Why did you come to my house? Did my mum call?
She's insane. A liar. How can you believe her?
I get why you hate me. I killed her, and it was wrong.
But I swear to you that I will never kill again.
How do you know you won't?
I just know, 'cause you're here.
-What's wrong? No! -Take off all your clothes.
I'm gonna have a… shower.
This face you see? So cute.
I can steal anything you need.
Sunny never made me into a criminal. We were brothers.
Grandma!
My first time bringing anything to my grandson in prison.
So, I hope I chose correctly. Your pillow for you from Mum's home, huh?
I also brought cornflakes, but they wouldn't let me bring them in.
Who doesn't know their father's name?
I don't wanna know. Mum says he tried to kill us.
-Give it, give it. -Yes! Yes!
He says, "It's for Oshrit. No way!"
"Absolutely useless, and your brains are tiny, tiny, tiny."
They've cut two months off. Congratulations.
-I'm not going back there. -She knows. She has a solution.
-I've gotta say goodbye to Zorro. -You leave when we say.
-Bye, Dean. -Let go, you bastard!
-No! -Come here!
"And Saul said to David,
'You cannot go to that Philistine and fight him,
for you are a boy, and he has been a warrior from his youth.'"
Why does David allow himself to go into battle
against this massive giant without a shield?
Anyone?
'Cause he's got balls and no brain?
I was released, and I went home.
My grandma died. My grandma had…
Huh? What? Why are you shrugging?
Come on, they laugh at everything! It's a super dumb audience.
I've never seen anything like it. "Ha-ha! Yeah, nice, yeah…"
There's a "special needs" atmosphere in here.
"That's nice."
You know, people always say to me, "Oh, nice, you went to prison,"
but never ask for what.
"What were you actually in for?" "Raping a little girl." You know, you can't…
You can't really rehabilitate yourself. You can't say,
"Oh, I was a paedophile when I was young."
"I realized it wasn't the right path. Since then, I've had an amazing journey."
"I found stand-up."
I'm an inactive paedophile, I admit it.
A paedophile can't say, "That was a phase in my life."
Know why I don't like paedophiles? They think too small, you see?
I thought what you said in class was funny,
but most people don't have a sense of humour.
Depends where.
What exactly do you mean by that?
Are you, like, trying to talk… about prison?
Just asking.
You know, everybody wants to know what it's like,
but you really don't have to say, yeah?
Dean. Dean.
I don't know if you're still into that stuff,
but could you sort me out?
Dean. Let's get out of here. I've had enough.
-Here. -Whoa!
Nice!
-How are you two sweethearts? -Okay. how are you, Mum?
How was school?
-Good. -Same for me.
-Come here. -Next time, I'll thrash you. Two on two?
-Nice! -Like it. Dean, come here.
Back in a second.
Bathe in crystal streams…
Whoo!
Carpet of gold, wall to wall…
Dad, what you doing?
Arms spread, backwards fall…
Welcome to Cupid's hotline…
Did you ask Chelli to get me a visitor's pass?
You know it's not allowed.
I know, but you did say you'd try.
Dean, forget about prison. Give your new parents a break.
Hey, they're not my parents.
Yeah, they're all right. What can I say?
Good for you. So move on.
Why are you being like this?
-Gotta go, Rabbit. Yeah? -Wait, what?
Early headcount 'cause of the trouble with the Indians.
-Hey, uh, did you get the stuff I sent? -Yeah.
See ya, bye.
Okay, talk tomor…
A rooster crow…
Dean, come here a second?
First light meets the dawn…
Dean!
And the roses in the graveyard lawn…
Will you behave?
Don't do that.
We'll soon sort things out together, all of us.
Here he is.
-Here he comes. -Hi.
Hey, Dean.
How are you, sweetheart?
Yeah. How's it going?
-You fed up with me? -Hm!
You think so? Who's gonna do the dishes?
I really don't understand how you've managed
to turn this wreck of a boy into a decent human being.
Relatively.
Good. The papers.
Dean, sit down.
It's like this.
So, your grandma must have lost it before she died,
and she decided to leave everything she had to you.
-What? -You heard me.
Listen, Dean, we need to figure out a way to turn a new page.
-Yeah, of course, yeah. -Okay?
We just want to make sure that getting all of this money doesn't turn your head.
Why would it turn my head?
Because that's what money tends to do. It corrupts.
So the three of us agreed on a sort of condition.
The money will go into a fund, with your mother as custodian,
But you live here and we have control over the day-to-day.
-And we'll transfer you 500 a month. -Ah, cool.
However, this only happens on condition you let prison go.
-Stop with the ball! -Tom!
-What do you mean? -Three calls a day to the prison.
Reverse-charge calls, hours on the phone.
-It has to stop, all right? -Stop it with the fucking ball!
-Come on! -Tom!
It's not an issue.
Are you calling someone specific or are you talking to everyone?
-What's the difference? -Are the calls to one boy?
-I don't see why it matters. -It matters…
Before we all beat the shit out of you,
you need to understand that this is not open to debate.
-Yeah, but it's my money! -Not for the next few years.
Anyway, if you want to start a decent life, it starts now,
and no more calls to prison.
Okay?
Okay.
Promise?
-Promise. -Thank you very much.
Dean, walk me to my car.
Dean…
listen, okay?
Be a good boy, all right?
They have actually saved our lives.
Yeah, I'm always good.
-Should we not wake him up? -It's okay.
-Okay, then. -We're late, let's go.
-Mmm. -Let's move.
Welcome to Cupid, where we aim to cater for all of your needs.
Hello?
Yes?
Warden, it's Dean Shaiman.
Are you mad? Why are you calling? Just stop.
Yeah, I'm mad, I know I'm mad.
But I need to speak to Zorro, yeah? It's life and death.
It can't happen, Dean. You just have to let it go, okay?
But I can't reach him when he's in protective custody!
Why'd you put him in?
He doesn't wanna speak?
Is something going on?
Dean, I told him not to talk to you.
You've just gotta move on.
Hey, quiet!
We've missed you, you little prick.
Mm-hmm.
I thought we'd seen the last of you.
Well, you've grown a bit, haven't you? Big shoulders and hair…
What hair? This is hair, my friend.
You're bald!
I was in Tel Mond with your cousin, Bruce Lee. He's a great guy.
-Here. Can you unload it all in two weeks? -Yeah.
You sure? It's a lot of stuff.
I can.
Really? We're still friends, yeah?
Don't want this harming our relationship.
All good. Worst case, I have inheritance.
Inheritance? What do you mean?
Inheritance is for raising a family,
not for going out on adventures and gambling.
Here's the telephone, so you don't get lost on me.
Okay, all right.
Anything you need, you call me using this phone.
You don't call anyone else, okay?
As I mentioned on the telephone, there's a… issue.
What issue?
-I need a gun. -What gun?
To shoot some two-bit Tel Aviv gangster.
Yeah.
Did someone steal your playground swing?
Or do you want to shoot a pigeon's wing?
Don't you like pigeons?
It's just I feel safer, my brother.
Run the merchandise for two weeks, and then we'll speak, okay?
Don't worry, if you haven't got one, no prob.
The little jerk, huh?
So anyway, I hooked up with a crime syndicate.
Don't worry about the names, but I started learning the language,
you know what I mean?
I wanted to be a gangster, you know?
I really wanted to become one of them,
and so I completely lost my own identity,
and I became one of them, you know?
They would bring me cocaine,
pick me up in a GMC van.
Never mind about all the names.
I just really wanted to have a gun.
And, of course, I got into even deeper trouble.
By then I knew all the, uh…
In short, I assimilated.
I… had a great time.
It's true, I did.
So I'm gonna have to pick her up, aren't I?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Okay, um…
Well, if she's gonna be in the same place then, we can…
well, I can meet her about seven?
Hey, I… I'm late, sorry.
-I… -It's okay. Come on.
-Take off your backpack and eat. -Sit down, hmm?
Have a seat.
-Eat something? -Do you want some of this?
-Have some, it's good. -And lemon juice?
-What's in the bag? -I can taste it!
Something I'm emotionally attached to.
-It's really good. -Don't judge.
Okay, what's the matter? It's all good.
Nothing. Just leave me alone.
What's going on?
It's all good, Dad.
-Well, it doesn't look like it. -All good.
Why don't you tell us what's going on with you?
Well? Say something.
By the way, this guy was with me in jail
for shagging an eight-year-old boy.
Dean.
Now, he was a funny little pervert.
-He asked us to call him Ilan the Horse. -Horse?
Hold on a sec.
And so Ilan the Horse was placed in a cell with this Arab with a unibrow.
-He was called Khader. -Come. Come.
-What? -Ugh!
'Cause Chelli knows the Arab holds his horse on a short leash. Right?
Enough!
Go to them tomorrow morning, apologize to them, and they'll forget it.
Optimist.
That's how they are, I tell you.
Yeah, that's with you.
Tell me, what's in that backpack that you're clutching onto like it's your dick?
Just snacks, salty snacks.
Whatever. Just curious.
If you're so curious,
have a look.
They're drugs!
You do coke?
Ever shot this?
Baseball! So how are you doing out there?
-Enjoying your freedom, my brother? -I need a favour.
Pass a note into Zorro's cell. I need him to call me.
Actually, Zorro's among us. He's here with the living.
Freddy was moved out of here, so Chelli let him off his leash.
-He's roaming free in the cellblock. -Are you serious?
And why do you think I'd tell a lie to you, my little brother?
Can you call him to the phone?
-Yeah, of course I can. -Dean, yeah!
Thanks so much for the tapes, but I actually need another small favour.
Pesach, did Chelli really let Zorro loose on the block?
-Yeah, she did. -When?
Don't know, my man. I'll get him.
All blocks, break ends in five minutes.
All blocks, your break ends in five minutes' time.
All right, come on.
Five minutes and you're all back in your cells.
-Hello? -Zorro, did Chelli really let you out?
Hello?
What? What's up?
Listen, Rabbit, this is becoming an issue.
What?
All these phone calls.
I won't be taking any calls again.
Because Chelli told you not to talk to me any more?
Listen, Rabbit, go and study, get laid, I don't know. Do what everyone else does.
Just let it go.
Everyone on the block thinks you're my girl.
Stop calling me. That's enough, yeah?
I wanted to tell you that I'm putting 500 shekel in your canteen account.
What? What do you mean?
I'm putting 500 shekel in your canteen account and buying you a pearl necklace.
Hello?
So, now I see.
You know, I spoke to Chelli.
She says this friend of yours who you talk to three times a day
is the one who killed that girl from Kiryat Gat.
I don't understand how you can even talk to him.
'Cause he's my friend.
Three fingers mean "regardless of race, religion or sex".
Thumb over pinky means "the strong protect the weak."
Like this?
-Sunny. Today, not tomorrow. -What's the rush?
What I mean is the profit is shared 50-50, you know?
You have to realise we can control north Tel Aviv.
Come here.
Where's the fucking lighter?
What's up with you? Huh? You want to be killed?
Messing with the Abu-Diab twins? Did prison mess up your mind?
They'll slaughter us.
All good. I know how to move the stuff.
-And I'm handling my debt. -What are you saying?
My grandma left me cash.
What do you mean? Huh? What for?
Don't you remember we said we'll cut out the dope, the stealing, all that shit?
So we can have millions and fly to the moon, that's what for!
Listen.
I wasn't born under a dark sign.
I haven't been humiliated like you, Dean, and I won't be.
So don't drag me into trouble, okay?
And tell your brother to stop calling me.
The stronger one protects the weak.
Come on, then. Yeah, I'll do it. Come on.
I managed to get about five different ones.
I've got white, I've got my colours.
Yeah, we met in class.
What about, like, a pattern?
-A patterned one? -Yeah, over here.
Sometimes red, sometimes white.
Yeah, it's lunch soon.
Dean!
What are you doing here?
Just to see you.
Coming home?
So what's up? What are you doing?
-A fire sign. -What does it say?
Don't matter. Just come back.
No, Mum can't do it.
I can.
We want the fives done. Come on.
Um, about two weeks ago.
-Two? Oh. -Yeah.
I'm here doing…
-You need to sit down? -No, I'm fine.
So basically, I was born, grew up in a neighbourhood in north Tel Aviv.
Good Ashkenazi boy in north Tel Aviv.
In the greenest neighbourhood in Tel Aviv. Too green.
With kids who like to walk around and chew on their sleeves and talk to themselves.
"Woo-woo-woo…"
Ugh. And, of course everyone's got a basin cut or a ponytail.
It feels like, you know, everything is over the top.
The dogs are like, "Shalom, good morning, sir".
I'm talking about a time, in the '90s,
when walking around the streets was walking around the streets.
There used to be an idea about "the kids on the street".
We were all on the street. Now they're on TikTok instead.
Back then, the thugs would sit there, and they would call you. "Hey, kid!"
It used to be scary to go out on the street.
"Hey, kid!"
And you're just with your friend and someone calls out, "Oi, come here."
And you're, like, with your friend.
And then he says to you, "What's your name?"
"Daniel." "Okay, go".
Welcome to Cupid, the biggest dating chat service in Tel Aviv.
Hello?
-Who's this? -Is that Ofek?
-Yeah. What? -Can I speak to Zorro?
Are you stupid or what?
Are you stupid? Why won't you listen?
I told you, Ashkenazis killed Zohar.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Dean, what's happening? You said two weeks to run the merchandise.
Where are you?
Sunny! Sunny!
Sunny, give me my bag, you shit!
I don't like these games of yours, you know. It's best you answer me, boy.
-You owe us a lot of money, you donkey. -Sunny!
Sunny, you fucker! Sunny!
Listen, you crazy boy, we know where you live.
We know where your mum lives.
Shame, shame on you.
When I was in prison, just out of boredom,
I discovered people have all these weird skills.
I was funny, but there were all sorts.
-There was one kid in my wing… -…in my wing,
who was in for fucking an eight-year-old boy.
Now, the little perv was so funny. He asked us to call him Ilan the Horse.
The highlight of our whole day would be when he imitated a horse.
He was called Ilan the Horse. He'd clear out the whole wing.
And the Arabs loved it. Arabs have this weird thing for horses, you know?
"Get out the way. He's galloping! Clear the way! Make way for him!"
"Get out the way! Make way!"
He was a smooth criminal, all about appearances.
"I went out and I knifed them, they didn't stand a chance…"
"Ilan, just do the horse."
"Just clear the way…"
And they'd clear the way, and they'd cheer him on.
He played the smooth criminal.
And he'd tell you how he'd knifed people, and they'd clear the way.
And he does the stupidest thing. "Ilan, clear the way!"
And all the Arabs are like… "Ilan, Ilan!"
Well, Arabs whistle without their fingers.
He's trying to be all cool, you know? "If you talk to him, I'll fuck you up."
And he's still trying to play it cool, you know?
"One more word and I'll fuck him up!"
"Move for a second. Just move for a second."
"I'll do the horse first."
And the whole gaff is shouting, "Ilan!" Shout "Ilan!"
Ilan! Ilan!
They put Ilan in a cell with this Arab with a unibrow, Khader.
Chelli said the Arab will know how to hold the horse on a short leash.
But it turns out Ilan the Horse isn't just fucking mad.
-He's as stupid as hell. -How?
The day he moves in with Khader, he says "Khader, you know what?"
-"I've never fucked before." -What?
"I've never fucked an Arab girl."
Get over here.
Come here, boy!
Fucking hell.
So… so Khader starts chasing him,
but Ilan the Horse really can't defend himself.
And all he did was steal DVDs.
So he chases him.
-He picks up a stool and bashes his head. -Ay! Shh…
Come here!
-This is for Ziad. -Where's my money?
Where you going, sweetie?
I told you, it's a Scout meeting. Next week's our final voyage.
Oh, right. But don't be back late. Nine o'clock, right?
-Okay. -Good.
Have fun!
-Why do you let him go out so late? -The little fucker's grown.
-Hello? -Which jail is it?
Shatta.
Hello.
-Which jail is it? -Ayalon.
Ugh!
-Which jail is it? -Ezra?
-No, which jail is it? -Asher.
I'm hanging up, kid, I've got a conference call.
Who is it?
-Which jail is it? -Ofek.
Rami Rashi?
Galit?
Galit? Bullshit. It's Dean.
Oh, Shaiman, my friend.
Is all good? Health and prosperity, God willing?
Listen, Rami, I need to do a deal, yeah?
Go on, then.
I'll put 1,000 shekel on your canteen account if you give Zorro the phone.
But tell him that some Cupid girl is on the line, yeah?
Make it 2,000, because you're making me to tell lies to wicked spirits.
-Have you no shame? -Done.
Zorro!
Come to the telephone, there's a girl for you.
Hello?
Hey.
Dean?
Hi.
What's going on with you?
No, just seeing how you are.
Hello?
You know what? As you called, I'll tell you.
-What? -Chelli asked something.
What'd she say?
Asked if I wanted a cellmate.
What'd you say?
I said yeah.
Information, Dorit speaking. How can I help?
-I'm a friend of Zion's. -Adiso?
Ah. Sit down, sit.
What do you want? Zion owes you money?
No, no.
So what?
Did he do something to you?
No way.
Uh…
He misses…
everyone.
You're Zion's friend?
Yeah.
Zion's not dead?
Do you wanna draw something for him? I'll take it to him.
ZION
I think you'd better leave. Avraham won't approve.
Sunny, I'm home.
Yeah, I stashed it in the cupboard.
Yeah, I'm sure he won't see it.
Hey, have you seen Dekel?
Girls, have you seen Dekel?
Is Dekel in the nest?
-Who's Dekel? -My young brother, Dekel Shaiman.
How should I know?
-What are you doing? Are you crazy? -Get off me! You're not my dad!
Dekel, don't mess with me. I'll screw you up!
Don't mess with me.
What's up, man? Did you find your bag?
Tamir, my brother, just stay away.
Why's that? He's one of us, little Dekel.
Don't care about the bag.
-Don't go near him, we're even. -I just don't get you.
-He came to us, looking for love. -All right, Sunny. All right.
You know what?
We thought…
of getting your brother a present.
Sunny, I'll kill you without a second thought.
Stay away from him!
-Fuck off. I'll count to ten and… -Count to a million! Just stay away, yeah?
You wanna be like that? Give us a Shaiman bitch before his bar mitzvah.
-Stay away, you son of a bitch. -Another brother to be our bitch. Idiot.
Come on, then, huh?
Fucking stay away from him!
Fucking…
THE STRONG PROTECTS THE WEAK
When you say my name It sounds like you're saying goodbye
I'm sitting home alone
All along, I cry
When I close my eyes, darlin' I can see your face
When I'm laying in my bed I long for your embrace
Baby blue eyes
Baby, tell me lies
Baby, my romance
Baby, let's dance
Up and down, up…