All language subtitles for The.Beauty.Queen.of.Jerusalem.S01.E08.2021.WEB-DL.1080p.ExKinoRay

Go to sleep, my little girl

Go to sleep, my little girl

In a few days,
she can see Rachelika,

but I don't know what we'll do with Luna.

Luna can stay with me
for as long as necessary.

But that's no solution.

Why not?

Yesterday, I made cookies.

Ooh.

Wake up, Rosa!

You're dreaming! Rosa!

Rosa! Rosa!

There was a woman
a few years ago… her name was Delicia.

She was the mikvah lady's assistant.

She got married and had a baby,

and when they circumcised him,
she didn't come.

They said she was sick,
but she was at home, sad.

But how can a mother be so sad
not to come to her own son's brit?

In the evening, a week later,
they found her at the mikvah,

sitting and staring at her baby
in the water, dead.

-What are you telling me this for?
-They took her to the madhouse.

Her whole family left Jerusalem,
because of the shame,

never to be seen again.

What do you want from me?

The truth is, I don't know
what happened in their house, right?

But what's happening right here,
in our house, I do know.

You are the root cause
of what happened to Rosa with Luna.

Instead of helping Rosa,
I'm working in the shop,

because you,
instead of working in the shop,

are wandering the streets with Arabs,
smoking hashish with them.

There's no owner at the shop
and no father at home.

Do you know what a whole night
without sleep feels like, Gavriel?

Two nights?

A week without sleep?

Even Luna won't stop crying,
"Abba! Abba! Where's Abba?"

Tomorrow morning,
you're going back to the shop to work,

and I'll stay here at home to watch Rosa,

who is too afraid to stay alone with Luna.

And in the evening, when you come back,

you'll be a good father to your girls
and a husband to your wife.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

How many times have I told you?
Stop crying like a woman.

Eat, Luna.

Eat. It's good. Grandma made dinner.

Well, what about you?
You haven't eaten in days.

Eat a little something, eat for Rachelika.

It's all empty here.
They're empty, there's nothing!

Leave me alone.

I don't want to.

That's not what I want, Rosa.

I want to ask for your forgiveness.

Forgive me.

I should ask God's forgiveness too,
but that…

that's only after you forgive me.

I was a fool. I thought only of myself.

What I want, what I need.

I forgot whom I should really be thanking,

thanking for everything
I have in this world,

and that's you, Rosa, it's you.

Also, I'm not angry with you
for everything that happened with Luna.

I'm not angry at all.
I'm angry with myself.

Don't say anything now.

Take your time.

A day, a week, a month…

however long you need.

And then, when you feel,
deep inside your heart,

that you really do forgive me…

…then come
and tell me, all right?

What?

You changed your… style.

-It's not good?
-Elegant.

What if you get dirty?

Nah, don't worry.

What, did you see a soldier?

No.

My friends are eager to meet you.

From Etzel.

-Really?
-Yes.

I'll take you to see them.

What did you tell them about me?

That I wanted them to meet the heroine
who saved her uncle from death.

Is that all you said?

-No, I also told them you were, uh…
-What?

-I told them you were, uh…
-Say it.

Tell me.

I told them
that you are beautiful.

Well… you won't kill Arabs like that.

-Let's see what you can do.
-Move.

-Just imagine it's a British soldier.
-Why not an Arab?

First we'll get rid of the British,
and then we'll deal with the Arabs.

And the Mapainiks, to wrap everything up.

My grandmother
would have done that better.

The show-off's here.

Shut up.
Guys, I've brought someone to meet you.

This is Rachelika.

Tzachi told us
you helped him save your uncle.

Well done.

-Whose turn is it?
-Do you wanna see how it's done?

One eye shut,
holding the hand as rigid as iron.

-Don't think you're John Wayne.
-Who's John Wayne?

He's an actor in American movies
who kills lots of Indians.

A great sharpshooter.

Who's next?

I am.

Good luck.

Well done.

Whose turn is it?

I haven't shot yet.

That's what I'm here for.

-To practice, like you.
-Have you ever fired a gun?

No, I have not.

Hold on.

Teach me.

You need this to be in the middle,
as well as the target.

Then hold your breath,

and very slowly… pull the trigger.

Fire at that.

Um, no, at the small one.

Tzachi, tell your girlfriend not to waste
our bullets please, if you don't mind.

-They don't grow on trees.
-Shoot at the big one.

That's what you call
beginner's luck.

And what do you call that?

All right, friends, we're done for today.

This stays with you.

Why not with her?

We keep getting stopped in the streets.

The British search us
and even go into our homes to search.

Rachelika, no one will suspect.

Would you mind keeping it?

It's a big responsibility, you know?
You could get killed for that.

Let me.

This has to be near you at all times.

The minute we call you,
you bring it right away.

-A hat?
-Sure.

What doesn't look good on you?

Thanks.

Bless your soul,
since you started working here,

I have to order new items every week.

Everything you wear is snapped up.

I have an idea.

Mr. Zacks…
what do you see jumping out at you?

-What? What do I see?
-What do you see?

Very beautiful women

wearing very beautiful dresses.

What are you thinking of?

A Jerusalem educator
was murdered this morning

by an Arab assassin
in the village of Silwan.

BLOODY NIGHT IN TIBERIAS:
ARAB RIOTERS MURDERED 19 JEWS

Throughout the night, a number
of Jewish neighborhoods were attacked

BURNING BABIES AND VIOLATED WOMEN
AS ARAB RIOTERS RUN RAMPANT

by Arab rioters.

ARAB RIOTERS RUN RAMPANT

Ten Jews were injured
and admitted to Sha'arey Zedek Hospital,

ARMED ARABS
STOPPED TRAINS TO JERUSALEM

FIVE JEWISH WORKERS
MURDERED BY ARAB GANG

two in critical condition.

This is in addition
to the murder of five Jews,

members of the Bama'aleh group
from the Gordonia movement,

while paving the road to Ruach Mountain.

The Supreme Arab Council protested
against the number of Jewish immigrants

permitted by the British,

and announced
there would be a demonstration…

What about her?

She said she would come.

Did you explain where it was?

Yes. I hope she understood.

Hey, get down.

Come here, come.

Did you bring it?

What's happening?

You wanted to join an operation.

What, really, now?

Why do you think
we told you to bring the gun?

But you have a gun.

You never carry out an operation
with one gun.

What do we do?

An Arab from this village
murdered a Jewish teacher yesterday.

-Now it's an eye for an eye.
-You know who it is?

Shh…

Well, they're all the same.

-You're just gonna kill someone--
-Not just me.

We all.

But how do we know which Arab it was?

-We don't know.
-So you're gonna kill a random--

Shh!

-Well? What are you waiting for?
-It's blocked. It won't shoot.

-Shoot him!
-Lower your voice.

Dror, take him out before he gets away.

Jews, Jews, Jews! Come on!

Jews, Jews, Jews! Come on!

Not me. Not me.

Not me.

-He needs help, he's wounded.
-His problem, he should be dead.

-We don't shoot a wounded person.
-That's the command, to kill Arabs.

-No.
-Why not?

From the start,
I didn't want this, not like this.

So why are you even here?

The British will interrogate him,
you know.

And he's seen all of us.

I suggest…

The block dislodged.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Come on.

Come on.

-Come on!
-Come on!

Let's go!

Good morning.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Excuse me, ladies.

Should we open?

Well, we open at nine o'clock,
which is in ten seconds.

Come on, Mr. Zacks.

Did you forget I'm a Yekke putz?

Okay. Five, four, three, two…

Open.

-Gavriel, any salad?
-No, no. No, thank you.

-Is everything all right?
-Abba, what's wrong?

Mustafa…

The Arab who, on occasion, does deliveries
for the shop and things like that.

You know him.

Yeah. When I was little,
he'd give me rides on his donkey.

His brother was killed today
on his way to the village, for no reason.

They just shot him.

And did you know him?

Kind of.
He would sometimes come to the shop.

Nasser was his name.

Who shot him?

The British don't
just shoot people and run.

And so, who else is there?

The Revisionists.

Jews?

I wanted to go to the funeral,
but I can't.

He said it's too dangerous for me to go.

His brother, murdered by Jews,
and he's worried about me.

I wonder, when was it
that we became people

who murder a human being
just because he's an Arab?

Gavriel, you're not the one
who killed his brother.

Shh…

What are you doing?!

You stop that!
Don't you ever touch her, you hear me?

Or I will kill you! I'll kill you!

What were you doing?!

-Rosa!
-I'll kill you!

Come on, what are you doing?
You're crazy! Leave her alone!

She's a little girl!

Come to my house.

TRAVEL AGENCY, SWORN AFFIDAVITS

TRAVEL AGENCY, SWORN AFFIDAVITS

Oh, hello, Mrs… Rosa Armoza.

What an honor.

Would you like a glass of water
or something?

Hello, Avraham.

Hello. How… How can I help you?

Could you write a letter for me
and send it to this address?

To whom?

My brother Ephraim.

I didn't know
you had a brother named Ephraim.

Mm, that's because of the Armoza family.

They don't talk.

The brother of the bride
is a source of shame.

Yes.

And… where is your brother now?

Look behind.

What do you mean behind?

-Look, Ephraim wrote it on the back.
-Ah.

Okay.

Eh…Yes, I see.

-And what is this place?
-Where he lives.

Well… what do you want
to write to your brother?

That I'm not well,
I've had enough, he should come.

Eh… Or how about we start with…

"Shalom, Ephraim…

How are you?"

No, no, no, no, Avraham.

Write that I'm sick… that I've had enough,

I don't feel well, he should come quickly.

-I wanna see him.
-All right, fine.

Oh. This is good.

"Shalom, Ephraim…

How are you?"

"I'm not… feeling… so well."

"And I miss you very much."

And he should come quickly.

Yes.

"I've meant… to write you… for a… while."

"Your sister…"

"Rosa."

-"Postscript--"
-He should come quickly.

"And please…

come here fast."

"Very fast."

"Maybe…

even… today."

Where are all the envelopes
when you really need them?

You never know.

I'll put it in the mail with Yonel.

He'll mail it today, as soon… as possible.

Shalom.

What's wrong, Mercada?

Don't you recognize
your granddaughters' uncle?

Oh, Ephraim!

You've changed so much.

So have you. You've aged a little.

What's the nature
of this unexpected surprise?

-Rosa didn't tell you I was coming?
-No, she didn't.

Well, can I come in,
or are you going to keep me here?

Sure, come on in.

-Where's Rosa?
-She's lying down.

She wrote she wasn't feeling well.

No, since the birth,
she's been a little tired. It's nothing.

Rachamim!

Rosa, it's me. It's Ephraim.

Ephraim, my brother.

Rosa…

What's this?
You're skin and bones.

Shh…

-How long have you been here for?
-I just got here.

-How are you, Rosa?
-Not good.

But better, now that you're here.

You've lost weight.
Don't they give you any food?

You look very pale.

It's hard for me.

Here, the whole day,
I do laundry, cook, look after the girls.

What are you talking about, Rosa?
You've been in bed for weeks.

What's wrong with that?
Can't you see she's sick?

You've turned her into a servant.

Don't worry, all right, Rosa?

I'm here. I'll look after you.

If you'd come a little later,
maybe I would have been gone.

What do you mean
you would have been gone?

I wanted to go to the sky.

-To Mother, to Father, to Rachamim--
-Rosa, you can't talk like that.

Look, you have a beautiful house,

and two girls, thank God,
healthy and beautiful.

Yes.

I have everything,
except what I really want.

Gavriel's aloof.
He's just like a ghost.

He travels a lot,
he's busy, and his mother…

nothing to say about her.

-Even Luna hates me intensely.
-But I love you, all right? I love you.

And you're my only family, Rosa.
And you're not leaving me, all right?

Rosa…

you have to promise me.

I promise.

Promise me you won't leave me either.

-No, never. I promise.
-You're not lying?

I'll stay for as long
as you need me. I promise.

It will be fine.

Luna, dear,
leave the doll and start eating.

Where's Gavriel? It's taking him so long.

-He's putting Rachelika to bed.
-Shame on you.

-Why should she be ashamed?
-Her husband is doing her job.

That's it. She's asleep.

Ah, my Luna.

The place where I am,

they are all Russians
who have come to live here.

Some hole, a hole near Tiberias.

They've barely been here six months,
and they already think they own the place.

-But they only speak Russian.
-Then how do you talk to them?

I don't talk,
they don't talk to me either,

ever since I broke the bones
of some Sasha for eating pork.

A Jew eating pork.

Not to mention, they treat me like a dog.

They give me all sorts of Arabs' work,
so I can eat there or sleep.

Did they teach you to drink like that?

Well, every night, they get drunk,
they dance, they drink…

And the women…

Right.

How they walk around…

wearing short pants,

their boobs are hanging like…
out of their shirts.

Like putanas at the brothel.

Ephraim…

Putanas.

Hello.

-Did you bring it?
-What?

-You know what.
-So you can shoot a random person again?

Shh… It wasn't random.

Oh, stop. You waited
to kill the first Arab who showed.

You wanted to come
on an operation with us.

Now I know what you're doing
and what I don't wanna become.

Become what? We're at war.

-In war, you don't murder innocent people.
-Oh, that's what he was?

Arabs killed a Jew, we avenged him.
Someone comes to kill you, kill him first.

He wasn't coming to kill you.
And his name is Nasser. He had a name.

How did you know that?

His brother works with my father.

Tell me, Tzachi, do you think
that we are better than the Arabs?

Yes, I think we're better than the Arabs.

So if we're better than them,
we cannot behave like them.

They murdered a Jew
just because he was a Jew.

Now give… me the gun.

Rachelika.

No.

Did you bring it?

No, she didn't wanna get it.

She didn't wanna do what now?

To give it to me.

She saw how we killed the Arab,
and now she refuses to return it.

If she gives it to the British…

…they'll examine it and we'll be finished.

-She will not give it to them.
-Her father is from Mapai.

My parents are from Mapai as well.

And yours.
Our parents don't even know what we do.

Her father's also a member
of the Histadrut.

-He donates to the Haganah.
-Did you forget she helped save her uncle?

It means nothing at all.
You were the one who let her keep the gun.

Tzachi, you said she was all right.
You said she could be trusted.

I'll talk to her.

Okay? Give me a chance.

I'm begging you.

We have to tell Hanan.

No.

What are you afraid of?

That he'll harm her…

or that he might harm you?

Get him outta here.

Come on.

Rachelika…

We need to have a talk.

Tzachi,
I told you, I'm not giving it back.

No, no, it's not that.

To talk about us.

Are you, um…

What do you
have to say about us?

Well?

I'm sorry,
you've left me with no choice.

Oh! Tzachi!

-Ephraim?
-Hanan.

-What?
-My name is Hanan.

No.

My name is Hanan.

I'm glad I have the opportunity

to thank you
for what you did for me, Rachelika.

Thank you.

How's your mother?

She thinks you might be dead.

Ephraim's dead… Hanan is alive.

I hear you're holding on
to something that belongs to us

that you don't wanna return.

-Yes, because you--
-I don't care about the reason.

Where is it?

It's somewhere safe.

You have until tomorrow,
at this hour, to return it to us.

I'm your uncle, Rachelika.

I know where your father's shop is.

I know where Luna works.

You have until tomorrow,
at this hour, to give it to Tzachi.

Move. Come on, hurry.

PEOPLES' ASSEMBLY

PEOPLES' ASSEMBLY

What are you eating?

Candy, why?

-Give me some.
-No!

I want it all.

-But they always give me--
-No! I said no!

-Who always gives you, Luna?
-Everyone.

-Why do they give it to you?
-Because I'm pretty.

-Who told you you're pretty?
-Abba.

You're not pretty at all.

What a spoiled brat.

Didn't we say this would stop?

Do you see why I'm not leaving?

Because you'll be turning her
into a doormat again.

This isn't hard, Ephraim. It's all right.

Yes, and what business is it of yours?

My sister's health is important.

Ephraim…

I can do it.

Rosa, if I weren't here now,
you'd be in hospital from overworking.

I cook, clean, and do laundry all day.
Nobody's taking me to the hospital.

But if your sister doesn't help me more,
I'll be hospitalized.

May you live to 120, Mercada.

Come, Rosa, outside. Let's get some air.

Maybe your mother
should wash your feet then.

Oh, God in heaven.

This is the last bottle.
You need to get some more from the shop.

Cheers to your health, Rosa.

Please, Ephraim…

Tell me, Gavriel,

why don't you get some woman here,
to clean, to tidy up?

Arab women cost pennies these days,
and you're loaded.

Rachelika…

Thank you.

There are poor Jewish women as well.

Remember…
when we didn't have anything to eat,

you'd clean for the English by day
and the Armoza shop by night?

How much did you pay
for her then, Gavriel?

-We don't bring strangers into the house.
-So it's better to work Rosa to death?

-I'm all right, Ephraim.
-Yes, now, but for how long?

-Here, my pretty.
-I'm not pretty.

You, my dear?
You're the prettiest girl in the world.

No. He said I'm not pretty.

You said such a thing to her?

-Yes.
-But she's a child.

When I was her age,
nobody lied to me.

He didn't give me any candy.

Your daughter is spoiled, Gavriel.

You're not raising her properly.

She thinks she deserves everything
and is rude to her mother.

What will become of her when she grows up?

-Gavriel!
-Enough, Gavriel.

Enough. He's not worth it.
He's not worth it, Gavriel.

Don't let him get under your skin.

Oh, one more second,
I'd have slaughtered him. One second!

He's a snake.
He's doing it to you on purpose.

He wants to drive you crazy.
You're smarter. Don't let him.

For years, he's been here,
eating my heart out.

I'm going to him right now.
I'll tell him to take his things and--

-You're not going near him now.
-It's my damn house!

Do you want to have a healthy woman?

Rosa needs Ephraim by her side.
He's like oxygen to her.

Patience.

Patience, son.

He'll end up leaving.

And now that you have
a healthy and happy wife,

a ghost won't put a boy in her stomach.

Rachelika.

Rachelika!

You're hurting me.

Where are you going?

Guess.

Hanan gave you time. There's an hour left.

-Don't call him that.
-To us, he's Hanan. Is that clear?

So what now? Your friends
are gonna grab me from behind again?

You're a bastard.
You and your friends, you're just cowards.

-You're real big shots against girls.
-Listen, you have to return the gun.

-No.
-Do you know how much trouble I'm in?

So it's about you now?

Look, Rachelika, Hanan,
maybe you know him as a nice uncle,

but he's a dangerous man.

He's never been nice,
but he's family, and he'll never harm us.

Hanan put his honor on this,
and he won't stop.

Rachelika, I'm begging you,
just tell me where it is,

I'll get it, and we're done.

We're done?

-Yes, that's it.
-That's it? We're done?

No. You and I will continue
to see each other.

Who wants to see you anyway, Tzachi?

This is clearly not an accident.

You fought with anyone?

No.

BE A ZIONIST! BE A SOCIALIST!
JOIN MAPAI TODAY.

BE A ZIONIST! BE A SOCIALIST!
JOIN MAPAI TODAY.

Why this sign?

I was at the Mapai convention.

Ben-Gurion spoke there and we all got one.

I even took a picture.

What did you hang it up for?

What's wrong?
Do I have to start being afraid?

Of whom? Of the Revisionists?
Your brother's friends?

And if the store burned down,
what would we eat?

We sell delicacies here,
Gavriel, not politics.

Just because I'm a merchant
doesn't mean I don't think.

And this here is what I think.

It's my shop
and I'll hang whatever I like here!

Don't tell the girls. They'll get scared.

Ephraim.

-I didn't know if you were alive or dead.
-I know.

Look at me, Rosa.

Do I look dead to you?

You didn't just wanna see me, did you?

-I need you to do me a favor.
-You know I'll do anything for you.

I hope you'll say that even after
you hear what I have to tell you.

What happened at your shop…

-What are you talking about?
-The fire.

Was that you? You did that?

-Actually, people I sent.
-But why, Ephraim?

-That sign Gavriel put in the shop?
-It wasn't about Gavriel.

It's about who?

What are you doing?

Where is it?

-Where is what?
-What you took from Uncle Ephraim.

-Mom, I'm not following.
-Don't play games. I saw him earlier.

What did he give you
that you won't give back?

I can't say.

I'm your mother and you will tell me.

No. There's a reason
why he didn't tell you what it was, Mom.

Why did you even see him?
Can you tell me that at least?

-Do you know what he does?
-They're terrorists.

-It's your brother.
-What are you caught up in?

-What you don't know, you can't tell.
-For the last time…

-What were you doing with Uncle Ephraim?
-What you don't know--

The shop almost burned down to ashes!

-What shop? What are you talking about?
-The delicatessen, your father's shop!

And if you don't return it,
whatever it was,

the shop is just the beginning, he said!

I want you to swear…

to promise me…

on your mother's life, Rachelika,

that you're going to return
what belongs to him.

Where is it?

Rachelika, did you bring it?

Were you the ones who started the fire?

-No.
-Don't lie.

Rachelika, even if it's true,
I know nothing about it.

It's how we work.

It's yours.

What's this?

Uncle Ephraim told me to return it,

not in what condition.

We sweat blood to get weapons, Tzachi.

Another gun in an operation
can make the difference

between life and death sometimes.

I'm not done with her.

-I'll catch her, I swear.
-Why? What do you want from her, huh?

She's a child. Very smart and courageous.

I told her to give it back, and she did.

You should pay
for bringing her to us though.

No, no.

Stop, please. Don't do this.

Sorry… Sorry! Sorry!

If you meet friends we've lost,

don't tell them why you're there,
they'll make fun of you.