So, Dean Shaiman, are you going to fuck up your life for good?
What for, you idiot?
We said we'll stop with the drugs, the stealing, all that shit.
-Warden, it's Dean Shaiman. -Are you crazy? Why are you calling here?
I gotta speak to Zorro. It's life and death.
Listen, Rabbit, go out, study, screw, I dunno. Do what everyone else does.
Just let it go, man.
Listen. I wasn't dragged into a dark pit.
I don't carry the prison scorn like you, and never will.
-Do you have kids? -Bye.
Wait a second.
Can you just tell him I love him and to be careful?
Bye.
-Zion owes you money? -No. He misses you.
Wanna do a drawing? I'll get it to him.
-Chelli asked me something. -What?
-If I wanted a cellmate. -And what did you say?
I said I do.
-Are you crazy? -Get off. You're not my dad.
Watch it, Dekel. I'll fuck you up.
You watch it.
We thought we'd get your brother a birthday gift.
Stay away from my brother, you fucker!
Do you agree we live in the most surreal and absurd reality there is?
And we kind of take it for granted.
Because we don't ask questions. We live our lives.
Right? Where do we even live?
We live on a planet. How many times a day do you think about that?
A reality that's… People stick to logic.
"I'm a logical person." Where's the logic in this life?
We live on a planet spinning all by itself in infinity, like that,
and every day, there's a giant fireball up in the sky.
That's a logical reality? A fireball…
People walk around as if it's normal. "Good morning to you."
A giant fireball!
Everything's too precise. Something is odd.
And at night, you have the moon, same size. As if it's a school play.
"Good morning!"
Everything here is a little too
reasona--
It all just fits together too neatly. There are all these cultures.
People who live in cold places are also cold people.
But how are these related?
And their languages… You can hear that Russian was invented some place cold.
Whoever invented Russian was freezing their arse off.
You can hear it.
Russian women develop a falsetto from the cold.
People wonder where God was in the Holocaust.
He was backstage with the programmers.
Who better than the Germans to create the Holocaust?
They have the nastiest language.
The translation, "I miss my sister. We haven't spoken in two weeks."
"I want to buy her a Kinder gift basket,
but I don't know where to get one."
Right? All these cultures, as if someone engineered it. Right? Cultures.
Arabs and Jews, and the Arabs aren't just Arabs,
but they're, like, Arabian.
Like a set. An Arab with a sheep, a camel, a donkey, an olive tree, a hookah.
No Arabs with a Siberian husky and a cypress tree. It's all too precise.
How did Arabs figure out that a beard and no moustache is more Arabic?
How did they manage to perfect the character like that?
Get in. Sit at the back.
They're in the same block as the Jews?
-That's how it is in young offenders now. -Isn't that dangerous?
SECURITY GUARD
You have to speak to his heart, Dean.
We need to formulate something that will make him believe you're…
that you're expressing remorse, because
in certain cases,
displaying true remorse can significantly affect the judge's verdict.
And we need to figure out together what you should say there.
Did you know midgets get social security?
-Excuse me? -I'm serious. For dwarfism.
Maybe…
maybe you say that
after a stab or two, you stopped, realizing the severity of your actions?
You didn't want it to end in death, right?
And that you're sorry and it pains you when you think of all the…
of all the pain you caused this family.
I mean, why do dwarfs get it, but baldies don’t?
-Dean, are you even listening? -It's supposed to bother you.
A person turns into an egg and nobody cares.
You'll look like a roll-on deodorant forever,
and you're supposed to just carry on.
There's no insurance, no medicinal weed, no Baldie Day.
It's not like the national insurance is low on funds. This country's loaded.
It just goes to the wrong places. Here's what we're spending money on.
How much does a dwarf get in social security?
I swear to you, I have a dwarf friend. I got info straight from the bottom.
A dwarf in Israel gets 8,000 NIS in social security.
Just for being a dwarf. But they do porn…
…and jump out of cakes.
A dwarf has no worries. He's like, "I got 8,000 from the dwarfism."
-"I don't even touch that." -Idiot.
Are you stupid? What's wrong with you?
You realize that if this kid dies, you'll be a murderer?
You'll get out of jail when you're 40.
If you even survive inside.
Who's gonna even look at you then?
You realize that if this kid dies, you're getting life?
WARDEN'S OFFICE
-Look at the little kid. -So cute.
Look at that cute little moustache.
-What did you do? Steal money from school? -We'll get you lipstick and a skirt.
Come here.
I'm Dean.
Gur.
You're the kid from the news?
Respect. Relax, it'll be all right.
Yeah, right.
I read the stories about you in the paper. Good stuff.
But I gotta tell you, your entire line of defence was wrong.
-What? -Why didn't the solicitor accuse your mum?
-It's not her fault. -Youth court 101.
-Always frame the mum. -But she didn't do it.
So what?
You got 24?
You'll be out in 16.
I promise you, the world will be much nicer.
You just need to survive till then.
How?
Jail is a simple place.
Act by a few simple rules,
and you'll have good life here.
Maybe not like in your villa in Savion, but…
Which rules?
Like in the movies.
Don't be anybody's pawn,
and make sure your cellmate is someone you can trust.
So can you be my cellmate?
-…on my feet all day. -I know. I told Yosef that…
-Exactly. Tell Yosef and Michal-- -What's up?
The kid who killed the maid in Savion? He won't survive three days.
How's it going, Warden Chelli?
"How's it going?"
Wrong question?
Why are you sitting here like a girl in a café? On your feet.
Get up!
Get up. What's with you? Stand up straight.
What are you doing here, you idiot?
-Warden, chill, it was just a beef-- -"Chill"?
Your jokes don't work here any more.
-I see. -See what?
I see you're in total denial.
-What… what denial? -You don't get it?
You know that if he dies, your life is over?
Or are you an idiot who was born to break my heart? Tell me.
Do you understand he's in intensive care and in a coma?
Do you understand you're this close to being in jail all your life?
Do you understand that if he dies, you die with him?
I do, but you told Zorro I'm coming, right?
Get out of my sight.
Get out of my sight, go.
I get daily updates from your solicitor and the hospital. I'll keep you posted.
But, Chelli, you're putting me in a cell with Zorro, right?
Take him away before I slap him. Take him away now.
-Put me with Zorro. -What's wrong with you?
Want some cake too? Think you're in a coffee shop?
As soon as I entered the cellblock, it was at war.
Allahu Akbar.
As long as in the heart within
The Jewish soul yearns
-Cut it out! -And toward the eastern edges, onward
-An eye gazes toward Zion… -It's bad, what's happening here.
Welcome to hell.
Our hope is not yet lost
Allahu akbar.
There were so many Arabs there, the cellblock was 80% Arab.
And in jail, you call Arabs "Indians" so as not to offend them.
"Lots of Indians here."
There are concepts in jail you don't quite understand.
"Everyone's got trainers on. There's gonna be trouble.״
"I suggest you put on your trainers."
"My advice, when you're off to the yard, wear trainers."
"Why? Is there a PE class?"
"Just stay alert."
Since when did Jews and Indians become such a problem?
The Intifada got here as well.
Tully, can you do me a favour?
I have to talk to Zorro. Can we stop at his cell?
-He's not here. He's in max. -Huh?
Zorro's at Brosh? What did he do? It's because of the mess?
It's nothing. He's an unfortunate kid, Zorro.
What happened?
He made a scene. Chelli decided to send him to cool down.
Why? What he did do?
-Wait here. I'll go check the cells. -Wait, Tully!
-What? -You're working Brosh today?
No, Misha is.
Know when Zorro goes for a walk?
I dunno, maybe at 4:15 pm.
Can Misha tell Zorro to join me on a Cupid conference when he's out?
All right.
4:15 pm.
-Will you remember? -Fine. Wait here. I'll come and get you.
-Wait here. -Thanks, man.
Allahu Akbar.
Lusha, my brother.
Wait. Tullkey!
Do us a favour. Pass the hose.
-Forget it, I'm busy. -C-Come on, it's on your way.
Pass it to Shriki and Tomer's cell.
Hand it over.
Th-Thanks, man.
Everything all right, man?
Everything's shit.
They're playing with ghosts and demons over there.
Shriki, it's Lusha. I beg of you.
Enough with those nightly séances.
Lusha, get off my back.
Shriki, don't you get it?
It's forbidden to mess with the dead. It brings in evil spirits.
Judaism forbids it.
They'll tear the yarmulke off your head.
Lusha, h-h-help me!
A d-d-demon is coming to get me!
They don't realize that after saying kaddish, the soul goes up,
and it's forbidden to call it back down.
A soul can take revenge.
It can burn us all.
Sure, Lusha, sure.
It's nice of you to protect the souls in such a way.
I didn't think you'd be back.
Why did they put Zorro in max?
What, no praying outside?
You can't any more. The Indians took over the prison.
We're only allowed to pray inside now.
Like in the Holocaust.
Here. A present.
Forget about them. They don't really summon ghosts and demons.
It's not because of them.
The Indians are just waiting to mess with Jews now.
Just in case.
I… I made it.
Best-looking in prison.
Say…
what are you doing here?
What did you do? How long are you in for?
Hello. How are you doing?
All right.
Did anybody talk to you, or not yet?
-Just the crazy woman outside. -All right.
-Can you get rid of her? -I'll send someone over, all right?
Excuse me, can you please tell me how it went in there?
Excuse me? I'm talking to you. Hi.
Go home already, please. We said we'll let you know, and we will.
Let me go in there. I don't get what the problem is.
The problem is you're not family. You're the last person they want to see.
No, that's not true. I'll help them pray, and I'll talk to him.
I'll talk to him. Please, let me in. Why do you care?
He's in a coma!
We're fighting to save his life.
I had an uncle who was in a coma, and I woke him up.
Okay, not really, but he'll hear me. I have to tell him something.
Please, let me go in.
Can you at least tell me what the doctors say?
Is there brain damage? Is he breathing on his own? Can you please tell me something?
Hello, you've reached Cupid Dating. If you know--
Hello.
We have a lot in common.
Could be, but I'm sorry, I have to go.
Just tell me your name.
I'm Dana. Dana Dean.
Where are you from?
I'm from Ramot Hashavim.
Okay, I gotta go, I'm sorry.
Hello? Ofek?
Yeah, Ofek. You're from Brosh?
No. Which cellblock are you in?
I need a guy called Gadi Harush. He's there?
Not connecting?
-He will soon. -Yeah.
Soon.
…for true love, press 1.
Say, how did you become
like that?
-Like what? -Last time I saw you, you were…
I was what?
Just ugly.
I… had a cellmate.
You don't know him.
A guy from Ashdod.
Yom Kippur, we're all bored to death. He comes over to me,
opens his hand… he has two t-t-tabs.
He tells me, "Pick one."
I took one,
and he took the other.
I'm telling you, I've never tripped so hard.
I tripped so hard
that I went all the way up top and I spoke to him.
To God?
None other.
Come on, Lushka, are you a newbie?
Every junkie in the street talks to God.
That's not it.
The guy f-f-from Ashdod,
who took the other tab,
he's totally fried, bro.
Never got out of his trip.
His tab was bad, you see?
They sent him to Abarbanel. His brain got short-circuited. There's nobody home.
Meaning, God helped me choose the right tab.
-That's a nice story, Lusha. -For sure.
So you'll get out and build a synagogue.
-God willing. -Good for you.
What time is it?
4:20 pm.
Bro, Zorro won't call you.
Why are you obsessed with him?
He's just my friend. I gotta bring him some stuff.
Did you talk to Misha?
Enough, get off my back.
So he didn't tell Zorro?
Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Maybe he doesn't have a phone card.
-Enough already. Let it go. -Do us a favour. Give him the phone card.
Forget it. It's Brosh. You can't bring anything in.
Put it in his rice.
How do I get myself transferred to Brosh?
I dunno.
Give Tully a little stab.
Th-They'll break your bones.
-But you'll be at Brosh the next morning. -No stabbings, come on.
In the arse. Not to send him to hospital.
Bro, there's a way to go between cellblocks every day.
But it's not transferring to Brosh, j-just working there.
That's right! Working with the janitor. You genius.
-Who's assigned with him at the moment? -The Indians are on janitor duty.
Not a good time for favours.
Bruce Lee.
Dean, buddy, you crazy kid, is it true you stabbed your friend?
So it seems.
But they say you got a deluxe foster home in Kfar Shmaryahu.
Not Kfar Shmaryahu, but yeah.
Wasn't it a shame to give it up?
A shame, but I had no choice. They messed with my family.
So you stabbed him to save the honour.
Say, how long are you in for?
The victim's still sleeping. Maybe life. And you?
Me? Two more charges dropped and I'll be out in a jiffy.
Great, congrats. That helps me.
-How does it help you? -Because you're not invested here.
I need to switch jobs with you.
No kidding.
I'm on kitchen duty. I know it's crap, but I gotta get janitor duty.
I'll deposit 2,000 in your canteen account.
Four? You want 4,000?
Why are you throwing away money like that?
I gotta get to someone.
To who?
Just an outside job.
Listen, bro, I don't think I can.
Why not?
Because it's Arab duty right now.
There are problems.
What problems? When I left, everybody got along.
But nowadays, Jews think every Arab is a terrorist.
-And the other way around. -Okay, on the outside.
But here? We're all terrorists here.
No, bro.
"Go to work"? How am I supposed to do that?
I don't know, but you've got no choice. The kid could be in a coma for six months.
And Dean will stay here, not knowing? He'll lose his mind.
-He'll die from the uncertainty -We're here to help him.
-And how exactly will you help him? -Calm down, Tamara. You've got some nerve.
You got him back rehabilitated, and in a year, he's back.
Rehabilitated, Chelli? Really? I gave you a boy.
-You turned him into a criminal. -No wonder he ran away.
Listen, you said you don't have kids.
So you don't know there are no "good mothers."
The world raises your child, not you.
You have no control.
-A kid born messed up stays messed up! -I didn't say I have no kids.
I had a girl.
She got ill and died. So be thankful your kid's alive.
-I'm sorry, Chelli. -I'll keep you posted.
Now please leave.
What?
-No. Wait. -Come on.
Chelli, you said I'd meet with Dean.
Chelli-- Thanks, I'm talking here. Just a sec!
Chelli, you promised I'd meet with Dean. Don't touch me!
I'm not leaving here until I see Dean. Chelli, you promised I'd meet with Dean!
Chelli, you said I would meet with Dean.
Let go of me!
Chelli, you promised I'd meet with Dean. Can't you see I need your help?
And you're setting your cop on me? Let go of me!
I can walk on my own. Get your hands off!
Chelli, don't you understand he won't survive in prison?
Don't you get it? I need your help, Chelli!
Let go of me!
You think I'm one of your inmates?
I'll tell you an intense story. Take a deep breath.
Allahu akbar.
Allahu Akbar.
It looks like they're doing yoga.
The sheikh's like, "Today we'll do something different."
"Walid, do your 'akbar' from the quadricep."
"Right from here, like this."
"Nabil. Everyone, look at Nabil. Nabil, show them."
"Do the 'Akbar' sun pose."
And at the end, they do a Shabasana.
Allahu Akbar.
"Big trouble coming up…" They enjoy it, too, by the way.
Everyone thinks people suffer in prison. They're having the time of their lives.
First of all, in young offender institutions,
you don't just go in and do your time.
They're building a career.
A guy goes in and learns a profession.
You see? He goes in. He's got a knife. It's like a wand.
It's like, you know…
Like at Hogwarts. He goes in, out, building connections.
He's got a portfolio, people he stabbed. He shows it to you.
They go in and get this idea of how to get ahead in life.
"I will do something every other prison will hear about."
"I'm gonna shank the cellblock's warden."
So we had issues with the Arabs in prison.
There was this guy, names are not important, Maurice Harush.
A real character. He was a good person.
They're all good people, but they don't sense danger.
We went to the yard,
all the Arabs and their flying carpets.
Why are you calling to Maurice? We don't link ourselves to Maurice.
Dean, he's dangerous.
Everyone's sleeping with trainers on,
and all this dickhead wants is to shank an Arab.
-Hey, give me your yarmulke. I wanna pray. -What, here?
Where else? In the room? Are we gays in a ghetto? It's fine.
Dean, just drop it.
I'll show you the prayer for the sick in the prayer book.
Before you cause chaos here.
-Lushka, it's fine, my brother. -No, it's not fine.
You can transfer cellblocks without getting killed.
It's nothing to do with the cellblock. I just wanna pray.
Zorro will be out of there soon.
I said I just wanna pray.
All right, then we pray. Fine.
What's the name of the sinner?
"May it be your will, our God and the God of our fathers,
that you show mercy to Sunny Bracha."
"And may your mercy overcome your anger
and may you remove all evil decrees from Sunny Bracha."
"Please, dear merciful lord, have pity on Sunny Bracha,
and give him full health."
Lusha, do me a favour. Stop praying here. Go inside.
Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Akbar!
The Arabs were so stunned they didn't even touch him.
They couldn't believe he's so stupid.
They couldn't process… their system couldn't process
him standing there all alone, cursing them.
Lusha, if you stop praying, I'm fucking you up.
Move it, guys.
Get on your flying carpets. Go inside.
Go!
Jews, come and pray! What is this lawlessness?
They realized he's insane, so were like,
"We'll finish praying and then fuck him up."
They get back to their praying, and he aggravates them even more.
"Yeah, go ahead. Pray to your God, go ahead."
"Get on your knees. Say 'Akbar'."
"Why do we need to hide in our cellblock?"
Jews fear praying in their own country? Come and pray!
-Jewish state! -Jewish state!
So get lost. We're praying here now. It's Torah time.
-Jewish state! -Death to Arabs!
-Death to Arabs!
What are you doing here?
I'm back. Total shitshow, don't ask.
Why are you back? You were free.
I'll tell you when we're cellmates. I asked Chelli, but she's being difficult.
I need you to ask her. Tell her I'll straighten you out.
No room. I'm here with Asaf.
-Okay. We'll switch cellblocks. -I don't wanna switch.
Why are you like this?
You just got back. You still feel the freedom.
It's not like that here. I'll be in Brosh until I'm 18.
You don't have to be.
I do. That's how I want it. It's better not to move.
What's wrong, Zorro?
Is it because I didn't call for a while?
It's how you wanted it. And I brought you the TV, the stuff from your house.
-What do you want? -You want your TV back?
-No, I don't. -Then what do you want?
For the two weeks you're here,
I now need to start changing blocks and rooms?
-Not two weeks. -Okay, two months.
I'll probably get a life sentence.
We said we'd leave young offenders together.
Are you a baby girl?
Let me go, man.
I got you a letter from your mum.
Come here!
Wait, what letter from my mum? Dean!
Sunny, listen to me carefully, Sunny.
You have to wake up now, you hear? You fucked up my kid's life long enough,
so do the right thing and wake up.
You'll wake up because you're strong.
Okay?
-Wake up, Sunny. -Are you insane? Get out.
-Get out! -I'm going! Get your hands off me.
What about Lusha?
Okay, get off me, you homo.
How did this happen?
I went to them.
They let you in?
Yeah.
Was my dad there too?
No.
And my brothers?
They were there.
Avraham and Avraham and Avraham.
And Zion was also there, and Zion and Zion.
Ester was there, too, and two others. Don't know the names.
How did you end up in Brosh?
I hurt Kremer.
Why?
Why did you stab someone?
Yeah, exactly.
Does it ever go away?
What?
Sunny's blood from my brain.
No, it doesn't.
Fuck me.
I think I fucked up my life, Zorro.
Nah, it's all good.
That arsehole will wake up from his coma. You'll get out of here.
You'll be a stand-up comedian. You'll be loaded.
Take the world by storm.
I don't think so.
But the truth is,
I wish the son of a bitch dies.
I'll get to stay here with you.
And what will we do here?
We'll go to adult prison, like kings.
With the money my grandma left me.
We'll rule the prison.
Move merchandise.
You'll tell jokes for canteen privileges.
I'll teach you how to play chess.
We'll start an army.
We'll never be apart again.
A life sentence of freedom.
Subtitle translation by: Lior Hadar