.
You with forensic medicine?
Yes, sir.
Did you bring the deceased's personal effects?
Yes.
-Let me see. -Here you go.
Is this all you found?
It's all they gave us.
Very well.
I look at you, and I think of the future he could have had.
I'm so sorry.
May God give you strength.
These last few days with you…
You made him happy.
General, they brought the body of the deceased…
You're connected to all this.
Don't you touch me.
There's something fishy about you.
Ever since you came into our lives, calamities have been happening to us.
-Come with us, please. -What?
You too, ma'am. Please, come with us quietly.
-Sir, come with us. -Me?
Sir, I need you to come with us quietly.
Ma'am, you can go back inside.
What is this, a joke? What for?
We'll meet again. I can promise you that!
Get your hands off me!
-What are you doing here? -The mission's off. We have to evacuate.
We don't have time for this. This is it.
We never had permission from Tel Aviv. Yulia never approved it.
I think she's wrong, so I lied.
But it's over.
We need to get out. Now.
What's their leverage?
Amir is in the car with a gun to Milad.
If we're not out in five minutes, he's dead, and we're next.
She threatened to give us to the Guard.
What about Faraz?
They want you to kill him with the poison.
Tamar, look at me.
Put the perfume on the table.
Do it.
You were right.
They got cold feet.
Did you hear me?
I heard you.
So what do you have in mind?
We're going for plan B.
Leave us, please.
I want to be alone with my son.
My son…
My beloved son…
My soul… Forgive me.
Without you, I have nothing.
Without you, I am nothing.
Forgive me, my son.
Forgive me.
I can't find Faraz.
I don't feel well. I'm going to pass out.
Come sit.
I told him.
I told him it was too much for me.
Just breathe. You can do this.
I can't.
Where the hell did you wander off to?
What?
What's that?
The deceased's personal effects.
Let me have them.
Why?
I want to give them to the General. Let me have them.
I was just heading there.
I said I'll take care of it. Give them to me.
It's above your rank, Faraz.
Unless you're keeping something from me?
Here you go.
Listen, go to Ali and Javad right now.
Find out what they're doing and why they're late.
Breathe. Okay?
-What good is any of it? -What?
The lies. This senseless death.
-You need-- -Faraz. Find Faraz.
-No-- -Faraz! Faraz!
Come in. I want you to sit down.
All right. Sit down.
-It's okay. All right. -Thank you.
Now just try to relax.
Thank you.
Remember the breathing exercises we did together?
What have you done?
Breathe, Marjan.
Breathe.
Sir, excuse me. I know it's a bad time.
I thought you'd want to know as soon as possible.
Know what?
Forensics found something.
It appears to be a device used to take control of a car remotely.
A device the Zionists use.
We're certain that was why Peyman's car--
We still don't know how exactly, but we're sure that was the cause.
You mean those animals killed my son?
So it would appear, sir.
Bastards, cuckolds. They have no honor!
You are my witness.
You are both my witnesses.
I'm making a vow, upon my honor,
that I will destroy them!
It's Peyman's phone.
Fatemeh?
Darling? What are you doing?
I'm not your darling.
Who are you?
My aunt Arezoo, remember her?
She sends her regards.
My God, what happened?
What the hell is going on there? Where's Tamar?
An explosion at Mohammadi's house. That's all we know at the moment.
What about Marjan?
Faraz!
-It's over. -My love.
It's over. It's over.
It's over, my darling.
Get me Marjan, ASAP!
Are you sure this is the place?
Yeah.
There's supposed to be a silver car waiting for us at the top.
The keys should be on the front left wheel.
-I'll get our stuff. -Okay.