Wake up, Dean.
-Mum! Pack the boy a bag. -I didn't do anything.
I ended up saying not to come. I called because he scared me…
-You're going to prison. -Don't worry, I got your back. I promise.
-Promise for real? -I swear on my mother.
It's your fault, you lying whore. What did you tell them?
Your record isn't encouraging.
Warden, do us a favour. Put me and Dean in the same cell.
No kidding.
That's Zion Zorro. He's a psychopath.
Killed a girl with a rock. Spilled her brains out.
He's under protection.
-What's that? -Everyone wants him dead.
At the end of the hall, the drama room.
It'll do you good, I can tell.
You really think Freddy will let you hang around if you don't do as he says?
Open your mouth.
He and his boss, Freddy Sussan, have been after me all year.
Put him in Zion Zorro's cell.
We haven't put anyone with him in years.
We can't let him walk around. He'll be dead in an hour.
I'm waiting outside because you didn't answer my messages. That's not nice.
And It's time we settled our score. Don't you think?
Guard!
-Guard! -What is it?
Open up, please. I'm begging you. I'll be dead within an hour.
Where are you…?
Goddammit!
Get over here!
Get over here, you son of a--
I'm coming. Don't you try anything stupid.
-Wait. -Do you know where you are?
You don't get it? Sit down! Cut the crap!
Fucking hell.
He won't hurt you.
Your cellmate. That's why we're here, right?
They said he'll eat me.
Two years here, he hasn't eaten anyone.
Besides, you're small. Not much to eat. Not worth it.
Did you say hello? Introduce yourself?
No.
Then do it.
Go, tell him, "Hey, I'm Dean, happy Hanukkah."
I promise you it'll be fine. Go say, "Happy Hanukkah."
Go on, "Happy Hanukkah."
Come on.
I don't wanna see you messing around again.
Go on, "Happy Hanukkah."
Happy Hanukkah.
Do you like Hanukkah?
I bet Purim's your favourite holiday.
Because you seem full of joy.
If you ask me,
my favourite is Arbor Day.
Deantsh?
Deantsh…
What's all this?
Nothing, it's Arbor Day.
So? Why are you so filthy?
Everyone's filthy. We planted trees. Here, plant it.
Why are you bullshitting me? What happened?
I told you. We planted trees. Arbor Day.
-Fine. Please take off your clothes. -I was about to…
No, take off your clothes. You're getting dirt in the house.
-I'm going to shower. -Do I need to undress you?
-I don't want to undress. -Take off your clothes now!
What's wrong with you?
Take off all your clothes now!
I'm going to shower!
Too bad.
What's this?
Is it real? What's this?
Where did you get this?
Do you know what it does?
Wanna see what it does?
Let me show you. Open your mouth.
What's with you, Mum?
-But it's not mine-- -Open your mouth and shut it.
Open your mouth.
True story, I swear.
My mum got pregnant with twins, okay?
My twin, Aaron, saw our souls contract and told me, "Bro, I'm aborting."
I said, "Aborting? We said we'd reincarnate together."
He said, "No, have you seen the parents? I'm not staying for this, bro."
"Don't bail." Like we're tenants. "See the womb-lady?"
"I'm not staying, bro."
So my dad used to beat my mum. He saw that she got pregnant and all that.
Don't laugh with me, cry. No, the other way around.
Don't cry with me, laugh. Okay?
Left me alone with those parents!
Anyway, my dad kept beating my mum up during the pregnancy,
after having miscarried one baby, so my mum said,
"I'm leaving", and he said, "If you have this kid without me,
I'll kill you and then kill myself."
Wonderful guy. I share many of his qualities.
So my mum ran away from him and raised me on her own,
and when I was one year old, my dad planted a bomb in her car, okay?
Why the complaints? The evening's just begun.
A bomb in her car. How did they know it was him?
Because, A, my mum has no enemies in the criminal underworld.
She's a legitimate businesswoman.
And, B, the bomb misfired.
So my mum said, "He can't do anything right!"
You're Dean?
Welcome.
If you talk today in the interrogation,
the sky will take you and your family,
like it took your friend, Ankheisi.
Got it?
Let's go.
Happy Hanukkah, Dean.
Happy Hanukkah.
You like Hanukkah?
Fat women's holiday.
That's also true.
I'm sorry about your friend.
I liked him.
Very much.
But life must go on.
And unfortunately for you, soon you'll be taken for questioning,
and hear me out, you've got a problem.
We know that you saw who hurt your friend.
You'll tell him who did it?
Who told you to keep quiet?
Zorro? Ankheisi? Freddy reached you already? Who?
I see.
Listen, I gotta tell you, these codes are for idiots.
For lame kids who want to spend their whole lives in prison.
Is that what you want?
All right.
These are Ankheisi's belongings.
He has no next of kin to pick them up. Take this.
Got a little blood on it, but…
It'll suit you. Try it on.
I see Ankheisi told you not to talk.
But he also must've told you not to become a pawn, right?
So, tell me…
what do you think will happen if you don't report them?
They'll say, "Thanks, man" and fix you up in the canteen?
Exactly.
So that's why…
I went through your record and spoke to the youth prosecutor,
and I can get you released.
The charges will be dropped
in exchange for your testimony.
You tell Armond, the IO, who killed Ankheisi,
and I'll have you home by the end of Hanukkah.
Not a day later.
Think about it.
Okay?
Is there a drama class today?
-Yeah. -Good.
Let him join the others.
What for?
You have no pity for the kid?
Dean, come.
Come here.
You okay, little guy?
-You're taking me to the interrogation? -No, not yet.
-Then when? -When they're ready for you.
What's an IO?
Intelligence officer.
Yeah, Armond Ben Shabbat.
Don't worry, it'll be okay. You're a tough kid, I can tell.
Why does Chelli want me to join them?
Better not talk, if that's what you're asking.
We can't provide you with 24-hour protection.
They'll kill me like they killed Ankheisi?
Let's go.
Only because, only because
I felt miserable
I treated you
So vile…
I've been here for years. Freddy has total control of this prison.
Better keep away from him until you're out.
I won't raise my hand again…
I'd rather spend two years in regular jail
than two months in a young offender institution.
You wouldn't want to ride a bus with teens,
so spending time with them in jail?
They're the most violent kids out there.
Weirdos coming up to you. "Hey, boy, where you from? Give me your shoes."
"You talk too much. Where are you from?"
"Give me your shoes!"
Watching you from their little windows, faces you've never seen on the outside.
Their eyes are all black. No white.
"Where's Armond Miara?"
"Who's Armond to you?"
All these kids, bro. Bald, but still got a hairdo.
That's how they look. Psychotic people.
"We aren't normative people, got it?"
Each has a story. You think I got it rough?
They got some stories there… "My mum murdered my dad
in front of me. I have 16 siblings."
Every time you think it can't get any worse, it does.
"And then she killed herself in front of me
and then my brother ate her."
People slit their wrists for no reason, "I'm calling, but there's no answer!"
Thank you.
Have a seat.
Well done. Have a seat.
Go on, sit down.
Sit. Well done. Sharif would be proud of you.
And I am too.
Sorry for spoiling the mood,
but
Chelli would like us to discuss what happened to Ankheisi.
I know it's unlikely you'll say anything from the heart,
so I thought we could do an exercise called "first memory".
Better not.
Who wants to start?
Here, the newbie.
Hello.
Want to come up? All these stars already performed on this stage.
You can also do something small, something stupid and meaningless.
You don't have to.
Let's go, Rami!
Rami, please.
Do it!
Have a seat.
I'm Nuriel Kremer. What's your name?
I'm Lusha.
Lusha Sweater.
And you?
Dean what?
-Shaiman. -Nice to meet you. Welcome.
We want to make sure
you forgot what you saw.
That you realize you've imagined the whole thing.
It's a blessing for the home. Keeps the sorrow away.
You. Come on up.
It's your turn, sir.
You got 15 minutes.
Why did you kill your sister, you loser?
You motherfucker!
Fucking hell.
Hey, darkie!
Got a phone card?
You're new here so you're special?
Get over here.
Did they interrogate you yet?
What will you do?
Then they'll leave me alone? Freddy Sussan and the guy with the devil eyes?
There's enough for a half a call.
Call your mum, my treat.
Really?
Hello, you've reached Varda Shaiman. Please leave a message.
Grandma, I love you.
Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'll be home soon, so don't worry.
And check on Mum. She's alone with Dekel--
It runs until 35:21. It'll be over soon.
It's part of your punishment?
I'm Dean.
Nice to meet you.
Get over here.
Warden Chelli told me that if I snitch, I go home.
And…?
Is it true?
Armond will give witnesses a blow job if they can help him nail someone.
Visits, holidays, weekends off,
early release, you name it.
Has he interrogated you?
No reason to interrogate me.
I've got nothing to say about nobody.
That sucks.
It sucks, and it's lucky.
And what would you do? Talk and walk, or keep quiet and stay?
Where did you get the gun?
Dean, put out that cigarette, please.
Did you hear me?
True story, I swear.
Oh, come on.
Want the truth? This time for real?
TRAVELLERS OF ISRAEL
I heard about a family of terrorists in Jaljulia,
who sold plenty of guns for cheap.
I wasn't too far from Jaljulia, and Arabs like donkeys.
So we went, the donkey and I,
but, man, it wasn't as easy as I expected.
Turns out Arabs aren't as hospitable as people say.
And they're not too keen on donkeys either.
We knocked on, like, 40 doors.
So after two Fatmas, a Fatima opens up.
She was 100 years old, I swear. One hundred.
I said, "Fatima, let's make a deal. A horse for a gun."
"Short horse, but healthy. It will take you where you need to go."
What landed you in prison?
-Just tell me he's okay. -Goodbye, Tamara.
Why can't you answer? I don't get it.
It's punishment because you think I'm a monster?
I swear, Tamara, I'm into facts, not thoughts.
Then what are the facts?
That you called the police on your son.
You don't say.
Do you have kids?
Wait, wait a second.
Can you just tell him I love him and to be careful
and that I'm thinking about him--
And that he should make sure--
Newbie, come.
Look at you. I remembered you being taller,
but you're not, are you?
You're tiny.
Want to talk to your mum?
-Sorry? -No sorry. You want to talk to your mum?
All right, yes.
What's her number?
Zero, three, two, seven, five, six, one, one.
Here you are.
Mum?
-My darling, are you all right? -Mum, are you crying?
Sorry, the prison service has cut our budget for outgoing calls.
So, Dean Shaiman,
are you going to fuck up your life for good?
You know, a day or two in prison, people forget,
but six months will mark you forever.
That will fuck you up for life.
Do me a favour. See that door? I need you to walk out of it and save yourself.
Yourself, your brother, your mother, your grandma,
and whoever else, before it's too late.
Because you'll ruin their will to live, and they'll never forgive you.
You understand me?
Will you talk?
Good.
Glad to hear it. I was beginning to think you wanted to stay here.
Hungry?
I can make you a corn stew
My previous cellmate said it was the best thing he ever ate.
Who was he? He's out?
Like everyone else.
Everybody's coming and going.
-Ofek's summer camp. -And why are you alone?
Because I asked to be.
How come?
1,251 chickens.
Huh?
Friday is chicken day.
That's how many chickens I got left.
Twenty-four years?
How did you calculate it that fast?
I got a problem in my brain.
Yeah? I do too.
You're a tourist. You're here for how long, a few months?
A year?
You, too, will go home soon.
I don't know.
Those who get the chance to go home,
go home.
Am I wrong?
No hot water in here?
Sometimes.
So what do you do in winter? Shower in cold water?
You get used to it.
Do you shower?
Every other day.
Not today.
Kid, come here.
Come here. Don't be afraid.
I'm Freddy Sussan.
And you, you're Dean Shaiman.
From Tel Aviv, arrested on suspicion of…
Oh man.
What you did wasn't nice.
-I didn't do what it says I did. -Dean Shaiman, all that stuff…
That small-time stuff you did, I don't care.
But how…
how…
how can a person raise a baseball bat to his mother?
-And threaten to kill her? -That's a lie. Give me that.
I'll give it to you, after you decide
if your mother and brother, who live at
17 Royal Martyrs Street, Flat 6,
live or die.
Okay?
Good.
Officer Tully,
can inmates here do something to hurt my family?
No. Go home.
Where are you taking me now?
To the interrogation.
Happy Hanukkah.
How are you?
Can I have a cola?
They took me to…
to the intelligence officer.
The stupidest people you ever saw.
All these kinds of questions, "What happened?"
Everyone plays dumb. "I dunno, I was asleep, in the shower."
He's like, "Makes no sense. How can you sleep and shower at the same time?"
"Didn't the shower wake you up?"
There you go.
The warden explained everything to you. Let's move on. What happened yesterday?
Warden Chelli separated me and Ankheisi.
Sent him to his cell.
Because the block was full, she tied me up at the entrance.
Yes, and?
-And in the morning… -Yeah?
…the cells were opened, and everyone came out.
Yes, and?
Ankheisi came out of his cell.
-And then this guy comes up to him. -Who?
Joe Bloggs.
What's Joe Bloggs?
Joe Bloggs.
There's the part where he takes notes, you know.
"Tell me what happened."
"I was in the garden…" They expect you to have superhuman memory.
"Where were you on November 10th, at exactly 8:43 am?"
"I was at…"
"One thing that's etched in my memory is that I was…"
"Me and another Joe Bloggs…"
He's writing it down. "And another Joe Bloggs."
-"Joe Bloggs" doesn't help me. -Wait, it'll come to me.
-So? -Wait, don't rush me.
"I can't write 'Joe Bloggs'."
"That's what I remember. Me and another Joe Bloggs…"
It confuses me when he stops writing.
I can't focus.
"Keep writing. I can't focus. Another Joe Bloggs came along."
You say "Joe Bloggs", so he writes "Joe Bloggs". Is that it?
-No. There was another guy. -Okay.
Okay, who?
Another Joe Bloggs.
-Are you serious? -Two Joe Bloggs.
Give us names.
What names? I'm new here.
Give me the…
Okay, look.
Was he there? Was he? Take a look.
Sir, Mr. Interrogator,
I was afraid to make acquaintances. These boys are dangerous.
Okay, what did you see?
I wasn't afraid of anyone. I just liked messing with cops.
The cop would sit there, asking me the same questions.
-Did anyone say anything? Shove Ankheisi? -Yeah.
Yeah, I saw an argument start.
-About what? -More like a debate.
-Same. -"Debate".
-It doesn't matter. -Sorry, write "discussion".
Motherfucker, you wanna keep talking?
Stop fucking with me!
Who did it?
Let's go, slowly.
Wanna go to the infirmary?
I'm proud of you.
You're a smart kid.
Drink up.
-Joe Bloggs? -Joe Bloggs, and another Joe Bloggs…
-Cut it out. -What's wrong?
Bunch of idiots.
-Did you pay Jacky to bring him? -Yeah.
-Then where is the maggot? -He said he'll bring him now.
-That white boy has me worried. -Here he comes.
What's the matter?
Dean, you were a real man in there. You surprised me.
-He really did. -For sure.
For sure.
It's impolite to rob dead bodies.
But it suits you.
Maybe a little big.
Let me be. I didn't talk. He fucked me up good because of you guys.
Baseball, you have access to this prison's biggest problem.
Your cunt of a cellmate.
You're gonna solve this problem for all of us.
Chelli's moving me. I don't talk to him.
After the 4:00 am headcount, your friend will go back to sleep.
You'll heat up some water in the kettle,
add sugar and oil, mix it well, and pour it on him.
No. No way.
He'll scream.
Put a pillow over his face, and stab him with the other hand.
Quickly, don't mess around.
I can't kill. I can't kill a person.
We'll be up at 4:00 am,
waiting to hear you act heroically.
4:00 am.
There's a small holiday gift waiting in your pocket.
Daniel, there's this guy here called Freddy. Wants to see you.
Sussan or something.
Wanna come out and see him?
Subtitle translation by: Lior Hadar