[Chelli] So, Dean Shaiman,
have you decided you're going to fuck up your life forever?
[dealers laughing]
[Sunny] What for? Don't you remember
we said we'll cut out the dope, the stealing?
Warden, it's Dean Shaiman.
[sighs] Are you mad? Why are you calling? Just stop.
I need to speak to Zorro, yeah? It's life and death.
[Zorro] Listen, Rabbit, go and study, get laid, I don't know.
Do what everyone else does.
Just let it go.
I wasn't born under a dark sign.
I haven't been humiliated like you, Dean, and I won't be.
-Do you have kids? -Bye.
Hold on a second. Hold on.
Can you just tell him I love him and to watch out for himself?
-And he should take care? -Bye.
-Zion owes you money? -No, no. He misses everyone.
Wanna draw something for him? I'll take it to him.
-Chelli asked something. -What'd she say?
-Asked if I wanted a cellmate. -What'd you say?
I said yeah.
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.
We thought of getting your brother a present.
-[Sunny groans] -Fucking stay away from him!
[knife squelching repeatedly]
[dreamy, gentle music playing]
[adult Dean] Would you agree that we live in the craziest situation you can imagine,
and we totally take it for granted?
Because we don't ask questions. We simply live our lives, right?
Where do we live, anyway?
How often do you think about the fact that we live on a planet?
Some reality. People adhere to that reality. "I'm a sensible person."
What's so sensible about this life?
We live on a planet that rotates slowly in eternity.
Every single day, there's a raging ball of fire in the sky.
You call that sensible? A fireball?
People go on as if it were normal. "Morning, Sassi." "Morning, Yossi."
A raging fireball!
-[laughter] -It's just everything's too precise.
It's completely bizarre. An intense fireball.
At night, a moon the same size rises as if we're in a school play.
"Morning!"
Everything's just too…
It's just… it just makes too much sense.
We have all kinds of cultures
and people who come from countries that are cold are also cold as well.
What can you do? All I'm saying is you can hear it in their language as well.
Like, in Russian, you can hear it.
It's a language invented by someone who was absolutely freezing.
"Ya va rojna…" You can hear it in their voice.
"Strojna ya tibyat."
[laughter, scattered applause]
[chuckles] "Narozhi by."
"Ya vstroyu!"
And they develop a falsetto from the cold. [high-pitched] "Ya ne trozhno!"
"Oi ne trozhna, ne kak sabaka!"
People wonder where God was during the Holocaust.
At the back, with all the programmers, it's…
Is there a nation more fitting to carry out a holocaust than Germany?
Obviously, they have the most evil language.
Ich weite nichte zweiden, gesachten spruten gelachten vierten!
Translation, "I miss my sister. We haven't spoken in a long time."
"Sie schweider acher vieden alt ein sprachen vieter! Die Kinder!"
"I'm gonna get her a chocolate gift basket from Kinder."
"But I can't find one."
[laughter]
[scattered applause]
There are so many cultures here. It's as if they were engineered by someone.
There are Arabs and Jews.
And the Arabs aren't just Arab. They're actually Arabian.
-[laughter] -It's like a kit, right?
Arabs have sheep, a camel, a donkey, an olive tree, all of that and a shisha.
They won't have a Siberian Husky and cypress tree. It's too precise.
And how did the Arabs figure out that a beard without a moustache is more Arab?
How did they get to… to… Who decided that?
["Elecha" by Riff Cohen playing]
Go and sit at the back.
[driver] Are they going to the same block as the Jews?
-That's what it's like in young offenders. -Isn't that dangerous?
[prisoners speaking Arabic]
[lock buzzes]
[radio chatter]
SECURITY GUARD
[lock buzzes]
[inmates yell]
[banging on door]
[lawyer] You need to appeal to his heart, Dean.
We will need to formulate something
that will make him believe you're expressing remorse.
Uh…
In… in certain cases, it's true to say
it's true remorse that can sway the judge.
[PA chimes]
[muffled announcement]
[lawyer] Huh?
We have to figure out what would be the best thing for you to say.
Did you know that midgets get welfare?
-What? -Only for being dwarves.
Okay, well, uh…
So maybe…
you could say that you stopped yourself after the second stab,
because you realised
the severity of your actions, you know?
You didn't want it to end in death, and you regret it,
and it pains you to think of the suffering you caused his family.
I mean, why midgets and not bald people?
-Dean, are you even listening? -That should bother you, you know?
You turn into an egg, and the world's silent.
[audience laughing]
You're gonna spend your life like a roll-on deodorant,
and you're still expected to live normally.
No medical marijuana, no insurance, no "Bald Man Day".
And it's not even as if the national insurance is lacking in any funds, right?
It's just being spent in the wrong places.
This is what our country wastes its money on.
Do you know how much dwarves get in welfare?
I've got a friend who's a dwarf. I get my information from the bottom.
A dwarf in Israel…
a dwarf in Israel doing nothing earns in welfare more than 2,000 shekel.
It's not as if they're not appearing in pornos…
…and leaping out of cakes.
I mean, a midget starts the month, he's relaxed.
He just got paid for being a midget. Doesn't touch it.
Idiot.
I don't understand. Are you mad?
You do understand that if he dies,
then that will make you a murderer?
You'll get out, if you survive, at 40.
Who's gonna even look at you then?
You realise that if this boy dies, you'll get life?
[raucous electronic music playing]
[music stops]
WARDEN'S OFFICE
[lock buzzes, door bangs]
[radio chatter]
-[in Arabic] Look at this 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.
[mouths] Come here.
Dean.
Gur.
[in English] You're the one from the news?
Respect. Relax. You'll be fine.
Yeah, right. [sniffles]
I read the article about you in the paper. Good story.
But I have to tell you, your defence strategy was wrong.
What?
How didn't your lawyer realise your mum should get the blame?
-It wasn't her. -That's the young offenders rule.
Always blame the mother.
-But she's not to blame. -So what?
You got 24 years?
-[sniffles] -You'll be out in 16.
The world will be a more sympathetic place.
Just survive till then.
How?
Prison is a simple place. Just learn to follow some basic rules.
Then you'll have a good life, huh?
-Well… not like your villa in Savion, but… -[radio chatter]
[door opens]
-What rules do you mean? -Just like in films.
Don't be anyone's pawn.
And make sure your cellmate is someone you can trust.
So will you be my cellmate?
-[phone ringing] -[Chelli] I knew they'd be back.
-[Tully] Certainly. I told Yosef. -[Chelli] Exactly.
-Update Yosef and let Michael know… -[Dean] How's it going?
The kid who killed his maid in Savion won't last three days in here.
[clears throat]
-How's it going, Warden Chelli? -[radio chatter]
-"How's it going?" -What's wrong with that?
Don't you just sit there like some Tel Aviv café girl.
-Get up! -[Tully] Get up. What's wrong with you?
Stand still.
What are you doing back in here, you idiot?
-Calm down. It was just a dispute. -[Chelli] "Calm down"?
Your jokes aren't good here any longer.
-I see. -See what?
I can see that you're in complete denial.
-What? Denial of what? -[Chelli] Do you not understand?
That if he dies, it's also the end of your life?
Or are you just a moron who was born to break my heart completely, huh?
Do you realise he's in intensive care in a coma?
And do you realise that you are this close to spending your entire life in prison?
Do you realise that if he dies, you die with him?
I get it. Did you tell Zorro I was coming?
Out. Out of my sight!
Out of my sight! Now listen.
I get daily updates from your lawyer and the hospital.
I'll keep you posted if there's any news.
Yeah, but, Chelli, you're putting me in Zorro's cell, right?
[Chelli] Take him away before I slap him. Just take him away now.
-Chelli, a cell with Zorro. -[Tully] What's wrong with you?
Coffee and cake as well?
What d'you think this is, a café?
So, as soon as I entered the cellblock, it was at war.
Allahu Akbar.
[inmates sing in Hebrew] ♪ As long as in the heart within ♪
-♪ The Jewish soul yearns ♪ -Shut your mouths. Shut up.
-Enough. I said enough! -♪ And toward the eastern edges, onward ♪
-♪ An eye gazes toward Zion… ♪ -It's a complete disaster here now.
A disaster. Welcome to hell.
♪ Our hope is not yet lost ♪
[guard] That's enough! Hey!
There were so many Arabs in there. The cellblock was 80% Arab,
And in prison, they call the Arabs "Indians" so not to offend them.
[laughter]
"Lots of Indians."
So there are concepts you don't quite, uh… understand.
[huskily] "Everyone, get your trainers on. There's gonna be trouble."
[laughter]
"Listen carefully to my advice."
"When you're going out into the yard, put on these trainers."
[normally] "Why? Is there a PE class?"
[huskily] "Brace yourself."
[young Dean] When did Jews and Indians become a big deal?
-The intifada seeped in. -[radio static]
Tully, can you do me a favour?
I need to talk to Zorro. Can we stop by his cell?
-He's in the restricted block. -What?
Zorro's in Brosh? What's he done? Is it because of the chaos in here?
[Tully] No, no.
-He's an unfortunate kid, Zorro, really. -What happened?
He made a mess, and Chelli decided to send him to the restricted block.
What'd he do?
-I'll see what's going on with the cell. -Hang on. Tully!
-What? -You working down at Brosh?
No, Misha.
Know when Zorro goes for his walk?
Don't know, 4:15?
Ask Misha to tell Zorro to join me on a Cupid call when he's out?
Okay.
-Quarter past four. You sure? -Yeah, yeah.
-Will you remember? -Fine. Wait here, I'll come get you.
-Okay? -[Dean] Thanks, man.
[siren blaring outside]
Allahu Akbar.
[horn blasting]
Dean!
[Dean] Lusha, my friend!
[Lusha] Hang on, hang on. Tullkey. Tullkey!
Um… just pass me the hose, would you?
Forget it. I haven't got time.
[Lusha] But it's on your way.
Pass it through to Shriki and Tomer's cell.
[Tully] Give it to me.
-Lu… Lusha. -[Lusha] Thanks. Thanks, man.
[Dean] Is everything good, man?
[Lusha] It's all fucked up.
They're messing with the spirits and demons.
Shriki, it's Lusha. Stop the séance. Just stop it, I'm begging you.
[Shriki] Lusha, leave me alone.
[Lusha] Shriki, don't you get it?
You mustn't mess with the dead.
It summons bad spirits! It's forbidden by religion.
And they'll tear off your skullcap as well.
[Shriki] Ah! Ah! Help me! La… La… Lusha!
Lusha, a demon is coming for me!
[laughter outside]
They don't understand that after you say Kaddish, the soul moves upwards.
Uh, and you're not allowed to call it back,
because it could take vengeance and burn us all up.
Of course, Lusha. Of course.
It's nice of you to watch out for the souls like that.
I didn't think you'd be coming back.
[PA chimes]
Why'd they put Zorro in B block?
[clicks tongue] Don't know.
Don't you pray outside any more?
We can't. The Indians have taken over the jail.
Now we're only allowed to pray indoors, like the Holocaust.
Lusha.
Here, a gift.
Forget about it! They don't really summon ghosts and demons.
It's not for them.
The Indians are looking to lash out at any Jew.
Take it.
I… made it myself, it's the best one in here.
Dean…
What're you back in for?
How long d'you think you're gonna have to stay?
-[monitor bleeping] -[ventilator hissing]
[nurse] Hello. How are you?
All right.
-Has anyone seen you yet? -No, just the strange woman.
[nurse] All right.
-[visitor] Can you get rid of her? -[nurse] I'll send someone over.
-[PA chimes] -[woman] Nurse Herzl to Gozlan.
Excuse me, nurse, could you tell me what's going on in there?
Hey, I'm talking to you. Hi.
Please just go on home. We said we'll let you know, and we will.
Just let me in. I don't see what the problem is.
The problem is you aren't family.
-You're the last person they want to see. -No, that's not true.
I'll help them pray. I can, I promise you.
-[nurse] Okay… -I need to talk to him.
Please let me in. What difference does it make to you?
He's in a coma!
I had an uncle in a coma, and I woke him.
Okay, not really, but they can hear. He'll hear me!
And I've gotta tell him something. Just let me in.
So could you please just tell me what the doctors are saying?
Is there brain damage? Is he breathing on his own?
-Could you please just tell me something? -[PA] Mr Bardugo to the pharmacy…
[female voice 1] Hello, you've reached Cupid Dating.
[female voice 2] Hi.
[female voice 3] Hi.
-[female voice 4] Hi. -Hi.
-Hi.
-Maybe we'll have something in common. -Uh…
All right, I've, uh… I've gotta go. I've gotta go.
Just tell me your name.
-Dean. -[giggles] Hmm.
-I'm Dana. Dana Dean. -Dana Dean?
-Where are you from? -Uh…
I'm from Ramot Hashavim.
All right, then. I… I've gotta go.
[dialling tone]
[sighs]
[man] Hello? Ofek?
Yeah, Ofek.
-Are you in Brosh? -No, not Brosh.
Which block are you in? I need Gadi Harush. Is he there?
-[automated voice] For true love, press… -No answer?
-He will. -[Lusha] Okay.
He will.
-[female voice 1] Transfer at any time. -[muzak playing]
-Lusha? Tell me. -For men, just press three…
-And for women, press four… -How did you get… like this?
-Don't forget… -What?
-You can always transfer at any time. -Last time I saw you, you were…
What?
You were ugly.
[woman] Hello?
-[Lusha] Uh, I… had a partner. -Remember.
-You can always transfer at any time. -You don't know him. He came from Ashdod.
-For men, just press three… -At Yom Kippur. We were so bored.
He comes over, opens his palm.
Two little bits of paper.
He said, "Pick one."
I took one,
and he took the other.
I'm telling you,
I've never tripped so hard.
I went all the way up.
I was so high, I spoke to God.
-To him? -In the flesh.
Lushka, don't be silly.
Every junkie at Central Bus Station talks to God.
That's not it.
The other guy from, hmm… Ashdod, he took the other one, you see.
And he went completely mad.
He never stopped tripping.
His paper was fucked.
-Welcome to Cupid dating hotline. -God sent him to the nuthouse.
-His brain was completely fried, you know. -…chat line in Israel.
So, you see, God put my hand on the right paper.
…you can transfer at any time.
-Nice story, Lusha. -Yeah, I know.
[Dean] When you get out, are you building a synagogue?
-[Lusha] God willing. -[Dean] Good for you.
What's the time?
[inmate] Twenty past four.
My friend, he may not even call you at all.
What's going on with you and Zorro?
Nothing. We're friends. I've got stuff for him.
-Tully, have you told Misha? -[hangs up]
For fuck's sake, don't drive me crazy.
So he hasn't told Zorro.
Don't know. Maybe he has, maybe he hasn't.
Maybe he doesn't have a phone card. Let it go, for fuck's sake.
Do me a favour and get him one, yeah?
No way. Are you crazy? You can't get anything into Brosh.
-Hide it in his rice. -[Tully tuts]
[sighs]
-Lusha. -Mmm?
How am I gonna get into Brosh?
Don't know.
Give Tully a little stab.
You may get beaten up, but you'll be eating your porridge at Brosh.
No way.
In the arse. Don't put him in hospital.
There is a way to move between blocks, and it's not moving to Brosh.
It's just working there.
That's it! I can work with the cleaner. Who's there at the moment?
Yeah, the Indians have got it sorted right now.
-You can't ask any favours. -[tense music playing]
[speaking Arabic]
Bruce Lee.
Dean, you idiot. Is it true that you stabbed your mate?
Yeah, looks like it.
Yeah, but you stayed at a deluxe foster home in Kfar Shmaryahu, no?
No, not far from there, but yeah.
Wasn't it a shame to give it up?
A shame, maybe. It was the only way. He messed with my family.
So, because of your family, you gave him the knife of honour.
How long you in for?
He's still unconscious. I may be in for life.
-And you? -Me?
They're dropping the charges.
-I'll be leaving to go home very soon. -Great, nice one. Good for me.
-Why's that, huh? -You won't be worried about this place.
I'm, uh… I wanna swap jobs with you.
-Really? -I'm on kitchen duty.
You know it's shit, but I need to change.
Nah…
I'll put two grand in your canteen account.
-[tuts] -Four?
How about four, yeah?
Why are you throwing money away? Are you crazy?
I have to get to him.
Who?
Someone from outside.
-Listen, man, I just don't wanna do it. -Why not?
Let's just say… it's the Arabs' turn to clean.
-There's trouble. -What kind of trouble do you mean?
When I left, nothing was happening.
So these days, every Arab's a terrorist in the eyes of all the Jews,
and the other way round.
It may be true, but in here, we're all terrorists.
No.
What do you mean, go to work?
-How am I meant to do that? -[Chelli] I don't know.
The boy could be in a coma for six months, you know.
And Dean will be stuck here, not knowing? No, he'll lose his mind.
-The uncertainty will kill him, you know? -And we're here to help him.
[laughs and sniffles] Yeah, right. How exactly can you help?
-Please calm down, Tamara. -What front.
You had him back, rehabilitated.
-You couldn't keep his head above water. -Rehabilitated, Chelli?
I gave you my boy, and you turned him into a criminal.
No wonder he ran away.
Listen, you said you don't have any children.
You don't know that there isn't such a thing as a good mother.
-The world raises your child. -Enough.
You have no control over what he becomes. If your kid is born fucked up,
-he'll remain-- -I didn't say I didn't have children.
-[Tamara sobs] -I had a girl. She fell ill and died.
Be grateful your child's alive.
[gasps]
-I'll keep you informed on what happens. -I… I…
Now please leave. Yosef?
-[radio chatter] -[Tamara] What?
-Wait, Chelli. -[Yosef] Come with me.
You told me I'd be seeing Dean. Chelli?
-[Yosef] Madam. -Sh! Thank you, I'm actually talking.
One second. Chelli, you promised me I was gonna see Dean.
Don't touch me! Chelli, I'm not leaving here until I see Dean.
No, Chelli, you promised me I'd be seeing Dean.
Chelli, you told me I was going to get to see Dean.
Leave me alone!
Chelli, you promised me I was meeting Dean.
Don't you understand that I need your help?
What are you doing? Just leave me alone!
I can walk out of here my own, so get your hands off of me!
-Chelli, why don't you understand? -[Yosef] Go on.
[Tamara] He will never survive in here!
You don't understand that I need your help, Chelli.
Let go of me now! Let go!
Do you think I'm one of your prisoners? Get off of me.
-[door slams] -Get your hands off of me!
Let me go! Just leave me alone…
[sombre music playing]
I have another intense story, so deep breath, okay?
[inmate] Allahu Akbar.
It looks like they're doing yoga. Da, da, da, da, da…
You know, the Sheikh's saying, "Today, we will do something different."
"Walid, you have to do the Akbar from the quadriceps. Yes, from this side."
"Further over, further over."
"Nabil, have a look at Nabil."
"Nabil, come and demonstrate how it's done."
"It's like the sun's Akbar, and you end it by doing a cage-vasana."
-[door lock buzzes] -[door slams]
[inmate] Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Akbar.
Maurice. Maurice!
"Big trouble unfolding…". And by the way, they really enjoy it.
Everyone outside seems to think people are really suffering while they're inside.
They're having the time of their lives.
When you go into young offenders, you don't just go in and…
you don't just go in and do your time, you know. You go in and build a career.
"He's inside now, learning a trade."
You see, he walks in, he has a knife, which is like a wand.
It's actually just like, uh, Hogwarts.
He makes connections. He comes in, he gets out.
He has a portfolio, who he's stabbed, shows it.
They enter, they have an idea of how to move ahead in life.
"I'm gonna set a precedent that every prison in the country will hear about."
"Gonna stab the warden in the back."
[chuckles]
-[laughter] -[chuckles]
So anyway, one day we had some trouble with the Arabs.
And there was one guy, never mind his name, Maurice Harush, character.
He was a good guy, but completely oblivious to the dangers and risks.
We went out to the yard with the Arabs,
we went out into the yard with their flying carpets and everything…
Why'd you shout "Maurice, Maurice"? You don't mess with Maurice.
Dean, he's dangerous. The entire block put their sneakers on,
and this lunatic is just dying to stab an Arab.
Rabbi, give me your skullcap. I wanna pray.
What, here?
Where else? In our cell? Are we gays in the ghetto? Give us it.
Dean, just leave it.
I'll show you the sick person's prayer in the prayer book.
Before you start a riot.
-Lushka, everything's all right. -It's not all right.
You can move blocks without dying.
What's that got to do with it? I just wanna pray.
Zorro's coming back soon.
That's not it. I just wanna pray.
Right, so let's pray. Good.
-What's his name, the sick person? -Sunny. Sunny Bracha.
May it be your will, our God and the God of our fathers,
that you show mercy to Sunny Bracha.
[inmates] Amen.
[Lusha] And may your mercy overcome your anger,
and may you remove all evil decrees from Sunny Bracha.
[inmates] Amen.
[Lusha] Please, dear merciful Lord,
have pity on Sunny Bracha and give him full health.
[inmates] Amen.
Lusha, do me a favour.
Just stop praying, yeah, and go inside.
[mockingly] "Allah Wakbar!"
"Allah Wakbar!"
[adult Dean] The Arabs were too shocked to do anything.
He was being so stupid that they couldn't believe it.
[laughter]
It didn't register at all,
and they just couldn't believe that there he was,
just stood there cursing everyone.
-Dean. -Lusha.
If you stop praying, I'll fuck you up.
Okay, come on. Get on your flying carpets and fly inside.
Come on, go.
[Maurice] Jews, just come and pray. What is this lawlessness?
They soon realised he was a nutter, so they said,
"We'll have to fuck him up afterwards," and carried on praying.
And he's walkin' around the yard, workin' himself up.
[snorts] "Go on, pray to your God. Yeah, go on, pray to your God, pray."
"Yeah, get down on your knees, say, 'He's Akbar.'"
"You expect us to hide? Why do we need to hide in our own cellblocks?"
Is a Jew afraid to pray in his own country? Come and pray.
[all chanting in Hebrew] A Jewish state!
A Jewish state! A Jewish state!
[in English] Move away. We're praying. Time for the Torah.
[in Hebrew] A Jewish state! A Jewish state!
A Jewish state! A Jewish state!
["Bye Dubai" by Riff Cohen playing]
[alarm blaring]
[smoke alarms beeping]
[alarms continue]
Zorro!
What are you doing here?
[Dean] I'm back. It's complicated, so don't ask.
Why are you back? You were free.
I'll tell you when I'm back in your cell. I spoke to Chelli. She's being difficult.
I need you to ask her. Tell her I'll straighten you out.
There's no room. I've got Asraf.
-We'll move to another block, then. -I don't want to move cells.
What's wrong? Why are you like this?
You just got back in. You still feel the freedom.
It's not like that here. I'm in Brosh till I get out.
-Don't have to be. -I do.
I want to. It's better this way, staying put.
What is it, Zorro?
Is it because I stopped calling?
You wanted me to.
I got you the TV, the stuff from your house.
-I don't get it. -You want the TV back?
-No, I don't want the TV. -Then what do you want?
-[door slams] -[sighs]
For me to change everything for the two weeks you're gonna be in here?
-It's not two weeks. -Fine, two months.
It looks like life.
We said we'd leave here together.
Are you a baby or something?
Leave me alone, for God's sake.
[alarms continue]
I got you a letter from your mum.
-[door slams] -[guard] Come here.
[Zorro] Wait. What letter? Dean!
-[inmates clamouring] -[banging and clattering]
-[monitor beeping] -[ventilator hissing]
[tense music playing]
Sunny. Listen well, Sunny. You gotta wake up now. Do you hear me?
You fucked up my son's life enough. Now be a man and get up.
You can do it, Sunny. You're strong.
-Okay? You can do it. -[woman] Are you mad? Get out!
-Come on. -I'm going!
-Get your hands off. -[woman] Out!
[wistful music playing]
[grunting echoing]
Where's Lusha?
[door slams]
[radio chatter]
[sighs]
[keys jingling]
[door opens]
["Blind Willie" by Uzi Ramirez playing]
-[Zorro] Ah! -[door closes]
-[grunts] -[Dean laughs]
[Zorro] Get off me, you homo. Get off me. [chuckles]
[birdsong]
[baby babbles]
[music ends]
[muffled voice on PA]
How'd this happen?
I went to see them.
They let you in?
Yeah.
Was my dad there as well?
No.
Brothers and sisters?
Yeah.
There was Abraham and Abraham and Abraham,
and Zion was there, and Zion and Zion…
[Zorro laughs]
And Esther was there too, and another two. I can't remember their names. [chuckles]
How'd you end up in Brosh?
I hurt Kramer.
Why?
Why'd you stab someone?
Exactly.
-Does it ever go away? -What?
Sunny's blood in my brain.
[clicks tongue]
Never.
That's shit.
[chuckles]
[Zorro chuckles]
[ventilator hissing]
[gentle music playing]
[Dean] I think I fucked up my life, Zorro.
[Zorro] No way. It's all good.
That bastard will wake up from his coma.
You'll leave here,
become a stand-up comedian, become a millionaire,
take the world by storm.
[birdsong]
Don't think so.
To be honest,
I wish the fucker was dead.
I'd stay here with you.
What would we do here?
Move to the adult wing, like kings,
with all the money my grandma left me.
Take control of the prison.
Move merchandise.
[Zorro] You could tell jokes for canteen money.
[Dean] I'll teach you chess.
Start an army.
We'd never be separated.
A life sentence of freedom.
[Zorro] A life sentence of freedom.
[ventilator hissing]
[monitor beeping]
[music stops]
["Blind Willie" playing]