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guarding a supply route.

Nothing combat-related,

only an isolated roadblock.

Here, Mr. Feldman. Have some water.

It's all right, Michael.

Drink something. Calm down.

Stop saying that!

I'm calmer than you.

Michael?

It isn't Jonathan. It's someone else.

They made a mistake. It's someone else.

That's it. It's over.

That's it.

Hey.

Enough.

Enough.

He's alive.

It's not him.

It's not him. It's someone else.

It's someone else.

Your son is fine, Mr. Feldman.

You don't have to worry anymore.

Where did you say he is?

At a roadblock, guarding a supply route.

Where exactly is that?

Near the border, in the northern sector...

Location.

Give me a location.

I'm not a field officer, Mr. Feldman.

I can't point out an exact location.

But I'll see to it that your son

comes home as soon as possible.

You haven't done that yet?

Your son will be home

as soon as we manage...

How soon is that?

Your "Seam Zone"

and all that military mumbo jumbo

can't be more than a few hours away.

He can't stop everything...

Stop what? Are you on his side or mine?

On yours. I just...

Stop touching me!

Why are you always touching me?

Michael, you're right.

- Mr. Feldman, it's an anxiety attack.

- But he's right!

Stay out of this.

- Let me give you a pill.

- To drug me like my wife?

You're still under the influence,

that's why you're euphoric.

Listen to me, that's enough!

Listen to me.

I know you've been through things

you haven't told me about. I know that.

These are your demons talking.

Not you.

Why talk to me like I'm crazy?

Are you with them, too?

Listen,

all that matters is Jonathan's alive.

The rest doesn't matter.

He's alive!

Alive.

Please drop it.

Please, for my sake, just this once.

For me. Please.

We'll have them leave.

Okay? Only you and me.

We'll order take-out, get drunk.

You're on drugs, DAPHNA.

You aren't yourself.

They woke you up too soon.

I demand you bring me back my son!

Not tomorrow, but immediately!

That's the least the army should do.

Just because I'm anxious

doesn't mean I don't make sense.

My son was dead for five hours.

Suddenly he's alive,

and you can't say where he is.

What's unreasonable about my request?

Tell me, what's so unreasonable?

You're wasting my time.

Get out.

Please.

He's in a psychotic state.

Keep an eye on him.

I'm sorry this is your attitude.

I won't judge you, not in your state.

"Psychotic state," my ass!

Bunch of impotents!

Losers. Nobodies.

What happened, Dad? You didn't pick up.

I saw soldiers. Is Jonathan alright?

Everything's fine, Alma.

I'm bringing Jonathan home. Right now.

It's all right.

- What are you doing?

- Hold on.

- Don't do that.

- DAPHNA!

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