Dean, just tell your friend to return my bat.
-What? -I see you and Zorro are getting along.
But you gotta be careful.
His previous cellmate, Shmuel Ben Achia,
drove him crazy, and he killed himself.
What about that girl? Die, you son of a bitch!
I'm looking to make it clear
that it would mean a lot if you stab your darkie friend today,
I miss you, Grandma. I love you.
-Who buried you? -Pinny Drori.
I can't take your lies any more. You're just like your father!
Just like my father?
At the end of the hall, the drama room. It'll do you good, I can tell.
-Who wants to start? -Here, the newbie.
Want to come up? All these stars already performed. You don't have to.
I ruined his life.
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.
-Talk. What did we do? -Shut up.
If you're not besties by tomorrow, one of you is off to the Brosh hellhole.
Dean Shaiman, this is Freddy Sussan. Remember me?
Send him in.
I'm Aliza.
Nice to meet you.
Funny.
You don't say.
You're a real joker.
Who are you?
Actually,
I'd rather not discuss it in front of the wife. It's not dignified.
It's all right. I'm not a wife. You can…
You are a woman.
I'm a woman. Speak up.
You owe me 380 shekels.
What?
-You're for real? -Very real.
The pipe deliveries, remember?
Pipes?
What? How'd you come up with that?
How?
The merchandise, the courier, 20 years' interest,
380 shekels.
Okay, fine. Can I…
can I transfer you the money?
I'm only kidding around. Why so serious?
-Loosen up. What's wrong? -Cut it out.
-You're a comedian, aren't you? -So…
How do you know each other?
How do we know each other, Dean?
-Daniel. -Oh, Daniel, right.
Freddy and I were together in…
We worked in renovations.
Oh, right.
Construction.
Oh, renovations?
-A long time ago. -I… I'm going to pee.
Nice woman you got for yourself.
Why so uptight? What's wrong?
What about you? What…
what are you up to?
Travelling locksmith.
You?
Can you believe it?
No kidding.
You left the trouble behind.
Say, how are your mum and mum and mum?
Blessed be God, blessed be God, and passed away, may she rest in peace.
Sorry to hear that.
And your mum?
Blessed be God.
Fancy a smoke?
No, thanks, wife's waiting outside.
Okay, man, it's good to see you.
And… see you around, as they say.
And I swear,
I just came for a laugh.
Glad you came.
Say, are you…
are you in touch with anyone from back then?
With whoever's alive, you know.
-Half of them were murdered. -Half were murdered?
Some are in jail.
Say, remember that bullshit that…
that Chelli used to say? What was it?
-The percentages? -96% will survive?
Okay.
She probably knew what she was talking about.
Yeah.
Not everyone changed their name.
Cool.
Good to see you, joker.
Say, do you know
what happened to Zorro?
You're asking me?
No idea.
-Nothing? -No.
If you don't know where he is, he's probably six feet under.
You take care. All right?
-What? -You take care.
Sure.
See you, Daniel.
What's the matter? You're afraid of me?
All right.
All right, Rabbit.
It's a small cell. At some point, you won't have a choice.
Good morning, boys. Did you make up?
Grandma, I'm sharing a cell with a psychopath.
You need to calm down,
and I'll see what can be done, all right?
-Do you hear me? -Yeah.
I'm coming over there to see, okay?
Just don't go back to your room.
Find another place to be in. I'll be right there, sweetie.
Bye.
"And only because…"
Dean, right?
Let me guess…
Trafficking women?
Genocide.
Drug possession with intent to sell.
Getting warmer.
That's it, I give up. How'd you get here?
In a Lamborghini.
Next time, let me know if you need a lift. I'll pick you up.
You'll perform today?
You should. It's a safe space, I promise.
Look, there's bars and everything.
I don't trust other people.
What if it's just you and I?
You're an "other" too.
All right.
Let's make a deal.
-Play along once, I'll leave you alone. -Play along with what?
With exercises that always work.
What exercises?
I know that many of your problems in life have to do with your mother,
and believe it or not, you're not special.
-Thanks. -Don't mention it.
So here's what we'll do. I'm going to sit here in front of you
and be your mother for a few minutes.
So that you can tell me anything that weighs on you.
Why is that funny?
-Even my mum can't play my mum. -Really?
It's that bad?
Yeah.
Okay, if not your mum, I can also be Sunny Bracha.
How do you know about Sunny?
His name was actually "Sunny", I swear.
"Sunny Bracha." But names aren't important.
Names like that… the parents were like,
"What shall we call him? Let's pick a problematic name."
"Sunny"? What do you want this kid to be?
A motorcycle? What kind of a name is that?
"Sunny…"
-What? -Come here, love. Come sit here.
Have a seat.
Dean, I want you to meet…
Sunny Bracha.
Sunny Bracha?
Talk to him. Tell him how you feel about him turning you into a criminal.
Sunny never made me into a criminal. We were blood brothers.
Sunny rescued me from the boredom of life, because to be honest…
Yesterday, it took you 15 minutes. What's up?
Nothing!
I didn't have a place to be, anyone to be with, or anything to do.
My life was crap.
And Sunny?
Sunny was living the dream.
Criminal, famous all around town,
and also kind.
He didn't have a dad.
Just like me.
And his mum, she wasn't really there, just like mine.
In short, the kid was the biggest thief I've ever seen.
It was the worst match. I said, "I gotta to meet him."
I felt like I had to meet him.
You wanted to be like me, obviously.
Of course. Look how handsome and noble you are
with your panther hat and kingly robe,
and that zit on your nose.
But, yeah, I wanted to be like Sunny.
But Sunny wasn't a sucker. He wouldn't befriend just anyone.
I knew that if I went up to him and said, "Sunny, I want to be like you,"
he'd laugh in my face.
So what did I do?
So how do you meet a thief?
Create an opportunity, he'll show.
So I spread a rumour that I'd also been stealing, so he found me.
It's pleasant here.
A cool atmosphere, suddenly. You're like,
"Do tell us more about the thefts."
I've heard about you.
-Didn't picture you so small. -That's a blessing in our line of work.
This cute face?
It can steal whatever you need.
All right.
It was a match made in hell.
One of the worst matches I ever had.
Turned out he was a thief, but a real pro.
The worst mentor I ever had.
We would steal, on average, I swear,
60 wallets per day.
Statistically speaking, I stole a wallet from someone you know. Okay?
And I don't regret it.
Don't judge me. I've already been judged. Hear me out.
Sunglasses, credit cards, electrical appliances.
After three months, I'd built my mum a pool with a pissing baby fountain.
Pissing all over it.
So every morning, Sunny and I would go to the water park.
Sneak in, actually. He would help me over the fence with a boost.
A boost into crime. He would do it very professionally.
"I'll show you how it's really done."
He'd help me in. I'd enter the water park, listen,
the most innocent-looking boy, people were like, "So cute,"
and I'd walk in, grab wallets, throw them out.
Grab anything while wearing flip-flops. Zero values.
Get on the water slides, skip the queues. "I was here first…"
Steal a wallet, move on. Then to the next park.
There's a spot where you can sneak in.
Climb up the pole, there's this wall with broken shards of glass.
Wow, it's so difficult to cross. You do that… and you're in Luna Park.
Once inside, we would wear these hoodies.
Not suspicious at all.
Luna Park was the same every day. There was this ride called Tagada.
Anyone ever heard of it?
There's this platter, with songs.
Before climbing it, people had to deposit their bags into an open box.
Very safe.
And get on the ride for exactly eight minutes,
and they can't get off before that.
What happens is that they're enjoying themselves,
then they see us stealing their…
And they can't do anything. Also, '90s songs.
And all the while, we destroy their bags in their faces.
And they see us. "Hey, motherfucker!"
It didn't end there. In the wallets we stole,
we found memberships to all kinds of pools.
Everybody's old there. Old women who swim with their head above water.
"It's nice to see young people here."
"Nice to see you too, lady."
As she turns around, I grab her purse. I loved those old ladies' purses.
Sorry, guys, oh my God, okay? I'm not…
It's ancient history, come on.
So I took the old lady's purse.
Those purses are shaped like cubes. Old ladies would also…
They would write their PIN number in there. "Don't forget, 4582."
We were thrilled to find those purses.
I'd hug him, shout, "Yeah!"
He'd say, "Don't invite the devil in." We're the devil, you numpty.
But then…
then came the greed and the audacity.
My redhead friend's rich parents
took the whole family on holiday to the Seychelles.
And I had my eye on something that his dad was hiding in the attic.
"Something"?
Yes!
We were an empire.
But more than that, we were friends.
Sunny and I were brothers, partners…
Blood brothers.
And with the money we made,
we bought bags of ecstasy that I distributed at school,
because no one suspected me and the kids knew I wouldn't rip them off.
Get your hands off my son!
-What's your problem? -Get in the house, now!
Get out of here.
-Get lost! -Great.
Yiftach "Raspberry Red", what's…
what's up?
I'm good, bro. And you?
Good, I'm good.
How are you? Getting along here?
Sure.
Everyone here knows not to mess with me.
-Did they try? -They did. They won't try again.
I'm counselling the Year 4s.
School's lame, same shit as always.
Right. Good to hear.
When do you get out? Should I take notes for you?
Sure.
That's it. Time's up.
-Huh? Wait… -That's it.
-But your grandma… you won't see her? -Grandma's here? Where?
They searched her because she brought you stuff.
Grandma!
Grandma.
Wait, Grandma,
Jerusalem ran out of food?
There's a drought.
My first time bringing stuff to my grandson in jail.
So I hope I chose correctly.
Your pillow from Mum's house.
I also brought cornflakes, but they wouldn't let me bring them in.
What kind did you bring?
Did you look into it?
We consulted with two solicitors, as well as the guy who sent you to Horesh.
They said we got the most reasonable deal we could expect.
Okay, well, I thought maybe I'd…
I'd come live with you, so I could stay out of trouble.
-That's not-- -I'll be good, I promise.
-Your mum told you I was ill, right? -She didn't make it up?
-Will you be all right? -Of course I will.
-You sure? -Sure I'm sure.
Listen to me. No judge is going to send you home
after you've been charged with dealing drugs.
They say the best thing you can do
is to be on your best behaviour
and then maybe they'll take a few months off your sentence.
A few months? I want to go home now.
Sweetheart…
Can you wait it out?
Try and fit in? Keep out of trouble?
Can you do it?
For me?
Take a deep breath.
You can't avoid fighting in prison. On the outside, what's loyalty based on?
What connects people? Hobbies, areas of interest.
You like gambling, so does he, friendships are formed.
In prison, they force friendships on you.
"He's from your town. You won't jump when he jumps?"
"What kind of person are you?"
What do I care about people from my town?
"He's from your town. You won't be there for him?"
There are also your cellmates.
"He's your cellmate. Talk nice to him. Don't fight with him."
So what if he rapes you at night? They don't care. He's your cellmate.
My cellmate, for example…
Mowgli Togli likes to smash girls' heads with a rock. Learned that in Africa.
-That's how they show love. -Dean, that's enough.
Tell us about school. How was school for you?
School? I was a straight-A student.
Straight-A at what?
Maths.
I swear.
I switched schools in Year 5, right?
I walk in on the first day,
all shy, with my backpack, eyes staring at the floor.
Suddenly I see this girl, Oshrit.
Devious-looking, skinny like Zohar Argov.
She comes at me from behind and says,
"New kid!"
"New kid!" The kid next to me is stressing me out, "Don't turn around."
"Don't turn around"? I want to see what's up.
And I don't know her. It's not cool.
He's got me conflicted.
Meanwhile, she's going, "New kid!"
And he insists, "Don't turn around!" I told him,
"I'm turning around, bro, sorry." So he says…
"Do what you think is best."
I turn around, I swear, she looked me in the eye and said,
"Sell me a hair off your balls for ten shekels?"
"Sorry?" And he was like, "Told you not to turn around."
Seemed to me like a good deal.
I told her, "I'll get it for you during breaktime."
If I had one, I would have given it then.
Excited, "Show me you got a tenner." But I had none.
I'd tear one off and give it to her.
So what did I do?
I went to this other kid I knew from school and said…
"Tidhar." He says, "What?" and I'm like,
"Can you sell me a hair off your balls for five shekels?"
"It's for Oshrit, right? You fucker."
I'm like, "Come on, don't mess it up for me."
He says, "Come here." So we go behind Igor's guard booth,
and Igor spots us, "That Oshrit…"
He takes off his pants and…
…says something I didn't expect. He asks me,
"Do you wanna choose?"
"I hadn't thought about it, but now that you mention it, I'll have that one."
"No, you were just there… That's a nice one, yeah, that one."
I picked a nice hair for Oshrit, something symbolic.
I'm service oriented, so I said, "We can't give it to her like that."
"Let's gift wrap it." I tore a page off my notebook, folded it,
put the hair inside, wrote "For Oshrit," and drew a curl.
I went up to her during breaktime…
"Come here."
She looks at me, "Did you get it?"
A charming, very feminine girl.
So I gave her the envelope. That nutjob opens it up then and there.
Not even, "Let's go to the side." Everyone knew she was…
She looks at it,
then she's like,
"It's Tidhar's? You fucker. Give me back my money."
You rock!
You kick arse!
Go on, say something.
Little Bruce Lee didn't hear your Warden Chelli.
Do Warden Chelli.
You do an impression of Chelli?
Show us, spill it.
Go on, do it!
"Only well-intentioned knives may enter the cellblock."
"Every headcount
starts from zero."
See, I told you!
Do the joke about the darkie!
Cellblock B, headcount in five minutes.
You did me?
It's nothing.
Show me.
-Nothing to show. It was just a joke. -Come on, show him. It was good.
"Darkie doesn't like Super Mario."
-Show me. -Do the darkie!
"Mowgli walks the jungle, smashing girls!"
Show me. Be a man.
Not showing you.
-Show me, you coward. -Or what? You'll bash my head in?
"Mowgli walks the jungle, smashing girls!"
I get why you hate me.
Because I killed her.
And you shouldn't do that.
But I swear to you, she's the last person I'll ever kill.
But why?
I don't know.
And how do you know it won't happen again?
I just do.
Because you're here now.
Nice pillow.
The pillow!
Bring me your corn.
Here.
No way…
Wow, it wiped me out.
How come?
I mean, it's hard work.
Right?
What?
Sorry for being a dick.
Mowgli Togli, huh?
It's okay. Water under the bridge.
That's good.
Ask Chelli for a leave. She knows your grandma was special to you.
I don't wanna.
Why not? It's your grandma, and funerals are important.
I don't want to. I'm too sad.
Arsehole white boy.
One at a time.
Lusha, over here!
Freddy, pass over here!
Pass it high, over here!
-Pass it! -Over here!
Come on, a quick one.
Come on, Warden, it's inappropriate.
Shaiman, do it. You don't have a choice.
"96% chance you'll be back here,
because you're useless little morons with itsy-bitsy brains."
What's his name?
-Told you, I don't know. -Who doesn't know their father's name?
I don't wanna know. My mum says he tried to kill us.
I'm serious.
Tried how?
Different way each time.
So you've never met him?
I once went to see him. Found his address in one of my mum's notebooks.
I took two friends along. We knocked on his door, totally wasted.
He opens up and starts yelling at us.
"Are you the bastards who throw eggs at my car? You lowlife idiots."
"Fuck off or I'll call the cops!"
And that was it.
-What an arsehole. -Yeah.
Come on!
-What a jerk. What's his problem? -There!
Come on! I can't, it's…
How do you play this, bro?
My mum used to play this all the time.
Hot chicks!
Dafna.
Shut up!
Girls, come here. I'll explain to you…
Worth every second in solitary.
I started doing stand-up in prison.
They had this drama class.
I used to be good.
Anyway, I was in prison,
and after a while, they sent me to drama class.
The warden fell in love with me. I was like her son.
I did an impression of her. The guards told her about it.
One day, all the guards came,
surrounded my cell, holding batons. "Come out!"
I was sure they were going to beat the hell out of me.
They took me to the warden's office. She sat me down with 20 guards around.
"I heard you were doing an impression of me."
Exactly like that.
I said, "Me?"
"You heard wrong."
"If you don't do it, you're going to Cellblock 2."
That's the terrorist cellblock.
I said,
"Abulawa!"
"Don't scratch your arsehole and then touch the food, Abulawa!"
She laughed, like…
She goes, "You're funny," and I started making them laugh.
I was funny. Several times, I was sure I was going to get stabbed.
Once, they were smoking bongs. Jail mix. A gram on 200 cigarettes.
A whole tobacco carton mixed with one gram. It's disgusting.
So I was so stoned and started doing impressions, stories in rhyme,
daft '90s stuff,
I don't know. It's so stupid.
I used to go, "Me and the boys in Romania…"
"There was me, Berto, Zhico, and Mike."
"We went around to steal a bike."
"After we downed a couple of beers, we'd go and steal bikes with 21 gears."
There's no entertainment there, so everyone's like…
This kid comes up with a knife and says, "Come to my room."
I'm like, "What does he want?"
Brought me in, covered the door with fabric. I was sure he was gonna kill me.
He says, "Do the 'me and the boys in Romania' sketch."
I said, "Where did you hear that?"
"I heard a rumour you tell stories in rhyme."
I'm like, "Forget it. You were about to stab me."
He pulls out the knife. "Me and the boys in Romania…"
Zorro.
What's up, Chelli?
Come with me.
Where to?
Go on, move it.
What's up? Is Zorro all right?
Come, Dean.
Where's Zorro?
-Thank you. -What's going on, Chelli?
It's your big day.
What do you mean?
You're going home.
What?
You got two months off.
Congratulations.
Pack up quickly. The van's waiting.
Where's Zorro?
With the social worker.
No time to get sentimental. The van's waiting at the gate.
Don't get emotional.
Move it, kid.
Get back to life.
Remember what I told you when you came?
-No. -That you have to beat the statistics.
-What statistics? -You tell me.
Where am I going?
-I've spoken to your mum. -I can't go back there.
She knows, and she has a solution.
Dean, I know it won't be easy out there,
but I've had enough heartache.
-Move it. -Move where?
-I have to say goodbye to Zorro. -Oh yeah?
-You can drop all these things. -You leave when we say so.
-Not without saying goodbye! -Calm down.
-Not leaving! -Cool it.
No, I won't.
-Not leaving without saying goodbye. -This won't work, you idiot.
-Get your things. You're going home. -I won't!
I will say goodbye to him for you!
I won't leave without saying goodbye! Don't you get it? I won't!
-Get over here. -What do you want?
-Enough, Dean. -Don't touch me, motherfucker!
Enough, calm down!
-Don't touch me! -You're leaving.
Let go, motherfucker!
-With or without your clothes. -Let go!
Let go, motherfucker! Let go!
Bye, Dean.
Let go, motherfucker!
-Let go, motherfucker! -Quiet!
Come on, let me go!
Get your hands off me. Let go!
Subtitle translation by: Lior Hadar