I can get you released. Tell Armond, the IO, who killed Ankheisi.
You'll be home by the end of Hanukkah.
-So? -Wait, don't rush me.
Where's this from?
Open your mouth and shut it.
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?
It's punishment because I'm a monster?
-Then what are the facts? -That you called the police on your son.
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 live or die. Okay?
Who did it?
I didn't talk. He fucked me up good because of you guys.
Baseball, you have access to this prison's problem.
Your cunt of a cellmate.
You'll heat some water, add sugar and oil,
mix it well, and pour it on him. Stab him with the other hand.
We'll be up at 4:00 am, waiting to hear you act heroically.
-Where to? -Someone wants to settle a score with you.
What? Who?
Huh? Hey.
Guard, where are you going?
Sorry for tying you up. It's protocol.
Leave me the fuck alone.
I have to prepare you for what's coming.
I see you and your pal Zorro are getting along.
Laughing in the cell and all that.
But you gotta be careful.
-He's dangerous. -Yeah, I heard. Beat a girl with a rock.
No.
That's the least of it.
His previous cellmate, Shmuel Ben Achia,
he drove him crazy, and he killed himself.
-What do you mean, crazy? -Zorro messed with his head.
Was nice with him at first, but slowly drove him nuts.
Shmuel Ben Achia, God rest his soul, was Freddy Sussan's best friend.
His second-in-command, prior to Chris.
But then there was…
How shall I put it?
An incident.
And Shmuel was moved to Zorro's cell.
At first, he was happy. He liked Zorro.
They had a good time.
But it was a facade.
Because Zorro targeted his soul
and destroyed it in such a way that Shmuel had no will to live any more.
-And he gave his life back to his maker. -You're just bullshitting me.
No, I'm not.
Zorro loves corn, right?
SWEET CORN KERNELS
So after three months,
during which Zorro gave Shmuel as much corn as he wanted,
he also showed him that the lid of the tin, once opened, is sharp.
So after toying with his mind, day in, day out,
and making him feel more and more hopeless,
he also taught him that a sharp edge against the vein
can put an end to life's pain.
So he slit his wrists.
Shmuel Ben Achia, rest in peace.
Wait.
Go on.
Sit.
The prosecution states
that the defendant, Dean, son of Tamara Shaiman,
did not obey the court's order
and did not execute that which was asked of him.
No blood was spilled. No heart-wrenching cries were heard.
You didn't murder that darkie lowlife.
How do you plead?
-Freddy, I-- -Mr. Mayor
Mr. Mayor.
I can't kill a person.
Give me a few more days.
I give you my word.
Your word.
I'm finding it hard to trust someone
who attacked his mum with a bat.
That never happened.
Baseball, look here,
you leave me no choice
but to appeal to your heart.
See, your darkie friend murdered my best friend,
and I'll know no peace until he's dead.
Do you understand?
Freddy, calm down. Freddy.
Do you understand me? Good, now listen.
I'm looking for a way to make it clear, without spilling blood on my birthday,
that it would mean a lot if you stab your darkie friend today,
but I can't seem to get through.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Freddy, chill.
Freddy.
Perhaps this makes it clearer.
Young offender institutions are the most violent prisons in Israel.
Everybody leaves on stretchers.
It's a meat grinder. The fact that I survived…
It's a miracle.
By the skin of my teeth, bro.
No, really, I was a marginalized kid.
Okay?
There's this vibe here, like when a junkie comes to lecture at school.
Ever happen to you? You're not prepared for it.
Between Jewish studies and PE. We once had this junkie come to school,
made us want to do drugs, and left.
"We used to smoke dope,
and it was dope."
"We used to smoke it in a broken bottle, wisps of smoke…"
He had this… "thick smoke enveloping the lungs…"
After the lecture, we scored from him.
"I take credit cards, too, guys. It's okay, I work with…"
Anyway, they sent me away for observation. It's called "observation".
They're supposed to observe you all day for three months.
But they don't observe you at all. "Come here, go there."
So they sent me to a rehabilitation centre run by this Russian guy, Pinny Drori.
Man, I arrived in heaven.
When I came to the Holy Land from the Soviet Union,
I changed my name,
enlisted,
and I was designated…
designated as a lone soldier.
Now I'm giving back to the world, because I'm grateful.
And being grateful restores one's soul.
Are you grateful?
You know what will happen to you if you end up in prison.
No.
They'll make you wear lipstick and a skirt.
Come.
Roll call is at six every morning
after you've cleaned, tidied up, and got ready.
You mend everything by yourselves. You prepare the food, feed the animals.
This is your home and your mending.
So no phones, no drugs, and no alcohol. Got it?
That's it. I'm off, and you take care of Django.
-Take care of him? How? -He's strung out.
Kid…
Glue…
Storeroom…
SUPERGLUE
Thanks, little one. Thanks.
Where did Jacky take you?
What's up?
Freddy was making sure I hadn't grassed on him and Chris.
Was he convinced?
I hope so.
-What is it? -Just tell me what happened.
You tell me first.
That guy.
You got high on the glue?
I'll tell you if you tell me about Shmuel.
-How do you know about Shmuel? -Rumours.
Rumours. I see.
So?
You first, Rabbit.
Three tonnes of glue in a few weeks.
We broke the record.
But we were so obedient and quiet,
Pinny Drori, Saviour of Israel,
thought his method was working, so he said…
Dean,
I'm so proud of you.
You came here with an ADHD that could only be cured
by an electric shock in a bathtub.
And look at you now.
Working, alive, clean.
You are my pride.
All of you should be like him.
Go on, get to work.
We all slaved for this psycho,
who pocketed government cheques and got us to build him ten more villas.
But like all generals, he went mad.
This is Naama.
Beautiful Naama.
Take good care of her.
If you see she's too hot,
just give her a shower.
Hello?
Grandma?
I miss you, Grandma. I love you.
-Hello? -I miss you and I love you.
Grandma.
When will we play chess, Grandma?
Dean, what's wrong?
Is everything all right, darling?
Grandma, I…
Why do you sound like that?
What's the matter?
You're high?
What's wrong with you?
You little dog.
-Come here. -I'm not high.
Junkie.
What have you done? Why?
Let go, I'm not high.
You were my triumph. You were my child.
You're just like the others.
A lying junkie.
Go on, faster.
The sun is setting on Sodom and Gomorrah.
Come here.
I don't want to get in.
Anybody ask you what you want? Come here.
Get in.
Go ahead.
We will now kill the Dean…
the Dean who took drugs.
The ungrateful liar Dean.
Perhaps a new child will be born,
one who won't die at the age of 20 because of glue,
and will become a man that will manage to realise his full potential in life.
"Glorified and sanctified
be God’s great name
throughout the world which he created."
"May he establish his kingdom and bring salvation
and bring closer the Messiah."
The child is dead.
The man is born.
Congratulations.
Go.
How'd you get out of the grave?
Or maybe you didn't, and I'm speaking to a ghost.
Your turn.
My turn? You didn't finish.
That was the deal. Go on.
All right.
Shmuel, take it, honey. Zorro, make sure he takes it all, okay?
Here, drink it all.
Well done.
Guard!
Code six.
-I need a medic to cell 6. Suicide. -Shmuel, wake up!
Call an ambulance!
Why didn't you tell them what happened?
So that's it. He hid his pills, put them in his mattress,
instead of taking them,
dove into depression, and cut himself.
No kidding.
Nice tale.
You don't believe it?
What do you think?
Well, I can't eat a tangerine in peace? What now?
Warden, thank you for--
If you start with thank yous, I've already lost interest.
Well, I…
What's the matter?
Don't like kitchen duty?
You only eat white food and the food here's too red?
I…
I need to switch rooms.
-Didn't we go through this? -Yeah, but…
Now it's really urgent.
Why?
Didn't think this meeting through, did you?
Would you like to still try and explain why changing a cell is so urgent?
It's just that
they told me Zorro murdered Shmuel Ben Achia.
And I'm afraid he'll kill me.
And what do you think?
I don't know.
I haven't slept for a few days, and if it continues, I'll go mad
and start shitting my bed.
And what could help you overcome your fear?
-If you prove to me he didn't kill him. -Oh, prove to you.
And what would suffice for you, sir? Evidence? A signed statement?
-Evidence would be fine. -I see. Look here, Dean.
Let's talk as if we're two people who respect each other.
I can guess what brought you here,
so I'll bend the rules and help you, but may I add
that you're very close to using up my quota of kindness.
Yes, ma'am.
Want some?
See what it says?
Shmuel tried to kill himself many times before arriving in prison.
I told you.
Zorro's a good kid.
See? He didn't kill him. The sadness killed him.
Don't you think I saw this lie?
Shmuel was like a brother to me.
And he told me your cellmate is sick.
That he messes with his head and that he's afraid of him.
Anyone who would smash a girl's head in with a rock is a nutcase.
So why isn't he dead yet?
When he dies, I'll get him a real nice headstone.
So we'll have somewhere to pee.
Who are you defending? A psycho who murdered a girl?
They'll respect you if you do it.
-If not, they'll hurt you. -You'll have a good reputation.
Prison Service wants him dead too.
The day you kill him, Chelli will throw a party for you.
A hero's party, a weekend in Eilat.
The whole of Israel will admire you if you kill the fucker.
He deserves the death penalty.
Not one person in Israel thinks otherwise.
-That son of a bitch… -That motherfucker…
-Come on, Dean. -He must die.
For sure.
Dean, just do as you're told,
or your mum,
with her red curls
and her used-up cunt,
along with your little brother, will eat lead today.
Dekel, my love, is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Can you put Mum on for a moment?
She's not home.
Where is she?
Dunno.
So who are you with?
No one.
Dekel, can you go lock the door?
-Why? -Just lock it.
-I can't be bothered. -Lock it now!
-I locked it. -Good.
When Mum gets back, tell her to come visit me tomorrow, okay?
She said you were supposed to come home. You decided not to,
so she won't visit you.
You made a promise and didn't keep it.
I need you to tell her to come anyway. Talk her into it.
-She say when she'll get back? -No.
Okay. I love you more than anything in the world.
-And don't open the door for anyone. -Okay.
Dean, just tell your friend to return my bat by Wednesday.
What?
I told him I needed it for PE class, so he shouldn't forget.
What? Who?
He's not your friend? Did he steal my bat?
Yeah, sure he's a friend.
It's my bat, not yours.
My dad brought it for me from America.
-It's yours. -Mine.
It's mine.
Only yours. I'll tell him to return it by Wednesday.
He made you a hangman?
Huh?
Freddy.
He made you my executioner?
What about that girl?
-Drop it. -No.
-I said drop it. -No, bro, you said you'd tell me.
-No. -You have no choice.
You didn't do what they say you did, right?
And even if you did, there was a reason for it, right?
Did someone make you do it?
Is it because you're Ethiopian? Is it an Ethiopian thing? Huh?
-Answer me, you son of a bitch! -Leave me alone.
I won't! Why did you do it? She grass you up for something you did?
No. There was nothing.
What do you mean?
Someone must've made you to do it, right?
-Did she cause you trouble? -I didn't do anything to him.
She says she didn't do anything. What did she do?
I said I didn't do anything to him!
She yelled at you? Humiliated you?
She didn't die on the spot, right?
She died because of something else.
Twenty-seven skull fractures, 66 bruises, 49 lacerations.
Cause of death, massive bleeding.
Someone made you do it, right?
-You couldn't have done it alone. -I did.
She insulted you? She insulted you and you're ashamed to tell me? Ashamed?
White boy, I didn't do nothing. He smashed me with a rock just because.
Just because…
-Just because! -Bro, stop it.
No! You deserve to die, you son of a bitch!
Get the fuck off me, motherfucker.
You son of a bitch!
What's going on over here?
Come here!
You filthy darkie.
Wait in solitary confinement.
You really don't want to live with my mum.
It's me, Mum.
What are you doing here? What's wrong?
Is everything okay? What happened?
He
buried me.
What do you mean?
He threw me into a hole and dumped sand on me.
What do you mean?
He buried me.
-Who buried you? -Pinny Drori.
-Pinny Drori buried you? -Yeah.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
I see.
Dean, why don't you tell me the truth for a change?
-He buried me. -What happened?
He kicked you out and you're afraid to tell me?
-He buried me. -No, he didn't. What happened?
Got caught stealing again?
-You steal anything? -I'm telling you, he's mentally ill.
He made us into slaves.
-He's a genius. He's not mentally ill. -Genius?
What did you do to him?
Nothing! He's an idiot!
I can't take your lies any more. I can't take it.
You're just like your father!
-I'm not lying! -Just like your father!
Just like my father?
But my mum's an amazing person, and she really did her best.
And I'm someone who always did his best and it was never enough, so I get her.
For real, she's always loved me unconditionally,
and as much as I make fun of her sometimes,
and sometimes I'm a little…
I'm not angry at her. I love her very much, because after all…
You know,
after all, despite how I was raised and…
You only get one mum.
Or three.
Visitors.
Fallah, Cohen,
Herzl, Daddon, Gozlan,
Bardugo,
Asraf,
Dangor,
Shaiman,
Tassa.
May you celebrate every year
With all blessings and joy
May you leave and never return, God willing.
-Amen. -I hope to never see you again.
So, Chelli? Say something for his birthday.
All three are his mother.
What do you mean?
They're famous. Did a lot of time.
They met Chelli when she ran Neve Tirtza.
Freddy Sussan was born in Neve Tirtza.
Just eat the cake.
Only one of them had him, but only Chelli knows who she is.
Next year, God willing…
Freddy was raised in prison?
Born in prison, raised in prison… and will die in prison.
…not here, that's it.
Next birthday you won't be here.
-Get out and don't come back. -Amen.
Our sweetheart.
Go on, give him some cake.
-My love. -Warden Chelli?
-Can I talk to you for a sec? -Yeah, sure.
Excuse me.
-I'm Tamara, Dean's mum. -Dean's mum, right.
So the thing is…
Look, I don't know why I called the police.
I shouldn't have done that. You know him by now. He's a good boy.
It shouldn't have happened. I was just…
I was afraid he'd end up with a bullet in his head,
and I didn't know what to do with all of his manic episodes.
See, I took him to 200 consultants, all of them geniuses and smart,
but no one had anything useful to say. It was either give him pills
or hold him tight with both hands
or push him against the wall, which is easy to say,
but what can I do when he kicks me and swears at me?
Call the police, I guess, and make him my responsibility.
You're right.
-Come. Tamara, have a seat. -What I've done to him is horrible.
Listen, I ruined his life.
You didn't ruin his life or put him in prison.
-Do me a favour, have a seat. -I understand what you're saying.
-I ruined his life. -Calm down.
-Please sit. -No, wait--
-Do me a favour, play nice and sit down. -I know I ruined his life…
You didn't ruin his life or put him in prison.
The police brought him to court, and he was charged with six offences.
-Now, please sit. -It was me. I lied to him.
I fucked him up, I know it was me,
and I need you to go to the judge and tell him it was me,
and that it was all lies, okay?
That his mother lied and that it's my fault,
and I need you to go and tell him that his grandma isn't feeling well
because she's the only person this kid likes
-and he doesn't believe me. -Let go.
-Let the child go. Let him go, sweetie… -Please…
-Wait a sec. -You are causing him harm.
Will you talk to the judge? Please.
He'll be eaten alive because of your theatrics.
Go on.
I'm sorry.
Bye, Mum.
Have some.
You like it?
Dean, hello?
It's Freddy. What the hell, man? Why are you ignoring me?
You didn't like my joke about the three mums?
It wasn't funny? Everyone laughed.
Look, man, you left me high and dry.
Come on out. I'm here. Let's settle it like men.
How didn't they know about Michael Jackson?
Fucking hell.
Daniel, open the door.
Come here, kids!
Door's open.
That paedophile covers his tracks.
Send him in.
What?
Yes, send him in.
-What's up, Tully? -Come, Zorro, sit.
-What's up? -Sit down.
What did we do?
Sit down.
Why's that? Why?
Talk. What did we do?
-Why the cuffs? -Shut up!
What's this bullshit now?
Chelli wants you to make peace.
-What did we do? -Shut up.
If you're not besties by tomorrow, one of you is off to the Brosh hellhole.
Subtitle translation by: Lior Hadar