All language subtitles for 2003 - Ninas Tragedies (Ha-Asonot Shel Nina)

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Anat Assoulin
Presents

Ayelet Zorer

Yoram Hatav

Alon Aboutboul

Aviv Elkabbez

Anat Waxman

Shmil Ben Ari

Dov Navon

Evganya Dodina

In a film by
Savi Gabizon

Nina's Tragedies

An Anat Assoulin Production

Costume Design: Tsipi Englisher
Casting: Hila Yuval

Sound Design: Gil Toren
Sound: David Liss

Assistant Director
Yochanan Kardo

Original Music
Assaf Amdursky

Production Design
Shahar Bar-Adon

Editing
Tali Halter Shanker

Director of Photography
David Gurfinkel

Produced by
Anat Assoulin & Savi Gabizon

Written and Directed by
Savi Gabizon

Dad never understood how
I turned out so white and short.

During our most
precious moments

he'd call me:
"Keftika de mierda dulce mia",

which means:
"My sweet shit pie".

I was his gentleness,
his soul.

He never told me so, but I knew
I was a disappointment to him.

When he asked me
who my best friend was,

I'd make up a name,

because I didn't have
any school friends

and he was always the best.

He was the most handsome,
the smartest,

he was the best
pilot trainee.

When he became religious,
he was the smartest pupil.

Even in the hospital ward,
he died the fastest.

I have a lot of work.

I can't, rabbi.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Goodbye, rabbi.

Hello, how are you?

Tell me what the problem is,
I'm in a hurry.

The back wheel wiggles.

- Okay, let's fix it.
- No, not now.

The funeral is in 10 minutes.

I'll be done in 3 minutes.
You can leave the body there.

Lift it up, please.

That's it.

Every time you guys
fix it, it breaks again.

Stay for the funeral,
to make sure it's okay.

- I can't.
- Please.

See for yourself,
it's fine.

- Please.
- I don't have the time.

Please.

There goes my day.

The most insulting thing

was when my parents wanted
to talk without me listening.

They'd ask if
"Madam Estrea" was around.

They called me
Madam Estrea.

Madam Estrea was a nosy
old woman who'd walk around,

listen to people's stories
and tell them to everyone.

That's Nina,
my mother's little sister.

Nina is the love of my life.

She's the real
smart one in the family.

She's a book editor,
she helps writers.

The last two years were
the hardest years of her life,

and the hardest years
for the whole family.

Two days ago,
on the last day of his life,

my dad was called to come for
a talk with the school counselor.

She'd just come back from Senegal
after being bitten by a mosquito.

When this mosquito bites a normal
person they lie in bed for 6 months,

but she came back to work
after two weeks.

Come in.

Yes, okay.

I understand.

Yes. Thank you.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Hello. I'm sorry,
that was my doctor.

It seems that I have
flat feet too,

I have to start wearing
those footholds.

You seem a bit startled,

but you'll get used to it.

No, it's fine,
it's not that bad.

And it keeps
getting better.

I even see some improvement
since yesterday.

The problem is, it's very itchy
but I simply musn't itch.

No, of course,
you mustn't itch.

Well then.

Does this look familiar?

No.

You've never seen it?

No.

I'll read it as it is,

I'll skip the embarrassment.

"I stood on a rock
to get a better look.

"My pelvis was totally hot.

"I held on to the wall
with one hand

"and held on to my dick
with the other.

"I felt as if
it was on fire.

"It was hard and
I started stroking it.

"Suddenly her body
started moving,

"as if to some
mysterious rhythm.

"She started moaning
and with one hand

"she pinched her lips or her
tongue, but I couldn't see

"because she
turned her head.

"I prayed to God
to let me go inside.

"Just once, God,
I want to fuck her,

"if there even is a God.

"Suddenly everything froze,

"only her finger kept
moving down there," etc, etc.

Nadav wrote that?

That was the
first thing I saw.

May I?

Who is Nina?

That's about Nina?

Is there a Nina?

His aunt. Alona's sister.

But maybe he just
made up a name.

That's what we're hoping.
Look, Amnon,

from what I read, this is
full of peeping descriptions.

How he and another friend
wander around at night,

peeping on women.

So I thought you should read it
and decide what to do.

It may be a figment
of his imagination,

a fictitious story. I hope.

It looks real.

Here's Alona, Haimon...

It's like a diary.

- Here's Nina.
- Nina is mentioned a lot,

from what I
browsed through.

Here, he wrote
about me too.

Things that happened
in our family.

Here's Nina and
Haimon's big fight.

You shit! You shit!

You can't just
run out on me!

- Nuni...
- Don't call me Nuni!

- Nina, calm down.
- You treat me like a dog!

- We had no choice.
- Excuse me...

I'll step outside...

- No, it's okay, stay here.
- Come on, we're going.

Going where?

- Home.
- I'm not going home with you.

What do you want from me?

Nina, we'll hurt each other,
I'm not going.

Molcho, please step outside.

I'd rather stay.
He asked me to stay...

Molcho, do me
a favor, get out.

Nina, I'm sorry,
he asked me to stay.

Did he ask you
to come on to me too?

Now you're just...

I never came on to her.

You're a fucking
depressive fatso.

Depressive?

I'm depressive?

You and all your friends,
you fucking loser, loser...

Nina, stop crying. Please.

Hug me.

- And start all over again?
- Hug me.

You keep humiliating me.

Stop it, please.

Who do you think you are?

Nina, enough already.

Then let's get out of here.

- I'm not going anywhere with you.
- We'll go and talk.

- We already talked.
- Then we'll talk some more.

But we agreed

and you said it's cool,
so why start all over again?

- We'll talk more.
- It won't do any good.

- It will! - It won't!
- Stop it, stop it!

Molcho, leave us alone?

Let's sit down, okay?

That's my biggest enemy.
Haimon.

No one in the family
liked Haimon, except Nina.

They met when they
were in high school

and they've been
together ever since.

So you want to end it?

It's what we decided.

It's for the best.

But I can't.

What can I do?

It'll be hard at first,

but it'll get
easier and easier.

Fuck you.

That's the way it is, Nina.

I had so many things
to tell you.

What? What? We talked
and talked and talked.

- We didn't talk!
- What did you want to say?

You're so shitty and stupid.

Go on, tell me.

I'm sorry I came,
I'm sorry about everything.

What's keeping you
from talking?

Nina!

Two weeks later, they
decided to get married.

Are we ready?
Allow me to remind you,

the white dip is a special
Australian sauce.

It's not mayonnaise and
we don't have mayonnaise.

Don't get upset,

don't offend anyone.
With a smile.

We don't have mayonnaise, we don't
work with mayonnaise. That's all.

Two, three... go!

At their wedding I felt that
I was losing her for good.

Now she has
all of Haimon's family.

She's not just mine
and Mom's anymore.

It was sad.

This is my mom. She's
wearing a "little black dress".

It was invented by
Coco Chanel 80 years ago.

Ever since, the fashion world has
been trying to invent new versions.

My mom went
for the zipper.

My Mom's first collection
revolved around zippers.

She combined punk
with elegant fashion.

It wasn't a hit,

and she complained that
people have no sense of humor.

- You think I'm cheating on you?
- No, but you don't give a shit.

You know it embarrasses me.

Why do you have to touch?
What are you, a healer?

In her next collection,
Mom changed direction.

Her jacket is a
simple monkish design.

The collar
is made of satin.

The whole direction
was more serious.

And the zipper.

So now I'll tell you.

Maybe he wasn't interested.

You didn't even try!

You sat there like...

You kept yawning!

You arrogant loser.

You and your pilot buddies.
You're fucking stuck.

Mom's breakthrough was when she
discovered the designer Jil Sander.

An elegant cut, made
from natural fabrics.

You know what? Go.

I'm going,
we'll talk later.

- If you go, don't come back.
- You'll calm down.

I don't want to calm down!

Insensitive, insensitive,
insensitive!

I can't take it anymore.

Maybe I can't take it
anymore either.

Then leave! Get out!

- Okay, but calm down.
- Now!

But Mom already had
a successful factory

that exported to Europe
and the United States.

Then the optimistic
era started.

The prints on the blouse
were duplicated

from wallpaper prints
from the 60's.

Since Dad left,
he hasn't come to see me.

He lives at a yeshiva
and he called twice,

talked to Mom and
sent me his regards.

Mom says he's shitty and doesn't
show enough interest in me,

but I miss
his yellow shoes.

I spent a lot of time
with Nina and Haimon.

Mostly with Haimon.

Wait here for
a minute, okay?

I'll be right back.

May I?

Sure.

Do you know me?

No, don't think so.

- You don't know me?
- No.

Take a good look.

No, I don't know you.

You don't know me.

Anyway, nice to meet you,
I'm Menachem.

Menachem.
Take a good look.

I really don't know you.

What if I tell you that you do
know me 'cause you're a bastard?

Maybe you confused me
with someone else.

No way, it's you.

- I even thought about you the other day.
- About me?

- What do you want?
- Let me tell you a story.

Two nights ago,
I'm sitting at home.

Suddenly I see
an orange lizard

climbing on the wall.

I once saw on
the Nature Channel

that when this lizard breaks up
with its mate, it becomes sad.

It makes a faint wailing sound,
like a cry of longing,

for two weeks.

Anyway, this lizard
slowly approaches me...

Splat.

I crushed its head.
What do you say?

Nice story. But what's
it got to do with me?

Menachem.
I'm running out of patience.

You know me and you're
gonna tell me where from.

I don't know you.
You tell me.

But listen,
I gotta go,

so we'll talk some other time,
if you don't mind, okay?

No problem.

What's your problem?

You know me, you know me,
you know me! I don't know you!

Give me a break from this
lizard and all this shit!

- I've never seen you before!
- Sit down.

- What do you want?
- Sit.

- What's the problem? - Nothing.
- Would you like to order?

Want something to drink?

Sit.

I'll have a latte.

I'll have a
banana milkshake.

Sit down.

So what do you say?

Where do I know you from?

Listen to me,
you pervert.

If I see you once more,
not peeping,

but just walking
down our street,

I'll fuck you up,
you faggot bastard.

I'm warning you.

You're lucky I'm here
with my nephew,

you peeping-tom
motherfucker.

If I catch you one more time,
I'll fuck you up real bad.

You should be ashamed
of yourself, you loser.

A banana milkshake?
Fuck you, you motherfucker.

Pervert face.

Once more!

Now I know that Menachem
is a true friend.

He could've
called out to me,

but he didn't say a thing.

Menachem is
my best friend.

What's up?

I'm not in the mood.

What's so funny?
I've had heartburn all day.

Let's just check and see.

If she's alone, we'll stay.

- If he's there, we'll move on.
- Alright.

- Wanna go that way?
- Okay.

Hold on.

Who is it?

Mrs. Assis? Could you
please open the door?

What happened?

- Mrs. Assis...
- What happened?

Please, we'd like you
to sit down.

- Shuli, grab her legs.
- Did she hit her head?

No, she's okay.

- Uzi, move the table away.
- Let's put her on the sofa.

That's it. Hold her head.

Water.

Water.
Uzi, go get some water.

Open the window.

Thank God, you're awake.

Water, you must drink.

- You must drink. That's it.
- Good.

You're okay.

He isn't dead,
my boy isn't dead.

Was he wounded?
Injured?

At first, he was wounded.
An hour later,

at the hospital, he passed away.
- Passed away...

How was he wounded?

A roadside bomb exploded
during a clash with terrorists

in the northern division.

Hayim Assis, Captain Hayim Assis,
was the only casualty.

He was hit in
the first explosion.

That's Entrance B.

That's Entrance B,
Entrance B.

My son is Neri Assis.

Hayim Assis is from Entrance B,
we get their mail sometimes,

that's Entrance B.

Neri isn't a captain either.

Here, it's Nina. Nina and
Hayim Assis, that's Entrance B.

Neri.

No, nothing's wrong.
I just wanted to talk to you.

I know, but I had to.

Okay, my love. Bye.

He doesn't look well.

No, don't film now.

Shuli, take him
to headquarters.

- Okay.
- Or better, to the hospital.

And you, I want you...

to go in with me.

- You didn't go in already?
- It was a mistake.

We're going in now, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Leave the camera here.
She'll be back soon.

You're doing reserves duty, why are
you wearing those dance trousers?

They're Bedouin pants. In our unit
we're allowed to wear them.

Don't they wear them
in those Georgian dances?

I think they're more Muslim.

I once saw this dance company
from the Georgian Republic.

They keep jumping on their knees,
doesn't that ruin their knees?

They must wear kneepads.

Kneepads, eh?

4 Cokes, 4 Sprites,
4 orange juice,

coffee, Turkish and instant,

5 bags of pita bread.
Write it down.

3 bags of pretzels,

5 kilos of croissants.

We don't need so many.

It's a lot of people, Nina.

Okay, write down
4 kilos of croissants.

Plastic cups too.

I was sad, because I
started liking Haimon.

But the day he was killed,
the happiest time of my life began.

That morning, my mom asked me
if I'd move in with Nina for a while,

to help her.

And I said okay.

My little Nina.

How are you, Dad?

- How are you feeling?
- I'm okay.

Haimon's funeral was the
first time that he came back.

The first time I saw him
in the whole religious getup.

For all I care, he can go back to the
yeshiva, get married and have other kids.

Nadav. Your father's here,

he wants to talk to you.
- I don't want to talk to him.

- He wants to talk to you.
- I don't want to talk to him.

- You don't want to talk to him?
- I don't want to.

But he wants to
talk to you, Nadav.

How many times can you
ask the same question?

He's your father.
Talk to him.

But I don't want to.

Talk to him for 5 minutes.

I don't want to!

- 5 minutes.
- But I don't want to.

- That's it? You won't talk to him?
- No.

5 minutes.

Leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!

Feel better, Nina.

As much as it's possible.

Thank you.

Are you a friend
of Haimon's?

No, I was here
with the unit that...

We notified you.

I don't remember anything
from that night.

Not a thing.

- Were you the one who notified?
- Yes.

I don't really belong
to the unit...

I don't remember anything.

All I remember is that...

you were all wearing
white pants.

Bedouin pants.

Why were you all wearing
Bedouin pants?

I was the only one
wearing them.

I wasn't even
supposed to come in,

I'm from the army's filming
unit and I was filming them,

one of them didn't feel well,
so I came in instead of him.

All I remember is that you were
all wearing Bedouin pants...

I don't know,
sometimes I wear them.

Sometimes I feel like it.

Lihi doesn't
like them either.

This is Lihi, my girlfriend.

- Hi.
- I'm sorry. Hello.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...

It's okay, really.

Do you mind?

She hasn't cried like this
since the funeral. What...?

I'm so sorry.

I'm the one
who notified her.

Look, this is hard
for her, so perhaps...

This is very hard for her.

To be honest, it's
very hard for me too.

- It was hard to come here.
- Then perhaps...

It would be best
if you left now, okay?

Of course.

I made this jam for her,

my grandma used to make it
for me when I was sad.

It's sugar, milk
and rose water.

During the first few weeks
she'd come home from work,

cry, and talk to Haimon.

She had entire
conversations with Haimon.

Mom was worried about it,

because before
Grandma died,

she used to talk to imaginary people.

And then, one month later,

the first laugh appeared.

But she was laughing so loud,
the neighbors could hear.

On the 38th day, Nina closed
the door for the first time.

And that could only
mean one thing.

Most of the time,
we were alone.

At first,

people still came by,

but that gradually stopped.

But it was
better that way,

because people that came
made a sad face,

and instead of helping,
it was upsetting.

While I sat and thought
about her at school,

That day,
for the first time,

she didn't wear black.

Excuse me. Hi.

You're the guy who came
with the casualties officer.

Yes. Hello, Nina.

I just wanted to tell you
that I'm sorry.

About what?

About my sister asking you to
leave, I thought it was awful.

I even wanted to call you,

so I'm sorry.
- It's okay, Nina.

I understood her.
You cried and cried.

Yes, it suddenly...
I'm sorry.

- How are you?
- I'm okay.

I'm glad I bumped into you.

- It was bothering me.
- Okay.

And thanks for coming to console me.
- You're welcome.

If you want,
you can join me.

- Now?
- Yes.

- I won't be disturbing you?
- No.

I'm over there.

This is great.

What?

You're here, drinking.

I come here a lot.

My office is over there.

This isn't a coincidence.

Maybe.

Bumping into you
isn't either.

This morning we decided not to
invite you to Lihi's exhibition.

I just got
the invitations

and now I meet you.

It's okay, you didn't have to
invite me. What's the problem?

It's an exhibition
about you, Nina.

About me?
What do you mean?

We were afraid the
paintings may make you sad.

- She painted me?
- No.

- No, not you.
- Why are you laughing?

I don't understand
what's going on.

No, because they're all
cocoons and butterflies.

Maybe it's not that funny.

I'm sorry, I...

I hear you crying
all the time.

It doesn't leave me,
that crying... of yours.

What's wrong?

I shouldn't have come in,
I made a mistake.

But I'm okay.
I'm really, really okay.

Please, don't cry.

I don't even
know your name.

Avinoam.

I'm sorry,
it doesn't leave me.

Don't cry, Avinoam.
Everything's okay, really.

- I'm really okay.
- I'll leave, I'm sorry.

Will you be okay?

It's about you. I really
want you to come. Will you?

I think I will.

I'll be going now. Bye.

What's going on?

You won't believe this.

Excuse me. Did you see a naked
man walking down the street?

I think she's a Taurus.

I'll ask her.

Now smear it
all over your head.

Hello there. I guess
you want my particulars.

Did you happen to see
a naked man here?

Could be. Definitely could be,
they walk around here sometimes.

- Did you see him?
- I didn't really notice.

I'm on the phone.

- Tell me, are you in the art field?
- No, no.

- I don't mean to pry, but what's your sign?
- What?

- What's your star sign?
- I'm a Leo.

She's a lioness.
No, Ossi was a Gemini.

Can you believe I've never
been with a lioness?

I have a complete block
about that sign.

Thanks.

By the way, I'm an Aries.

Are you crying? It's just a
little scratch. No big deal.

I put my number down too.
Have a good day.

Can you believe that?

Of course it burns, but it'll
get rid of your dandruff for good.

I can't take it anymore,
I can't.

Enough, sweetie, enough.

Nina didn't stop crying and
Mom was in a state of panic.

She called her shrink
and he calmed her down.

She made Nina swear
she'd stop driving.

While crying, Nina
told Mom the awful story.

She told her about
meeting Avinoam,

the "notifier" from
the casualties unit,

and that the night he
notified her about Haimon,

within the state of shock she
was in, she thought he was sexy.

And when he came to the mourning period,
she lied about not remembering him.

She was even happy
that he came.

But she was so ashamed
of these thoughts.

Mom told her
that it's natural,

I thought it was disgusting.

I'll be going now.

I'll be at home if anything...

I'll be at home.

- Bye, Nadavi.
- Bye.

He didn't even seem
that sexy to me, that Avinoam.

I didn't like him
from the start.

I brought you some tea.

- Thanks.
- It's with honey and cinnamon.

How are you?

Okay.

10 years, Nadavi.

10 years.

Here, I want you
to read them.

Letters that Haimon
wrote to me.

At first I felt awkward.

And I couldn't understand

how she could be looking
at another man so soon.

The letters were full of:
"I love you, my little cockroach,"

"I miss my sweet
little rat's kisses. "

Nadavi.

Why don't you sleep
with me tonight?

- Okay.
- Good.

If there's a moment
I could point out

as the happiest moment
of my life, then this is it.

Her smell, her body.
I felt its warmth.

I was so happy.

She fell asleep in a second,
but I didn't want to waste

the happiest moments
of my life in sleep.

What I wanted most was for Menachem
to appear in the window and see me.

But I haven't
seen him for days.

He said he met some
Russian girl. At a bar.

Cut it out.

- What?
- Just cut it out.

- What's your problem?
- What do you want?

- What do you want?
- What do you want now?

- What do you want?
- Cut it out!

Now I don't feel like
talking to you either.

You keep staring.
Cut it out!

Just trying to communicate.
Have it your way.

- You keep staring.
- Okay, I got it.

You're all perverts
in this city.

She told him that she just broke up
with her boyfriend who is a pervert

and the one before him
was a pervert too.

She said that everyone here
is a pervert, that this city is cursed.

He told her it was just a
coincidence, that she was unlucky,

there are lots of people here
who aren't perverts.

Is that the children's song
you told me about

with the guy who drowns?
- No.

Galina slept for
20 hours straight,

and when she woke up, all they
did was sleep, eat and fuck.

The next days
were happy too.

Nina would come home from work
and we'd sit and talk,

and eat, we'd even
drink wine together.

But sometimes,
during her long silences,

I suspected she was still
thinking about Avinoam.

You know what?

Drive back to the city.

No problem, sweetheart.

Suddenly decided, eh?

Yeah.

Nina, I'm so glad you came.

I had a feeling
you wouldn't.

Why? You invited me.

- I just had a feeling.
- But I came.

- I wanted to come.
- Because I cried?

Mainly because you cried.

Everyone's here
because of that.

I cried to everyone, otherwise
nobody would've come.

Sorry I let out all my
heavy shit on you at the cafe.

Sorry I cried.

Here's Lihi. Lihi!

Excuse me.

- Nina!
- Hi.

I'm so glad you came.

We thought you wouldn't.

At first we were afraid
you would come,

but I'm happy you came.
I'm also a bit anxious.

You'll see.

You may think
it's irresponsible,

I turned what's insignificant
into essential, but...

I'm kind of squirming now,
but I think it's pure.

"Marvelous butterflies appeared

"And softly told of a newborn

"And upon dying, he felt relieved
as if he had never had a name

"In the trees he spread
his seed like song

"And in flowers his seeds
were carried by all. "

It's like a ditch.

Ever since I walked
into your house,

I've been crying.

I cry for hours on end,
I don't know why.

The funniest story is...

there was one week
during all that depression,

one week that
I suddenly realized.

I was sure I was in love
with you, and all the pain

was because we're
not together.

You're laughing, but
that's the way it was.

Everything's so weird
and over-the-top with you.

I walked around
as if I was in love.

Now we know it's nonsense,

but it was really as if
I was in love with you, Nina.

How did Lihi...

Lihi's amazing.

She knew straight away
that it was an oedipal thing,

that I see my mother in you

and wanted to save her
from the loss of my father.

It sounds like...
She's smart.

- She's amazing, she's wonderful.
- She's talented too.

I hope it's okay
I'm telling you all this.

Is it okay?

It's fine.

It's just kind of weird.

I'm sure I'll sit at home
and wonder about all this.

You keep saying weird.
Do I seem weird to you?

It seems weird to me, yes.

You've been through
many things that have to do...

with me too,
without me knowing.

I don't really get you either.

All the gaps
and contradictions,

the way you behaved
at the cafe and today.

There are all the explanations,
but it's different.

- Isn't it?
- Yes, yes.

Here we are.

Yes.

I'll be going in now.

Yes.

Okay.

- What?
- I don't know.

Say it.

Nothing.

What is it?

Just a minute.

Haimon.

Don't go, Haimon.

Haimon, I'm sorry.
Don't go.

Haimon?

Haimon?

I'm sorry, Haimon.

Come back, Haimon.

Haimon, come back.

We're going to have
a baby, Haimon.

We're going to have
a baby in 6 months.

You wanted a baby so badly,
talk to me, Haimon.

Haimon?

It hasn't even been 3 months.
Aren't you ashamed?

I don't want to
see you ever again.

Because you're a whore.
A pregnant whore.

I decided to leave
without saying anything,

without feeling anything.
Just a great deal of hate.

I hate her.

Of all times,
Menachem isn't home.

I've been looking for him for
a week, but he's never around.

Good morning.

- Alona's son?
- Good morning.

Good morning.

Come sit down.

Sit down.

Is my mom here?

She went out.

That's some mom you've got.

That's some shit-hot
mom you've got.

My mom had a potbelly.

She died on
Arbor Day last year.

Assaf, right?

- Nadav.
- Oh yeah.

Nice to meet you, Nadav.

- I'm Issie.
- Nice to meet you.

Be natural,
don't mind the camera.

It's her.

Hey, babe.

I thought it was Alona.
How's it going, Nina?

What happened?

Relax,
he just got here.

She wants
to talk to you.

- I don't wanna talk to her.
- Come on.

I don't want to.

Nina, he doesn't
want to talk.

I'll tell him.

She said she saw
the dinner you made

and she's sorry

and she loves you.

Don't be so serious.
Smile.

- Is my mom at the studio?
- No, she went out.

Maybe she's visiting
your dad at the hospital.

Visiting my dad where?

Maybe she didn't
want me to tell you?

Issie told me about
the tumor in my dad's lungs

and about the
surgery he had.

He'd been in this ward for a month
and asked my mom not to tell me.

- What are you doing here?
- Issie told me.

Let's let him sleep.

Come, Nadavi.

What happened to Nina?

Nothing.

Then why was she crying?
Why didn't she want to talk to me?

Later.

Come, let's go get
something to drink.

Let's sit here.

I'll be right back.

Why? Why?

Why did I smoke?
Why?

"Why? Why? Why?"
They cry all day.

I smoked for 30 years.

I loved smoking.
Enjoyed every cigarette.

So now I accept this as it is,
and it's not that bad.

I can talk with it,
I can eat with it,

I can even sing with it.

"The pomegranate tree
gave its fruit

"From the Dead Sea to Jericho,"
etc, etc.

There's nothing
to drink here.

Those assholes
woke him up again.

I wanted all that joy to end

and to go home alone,
like a father and son.

I didn't want to go back
to Nina, or to Mom and Issie.

But you believe me,
don't you?

Yes. Of course.

And he smiled.

And when you got up,
he disappeared?

He wasn't angry,
he just smiled.

But if he smiled,
then it's okay, right?

It was a bitter smile,
disappointed,

as if he stood there
and saw everything.

Don't cry, sweetie.

He was so disappointed.

Nina, he's not here.

Why should he be bitter?

You're alone,
you have to move on.

You never liked him.

Why didn't you like him?

That's not true, Nina.

You said horrible things
about him.

After I got to know him,
I did like him.

You said horrible things.

Nina, after I got
to know him, I did like him.

- Should I? - No, it's him.
He's been calling all day.

- Then talk to him.
- I don't want to.

Hi, Nina. It's me again.

I've called so many times,
but you never answer.

I came downstairs to
talk to you, I miss you.

I had a wonderful time yesterday,
I've been floating all day.

- I'm picking up.
- Don't touch it!

I feel like a kid.

I keep reenacting
everything that happened.

I'm happy.
I smile for no reason.

You're the loveliest person
I've ever met.

I feel strong, I feel alive
when I'm with you.

I love your smile.

I love your soul.

I love your pussy.

He loves your what?

My pussy.

Is that what he said?

What is he, wacko?

He's lovely.

Really?

He's shaky, he's sweet,
he's lovely.

Really? So?

He's the devil, Alona.

The devil?

From now on, I'm
only with Haimon.

Stop it with that popping!

What's your problem?

But you'll keep seeing him?

I'll never see him again.

But he sounds cute.

It was a test
and I failed.

What test?

A few days after the surgery,
they released my dad

and after promising
not to teach me Torah,

Mom agreed that I
could go live with him.

Hey, kid.

- You came without your mom today.
- I came alone.

You're talking
without the device.

They're trying
something new.

I just have to talk quietly.

We're getting released today.

- People don't get released from this ward.
- What do you mean?

People don't get
released from here.

But the doctors
released him.

They released him?

Are you crazzzzzzzzzzy?

Are you crazzzzzzzzzzy?

- What's wrong?
- Are you crazzzzzzzzy?

Can someone get a doctor?

Are you crazzzzzzzzy?

- What happened?
- Are you crazzzzzzzzy?

Nadavi.

It's Nina.
She wants to talk to you.

- I don't wanna talk to her.
- C'mon, it's Nina.

I don't want to.

Why doesn't he
want to talk to you?

Be careful not to
step on Rafi.

You're growing
a moustache.

- When are you going to shave?
- I'm not going to.

You know,

Nina knows
that you're upset,

but she's sorry, she's
not feeling very well.

So I told her
you'd talk to her.

I don't want to.

My mom also kept
nagging me to talk to Nina.

Since she saw Haimon in the
window, she's been depressed.

She started going
to a psychiatric clinic.

But I just wanted
to forget her.

We kept silent like this
every morning.

We were silent and happy.

I didn't know then that crazy cells
kept splitting inside his body.

In the afternoons

things were
completely different.

I felt I was slowly
forgetting her.

Sometimes I didn't think
about her for hours.

One evening
I suddenly realized

I hadn't thought
about her all day.

But when I saw him,
everything resurfaced.

Even though I knew
Nina didn't want him

and she refused
to see him,

I hated him.

I knew that he told her he left
his girlfriend so he could be with her.

He'd wait till she
agreed to be with him.

But Nina asked him
to leave her alone.

Menachem?

- What are you doing here?
- Where have you been?

- I've been looking for you.
- I went to your house.

You wouldn't
believe this story.

What's going on with you?

I moved in with
my dad, nearby.

I'm here with that girl I told you about
with the backgammon hat. Galina!

This is my friend Nadav
that I told you about.

- Galina.
- Nadav.

No change?

- What do you think?
- She's pretty.

You won't believe this.
After we got together,

she took me to her
Russian ex-boyfriend...

She asked Menachem to
help her get her things.

On the way she told him that
he'd been violent with her.

Yes.

Yes, just a minute.

Galina. Thank God.
I missed you.

Will you open the door?

Galina, forgive me.

I was looking for you.

- I came to get my things.
- Forgive me, Gala.

- May I?
- Of course, come in.

- Who's that?
- A friend.

He came to help me.

- Do you have a twin brother?
- No. I don't have a brother.

Come in.

No brother
who looks like you?

Something happened
to him? He died?

No brothers.
Just a sister in Azerbaijan.

Please, come in.

It can't be.
You look just like...

Come in.

Please, come in.

It can't be, it's as if
you're the same person.

Menachem, give me a hand.

Gala.

I want to talk to you.

I don't want to talk
to you about anything.

I want to talk to you calmly,
in the bedroom.

No, Alex,
I said no more talking.

- No more talking.
- Just for one minute.

- Please.
- One minute.

- Okay?
- Okay.

What's up?

Alex researches
sleep disorders.

Back in Russia, he invented
software that identifies snoring

that can be
treated surgically.

People record their snoring
and send it to him.

- Promise?
- Yes, yes.

Have a seat.

Sit, sit.

- Galina honey...
- Don't "Galina honey" me!

- I behaved so badly.
- Yes, you did.

I know.

You promised me the
same thing last time.

It's always the same thing.

What's up?

What's going on?

Are we out of here?

You helped me so much,
Menachem.

You helped her.

Yes.
What's going on?

I owe you so much,
Menachem.

So?

Well, I guess...

I'll be going.

Okay.

Any friend of Galina's
is a friend of mine.

I'd be delighted
if you stayed with us.

You're a pain in the ass.

I've had it, Alex.

It's none of your business.

- Pain in the ass.
- I'm warning you. Don't do it.

- Who do you think you are?
- Don't yell at me. - Fuck off.

Alex, I'm begging you.
Don't do this.

I'm leaving your
clothes here!

- You're not threatening me!
- Don't yell at me!

That's how Menachem became
friends with Alex and Galina.

This way.

A few days later when Menachem
brought them to his house,

the light was on
at Nina's house.

See that window?

It's the guy who
looks like you.

- The dead guy?
- Yeah.

Let's go take a look.

- There's a picture of him.
- Now?

It'll take a second.

Look at the picture
beside her.

Haimon.

Don't go, Haimon.
Haimon, I'm sorry, don't go.

Haimon?

Come back, Haimon.

I wanted to tell her
she didn't imagine it,

that there really is
someone who looks like Haimon.

I wanted us to talk,
sit on the sofa together.

I felt like my heart was about
to burst. I couldn't wait till she came.

Suddenly, I saw him there.

He looked just like him.

He kept staring at
Menachem's apartment,

to see if Menachem
and Galina had arrived,

but they were
already up north.

I knew I had to
make him go away.

But then she showed up.

I couldn't move.

It'll be a disaster.

Haimon?

- I'm not Haimon, lady.
- It can't be.

I'm Alex.
Nice to meet you.

I look like your
late husband.

I know.

My friend
showed me your house.

At night. You were
crying, yelling:

"Haimon, Haimon, Haimon. "

I was at your window.

My friend. He ran off
with my girlfriend.

I'm waiting for them.

Why are you laughing, lady?

Don't cry.

No need to cry, lady.

No need.

When I see a woman cry,
I give her a big ol' slap in the face,

it calms her down.

I can't take it anymore,
I want Alona to see you.

Okay, lady.

I can't take it anymore.

Thank you.

Do you walk around
naked sometimes?

Maybe you saw me?

Yes, maybe.

I like walking around
naked with no clothes.

It's good, it cleans me.

People see me the realest.
It's my art.

I walk around naked a lot.

It's good exercise too.

Maybe I'll take
your picture.

Want to take my
picture naked?

No. This is fine.

Because I want to.
It's okay.

This reminds me of a beautiful
poem by Yuri Bukovsky.

It goes like this.

"When I take off my clothes

"My personality falls
to the floor with them

"And I remain
a tiny little dot

"Between the closet
and the bed

"And a little bird sings
and laughs in your heart

"Because my dick
makes you feel good. "

- He's a great poet.
- It's a nice poem.

- So should I take off my clothes?
- No, no.

Wait here.

- What happened?
- Come and see.

My God, who is he?

Who is this, what is this?

It can be, it can't be?

I spread her ass open,

then I fuck her
and I fuck her

until her mother says: You're not
leavin till you marry my daughter.

I look just like her husband.
Haimon, right?

What's so funny, damn it.

Little Haimon didn't understand
what was going on.

Later on, the doctor insisted
that he saw a little smile.

And Nina smiled
a little smile.

And Alex kept walking around
with a little smile.

And I'd cut classes

and follow Nina around when she
went out for lunch or to a cafe.

And in the evenings,
I'd go watch her.

She was in a good mood.

I felt that soon
we'd be together again.

One evening, I heard her tell
my mom that she misses Avinoam

and that she felt better
on the night she spent with him

than she ever
did with Haimon.

And it didn't upset me.
Menachem once told me

that every woman
has a black spot.

Someone she loved and
thinks she missed out on.

But a real man has to learn
to live with that spot.

I'll wait till she stops,

and I'll tell her
that I love her.

But not as an aunt,
that I really love her.

That I don't care
about anything.

But she didn't walk
towards the cafe.

She suddenly walked into...

I felt sick.
I felt like crying.

Excuse me.
Is Avinoam here?

Who told you he's here?

I called earlier and
they said he'd be here.

He's not supposed
to be here today.

Did you tell her
he'd be here?

I thought he was coming
to the screening.

Because you're
a fucking idiot.

Creme de la creme.

Jerking off for 18 years,
why should you be efficient now?

Look at yourself.
Fucking idiot.

Have a seat, I'll give you
his phone numbers.

First, 20 shekels.

What for?

Come on,
I know you have it.

Good.

This is yours.

A book of poems I wrote.

It's all done in chromo.

20 shekels is the cost price,
but see here on the side?

The bookbinder,
another fucking idiot,

the first letter
is blocked sometimes.

But you'll manage,
you'll enjoy it.

I wrote them
to my beloved. Look.

"To My Only Love".

This is yours. And
Avinoam's phone numbers.

I've been calling this number,
there's no answer.

Are you a friend of theirs?

Yes.

Maybe they're still
on their honeymoon.

Are you a friend of Lihi's?

- Hers too.
- Try in a few days.

They should be back
by then. Soon.

Thank you.

Your book.

Read it, enjoy.

Thank you.

That's what she wanted,
that's what she got.

She's so stupid sometimes.
She was fooled by all that love of his.

She believed all his
phony romanticism.

He said he'd wait
for her forever.

He didn't even
wait a few weeks.

Nadavi.

Get me my pills, please.
Over there.

I didn't care
that she was sad.

I didn't care about little Haimon.
I didn't care about anything.

Only Dad kept
getting worse.

He was on painkillers
all the time.

Nadav, come here.

Come here, please.

Give me your
father's number.

- Why? Do you wanna call him?
- I need to speak to him.

About what?

I'm writing it down.

524-6864.

- But what about?
- I have to talk to him.

- Did some teacher complain
about me? - No, it's not that.

- Then what about?
- Something else.

It's just that he's
not feeling well.

I'll talk to him
and we'll see.

This was a disaster.

I either dropped it
or forgot it in class,

and someone gave my diary
to the counselor.

When I got home,
Dad left me a note

that he was at school
with the counselor.

This is a disaster.
He's sitting there, reading it.

Nadav, my sweetie,
I was looking for you.

Did Dad call you?

He didn't, but Mom said
that a few hours earlier

Nina left the office
on her way home.

Nina?

Nina!

Alona,
I'm having contractions.

How did you get here?

- Just come down.
- Stay there!

We'll be there
in 10 minutes.

Look, all the lights
are green, it's great.

Breathe, darling, breathe.
Good, good.

Alona, my water broke!

- What broke?
- My water!

We're almost there.
Breathe. Just breathe.

Everything's okay.
We're almost there.

What's wrong
with the car?

What's wrong
with your car?

- You're out of gas!
- It can't be.

How can you drive
without any gas?

What are we going
to do now?

What the fuck is this rain?
What should we do?

I'll flag someone down.

I have a woman in labor here,
we need a ride.

It's okay.
I'm a doctor, calm down.

- It hurts so bad.
- We're almost there.

Breathe deeply.

That's it.

Hang in there.
We'll be there in 10 minutes.

Hang in there.

He's coming out!
I can feel him!

Stop the car,
she's giving birth.

Alona, he's coming out!

Stop the car!

There is no address,
it's a parking lot.

You'll find us.

What?
It's a white Peugeot.

We're the only ones here.

We're here. Hurry up.

You won't run out
on me ever again.

You won't stop speaking to me.
You'll always be with me.

Okay.

Wait for me in my room.

Mom is on her way.

Congratulations.

- How did you know? - I was waiting
outside your house

and Alona came
to get your things.

Did she tell you
about the delivery?

Yeah, it's unbelievable.

I saw you two today
beside the statue.

I saw you. I called out to you,
but you drove off.

Yeah. I heard you.

Really?

I should congratulate you too.
You got married.

Yeah.

- So, congratulations.
- Yeah.

We got married in Cyprus,
just a few friends. It was special.

Then we went to Hanover,
Philadelphia and New Delhi,

we go after
Lihi's exhibitions.

Great.

We go for business, but we
end up sightseeing more.

Tomorrow morning
we're leaving for Tokyo.

Actually, it's today.

I missed you.

Nina, I missed you so much.
And you were with me.

You were with me all the time.
Everywhere.

Did I have a good time?

Not a day went by that
I didn't think about you.

Avinoam.

Thank you for
coming to see me.

I'm okay, I feel great.

I have to go in.

May I kiss you?

- No.
- No?

You're a two-bit romantic,
that's what you are.

You're wrong.
I know that's what you think.

That's what you are.

I knew she was right.
I wouldn't run out on her

or stop speaking to her ever again.
I'll love her forever.

Why are you here, Nadavi?

No reason.

Give me a hug.

What's the matter?

Dad.

They took him
to the hospital.

And two hours later...

It is customary not to walk back
the same path on which we came.

I wish I had sunglasses, so people
wouldn't see I'm not crying.

I don't know why
I'm not crying.

I keep wondering if you
read the whole diary.

That's all I can think about.

Nadav.

Be strong, Nadav.

Our condolences.

I'll go to him.

Nadav, before Dad died,
he asked me...

He wrote something too.

He dictated it
and I wrote it.

It's at the end.

Anything you need, always.

My beloved Nadavi.

Jewish tradition says
that during a man's funeral

all the sperms he spilled in vain
come to denounce him.

Millions of sperms
will come to denounce me,

but there's one single sperm,
beloved and sweet,

that grew into a young boy,
and with one breath, one look,

he'll drive them
all away to hell.

My sweet little Nadav,
my angel, my darling.

You're not just
Madam Estrea,

you are Madam Estrea,
my talented lovely writer.

I always knew what I saw
when I read your diary.

I'm so happy
that I read it.

Now I'm leaving you calm,
with a smile, with great love.

And if you look real close,

I bet you'll see me
bragging about you up there.

English: Suzy De Lowe

Subtitles: Cinematyp Studios Ltd.