I'm not used to you calling me.
Sunny set me up, for the thefts, the drugs, everything.
You told the truth.
I did.
I'm sorry I'm such a shit, Mum.
If you weren't, I wouldn't love you so much.
I love you, Mum.
You'll get out of here. You'll be a stand-up comedian. You'll be loaded.
Take the world by storm.
Maybe at some point tell your friends that you'll be a professional funnyman.
The meter's running?
Not in touch with him?
-No. -You haven't spoken to him in 20 years?
-No. -You're stubborn, eh?
I brought you tickets to my show. It's meant to be funny.
My client has been cooperating with the police
in building a case against the convicted criminal Dean Shaiman.
"A cheap thug, violent, rude to his own family."
"Should die in prison."
You snitch son of a bitch!
Your friend is dead.
Hey, this is Daniel Chen, uh…
Those tickets I left you, the show is today.
I'd be really happy if you could make it.
And if you've heard from Zorro,
tell him to come too.
I said no such thing.
Okay, enough of this. This is ridiculous.
Get up and put your clothes in the wash.
-Okay. -Now.
What's this? He's a soldier?
-He's in Year 11. -No, he's not.
He's a soldier. This is an official government stamp.
-He's not a soldier. -Then what's this?
No idea. What does it matter?
I won't have you dating a soldier.
-Oh yeah? What will you do about it? -What will I do?
I'll beat the crap out of you and pimp you out. Disrespectful brat.
All of this phone smooching ends this week. Do you understand me?
You make sure he's not some soldier who wants to fuck you on weekend leave,
or this whole business is over. Do you understand me?
INSPECTED
I'm not a soldier, I swear.
I've never been anyone's soldier. It's one of my rules.
I don't get it.
Never mind.
We need to meet. I can't keep putting her off like that.
Why not?
No reason.
You're right. You already know what I look like. How bad could it be?
Idiot.
So… I'll check my training schedule, and we'll meet?
Give it here.
I'm in favour, man.
Forget it.
I'll just sit next to her and she'll smell my fear.
She won't smell a thing.
You have a simple job.
Get out, screw,
buy me some popcorn, and then come back. That's all. Why are you…
-Me? Screw? Give me a break. -Okay, but she's waiting for you.
Okay, two things.
One, how do I isolate Dean,
and two, how do I get hold of a knife?
He doesn't need to be alone. We'll jump him, and we'll all help you.
I'd rather go one-on-one.
Too bad. It's boring in here.
-Do I look like Samantha Fox to you? -No.
I just wanted some action.
You think this is a film?
So don't be a cheap gangster. You're just a kid.
So about the knife?
A real knife? Or a "knife" like the ones Lusha Sweater makes?
A knife.
There's only one real knife on the block.
Go on, ask.
Good morning.
Warden…
Warden, I'm glad you're here, because I need to ask you for something.
Go ahead.
Warden, I need a few days' leave. Please.
Have you told her?
He's retarded. What can I do?
What's this all about?
Dean Shaiman has a phone girlfriend.
She probably wants to meet,
and he hasn't told her yet that he's in prison.
-Oh, the pretty one? -The pretty one.
So why not say?
Just the way it is. I'm messed up.
You're better off with ugly ones. Won't break your heart.
Although they're always a little too pretty.
You're right, Tully.
Come on, Chelli, what do you say? One day to sort things out.
I'm still traumatized from the last time you left.
Okay, but I'm rehabilitated.
-It's not the same. -I can't, Dean.
What if I play nice over the next few months?
So maybe in a few months, if you're nice.
So what if I tell you,
I go out for one day, and I tell her the whole truth?
I can tell you want to say yes.
I'll think about it.
-Think positive. -Positive.
Positive for next week?
If I allow it, will you start attending classes?
-Try to be less of an idiot? -Yes.
-You promise? -Definitely.
-Fine. -You're the best. So next week?
-Next week. -Wait, why next week?
Why not tomorrow? Let him out tomorrow.
What's wrong with you?
Prison messed up his internal clock. We agreed on next week.
-Fine. -Thank you, Warden.
-You're the best. -You're welcome, Dean Shaiman.
What's wrong with you?
It's that shithead Sunny.
I thought if you went away, he'd forget about you.
Forget Sunny. He's just fucking with you.
For guys like us, he's just a geeky Goody Two-shoes.
It's all good, bro.
-Yes, obviously. -Why obviously?
-The only worthwhile place in the country. -How come?
Meet at Kings of Israel Square?
-No. -At the beach?
-No. -Okay, so I don't know anywhere else.
Huh? But you live there.
Dunno, I like to stay at home and read.
So… next week we'll decide
on a place and meet there?
Kinda weird, right?
No doubt.
Your turn.
Sunny Bracha, what's up?
What are you doing? Let him go!
-Let him go! -Shut up.
-Let him go! -What are you doing?
-Shut up! -I'll cut him up.
Quiet, shut up!
-Shut up. -Fuck off, all of you.
I've got the knife on my neck. Get lost.
You lay off Dean, you hear me?
Okay, but why the knife? Talk, say what you want.
He's not the same person you knew.
Lay off him.
He wants to get out of here. He's not a loser like us.
And what will you do with no money or protection when he goes?
I'm not his friend for the money. Or because of all that shit.
All right, man…
You've made your point with the knife. Let's just talk.
Here.
Before that arsehole knifed me, we were brothers.
I swear to you, I loved him like a brother.
I could listen to that blowjob joke a hundred times in a row.
Has he told it to you?
Yeah.
And the one about his mum's friends?
Yeah.
"Tamarchuk, get a grip on that boy, Tamarchuk."
The one about the fat ladies?
-Heard that one too. -Oh yeah?
And "the gun and the donkey"?
That's old stuff. He's more sophisticated now. He's a pro.
No kidding. Yeah, I heard he performs here.
Sometimes, here and there.
But isn't he shy? Dean's a shy guy.
He became razor-sharp.
Keren made him a pro.
-Keren? -The drama teacher.
-She tutors him? -Daily private lessons.
Where?
In the drama room.
Just him and her?
So you'll back off, right?
Man, I…
I come in peace.
I'm warning you.
When's yard time?
4:00 pm.
And how many guards watch that drama room?
Three. But one of them is Tully.
-What, and he's a pushover? -Yeah.
Open your mouth.
Three.
Here.
I got Sunny off your back.
What do you mean?
I told him I got your back and he should lay off.
You went to him? When? Why didn't you tell me?
Because it's no big deal. He's not looking for trouble. He's all talk.
I don't need you to act all tough for me.
Who's acting tough?
I just want you out of my life.
Jeez, thanks.
I mean it.
All I want is for Chelli to come up to me during headcount
and tell me, "They let that idiot go."
And then I won't have to ever see your ugly face again.
Fuck you.
I don't think I should ever leave this place.
Cut the crap.
No, I was such a loser outside, everyone thought I was a binman.
Now I'm good at something.
Yeah? What do you think you're good at?
Being in prison.
You know what? I don't wanna go on that leave.
-What's wrong with you? Relax. -I'm staying here.
I bought shoes.
I didn't know how tall you were.
You only sent me a photo of your face.
So I bought some nice shoes, with no heels.
So, listen…
It looks like I have a game next weekend.
Hello, Dana?
I heard you.
I'm sorry. I thought this week was free.
So, like, you've changed your mind?
No, not at all. I haven't.
Great. So let's meet.
I'm telling you, I can't.
Are you a soldier? Is that it?
-No. -Then what?
I'm a binman.
-Not funny. -I'm not kidding.
I get up at 3:30 every morning to hop on a lorry.
Then, by 5:00 pm, I…
I doze off in front of the TV.
-All right, Dean-- -I'm kidding.
But not… not all the way.
What do you mean?
I'm in prison.
Okay, I get it.
Forget it. Forget everything.
-I swear, I'm in prison. -So we won't meet this week.
-I've had it. I don't understand anything. -Hold on, don't get all angry now.
-Let's push it a bit-- -I don't wanna.
-Either we-- -All inmates to the yard.
All inmates to the yard.
Headcount in 40 minutes.
What was that?
The prison's Tannoy.
Do you believe in God?
No small talk with you, huh?
I'm tired, what can I tell you?
Tired of what?
I dunno.
Of people's chitchat.
But surely, you understand, right?
Why would you think that?
You wouldn't be here if you weren’t looking for more than daily life.
Or maybe I'm here because they wouldn't hire me anywhere else.
-Yeah, but I know that's not true. -Oh yeah? How do you know?
Because I checked.
That Sunny Bracha is a scary dude.
He's just a kid.
I'll be at my post if you need anything.
-How's it going? -I think I'll skip today's lesson.
Why, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
Nothing. Now get off my case.
Why talk to me this way? What is it good for?
It isn't. So what? We don't always need things to be good.
Will you please tell me what happened?
You and your bullshit advice.
She hung up on me. Just another slut.
I'm never telling anyone the truth ever again. About anything.
I see.
-Bummer. -Damn right it is.
Look, Dean, sweetie.
You just panicked.
About the leave, the release, everything.
-It'll turn out fine, I promise. -Turn out fine? Don't be stupid.
-So you're gonna ruin it for yourself? -Yeah, exactly right.
Great.
See ya.
Just great.
What happened? What's wrong?
Have you seen Dean?
Say, Sweater, have you seen Dean?
-No, man. What… -And Sunny?
No.
What's wrong, Zorro?
You motherfucker!
Get off!
Tully, call an ambulance!
Zorro, bro, are you all right?
Zorro, my brother.
Zorro, are you okay? Say something.
It's fine.
-Fine. -What happened?
-It's fine. I got him. Call an-- -What happened to him? Zorro? Zorro!
-I'm here. It's fine. -Stay with him.
Yosef! I need an ambulance in the drama room!
I'm never leaving you, ever. I love you. Enough with all that bleeding. I'll faint.
Move over, Dean.
Zorro, don't worry, the ambulance is on its way.
Zorro, are you with me?
-Tully, hurry. -Don't worry.
The ambulance will be here in two minutes. It's fine. It's fine. Move.
Are you sure you don't want a few days' leave?
I don't know, Warden.
I gather the girl is no longer in the picture.
Because?
Because you all gave me stupid advice.
"Tell the truth" my arse.
Sorry.
Maybe you should go on leave anyway?
Take a breather. Go see your mum.
Have some ice cream.
I'll tell you what, Dean.
When you really stop wanting to be here, your life will work out.
Now, you do me a favour,
and go to your baldy lawyer,
and beg him to help you beg some judge
to beg the prosecution for leniency, and maybe you'll get an early release.
And while you're in begging mode, apologize to Keren.
Hey!
Can I call the solicitor?
Can I?
At least you got one good thing from your father.
He lived in Bat Yam, on Oskar Schindler Street.
I went to his house in Bat Yam,
at night, at 3:00 am, a very impulsive act, with two friends,
on a rainy night. I knocked on his door.
Knocked on his door. Listen, I'd never met my father in my life.
He opened the door, and on the way there, I made up the excuse.
I told them, "Let's tell him, 'Who threw eggs at our car?'"
They’re like, "Good."
I just wanted to see him. Just wanted to see him for a minute.
And then it was like I was so angry at him all my life. I had so much
resentment towards him, I just wanted to see him,
and then he opened the door.
He looked at me… I will never forget it. He looked at me, I looked at him,
and realized I was going to be bald. "Huh? He looks just like me."
"He looks just like me, only bald. What is this shit?"
My friends are like, "You're gonna be bald!"
I was worried he'd recognize me, and he was like,
"What do you want?" He almost beat us up, and I was so proud.
"That's my dad."
"I got an assertive dad."
Then we left. The next day, I came back again,
but he wasn't home. He'd gone abroad already.
I knocked, the whole building came out. Suddenly, two female soldiers showed up.
"What do you want from Yakov? What do you need him for?"
I told her, "He's my dad,"
and she goes, "No, he's not."
And I'm like, "Is that my sister? What the hell?"
"Why is she… She's already being annoying?"
"No, he's not."
Firstly, what do you know? Then her friend goes, "Yes, he is."
The two most annoying girls I've ever met.
"Can't you see the resemblance? Picture him bald." "You shithead!"
So they let me into his place, turns out he was abroad.
And I stepped in, all excited. She's excited, "I got a brother!"
And I already hate her so much. "I got a brother!"
And I was sitting there, shaking.
She was also the same age as me. It's like my dad never took a break.
It's like, "Let's jump into bed and start another family."
So I wandered around the house, and then sat down on an armchair,
and she's like, "Oh no, that's Yakov's chair."
And I'm like, "Is he crazy? Who is this guy?"
I was like, "Okay, interesting."
And then his wife says,
"Yakov is abroad. I promise that when he comes back, he will give you a call."
I'm like, "He'll listen?"
"He'll push you out the window. You don't know him."
Two days later, he phoned me. "Hello, I'm Yakov…"
Said he'd meet me in a week at some shopping centre.
I had no patience, so I went to him that same day.
I went to him that same day, knocked on his door. He opened the door, angry.
"Why are you here? We said in a week. I don't like unannounced visitors."
"Well, I don't like it when people abandon me."
"You arsehole son of a bitch."
I said that to myself.
So he was, like, mad at me,
and he said, "Come on, I'll take you home."
He drove me home in his car.
First time I ever drove with my dad in a car.
I never knew what it was like to have a dad, and now we're in the car.
There's a song on the radio, "Father…" You know, it's like…
And he sat there, and… I dunno, I was flooded with emotions.
I thought I would have a lot to say, and I had nothing to say.
"I'll get out here."
And then I went. And after a few days, we actually met at the shopping centre.
And he came over and said to me, "Let's sit here, in this café."
"It's nice that he's assertive."
"I got vouchers for this place." He drank hot cocoa, that son of a bitch,
and took out a book about Napoleon, no less,
Napoleon's biography, put it on the table, and said,
"Napoleon conquered the world at the age of 30."
"What do you want to do with your life?"
I swear to God, those were his words.
And I remember I had goosebumps all over and said,
"I'm so lucky I wasn't raised by him."
"Who knows what I would've turned into?"
I suddenly realized everything was okay. I got exactly the life I needed.
It was all okay.
Sometimes, you think you know what you want,
but you don't know what you need. I thought I needed to live with this dad,
and what I really needed was a wallop to wake me up. Know what I mean?
Suddenly, you realize that
yesterday's wallop turns into tomorrow's stand-up routine.
Everything made sense. He didn't raise me, so I wasn't going like, "No, he's not."
It's actually quite a nice school, but not…
The kids are boring here, aren't they?
White.
You're white too.
Not in spirit.
I just came to say I'm sorry.
-No kidding. -Yeah.
That's a surprise.
-Why? You thought I came to knife you? -It crossed my mind.
No way.
Well? So why are you really here?
Nothing, I just thought
maybe we could continue with our rehearsals.
Sure.
What are you doing tonight?
Nothing.
So?
We're gonna stay here forever?
We'll go soon.
Don't you want it?
-Can I have it? -No.
Give it to him. I'll buy you a new one. Here you are.
No, I'll buy you a better one. Take it.
-What do you want? -How about toys? Want some?
Let him have it all.
I'll get you new stuff, all of it.
-What will I do with this? Want this? -Just let him have it all.
Throw this away.
-Answer the phone. -No.
-Why not? -I'm here with these clothes. Come on.
What a pest.
Hello?
It's Zorro.
Can I…
can I speak to Dean?
Hold on. I'll see if he's here, okay?
-It's big. -"It's big." He has high standards.
Sweetie, there's no middle ground. It's either him or you.
He's not here.
I don't think he's coming back.
She got him an early release?
I guess.
Good on you, Rabbit.
I love Ethiopian people, because Ethiopians are people that are…
I connect with… They appreciate the simple things.
"Look at this chair. Avishai! Let's take it!"
"What a chair!"
And Ethiopian girls…
They're the most beautiful girls in the country. Some of them.
But the market value wasn't like it is today, when they're everywhere.
In the '90s, anything you said to an Ethiopian girl would impress her.
You walk up to a beautiful Ethiopian girl,
"Wanna come over? I've got outgoing calls." "You liar!"
"What a liar. You're all just talk."
"Look at him. What a phony." She calls her friends in Amharic.
They have put-downs you don't see coming. "What is it, pink nipples?"
"Me?" "Yes, you, pink nipples. You know who I'm talking about."
Mummy.
Hey.
-Hey. -I'm Ruth.
Nice to meet you.
This is Dean.
Daniel.
-Nice to meet you. -Same.
-So did you have fun? Did you laugh? -Of course.
I'll go out. Take your time. Nice to meet you.
I'll be right there.
-Daniel Chen. Dean. -He's adorable.
How did that happen? When did you manage to have a baby?
You won't believe it.
This one's a wild one.
Did two years in Neve Tirza for fraud.
We met on Cupid.
-We spoke for a year on the phone. -Get outta here.
And first met at our wedding.
-What a pro. -True story, I swear.
-Thanks for coming. -Of course, come on.
I waited for this my whole life.
How's your mum? Is she okay, Dean?
You prick.
Time flies, huh?
So…
maybe we'll get together?
I'd love to.
Maybe we'll get together.
So long, Rabbit.
-I'm sorry for what happened, bro. -Hey.
It's in the past.
Subtitle translation by: Lior Hadar