All language subtitles for The.Beauty.Queen.of.Jerusalem.S01.E13.2021.WEB-DL.1080p.ExKinoRay

Are you all right?

Yes.

I just had… Hmm.

What?

It's all right.

This is for your laundry.

It's not enough,
but I will pay for it all.

-Slowly, though.
-No, no, no, no.

Everything's fine. No need, Victoria.

I don't know what happened to me.

My heart broke into a million pieces.

And I drank way too much too.

I got possessed by the Devil.

You ironed for me.
You fed my children.

It's no big deal.

-It happens to everyone sometimes.
-It's all right. Don't worry about it.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

I don't.

Everything's all right.

You keep that. All's well.

God help me.

Please, I beg you. No.

I beg you. No.

I think I'm expecting a child.

When was the last time
that you bled, Rosa?

It's been…

It's been… two months.

I also have nausea, and I'm throwing up.

-You are with child.
-No.

No.

No, I don't want it.
I don't want it. I'm begging you.

A bastard is also a human.

Killing a baby
that's in its mother's stomach

is like killing a person.

Thou shall not kill.

My husband's been away
for six months. Even longer.

Sometimes, a man comes to his wife
at night when she's asleep.

She feels nothing, can't even recall.

My husband was in Beirut
when the Arabs were here and rioted.

Did the Arabs come into your home?

Ay, querida…

I have a demon in my stomach.
I don't want it. I don't want it. Please.

Please. I don't want it.

Oh, querida…

Please, I beg you.

I don't want it. I don't want it.

One teaspoon of this, once a day…

in very hot water, boiling even,

so that your mouth burns.

What's this?

You, it will not kill.
The child, it will. Well, God willing.

If God isn't willing?

If in a couple of days
you still haven't bled,

come see me again.

Hear thou God of Israel, our God…

Hear thou God of Israel, our God…

Shh…

If it hurts… bite down.

Rosa?

Rosa.

Rosa, it's late. Get up.

Rosa.

Rosa?

Rosa… get up.

Rosa.

Rosa!

Ima!

Rosa!

Mrs. Armoza?

Can you hear me?

How do you feel?

Your fever's down.

Here. Drink a little water.

You're pregnant. Were you aware?

No.

No.

No.

You, or someone else, tried to prevent it.

And it… it almost killed you, Mrs. Armoza.

But you'll be fine,
and God willing, so will the fetus.

Oh, God, please. This can't be happening.

Doctor, give me something.

For the pain?

Something that will kill me.

Please.

Is she all right, Doctor?

She, uh… She'll be fine.

She needs to eat well and rest a lot.

-Thank God. Thank God.
-And also… congratulations.

Thanks a lot.

Congratulations?

Congratulations for what?

May I?

-What?
-The ball.

You may not.

If you could just throw it…

Well, I can't.

I can't either.
The sign here says, "Stop. Border ahead."

Don't cross the border.

So, what? The ball is gone?

Thanks.

The ball slipped out of your hand?

What are you sewing, if I may?

A dress.

As pretty as the one
you wore at the kiosk?

It wasn't the dress
that was pretty, dummy.

Huh.

Well, that too.

Say, do you also make clothes for men?
I'll tell you why I'm asking.

There's a competition in Tel Aviv,
a dance competition.

They're only sending one couple
from Jerusalem.

They've already decided
on the male dancer.

Show-off.

And I need a nice suit.

They're still looking for the girl.

Guess who will be deciding.

No! What are you doing?

If this damn ball lands over here again,

I'm gonna murder it on the spot.

Enough. Why don't you give up?

-Let's dance, okay?
-What?

Dance.

-You and me?
-Exactly. Here.

-Luna, why would you wanna do that?
-Because I want to practice.

-To learn to dance.
-I want to learn too.

-So let's do it.
-No, Luna. To learn, like studying.

History, English.
I have a Bible test tomorrow.

I'm gonna play music really loud.
Hope it's okay.

Are you crying? What is it?

The music, I guess.

But, Luna, this music's supposed
to make you feel good.

This music reminds me of Matilda.

I keep crying because of it.

Come on.

-What?
-Let's dance a little.

-Don't you have a test tomorrow?
-Well, the music's too loud.

Rachelika, it matters a lot to me.
There's that competition in Tel Aviv.

At the kiosk. I saw the poster.
You wanna compete in it?

I don't know. Yes.

They dance at a very high level.

They practice at the kiosk every day.

Or is David your motivation?

He's definitely gonna compete.

Now, they're looking for a partner.

Isn't he dead to you?

Can't I dance with him anyhow?

Hmm.

And besides, to dump him,
I need him to be a little bit alive.

Little bit.

We don't have to. It's fine.

I have lots to do.

No, come on.
We'll begin, and it will stop.

Matilda taught me a little.
We have to count to eight.

Okay. Like this.

One, two, three-four-five,
six-seven-eight.

One, two, three-four-five…

-No, not like that!
-Then how?

-Follow me.
-Okay. I'll follow you.

One, two,
three-four-five, six-seven-eight.

One, two, three-four-five,
six-seven-eight.

One, two, three-four-five,
six-seven-eight.

-One, two, three-four-five…
-Yeah! Like that!

Yes! Like that!

Woo!

You've gotten better
so you're showing off?

What?

The ball doesn't fly over here anymore.

Whoops. It flew.

Look, about that dance competition
in Tel Aviv…

So you're making me a suit?

No. You said you were looking for a girl.

-And that you decide who it will be.
-I do.

Your search is over.

You?

-You don't dance.
-I'm practicing.

Yeah, I heard you and Rachelika trying to.

Who told you we weren't succeeding?

If you are, will you make me a suit?

No.

-What are you doing tomorrow morning?
-Why are you asking?

-Wait for me at the kiosk.
-Is it open in the morning?

-For me, it's always open.
-David…

What are you doing?

Uh… It… The ball went over there.

-It-- It's near you.
-And what about you?

Are there no more boys in Jerusalem?

How many times
have I told you not to speak

with anyone from that family?!

How many times do I have to tell you?!

Your parents won't allow it either!
At least, obey them for once!

May God strike the head off this family.

May God strike the head off this family.

Shalom.

Have you been waiting long?

No, I just got here.

Looks like
you've been sitting for a while.

Why is it, every time I meet you here,
you're insufferable?

And elsewhere?

Same.

Well, shall we start?

Before we start,
I want us to agree on something.

This isn't for free.

-What's not?
-My time here with you.

I mean, teaching you
and preparing you for the competition,

I'm charging you for that.

Sure.

You wanna know how much?

No. Tell me at the end,
and I'll pay you, okay?

Let's go.

-Go ahead.
-What do you mean?

I mean, dance.

Alone? I'm here to learn.

Luna, just do as I say. Dance. Come on.

-Well?
-Did I tell you to stop?

Tell me how I did.

Look, Luna, jive is a really happy dance.
You can go crazy.

Even so, it can't just be throwing
your hands and legs around.

-I wasn't just throwing--
-Enough arguing!

Head up.

One, two. Five and six. Seven and eight.

Touch. Touch. Seven and eight.

-One, two. Five and six. Seven and eight.
-Well?

-How is it?
-No talking while we work. One, two.

Well? How's this?

I said, don't talk while we're working.

Anat and Yaffa,
do you know who they are?

No.

The two leading contenders.

And you're very far behind them.
So if you wanna go to the competition--

I don't wanna go to the competition-
I will go to the competition.

Okay. Pay attention.

Slow, slow. Fast…

-Not good.
-All right, I'm learning.

Slow, slow.

Fast, fast--

Okay, I get it. I get it.

Okay, slow. Slow again.

Fast, fast, slow.

Slow, slow. Fast, fast, slow.

-Slow, slow.
-Slow, slow.

When I'm at the shop…

does Rosa… leave sometimes?

Sometimes she does go to Victoria's house,
or goes to your delicatessen.

And other than that?

Well, sometimes
she goes to Yehuda to get ice.

Hmm.

And when she goes to Yehuda,

does she come back quickly?

Everyone comes back quickly
when they get ice.

Otherwise, it melts.
Gavriel, what are these questions about?

Why didn't
she tell us she's pregnant?

It's not the first time.

When she was pregnant with Rachelika,
she only told Victoria at first.

What are you thinking?

Forget it, forget it. Never mind.

Tell me.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me." Enough!

You and your questions.

Gavriel, come eat!

I'm coming!

Come on, Gavriel!
The food's getting cold!

All right!

Gavriel, what's wrong?

I need to talk to you about what happened
when the Arabs broke into our house.

What? Rosa and Mercada didn't tell you?

Were you in the living room
the whole time?

Yes.

Us, the children…

And the two Arabs,
may their souls rot in hell.

And Rosa?

Rosa wasn't with you?

Gavriel, if you have something
to ask Rosa, then ask Rosa.

But I'm asking you!

What do you want from me, Gavriel?

The truth. I want to know what happened.

Was Rosa with you in the living room
the whole time, yes or no?

So where was she then?

Where was she, Victoria?

-He took her to the room.
-Who?

Where you and Rosa sleep.

-Who took her there, Victoria?! Answer me!
-The Arab!

Well?

Amazing. Very pretty.

Rachelika?

Nice, nice.

You are evil.

-Do you wanna play Queen and Slave?
-I don't know it.

Come on. I'll teach you. It's pretty easy.
I'm the queen, you're the slave.

You're the queen. Of course.

Everything I say, you say,
"Yes, my queen," and you do it.

Fine.

-Fine what?
- Uh, yes, my queen.

-Take this.
-Yes, my queen.

-Get down on your knees.
-Yes, my queen.

-Now cut from the bottom up to the top.
-What?

Friends, friends!
People! I request silence!

Quiet!

As you obviously all know,
this coming Tuesday,

there will be the dance competition
in Tel Aviv.

Unfortunately, Jerusalem
will be sending only one pair of dancers.

Our male dancer, that's no secret.

He has been a prominent performer
from the start here.

David Franco, come on up!

Please note,

David is going to dance
with the three finalists.

And then, he will choose
his partner for the competition.

David… the stage is yours!

Yaffa?

Woo!

Opa!

Now we move on
to contestant number two. Anat.

Now, David, please, we'd love to know,

who is candidate number three
to dance with you?

-Luna.
-Luna! Oh, my God!

Luna, please come to the dance floor
for the final dance.

Luna?

Cuckoo!

Say something.

Tango.

Well? Play a tango.

Yes! Let's go!
Give them a tango!

Woo!

-Good morning, Avram.
-Good morning, Gavriel. How are you?

Praise God.

How may I help you?

Listen. I, uh…

I have a friend. He… He's from Egypt.

He's here on business.
He needs a place to live for a few months.

An apartment. Something nice and clean.

And above all, it should be very spacious.

He has plenty of money.

I have something matching.

It's a little expensive,
but it's in Mea Shearim.

I'm telling you, he's coming from Egypt.

Do you think I'd put him
near the Ashkenazis?

No, of course not.

Not big enough…

I have something really luxurious,
and it's even close to where you live.

No, no, no. Not near us.

I don't want him
coming for dinner every evening.

Oh, you're right. You're right.

Look, every day, I get new listings.
Come back in a day or two.

I'm sure we'll find something
we all agree on.

Umm…

Other than that, how are you?
Is everything all right?

-You're expecting a baby?
-Yes.

Ah. With God's will, you'll have a male.
With God's help.

With God's help.

Really, this time, it's about time.

Bashar!

If I wanted this much sugar,
I would have asked for a baklava.

Such an idiot.

Avram was at the shop.

He told me you were looking
for an apartment

for someone who's coming from Egypt?

Nobody's coming from anywhere, Ima.

I'm looking for a place for myself.

I want a divorce.

-I want to end it with Rosa.
-No, no, no, no.

-That baby she has in her stomach--
-Did Victoria tell you?

Why didn't you tell me
what happened here with the Arab?

-I myself didn't know what happened--
-No, you knew.

You knew he took her to the room.

I hoped that would go
to the grave with me.

I never imagined that…

I can't touch her anymore.

I can't even look at her.

In our family, we don't get divorced.

What do you want?
To-- To give up everything?

-To give up Luna?
-Rosa is forbidden to me.

Forbidden to her husband by law.

God will forgive her.
He knows it's not her fault.

And me?

"And me?" Constantly "me, me, me"!

Enough! Enough of "me"!
Now we have to help her.

Don't forget that this is my house.

Do you want a healthy wife
who will give you boys?

A husband who divorces his wife
before she gives birth…

What will people say?

That she was promiscuous?
Unfaithful to him?

It's a big disgrace to you,
a big disgrace to the whole family.

And Rosa, the mother of your daughters,
how will she go outside?

How will she be able to show her face?

On the day she has to give birth…
I will deliver the child.

Not Fortuna and not Victoria, just me.

God gives and God takes,

and this baby will be taken
before it is given.

What do you want, to kill it?

Of course not. Don't say that. God forbid.

But yes, that's what we'll say,
that it's dead.

There are plenty of bastards
in Jerusalem, Gavriel,

and we have a solution.

There's an Arab woman in Shechem.

If you pay her, she takes the babies

and sells them to poor families
that have no children.

God forbid.

She profits from both sides, damn her.

Those she takes from
and those she gives the babies to.

A child from an Arab seed
should grow with Arabs.

What about Rosa? What will she say?

We'll tell her it died.

God willing, you'll have a male child,
a Jewish one, from you.

We are doing it for her, Gavriel.

She has suffered enough.

When the baby comes,
I want you by my side.

Of course I'll be there.

-And if not me, then Mercada or Fortuna.
-No.

You don't understand, Victoria.
You have to be there.

Promise me.

What's wrong, Rosa?

I'm afraid.

What are you afraid of, querida?

I don't know.

I'm asking you, Victoria,

promise me you'll be by my side
when I give birth.

That you'll take it out of me
and place it in my arms.

Please, promise me, Victoria.

I promise.

Rosa!

Rosa!

What's happened?

Have you seen Rosa?

No.

When I got up, she was already gone.

Did she tell you
something maybe?

-Was she going anywhere?
-No.

I haven't seen her.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa.

Rosa?

-Ephraim.
-I was about to kill you, you know.

What?

-I didn't know.
-You're like an angel.

Every time I die,
you come and restore my soul.

-Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?
-Who knew where you were?

I'm here now.

I'm here with you, back in our home.

-Are you staying here?
-Sometimes.

Why did you come here, Rosa?

I came here to give birth.

Here?

Cats don't have kittens here.

I ran away from home
to save him from Gavriel…

from Mercada.

I'm afraid to tell you this, Ephraim.

I'm afraid that if you know, you will…

Remember when you killed the Arab?

-It's not your fault, hermana.
-You were there. You know.

-It's not your fault.
-I won't give up on this.

Of course you're not giving up.
It's your child.

Maybe something happened to her.

She fell down or something.

Rosa.

Go inside now.
Drink water, and get some rest.

If you hadn't run to Beirut
when the Arabs started rioting here--

I didn't run.

If you hadn't run there,
the three of us wouldn't be sitting here.

You know what happened that day.

And you too.

I saw it with my own eyes.

And you, Gavriel,

instead of protecting your wife,
you were off bedding whores in Beirut.

My sister ran away from here
to save the baby in her stomach.

-She's afraid you'll do something to it.
-That's preposterous.

You have a reason.
The honor of the Armoza family.

I don't care about the honor
of the Armoza family,

but I care very much
about the honor of my sister, Rosa Siton.

When this baby comes,
you will be its father.

You will raise it and feed it.
And you know what, Gavriel?

You will love it,
because that's what a child needs,

his father's love.

And when you die,

he will get what he deserves,
just like Luna and Rachelika.

I wish you a long and healthy life,

but if one hair should fall
from Rosa or the baby's head, I will--

Then what?

What will you do, Ephraim?

I'll finish you, Gavriel.

And you won't be the first.

Ephraim!

-Ephraim, are you there?!
-Don't worry, hermana!

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

No more shouting!

Push. If you don't push,
it won't come out. Push!

Victoria?!

-Victoria!
-Rosa, I'm coming!

Victoria!

Careful so it doesn't crease.

What are you telling Abba and Ima?

Ima won't ask.
If she does, tell her I'm at work.

Abba only gets home in the evening.
I'll be back by then.

Are you sure?
When does the competition begin?

At two.

Rachelika, not a word. No one can know.

Best of luck.

Does your mother know
you're going to Tel Aviv?

Yes, but she doesn't know
I'm going with you.

Today, at about 1:00 p.m.,

bombers over the skies of Tel Aviv
released many bombs on the city.

Many homes were damaged.

Fire brigades
are trying to control--

-What happened?
-Shh…

They sent us home from school.
They told us to go home--

Rachelika, let me listen.

…bombing threats
against other cities too.

There are currently 50 dead

and many injured.

-Which town?
-Police call upon citizens--

In Tel Aviv, planes are dropping bombs.

-What?
-We shall repeat the message.

Today, at about 1:00 p.m.,

bombers over the skies of Tel Aviv
released many bombs on the city.

Many homes were destroyed,

and fire brigades are trying to control
the many fires that are burning.

The police call upon citizens…

Rachelika.

What is it, Rachelika?

-Ima, I'm scared.
-It's far, Rachelika. It's in Tel Aviv.

Jerusalem is holy.
They won't drop bombs on us.

For them, it's also holy.