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I can have you go home.

You tell the IO exactly what happened to Ankheisi,

and by the end of Hanukkah, you'll be home.

- Go on. - Wait. It'll come to me.

Where did you get it from?

Open your mouth and shut up.

Hungry? I can make you a corn stew.

My last cellmate said it was the best thing he ever had in his life.

Who was it? Was he let out?

I just don't get it.

Are you punishing me 'cause you think I'm a monster?

You called the police on your son.

How can a person raise a baseball bat on his mother and then threaten to kill her?

I didn't threaten my mum.

I will decide if your mum and brother die or live. All right?

Who did it?

What is it you want?

I didn't say anything, and they fucked me up.

Baseball, you can help me solve a big problem.

It's about you sorting something out for us. Your cunt of a cellmate.

And you know what you do? Stab him. Quick, one two, no games.

I'll be waiting at 4:00 am.

Waiting for you to become a hero.

Where we going?

Someone here wants to settle a score with you.

What? Who?

What?

What? Hello? Hey, guard! What? Where are you going?

Sh!

Sorry for tying you up. Protocol.

- Fucking leave me alone. - I have to prepare you for what's coming.

I see you and Zorro are getting along.

Joking together in the cell.

But watch yourself. He's dangerous.

Yeah, I heard he beat up a girl.

No, no, that's not what I'm saying.

His previous cellmate, Shmuel Ben Achia,

was driven to insanity and then to suicide.

What are you saying?

He played with his mind, sweet talked him while injecting his veins with madness.

Shmuel Ben Achia, you know, he was best friends with Freddy Sussan.

Second-in-command before Chris.

But then there was… How can I say?

A bad thing.

Shmuel Ben Achia moved in with Zorro.

At first, he thought it was good. He liked Zorro.

They got on well.

But it only appeared that way

because Zorro had plans for his soul,

and he shattered it in such a way that he lost his will to live

and gave his soul to the creator.

You're bullshitting me, no?

No, I'm not.

Zorro loves corn, doesn't he?

After three months,

after giving Shmuel Ben Achia as much corn as he wants,

he also shows him that the lid of the can,

once it's open, is sharp.

So after playing with his mind, day in, day out,

and him feeling worse and worse,

he also taught him that a sharp edge against the vein

can stop the pain of life.

So he slit his wrists.

May peace be upon him.

Wait.

Move.

Sit.

According to the prosecution,

the defendant, Dean, son of Tamara Shaiman,

did not comply with the court order

and did not fulfil his obligations from the last hearing.

No streaming blood, no heart-rending screams.

You have failed to kill the wretched darkie.

Guilty or not guilty?

- Freddy, I… - Mayor.

Mayor.

I… I can't kill a human.

Give me some more time.

Please.

Please?

I'm finding it hard to trust someone

who threatened his mum with a baseball bat.

I never threatened my mum.

Baseball, listen.

You leave me no choice

but to appeal to your heart.

You see, your darkie mate killed my best friend Shmuel,

and I'll know no peace until he's dead.

Understand?

Freddy.

Do you hear me? Good. Now just listen.

I'm trying to be very clear, without spilling blood on my birthday,

that it would mean so very much to me if you stabbed your darkie friend today.

I can't seem to get through to you, though.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Freddy, calm down.

Freddy.

Maybe this makes things clear for you.

Young offenders is the most violent prison in Israel.

Everyone leaves there on stretchers.

It's a meat grinder, and the fact that I survived, it's a miracle, believe me.

By the skin of my teeth.

No, believe me. I really was a… marginalised kid. Know what I mean?

Oh, it seems I'm getting a vibe, like when a junkie lectures at school.

You know what I'm talking about? It's like when you're…

You're not prepared for it.

Between Jewish studies and PE,

we once had this junkie come to our school who tempted us to get stoned and left.

"We used to smoke lots of dope."

"And it was so dope."

"We used to smoke it in a broken bottle. Wisps of smoke…" Hello?

"Smoke that coats the lungs…"

After the lecture we scored from him.

"I take credit cards too, guys. It's okay, I work with…"

Anyway, they sent me away to be observed.

It was for three months. It's called "observation".

They're supposed to observe you all day.

Uh, but they don't actually observe you at all.

"Come here, go there."

Long story short, uh…

they sent me to a rehabilitation centre run by this Russian guy, Pinny Drori.

Man, I landed in heaven.

When I came to the Holy Land from the Soviet Union,

I changed name,

enlisted as a "lone soldier."

- The elevator goes up and down… - They took good care of me.

And now I'm giving back to the world because I'm grateful.

And gratefulness repairs a person's mental state.

- All day long… - Are you grateful?

You do realise what will happen if you end up in jail?

No.

They'll make you wear lipstick and a skirt.

Drink my coffee, eat my bread

Put a big helmet on my head…

Welcome home.

Then I start to work the lead…

Come on.

Roll call is six every morning.

After you've cleaned, tidied up, and got ready,

you repair everything yourselves.

Prepare the food, then you feed the animals.

This is your home, so no phones and no drugs, yeah?

And no alcohol. Got it?

That's it. I'm off. Now you have to take care of Django.

Take care of him? How?

He's addicted.

Hey, boy…

Glue

in the store.

CONTACT ADHESIVE

Thanks, little one. Thanks.

Where did Jackie take you?

What happened?

Freddy Sussan checked I hadn't ratted on him and Chris.

Was he convinced?

I hope so.

- What? - Tell me what happened.

You tell me first.

What happened with that guy? Got high on glue?

I will if you tell me what happened to Shmuel.

How do you know about Shmuel?

- Rumours. - Rumours, ah, rumours.

And?

You tell me first.

Three tons of glue in a few weeks. We broke the record.

But we were so obedient and docile that Pinny, Redeemer of Israel,

thought his method was working, so he said…

Dean, listen to what I say.

You came here with ADD

that could only be cured by an electric shock in a bathtub.

You're doing well, son. Working, alive, clean.

Dean, Dean.

Yeah, pride and joy.

I wish you could all be like him.

Now, get to work!

We all worked like slaves for that psychopath,

who counted government cheques

and wanted ten more villas that we built for him.

But like all generals, he went mad.

This is Naama.

Naama is fine.

Take good care of her.

If you see she's too hot,

just give her a shower.

- Hello? - Granny?

Dean?

I miss you, Granny. I love you.

- Hello? - I miss you and love you.

Grandma… When we gonna play chess, Grandma?

Dean, what's wrong?

- Is everything all right, darling? - Uh, Granny, I…

Why do you sound like that?

What's the matter?

Dean… Dean?

Hello? Are you still there?

Have you taken something?

What is it?

You little bastard.

- Look. - Ugh, get off.

- I'm not stoned. - You little junkie.

What have you done? Why?

Ugh, let go. I'm not stoned.

You were my triumph. You were like a son to me.

You know, you're just like the rest.

How could you be like this?

Come on. Get a move on.

The sun is setting on Sodom and Gomorrah.

Come.

I don't wanna get in.

No one here asked for your thoughts. Come here.

Get in.

Get on with it.

We will now kill the boy Dean.

The wasted junkie that he is,

the ungrateful liar.

Perhaps a new boy will be born,

a good boy who won't die at 20 because of glue

and will grow to be a man who manages to pursue his full potential in life.

Glorified and sanctified

be God's great name throughout the whole world,

which he has created according to his will.

May he establish his kingdom in your lifetime

and bring salvation and bring you closer to the Messiah.

The boy is dead.

A man is born.

Mazel tov.

Go.

How'd you get out of the grave?

You didn't? Are you coming from beyond the grave?

Your turn.

My turn? You finish.

That was the deal. Go on.

All right.

Shmuel, take them, love. Zorro, make sure he takes them all, okay?

Here. Take them.

Well done.

Shmuel? Shmuel!

Shmuel!

Shmuel? Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Shmuel!

Shmuel!

- Shmuel, wake up! - Code six, code six.

- I need a paramedic. - Shmuel!

- Wake up, Shmuel! - Get me an ambulance.

Why didn't you tell the whole story?

So that's it. He was hiding all his pills.

Hid them under his mattress instead of taking them.

Became depressed and then he cut himself.

Really?

Really.

Nice story.

Do you believe me?

What do you think?

Yeah, we're gonna have to get him in for a statement.

Well, you won't let me have a tangerine in peace. What now?

Thank you for--

If you start with thank yous, I've already lost interest.

Well, I, uh…

What's the matter?

Don't like kitchen duty any more?

You only eat white food, and the food here's too red?

I need… uh, I need to change cell.

- Didn't we speak about this? - Yeah, but… now it's really urgent.

Mm.

And why?

You didn't think this meeting through, did you?

Do you wanna explain and tell me why you'd like to change now?

But I just…

They tell me Zorro killed Shmuel Ben Achia.

I don't know what he'll do.

- And what's the worst? - I don't know.

I just know I haven't slept well for a few nights.

A few more days, and I'll go mad and start shitting the bed or something.

Hmm.

And how can I help you leave your fear behind?

Uh… Show me he didn't kill him.

Ah, okay!

And what would His Honour want? All the evidence from the scene?

The court should send you a signed statement?

- Uh, evidence from the scene's good. - I see.

All right, Dean.

We'll conduct this conversation like two people who respect each other.

So I understand what you're talking about,

so I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe.

But may I add that you are using up all my kindness.

That's fine.

You want?

You see what it says?

Shmuel tried to kill himself many times before he came to prison.

As I said, he's a good kid, Zorro.

You see? He didn't kill him.

Sadness killed him.

Don't you think I've seen this lie? Huh?

Shmuel was like a brother to me.

He told me that your cellmate is sick.

That he broke his mind, that he was scared of him.

Anyone who would smash a girl's head in with a rock is mad and should be dead.

I hope he dies, and I'll bring him a nice headstone.

And then we'll have somewhere to piss.

Who are you protecting? A psycho who murdered an innocent girl?

You'll gain respect if you kill him.

- If not, you'll get hurt. - Right. A good name.

- He doesn't deserve… - The prison wants him dead.

Chelli will throw a party for you on the day that you kill him.

A hero's party, a weekend in Eilat.

- You'll be loved if you do. - He deserves a death sentence.

- He deserves it. - No Israeli thinks otherwise.

- You can do it. - He's a bastard.

- He has to die. - Fucking right.

Dean, see what's happening now, man?

It's a shame, you see, but your mum, with her worn-out pussy,

and your little brother as well,

they shall get a visit and get lead in their stomachs.

Hello?

Dekel, how is everything? All right?

Everything's fine.

- Can I speak to Mum for a minute? - She's not here.

- Where is she? - No idea.

- So who's there? - No one.

Hello?

Dekel, can you go and lock the door, yeah?

- How come? - Just lock it.

- Do I have to? - Yeah. Shift.

- I locked it. - Fine.

When she gets home, tell her to visit me tomorrow, okay?

Mum said you were supposed to come home,

but 'cause you decided not to, she won't visit you

'cause you made a promise and didn't keep it.

Tell her she has to come tomorrow. That's all. Just tell her.

- Did she say when she's coming home? - No.

Right. I love you. Stay in now.

- Don't let anyone in. - All right.

Dean, just tell your friend to return the bat by Wednesday.

What?

I told him I need it for PE, so he can't forget.

What friend?

He's not your friend? They stole my bat?

- Yeah, yeah. I know what you're saying. - It's my bat, not yours.

Dad bought it for me from America.

- It's yours. It's yours. - Mine. It's mine.

All yours. He'll bring it back by Wednesday.

You the gallows man?

- Huh? - Freddy.

Has he made you my executioner?

- What about the girl? - Hmm.

- Drop it. - No.

- I said drop it. - No. You said that you'd tell.

- Not saying. - You have no choice.

You didn't do what they said, right?

And if you did, you had a reason, yeah?

Did they force you? Is it because you're Ethiopian?

Because you're Ethiopian? Huh? Answer me, you bastard!

- Leave me alone, for God's sake. - No! Why did you do it?

Did she rat you out for something you did?

No. Nothing.

What do you mean nothing? Someone must've made you do it, yeah?

Did she cause you trouble?

I didn't do anything.

She says she didn't do anything. What did she do?

I told you, I did nothing. Is that clear?

Hurt you? Humiliate you?

She didn't die on the spot, right?

She died because of something else, not you.

27 skull fractures, 66 bruises, 49 fissures.

Massive bleeding leading to death.

Someone made you do it, right?

- You couldn't have done this alone. - I did.

Did she insult you?

And you're ashamed to tell me? Ashamed?

I told you, white boy, I didn't do anything to him.

He smashed my head in for nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing…

Dean, stop it.

No! You deserve to die, you bastard!

Get the fuck off me.

Fuck off!

You son of a bitch!

What's going on here?

Come here! Come here, you darkie.

You're both going to solitary.

You really don't wanna live with my mum.

Dekel?

It's me, Mum.

Dean?

What are you doing here? What's wrong?

Is everything okay? What happened?

Uh…

he buried me.

What do you mean by that?

He put me in the ground. Buried.

What do you mean?

He buried me.

- Who buried you? - Pinny Drori.

- Pinny Drori buried you? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I see.

Dean, why don't you tell me the truth, just for a change?

- I'm telling you. - What happened?

Now tell me, did he kick you out, really?

- He buried me. - He didn't bury you, so what happened?

Did they catch you stealing again?

Did you steal something? What have you done?

I'm telling you. That guy is mentally ill. He turned us into slaves. He's a shit.

- The man's a genius, not mentally ill. - A genius?

- What did you do to him? What? - Come on!

- What have you stolen? - Idiot!

I can't take your lying any more. I can't take your lying.

- I'm not lying. - You're just like your dad!

- My dad? - You're turning out just like your dad.

- What do you mean? - What are you doing?

But my mum is an amazing person.

And she actually really did her best.

And I also, as a person who always did my best

and it was never enough, I understand her.

Honestly, she's always loved me unconditionally,

and as much as I make fun of her sometimes,

and sometimes I'm a little, uh…

sometimes I'm a little, uh…

I'm not mad at her.

I love her very much because, you know…

because…

But after all, because…

because, despite how I was raised, you only have one mother.

Or three.

Visits. Fallah. Cohen.

Herzl. Daddon. Gozlan.

Bardugo.

Asraf.

Dangor.

Shaiman.

Tassa.

May you celebrate each year

With a blessing and much joy

- May you leave and never return. - Amen.

- Amen. - I hope I never see you again.

What do you say, Chelli? Give him a blessing.

All three are his mother.

What do you mean?

- They're famous. They all did time. - I tell these boys…

They were with Chelli when she ran Neve Tirtza.

…married, have children…

Neve Tirtza is a women's prison where Freddy Sussan was born.

One of them gave birth to him, but only Chelli knows who it is.

- Next year, God willing… - Was he raised inside?

Hmm. He was born in prison,

was raised in prison, and he'll die in prison.

…here. Enough.

Next birthday, you won't be here. Like I said, may you leave and never return.

- Amen. - Our sweetheart.

- This looks good. - This looks very good.

Oh, yeah, of course. Yeah.

- There's plenty. - My number one.

Chelli, can I have a word?

- …home with us. - Yes, of course.

Sorry.

Who's that?

- I'm Tamara, Dean's mum. - Dean's mum. Right.

Uh, I just wanna say…

Look, I don't know why I called the police.

And I shouldn't have done that. You know that already. He's a good boy.

It shouldn't have happened. I was just…

I was afraid he'd get into serious trouble and end up with a bullet in his head,

and I couldn't handle his tantrums, to be fair.

- Mm-hmm. - See, I took him to see many consultants.

All had empathy, all geniuses,

but not a single one of them had anything useful to say.

All… all they said was either give him pills,

or hold him tight, or push him against the wall,

which is really easy to say.

But what can I do when he kicks me and calls me a whore?

Probably call the police and make him my responsibility.

Yeah, you're right.

- Come. - It's horrible what I've done to Dean. No…

Listen, I know I ruined his life.

- You haven't ruined his life. - I did.

And you didn't put him in jail. Come on, Tamara.

- We can have a chat. - But I ruined his life.

- If you could just sit with me. - No, I understand what I've done, yeah.

- Do me a favour. Sit down. - I know I ruined his life.

You haven't ruined his life, and you didn't put him in prison.

It was the court, and it was the police who brought him to court.

- The court put him in prison. - Listen, Chelli.

- It was me. I lied to him. - Please sit down.

And I fucked with his mind, and I realise that it was me.

I need you to come with me to the judge and tell them it was all my lies.

Okay? Tell them that his mum lied, and it's my fault.

And I need you to explain to him that his grandma isn't feeling well

because I just don't have the heart to do it.

- She is the only person he can tolerate… - Sweetheart, come on. Leave him alone.

- He no longer believes a word I say. - Mummy, you are doing him harm.

- You are doing him harm. Come. - No… Talk to the judge.

- Coming! - They'll eat him alive.

- I need you to talk to the judge! - Come on. That's it.

- Chelli! - Excuse me.

Bye, Mum.

Take it.

Like it?

Dean, it's Freddy.

What the hell, man? Why are you ignoring me?

Daniel.

Daniel!

Didn't you like my joke about the three mums?

- Open the door! - Wasn't it funny?

- I mean, everyone laughed. - Daniel!

Listen, man, you left me high and dry.

Come out. I'm here. Let's settle our business like men.

Come on.

Whoo! Waah!

How didn't they know Michael Jackson was a paedophile?

- Daniel! - Fucking hell.

Shamone!

- Daniel, open the door. - Come on, kids, here we go!

Door's open.

Da-da-da, da-da-da!

That paedophile, coverin' up his tracks.

Just bring him in.

What?

Yeah, bring him in.

Uh…

What's going on, Tully?

- Come on, sit here. - Why?

- Sit down. - What have we done?

- Sit down. Sit. - What for? Why?

Tell us what we've done.

- Why? Tell us? What are we charged with? - Shut up!

What's this bullshit all about?

Chelli wants you to make peace.

- Make peace? What did we do? - Keep your mouth shut.

And if you're not best friends by tomorrow, one of you is off to Brosh.

The elevator goes up and down

Up and down, up and down

The elevator goes up and down

All day long

Every mornin', I roll in bed

I drink my coffee, I eat my bread

Put a big helmet on my head

Then I start to work the lead

The elevator goes up and down

Up and down, up and down

The elevator goes up and down

All day long

Whoo! All day long