Hazy, AC, fan, sick, Monopoly, pomegranate, thyme, Yom Kippur, NYE,
girlfriend on her period, singers, stand-up comedians,
blow jobs, MILFs, Hitler, Portuguese, Olympic Games, Paralympic Games…
MILFs giving blow jobs… hazy, AC, fan,
sick, Monopoly, pomegranate, thyme,
Ritalin, school, Igor.
Igor, for real?
Bald head.
Dad's gone, Mum nurses while smoking, I blow the smoke out of the nipple, like…
I got a small peepee, but thin.
I went to Broshim. Everyone there was on Ritalin.
I was on Ritalin my entire childhood.
Let's be honest, "can't concentrate" isn't real.
Ritalin's a drug. "Boring" is real.
Anyone ever say, "Oh man, I can't seem to fight"?
Without the Ritalin, I would wreak havoc in class.
Disrupt, havoc…
The difference is fundamental.
"Havoc" is when you have no choice, you're traumatized…
Tantrums. They would shoot Ritalin at me with a blowgun for bears.
I would get the Ritalin, it would hit me during recess, and I wouldn't go back.
I used to just sit there all day, mesmerized by the security guard.
He'd tell me stories that I didn't…
I don't know how I was able to take it as a Year 4.
He'd say, "Back in Russia, I murdered transvestites."
"For real? Igor, for real?"
"Igor, for real?"
At the same time, he'd also tell me stupid and banal stories.
"You know I used to have a bob cut?"
"Huh?"
"Did I tell you I had a bob cut?"
"Huh?"
"I used to have a bob cut. I miss it so much."
I was also hungry. Mum didn't make me food.
One day he brought me sandwiches.
"You want? I got something for you."
-Take it. -I don't want to.
Shut your mouth and open it. Here.
Leave me alone.
-Why? What's the big deal? -It just is.
Why? There's no shame in taking a pill. Your teachers say it will help.
-It will calm you. I'm not making it up. -I'm not taking it.
Not this pill, not any pill.
Hush.
Would you at least try?
-No. -For one month.
Who will watch over you if I get addicted?
You're one screwed-up kid, you know?
And you're a model for sanity, right?
Good night, Mum.
Good night, honey.
Hello. Tamara Shaiman? Mother of Dean Shaiman?
Yeah, but…
-We've got-- -Wait, what's going on?
We've got a court-ordered search warrant.
Search warrant? Why? For what?
Why do you have a search warrant?
-Hi. Good evening. -Hi. Hello.
Why a search warrant? Hello, welcome. Excuse me?
-Wakey wakey. -Wake up, Dean.
Hello, Dean.
My name is Renana. I'm the social worker.
The police will search your house. They have a warrant.
-Wait a sec. -Get dressed, please.
Mum, what did I do?
You didn't do anything. Do you mind explaining what's going on?
Dean, get dressed.
Mum, take the little boy away.
Relax. We'll do a quick search and then take him into custody.
What custody?
-Come on, sweetie. -Take the little one outside.
It's okay. He's with me.
-Get up. You're under arrest. -Mum, tell them I didn't do anything.
-Let's step out. -Okay, but…
-Let's step out, I'll explain. -Dekel, let's go out.
Dean, move it.
Take this.
I asked them not to come. I called because I got scared.
Grab a bag and get dressed. We're leaving.
Leave it. That's my brother's.
We have a search warrant.
-Search warrant? -Permission to search the house.
For what? I didn't do anything.
You wanted to be a man? Be a man.
Then I'll walk out like a man. No clothes.
Chill, Johnny. He's just a pipsqueak.
Mum! Come in here.
Mum!
Pack the boy a bag.
Throw in a shirt, trousers, underwear, jacket.
-It's cold in the detention house. -Don't, Mum. I'll be back in half an hour.
They'll bring him back for sure. Okay, baby?
It's okay. Everything will be okay.
Tell the mum to stay back.
Stay here.
Get over here.
Get back here!
-Let me go, motherfucker! -Shut up!
-Let me go, motherfucker!
Let me go, motherfucker!
Don't worry.
Dean, I don't want to hurt you.
-Let me go! -Get up.
Let me go!
Get your head inside.
Fucking arseholes.
The meter's running, yeah?
Meni, give me an update on the suspect. Where are you at?
Dean Shaiman, Maoz Aviv, no bodily harm, on our way.
Great. Get the evidence to the Minors department.
Why did you come to my house?
Did my mum tell you to come?
She's a crazy liar. Why do you trust her?
A lighter?
-Lighter! -Lighter!
Hey, kid, bring it here.
Don't fool me!
-Would you mind…? -Bring it here!
-Let go. -Shut up.
I'll eat your spleen!
Where are your clothes?
I didn't bring any.
Never got to fuck a hooker's hand, huh?
I can help you out.
-How? -I’ll hook you up with one, real quick.
Sure, they're not in perfect condition,
but you also got Amna the terrorist here, the one who blew up our families.
Also a good option.
Thanks.
No worries. I'd hate to see you go to jail without knowing a woman.
I'm not going to jail. I'm going home soon.
And I've got no money.
It's my treat, kid. My treat.
Don't worry, I've got seven sisters, asking me daily for hash and pearls.
It's all right.
I'll feel good knowing the money went to a good cause.
Who do you prefer?
Need to make a call?
No, I'm going home soon.
You got one minute.
What's up, Grandma?
Sweetie, how are you? You're on your way here?
Did you talk to Mum today?
No, why?
Nothing. I…
I can't hear you very well.
Take the 1:00 pm bus so we'll have time to stop at Caduri's before the film.
And just call me when you're at the bus stop so I won't worry.
Grandma, I can't come visit you today.
Oh. Why? What happened?
Nothing happened, I just…
I'll come next Tuesday.
Okay, my dear. But is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Can't get any finer.
Okay, my funny boy. Bye.
Bye.
Don't mingle with people in there.
Okay?
I got the wrong address?
You didn't book a stripper?
What's with the smile?
You don't go back empty-handed, got it?
Fuck off.
Get outta here.
You really think Freddy will let you hang around
if you don't do as he says?
Aren't you sick of this Freddy guy?
I've had enough.
I'm not going back to Ofek.
I'm going home from court. That's it.
Who do you think you are? Prince Charming? If you will it, it will come?
I'm God so I decide, and the odds aren't in your favour.
All right, whatever.
What's up, man?
What's your name?
You're very small.
Ankheisi.
Nice to meet you.
You know what's waiting for you in prison? Ofek is a tough place.
What's Ofek?
Juvenile prison.
-You went there? -Yes.
Why are you going back?
I'm not, God willing. I believe they'll let me go today.
I hope they'll let you go too. You don't look… like prison material.
Don't worry.
-I'm going home. -Awesome. We'll go get ice cream.
But maybe get dressed first.
Classy.
-Looks good on you. -Perfect fit.
Ankheisi, found yourself a puppet?
-Fuck him up! -Come on!
Come on, kick his arse!
Kick his arse!
Go on! Break him up!
Listen carefully. I won't let you recruit him.
-You whiny pussy. -Get up.
I got principles, so I won't kill you now because you're unarmed,
but leave the kid alone, you hear?
Do you hear?
Finish it up!
What a shame.
So I had a trial.
I had a trial. Thirteen years old, they brought me to the courthouse.
I had a charge sheet the length of…
The stenographer lifted her head for the first time in her life.
My charge sheet comes up. She looks at it, then at me.
Sees a 12-year-old boy.
They got me a duty solicitor, the clumsiest I've ever seen.
I knew that I was done for.
The kind who puts the pen the wrong way and stains everything.
The moment I saw him, I was like, "I'll get life for this."
All rise.
You understand what they're saying?
Sorry, it was out of my hands.
Too many cases, too many charges.
-You're going to prison, to Ofek. -You're shitting me, right?
No.
Is it because my mum called?
She called, but that's not why.
I can't counter all the evidence. Sorry, you're going to prison.
What do you mean, prison? Are you out of your minds?
It's your fault, you lying whore, sni…
What did you tell them?
-What did you tell them? -Kid, relax!
What did you tell them?
-Calm down. -What? Why?
She's crazy. You don't know her. She's a poet of lies.
Zohar Argov on steroids. You fucking bitch.
Who do I give his bag to?
So I'll tell you. I'll start at the end.
-You're listening? -Yeah.
When I was a teenager, I spent four years in prison.
Not impressed, I know, you did more time, but basically,
I spent four years in prison, three of those were in juvenile detention.
They saw I had talent, so I got pushed to the big league, to Barcelona,
for another great season.
How did I get there? Like with anything, any path,
my parents were very supportive.
To be honest, as much as my mum was problematic,
and she really was problematic… She had all these ideas…
When I was ten, she decided to adopt guide dogs.
Bro, I got no dad, no nothing, no food at home, but we had a dog.
And a Labrador. Cutest. You get attached, then they give it to a blind person.
My whole life is a series of heartbreaks. As if she read a book,
How to Raise a Psychopath in Five… Very Easy steps.
I love it when people leave wanting no more.
After the show, you're like, "He was too much."
Go on, get in.
Shaiman?
Yeah.
-Where's your bag, kid? -I don't have one.
Where's his bag?
He's got no bag.
Go to the back.
Seventy-six, heading out.
You okay?
Okay. I was sure I was going home.
The fucking police.
Yeah.
It's fine. It's all good. I'm…
At Ofek, if I manage
to be a good boy, a quiet boy, I'll be home in a month.
Just one month.
I'll cross my fingers.
You put on quite a show in there, huh?
WOMEN AND SISTERS
Nice ride to Ofek, huh?
How did you become a delinquent with these books?
I look like a delinquent to you?
It's "criminal". Show some manners.
What's the difference?
Huge difference.
Delinquents hurt innocent people.
-And criminals? -There are codes.
You don't hurt the weak.
Go rob a bank, rob a shop, make a living, do whatever you want,
but you don't pick on an old lady, you know?
No blessing in it.
No renown.
Renown?
Renown.
What's the deal with your mum?
Nothing. Forget it.
No pressure.
-It's beautiful. -Totally crazy.
Amazing.
Then you see hundreds of thousands of wildebeest crossing the river.
It's… it's insane.
-Beautiful. -You weren't scared?
What's scary about it, Mirile? It's nature. Look how beautiful it is.
It's not scary.
Hey, sweetie, what's up? How was school?
Well?
Did it go okay?
At least say hi to the guests.
Fuck off!
They're terrible at this age.
Their hormones go haywire, and they turn into baboons.
Baboons usually carry a gun in their backpack?
Yeah? So he has a few quirks, big deal.
-We all have our quirks. -It's not "quirks".
One day he'll flip out and hurt you.
All right.
-Come on, let's continue. -Wait, listen.
-Listen to me. -What is it?
This guy I know from the military, Pinny Drori,
he just opened a sort of rehabilitation centre.
Rehabilitation? Think I'm gonna send my kid there?
He's a great guy, really.
He'll set him straight.
All right.
SHAIMAN
I'm putting it in your bag, next to your books.
-Get lost. -Take it or you're dead meat.
Get back to your seat.
-Fuck off! -Get back to your seat.
-What did he do to you? -Nothing.
Don't piss me off, you two.
Why didn't you tell him?
He and his boss, Freddy Sussan, have been after me all year.
Why?
Long story.
But why not say anything?
Because you don't grass in prison.
-Yeah, sure. -Don't give me "sure".
They'll dehydrate your arse for 16 hours, and then lick a Coke can in your face.
-So why didn't you take the package? -The worst thing is being a pawn.
I see.
But, hey, you're small,
so you need to make extra effort not to die. Know what I mean?
There's no God in prison.
No mummy and daddy.
Only daggers and dangers.
You're quite the poet, eh?
But don't worry. I got your back, bro. I do.
I'll ask Chelli, the warden, to put us in the same cell.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
For sure. Most important thing is who your cellmates are.
Don't worry. I've got your back. I promise.
-Promise for real? -I swear on my mother.
PRISON SERVICE
That's Zion Zorro.
He's a psychopath. A cold-blooded animal.
What do you mean?
Killed a girl with a rock. Spilled her brains out.
-No kidding. -Yeah.
Can anyone go out to the courtyard alone?
No, he's a special case.
How come?
He's under protection.
What's that?
He has lots of enemies, so everyone wants him dead.
So the prison service babysits him, meaning nobody comes into his cell,
he gets no visits, doesn't see anyone. That's it.
But serves him right. He's fucked up.
Sick in the head. Bad programming.
Hi, hello. My son is in there. I have his bag.
Not now. There are visiting hours.
My kid's in there
and doesn't even have underwear. I need to get in.
-There are protocols-- -Okay, then call someone.
Say there's a mum who needs to bring her son his bag.
Warden, I've got an inmate's mother here at the gate, carrying a bag.
Okay, so what do you want me to do?
She's asking to give it to you.
Explain to her this isn't primary school.
Warden, I beg of you, the boy doesn't even have a change of underwear.
I brought him a bag. He's got nothing.
You're not explaining the situation.
Warden, the boy arrived naked, no bag. He's got no--
Cellblock A, lockdown in five minutes.
What the hell are you doing here?
I tried, Warden. I swear I did.
Every time you get here, I get a new white hair.
I tried, I really tried.
I even welcomed our new pup.
This is the new me. Nice guy, helpful to others.
I missed you, but would've preferred not to see you ever again.
-I missed you, too, I swear. -That's great, a regular romcom.
I'm Chelli, the prison's warden.
-I'm Dean. -Know what it means, you being here?
That there's a 96% chance you'll come back here.
You'll go in and out, in and out, just like your delinquent friend here.
Criminal.
No kidding, Dean Shaiman. Your record isn't encouraging.
You read through my record?
-Respect. You read everyone's records? -No.
Only those of chess champions.
Isn't it a shame, throwing your life away?
I'll have a better life in here, trust me.
Warden, do us a favour. Put me and Dean in the same cell.
First time you're here?
Be a darling, at least in the same block. For the boy.
Take them away. I'm with the new kid.
Hold on, what--
Don't grass, and ask for X.
Don't worry, I got your back. It's all good, don't worry!
Let's take a walk.
Fresh meat!
That's the theatre.
The bar-restaurant.
The airport.
Get over here, you arsehole.
At the end of the hall, the drama room.
It'll do you good. I can tell.
Get over here.
Put a mattress here for him.
We'll try and find him a room in the morning.
I'm fully booked. Let's hope for the best.
Warden!
-Warden, you gotta put me with Ankheisi. -Watch out, Shaiman.
Only thing I gotta do is pay my taxes.
Sorry, I just--
-Warden! -I gotta be in the cell with him.
I won't survive a day.
-Chelli! -I won't survive a day. Please.
-He'll keep me safe. -Chelli!
Warden!
C, when Intake arrives in the morning,
ask them to put Dean Shaiman, the little one, in the cell with Ankheisi.
Even if it requires swapping.
Warden, the visitor is still here, begging to speak to you.
Let her speak.
Give it here.
Hi, Warden, thanks so much for agreeing to talk to me at such a late hour.
It's okay. I've got no life.
Can I please see you?
And Dean? He's my son.
That's why we have visiting hours.
Okay, fine, so I'll give you the bag and leave.
Leave the bag at the gate.
Guard!
Open your mouth.
Freddy, come on!
Apparently, that's what happened. Five or six minutes after we let them out.
Thanks.
Put him in Zion Zorro's cell.
-We haven't put anyone with him in years. -We can't let him walk around.
He saw everything. He'll be dead in an hour.
Welcome, buddy, welcome!
Wait. Wait a sec.
Give it up for Daniel Chen!
I owed, like, 170,000. I paid him all of it, bro.
Dean Shaiman, this is Freddy Sussan.
It wasn't easy getting your number.
You're a celeb now, huh?
I'm out of prison now,
and we have a score to settle, right?
It's time to settle it.
Subtitle translation by: Lior Hadar