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Turn down the air conditioner, fan, sick, Monopoly,

hand grenade, thyme, Yom Kippur, New Year's Eve.

Girlfriend's period.

Blow jobs, older women, Hitler, Hitler, Portuguese,

Olympics, Paralympics, older women giving blow jobs.

Ahh-ah! Turn down the air conditioner.

Fan, sick, Monopoly, stand-up comedian, singers, thyme,

Ritalin, better for Igor.

Ba, Beth, Igor…

Bald head.

Pew!

My dad's left and Mum's nursing me with a cigarette, I'm like, fsst!

Suckin' the nipple, blowin' smoke…

My dick may be small, but it's skinny.

Growing up, everybody in my school was on Ritalin.

I used to take a lot of Ritalin throughout my childhood.

But the thing here is ADD isn't actually a thing.

Ritalin is a drug, you know? To make you not care.

Like, have you ever been in a fight and said, "I can't be bothered to fight"?

I'd go wild if my Ritalin was ever taken away in school.

To disrupt, to go wild, to disrupt.

There's a difference.

Wild is when you're at home and you're traumatised, going, "Aah! Aah!"

Fits of rage.

They'd shoot the Ritalin at me like a bear tranquilliser.

They gave me Ritalin during class.

It only hit me at break time, and I'd never go back into class.

I spent almost the whole time at school just constantly sittin' there,

starin' at the security guard, you know?

He'd tell me these stories that I'm still not sure how my little soul

could take them as a year-four baby Dean.

He told me all sorts of stories. "Yeah, I killed transvestites in Russia."

"For real? For real, Igor?"

"Are you for real, Igor?"

In the same breath, he would tell me the most boring bullshit. Banal bullshit.

"Man, did I ever tell you about my hair?"

Huh?

"Did I ever tell you that I once had a bob cut?"

"Huh?" "How I really miss my hair."

Now, I was hungry and my mum wouldn't make me any food,

so one day, he brought me these sandwiches.

"Hey, I've got something here for you".

- Take it. - I won't.

Okay, shut up and open your mouth.

Fucking leave me alone.

- Why? What do you care? - I care.

Why not? It's not shameful to take it.

Your teachers say it'll help you. It'll calm your nerves down.

- I didn't make this up. - I'm not taking it.

- Not this pill, not the morning pill. - Sh… Quiet.

Are you willing to try?

- No. - For a month?

And who'll protect you if I get hooked on this brain number?

- You're not in a good way, you know that? - Sure, and you're completely sane.

Good night, Mum.

Good night, darlin'.

Hello. Tamara Shaiman? Dean Shaiman's mother?

- Yeah, but… Hold on. What is it you want? - We've got a search warrant.

Ordered by the court.

A search warrant? Why? What's that about?

Why have you got a search warrant?

- Hi. Good evening. - Hi. Sorry, what is this warrant about?

Hi, uh, excuse me? Hello?

- Good morning. - Good morning, Dean.

- Rise and shine. - Hello, Dean.

I'm Renana. I'm the social worker.

These officers are going to search your house.

- They have a search warrant. - Hold on.

- Dean, get dressed, please. - Mum, what's happening?

You haven't done a thing. Can you stop and tell me what's going on?

Dean, get dressed. Mum, take the little boy into another room.

Relax. We'll do a quick search and take him into custody.

- What? - Come on, darling.

Take the little one out.

- He shouldn't see this. - It's okay. He's with me.

- You're under arrest. - Mum, tell them I didn't do anything.

I know you didn't do anything. Listen, you're making a mistake. Okay.

- Let's go. - Come on, Dekel.

- Oh no! - Please!

Move it, Dean. Come on.

I changed my mind and told them not to come.

I only called because he scared me for a few minutes.

- We're leaving. - That's my brother's. Leave that.

- We have a search warrant. - What's a search warrant?

The court says we can search your house.

Search for what? I didn't do anything!

You wanted to be a man? Be a man.

Listen, man. I'll go like this.

- I'm not getting dressed. - Johnny, go easy. He's a pup.

Mum, come here.

Mum! Get the boy a bag.

Put in a shirt and trousers, underwear, a coat.

It's cold in Abu Kabir.

- Let's go pack a bag. - Don't worry, Mum. I'll be back.

Don't worry. They'll understand they made a mistake and bring him back.

It's all right. Everything will be all right.

Keep the mother here.

Stay there.

Come on.

Sh.

- Dean! - It's all right, Dekel…

- Come here! - Let go, you bastard!

- Dean! - Cool it.

- You're crazy. - Let him go.

- Let go! Let go of me! - Easy, Johnny!

Get off me! Let go!

- I don't wanna hurt you. - Let go!

- Sh. It's all right. - Get off!

Come on, get in.

- Dean! - Get in.

Ah! For fuck's sake.

The meter's runnin', yeah?

Manny, can you give me an update? Where are you?

Dean Shaiman, Maoz Aviv, no bodily harm, on our way.

Okay, get all the evidence down to young offenders.

Standing by.

Why did you come to my house?

Was it my mum who called you?

She's insane and a liar. How can you believe her?

Hey, kid! Come here!

For God's sake, kid, have you got my lighter?

Just give it to me!

- I can see it in your eyes… - Whoa, whoa!

- All right. - Give it to me!

Okay, okay, take it easy.

♪ Love you all the time ♪

♪ Swing low, aim high ♪

♪ Don't go deep fry ♪

♪ Please try, so shy, don't cry ♪

♪ Love you all the time ♪

♪ Why do I love you so? ♪

So where are your clothes?

- Don't have any. - ♪ I don't know ♪

♪ Real slick, don't kick ♪

♪ No trick, let's stick ♪

♪ Out of sight, stay the night Hold me tight ♪

♪ I love you all the time ♪

Never had a handjob from a whore, have you?

I can help you out.

- How? - Don't worry.

I can sort you out in a minute.

I mean, they're not in perfect condition.

You've got Amna the terrorist there, the one who blew up our families.

- She's also an option. - Thanks.

Okay, I'd hate to see you go inside without knowing a woman.

I'll be going home. I'm not going inside.

- I've got no money either. - It's a treat. Don't worry.

I've got seven sisters.

They're milking me daily for hashish and pearls.

I'll feel good just knowing the money's spent on a good cause.

Which one d'you want?

- Do you need to make a phone call? - No, I'll be going home.

You have one minute.

Hello?

How's it going, Grandma?

How are you, sweetheart? Are you on your way over?

Uh… did you speak to Mum?

No. Why?

Nothing. I…

I can't hear you, sweetie.

Uh… take the one o'clock bus so we can eat at Kadoori before the film starts,

and call when you get to the station so I won't be worried.

Hello?

Grandma, uh… it turns out I can't come over today.

Oh. Why not? What's wrong?

No… Nothing. I…

I think I can come over next Tuesday.

All right, my darling.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah. Could be worse. I could be dead.

- Okay, my funny boy. Bye! - Bye.

Yeah, so, yeah…

Don't mix with the people in there, all right? All right?

Little further, Dean. That's it.

Did I get the wrong address?

Didn't you call for a stripper?

Yeah, you're right. Yeah.

Yeah, that's the thing, really.

- Didn't really know. - So what you in for?

- Why you smilin'? - Six months, but I reckon…

You're not returning to your block empty handed.

I already told you, I'm not your lackey.

You really think Freddy will let you wander around this block

without you doing what he tells you?

Haven't you had enough of Freddy?

I have. Listen. I'm not going back to Ofek.

I'm going straight home from court.

Who do you think you are? Some prince? Whatever you want will come true?

I'm God, so I'll decide, and the scales won't tip in your favour.

Whatever you say.

What's up, man?

What's your name?

You're a kid, aren't you?

- Dean. - Ankheisi.

Nice, man.

Do you know what to expect in jail?

Ofek is a rough place.

Mm, what's Ofek?

Young offenders.

- Were you there? - I was.

- Why are you going back, then? - I'm not, God willing.

I believe they'll let me go today.

I hope they'll let you go too because you don't look like prison material.

Don't worry about me. I'm going home.

Great. We'll go out for ice cream.

I'd think about puttin' on some clothes.

Classy.

- Suits you. - It fits really well.

Found yourself a pet, Ankheisi?

Yeah, yeah!

- Get off him, arsehole. - What did you expect?

What did you expect?

Come here.

Listen… I won't let you recruit him. Do you understand me?

Fucking get up.

I have principles, so I won't do you now 'cause you're unarmed.

But leave this kid alone. Do you understand what I'm tellin' you?

Understood?

- Arsehole. - You fucking…

Hah.

Are you okay?

Days are numbered, kid.

So they brought me to court. Here we are.

Listen carefully. I'm in court. I was 13 years old.

They took me to court. I had this record.

And I'm telling you, the typist taking the protocol,

she had to lift her head up from her computer for the first time in her life.

Brrrrr! My criminal record came up. She looks at the record, then at me.

She sees a 12-year-old boy. Brrrr!

They sent me this lawyer, a public defender, a real schlumper,

and I'm telling you, I knew I was done for.

He puts a pen in his shirt and gets ink stains in the pocket, yep?

The moment I saw him I said, "Looks like I'm gettin' life for this shit."

All rise.

Do you understand what they're saying?

Sorry. There was nothing I could do.

Too many charges, too many indictments.

- You're going to prison now, to Ofek. - You're shittin' me, yeah?

No.

Because my mum called?

She called, but that's not why, Dean.

I can't refute all the evidence presented here.

I'm sorry, but you're going to jail.

Why jail? Fuck them. You're out of your minds.

It's your fault, you lying bitch. You rat.

- You told them. - It's all right.

- What did you fucking tell them for? Why?! - Easy, easy.

- Why, you bitch? - Calm down!

- Why? Help! She's insane! - The boy's hysterical.

You don't know her. She's a liar and on steroids.

You're a bitch.

Who do I give his bag to?

Let me tell you a story. I'll start at the end.

- You with me? - Yeah!

Uh, when I was a teenager, I spent four years in prison, all right?

I can tell you're not impressed, since you were in for much longer than me.

So I was a teenager. I spent four years inside.

Three of them in young offenders.

So they saw I was good and promoted me to Barcelona, but, uh…

…I spent a good season there.

And how did I get over there? Uh…

Like always, my parents were very supportive.

Honestly, as much as my mum was problematic, yeah,

and she was, but when I was ten,

it was then she decided she was going to help raise guide dogs.

There's nothing to eat, and there's absolutely nothing at home.

I had no father, but we raised a dog! It was a cute labrador.

And you get attached to it, and then after a year

they take it away from you to give to a blind person.

It's almost like my life has been one big tale of heartbreak.

It's as if she'd read the book "How to Raise a Psychopath…

in Five Simple Steps."

I like leaving my audience wanting no more…

You know?

Just leave the show saying, "He's killed me."

Get in, get in.

- Dean? - Yeah.

- Where's your bag, kid? - I don't have one.

A boy without a bag?

No bag.

Keep going.

86, heading out.

All right?

Yeah. I was sure I was gettin' out of here.

Just a bunch of bastards.

Yeah.

But it's all right. If I can just…

If I can hold it together in Ofek,

behave myself like a good lad, I'll be getting out of there.

Well, I'd better. One month and I'm done.

Hope so for your sake.

Good show you put on. Not bad.

NO ENTRY

WOMEN AND SISTERS

Nice road to Ofek, huh?

How'd you become an offender? All this reading.

Do I look like an offender to you? The word is criminal, if that's all right.

- What's the difference? - Heaven and Earth.

Offenders hurt people who don't deserve it.

- And criminals? - Have codes.

Don't go for the weak.

I mean you can rob a bank, rob a shop, make a living, do whatever.

But don't go attacking an old lady on the street, you know what I mean?

It's bad luck. No glory.

Glory?

Glory.

What's happening with you and your mum?

Nothin'. Leave it.

All right.

Wow, look at that.

- Yeah, amazing. - Incredible.

Then you see hundreds of thousands of gnu crossing the river.

- Yeah, it's… it's insane. - Mmm.

- Beautiful. - You were scared, weren't you?

It's not scary, Miri. It's nature.

So beautiful. What's there to be scared of?

Hey, cutie. What's up? How was school?

Hey, Dean.

Huh?

Was it all right?

At least come say hello to our guests.

Dean.

Dean!

- Dean! - Go fuck yourself.

It's a hellish age.

Their hormones go wild, and they turn into baboons.

Do all baboons keep a gun in their backpack?

So he has his moments. Big deal.

Everyone has their moments.

They're not moments.

One day he'll lose it and hurt you both.

All right.

- Yeah, let's keep going. - Hey, listen.

- Listen. - What?

I was in the army with this guy, Pinny Drori.

He's just started this rehabilitation shelter for kids…

What shelter, huh? You think I'd send my son to a shelter?

He's a great guy, really, and he'll set him straight.

All right.

SHAIMAN

I'm putting it in your bag next to your books.

- Fuck off. - You take it now or you die today.

- I'm not joking. - Get back to your seat.

- Fuck off. - Back to your seat, all right?

- What'd he say? - Nothing.

Watch it, you two.

Not another word, all right?

Why didn't you say?

Him and his boss, Freddy Sussan,

have been trying to get me locked up for a year.

- Why's that? - Long story.

Why didn't you tell him?

You never grass in prison.

- I would never grass. - Don't be so sure.

They'll dehydrate you for 16 hours

and then put a can of Coke in front of your eyes.

So why didn't you just take it then?

Being a pawn for someone is the worst thing, for sure.

Okay.

But you're small, though, aren't you?

So you have to work harder to stay alive. Know what I mean?

There's no God inside. No dad, no mum.

Just daggers and danger.

You're a poet, huh?

Don't you worry. I'll look after you, all right?

I'll ask officer Chelli to put us in a cell together, all right?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Sure. Most important thing is who your cellmate is.

It's all right. I'll look after you, I promise.

- A real promise, huh? - Promise, on my mother's life, I swear.

PRISON SERVICE

That's Zion Zorro.

Psychopath. A cold-blooded animal.

What d'you mean?

Killed a girl with a rock, spilled her brains out.

- Really? - Yeah.

Does everyone get to go out in the yard on their own?

- No, only His Honour. - How come?

He's under protection.

What d'you mean?

It means that he's got trouble with everyone,

and everyone wants him dead,

and so the prison service is babysitting him.

It means no one can enter his cell,

he can't get visitors, doesn't meet a soul.

That's it, but he had it coming.

He's fucked up, completely sick, no codes.

Uh, shalom. Uh, my son's in there, and I need to give him his things.

Doesn't work like that. There are visiting hours.

No. My son is in there, and he doesn't even have underwear.

- I need to give him… - We have rules.

- Okay, listen… - There's a time to bring…

Call someone, won't you, and tell them that a mother needs to come in

and give her son his things.

Warden. There's a mother at the gate with a bag for her son.

Okay. What do you need from me then?

She's asking to give it to you.

Tell her this isn't junior school.

I'm begging you, Warden.

The boy hasn't even got a change of underwear.

I've brought him a bag. He has nothing to wear.

You won't let me explain the situation.

The boy was brought in here naked without his bag. He has nothing to wear.

Warden Jackie to the infirmary.

Warden Jackie to the infirmary.

Why are you back in here?

I tried, Warden, I swear.

I feel a year older every time you come back in here.

I tried. I really did.

I even gave a nice warm welcome to the new boy for you.

It's the new me. Kind, nice, a good guy.

I missed you, but it would be better for all concerned if you never came back.

- I swear, I missed you as well. - Lucky us. You're a real romantic.

- I'm Chelli, the main prison warden. - Dean.

Do you know what being in here means?

There's a 96% chance of returning for sure.

You go in and out, in and out, just like your offender friend here.

Criminal.

For God's sake, Dean Shaiman. Your file isn't encouraging.

You read my file?

- Respect. Do you read everyone's? - No.

Only the national chess champions'.

Do you really wanna waste your life like this?

My life here will be much better. Believe me.

Warden, do us a favour, love, and put me and Dean in the same cell.

You been inside before?

Come on, at least in the same block. Spare the kid's life.

Get rid of them. I'll take care of the new boy.

- Hang on. What's happening here? - Don't grass and ask for cell block X.

Don't worry. I'll watch your back. It's all good. Don't worry!

Come on. Let's go.

Who's that?

Welcome home.

The National Theatre.

Bar restaurant.

Airport.

There's a drama room at the end of the hall.

It'll do you good. I can tell.

Yosef.

Bring him a mattress.

in the morning, admittance will try and find him a room.

I'm fully booked, so…

…hope for the best.

Warden! Warden.

Warden, you owe it to me that I share a cell with Ankheisi.

Watch yourself, Shaiman. The only thing I owe is income tax.

- Sorry, I'm just… - Warden!

- I have to be with him. - Warden!

- Otherwise I'm dead. - Chelli!

I'll be killed in here. Please! Please. He'll protect me. Please.

- Come. - Warden!

Uh, yeah.

When admittance comes in tomorrow,

ask them to get little Dean Shaiman

and put him in a cell with Ankheisi.

Even if it means moving inmates around.

Warden, the visitor is still here.

She's begging to speak to you.

All right, let her speak.

Give it.

Hel… hello. Thanks so much for talking to me so late at night.

It's okay. I don't have a life.

Is it possible for me to see you?

- No. - And Dean?

He's my son.

We have visiting hours especially for that.

Okay, I'll just give you his stuff, and I'll… I'll get going.

Leave the bag at the gate.

Ankheisi!

Ankheisi!

Ankheisi!

Guard! Guard!

Ankheisi!

Open your mouth.

Freddy, come on. Freddy.

They leave their cells every morning at six,

and apparently that's what happened.

It happened five or six minutes after we let them out.

All right.

Put him in the cell with Zion Zorro.

He hasn't had a cellmate for years.

Put him there. He can't be wandering around the cellblock. He saw it all.

They'll eat him alive within the hour.

- I'm comin' out. - Keep your mouth shut, boy!

- Wait, hold on. Hold on a sec. - Not a word, kid!

Hear that, brother? Nothing!

Keep your mouth shut, yeah?

Yeah, you're next!

You didn't see nothin', did ya?

- You didn't see nothin'! - Nothin'! Oh!

Hey, over here! Bring him here!

No, it's my turn! Hey!

Screw! In here! Bring him here!

Oh, you left him by himself? No!

See you soon!

That was Daniel Chen!

Thank you very much!

Next up…

Yeah! I owed the guy 170,000. I returned every penny.

Dean Shaiman. It's Freddy Sussan. Remember me?

Man, it's not easy gettin' hold of your number.

You've become famous now, eh?

I'm out now,

and we have some unfinished business, don't we?

So it's time to settle the score.