Then the names of the alleged kidnappers are released to the media. They are five Israeli citizens who make up the unlikeliest crew of secret agents: a flirty preschool teacher, a no-nonsense English tutor for rich kids, a stoner dude who is a real player, an inscrutable bride-to-be and a doting dad who works as a chemist.
All of them coincidentally and conveniently have dual citizenship (so, a second passport!) and were out of the country the day of the kidnapping.
They say (or pretend) they did not do it. Maybe the Mossad stole their names and their passports? But the Mossad denies any role in the kidnapping.
So who was the mastermind? And is the gang of five innocent or guilty?
Shifting perspective from one character to another, the show masterfully shows how people aren’t always who they seem to be — and how we judge (and misjudge).
For example, the bride is adorably bummed out that her sister got her the wrong shade of pink lipstick for her wedding and makes a quick trip to her apartment — where she also shreds her French and Israeli passports. The stoner dude is flying home from India, gets a mysterious phone call from his “father” warning that agents are waiting to arrest him in Israel, goes into the airplane bathroom and trims his curly locks into a stylish close-cropped cut. Even if he’s not a spy, he’s quite the barber.
It is pretty clear that the five are hiding secrets, but maybe not the secrets we think. Meanwhile, where is the kidnapped minister? Then there’s the most burning question of all: If stoner dude Sean Tilson is indeed a superspy, why does he still use a flip phone?
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