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

- What? Who? - I see you and Zorro are gettin' along.

But watch yourself.

His previous cellmate, Shmuel Ben Achia,

was driven to insanity and then to suicide.

What about the girl? Answer me, you bastard!

I'm trying to be very clear

that it would mean so very much to me if you stab your Black friend today.

I miss you, Granny. I love you.

- Who buried you? - Pinny Drori.

- I can't take your lying. - I'm not lying.

- You're just like your dad. - What do you mean like my dad?

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

It'll do you good, I can tell.

- Who's first? - What about the new boy?

Wanna come up? All of these stars have already shone on this stage.

Listen, I know I ruined his life. I need you to come with me to the judge

and tell them that his grandma isn't feeling well

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

Keep your mouth shut. If you're not best friends by tomorrow,

one of you is off to Brosh.

Dean, it's Freddy. What the hell, man?

- Why are you ignoring me? - Just bring him in.

Freddy.

I'm Aliza.

- Freddy Sussan. - Nice to meet you.

- Funny. - It is.

- What a joker you are. - Who are you?

I'd rather not… talk about this in front of your wife.

- It's disrespectful. - It's all right. You can go ahead.

I'm not his wife.

- You're not? - That's right. Go on.

You owe me 380 shekel.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

- Are you serious? - Oh, I'm totally serious.

The pipe deliveries, remember?

- Pipes? - Mm-hmm.

- What? How'd you come up with that? - How'd you think?

The merchandise, the courier,

20 years of interest, 380 shekel.

Okay, that's fine. Look, I need…

I need, uh… Can I have the details of your bank?

- I'm only joking with you. - He's only joking.

- Only having a laugh. - Huh.

- Relax! What's your problem? - My problem?

- Hah! Thought you was a comedian. - Uh, so, um… how do you know each other?

- How do we know each other, Dean? - Daniel.

Ah, Daniel. Yeah.

Ah, uh… Freddy, I know… We worked together doing renovations.

Ah, yeah. Construction.

Ah. Uh, renovations.

- Okay. - Long time ago.

I, uh… Going for a pee-pee.

Nice woman you've found there.

So why are you so uptight?

Well, what about you?

What you doing these days, huh?

Travelling locksmith.

Yeah?

Do you believe it?

That's good.

So you're out of trouble, then.

So tell me, what's going on with Mum, Mum and Mum?

She passed away. May she rest in peace, in his name.

- Sorry to hear that. - Mm.

Your mum, how's she?

She's fine, thanks.

Cigarette?

No, no thanks. My wife's waiting outside.

Listen, man, it's good to see you. Yeah?

See you around, as they say, no?

And I swear, I only came for a laugh.

I'm glad you came.

Listen, uh…

You in touch with any of the boys from then?

Whoever's alive, you know?

- Half of them have been murdered. - Half of them murdered?

Some of them in prison. Do you remember Chelli's nonsense about…

What was it? Ah…

- Percentages. - 96% don't survive, right?

- Yeah. - Ah.

She probably knew what she was talking about.

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Not everyone changed their name.

- Know what you mean. - Good to see you, joker.

Hey, do you know what happened

with Zorro?

You're asking me?

- No idea. - No?

Nah.

If you don't know where he is,

he's probably six feet under, mate.

Take care, yeah?

- Huh? - What?

Take care.

Yeah, I will.

See you, Daniel.

Bye, Freddy.

Warden Jackie to the infirmary.

Warden Jackie to the infirmary.

Hey.

What's up with you? Are you scared of me?

Okay.

That's fine, okay?

You don't have a choice. It's only a small cell.

Good morning, boys. Did you make up?

Grandma, I'm sharing a cell with a psychopath.

You need to calm down,

and I'll look into what can be done, all right?

- Do you hear me? - Yeah.

I'm coming to see you, all right? Until then, don't go back to your cell.

Find somewhere else to be.

I'll be there soon, my darling.

- Bye for now. - Bye.

- Yeah. - One thing, I want in there…

- Life's always liked me… - Yeah, yeah.

- Do you think that's how it should go? - So…

- Nah, come on, man. - Hey!

Read any books?

Man, what the fuck?

Dean, yeah?

- I think it might work better… - Let me guess… Mmm….

Trafficking women?

Nah. Okay.

Genocide?

No…

Hmm.

It was drug possession with intent.

Warmer.

That's it, I give up. How'd you get here?

In a Lamborghini.

Next time, let me know if you need a lift, and I'll pick you up.

Ready?

You should. It's a safe space here, I promise.

Bars and everything.

- Okay? - I just don't trust the others.

Okay…

What if it's just you and I?

You're "other" as well.

Yeah.

All right, let's make a deal.

Just play along with me once, and then I'll leave you alone, huh?

Play along with what?

Exercises that always work.

Exercises?

I know that one of the main problems in your life is your mother,

and believe it or not, you're not the only one.

- Thanks. - Don't mention it.

So what I'm gonna do is this. I'm gonna sit in front of you here,

and I'll pretend to be her for a little while.

So you can tell me anything that's upsetting you.

Why is that amusing?

- Even she isn't able to be herself. - Really?

Huh. So you think it's gone that wrong?

Yeah.

Okay, if I can't be your mum, then I'll be Sunny Bracha.

How do you know about Sunny?

They actually called him "Sunny".

Sunny Bracha. Please don't tell him that I mentioned him.

These names, I mean, the parents were like,

"What shall we call him? What about something stupid?"

Why Sunny? Why call him that? What's wrong with you people?

Sunny. Is he a boy, or is he a motorcycle?

"Sunny…"

- Lusha. - What?

Come here, love. Come and sit here.

Have a seat. Hey.

Dean, this is Sunny Bracha.

Sunny Bracha?

Talk to him. Tell him how you feel about him making you a criminal.

Sunny never made me into a criminal. We were brothers. We were.

Sunny rescued me from the boredom of life, because to be honest…

You were quick yesterday. What's wrong?

Nothing!

…I didn't have anywhere to be, or anything to do.

My life was pretty fucked. But Sunny?

Sunny was living the dream.

He was a criminal, famous all over town, and he was kind.

Also no dad, like me.

And his mum was half with us, like mine.

The kid was the biggest thief I've ever seen. A terrible match.

I said, "I've gotta meet him. I have to meet him."

I felt like I had to meet him, of course.

You wanted to be like me. Obvious.

Of course. Look how handsome and noble you are,

there with your leopard-print hat

and your kingly robe and that spot on your face.

But to be honest, yeah, I wanted to be like Sunny.

But Sunny was no idiot. He wouldn't just befriend anyone.

I knew that if I went up to him and said, "I wanna be like you,"

he'd just laugh.

So what do I do?

So how do you meet a thief?

Create a story, and he'll come.

So I spread a rumour that I was stealing, and he came.

It's nice.

I feel this cool atmosphere. Suddenly, you're like,

"Do tell us more about the stealing…"

I heard about you. Didn't picture you this tiny.

Small and white is a blessing in our line of work.

This face you see? So cute.

I can steal anything you need.

Yeah.

Listen, it was a match made in hell.

It was a really bad match. One of the worst in my life, for sure.

Turned out he was a thief, but he was a real pro.

I have to tell you, he was the worst mentor I ever had.

We would steal, on average, no exaggeration, 60 wallets a day.

Statistically, I stole a wallet from someone you know.

Okay?

And I don't regret it.

Just don't judge me. I've already been judged.

Hear me out.

Sunglasses, credit cards, electrical appliances.

After three months, I'd built my mum a pool in the garden

with a pissing baby fountain.

Just pissing.

And then, every morning, we'd go to the water park,

me and Sunny, we'd go to the water park.

We'd sneak into the water park, and I'd get him…

So he would help me.

You know, they call it a "thieves' ladder".

But he did it so professionally. "Put it there, that's how it's done, mate"

He'd help me into the water park, I'd get into the water park,

and I tell you, yeah, I was an innocent-looking boy.

I still am. Imagine me then, so sweet,

and I'd be grabbing wallets and throwing them out to him.

I'd grab anything. A date, nick some thongs, no values.

I'd go up on the, uh…. big water slides,

and jump the queues, say, "I was here first."

I'd take a wallet, and from there, move on to Luna Park.

Yeah, in Luna Park, you can sneak right in.

Tack-tack, climb up the pole, and there's a big wall with loads of shards of glass.

Wow, it was so hard to get over. You have to… Hup! You're now in Luna Park.

Once inside Luna Park, we would be wearing these hoodies.

Not suspicious at all.

Wow, Luna Park was the same thing every single day.

There was this ride called "Tagada". Have you heard of it?

So there's this area right there, and then there's some music there,

and before they go in, people would have to deposit their bags into an open box.

How very secure.

Then, they would get on for exactly eight minutes, like clockwork,

where they can't get off the thing.

What actually happens is that they're starting to enjoy themselves,

and suddenly they see us all stealing all of their…

They can't do a thing about it. There's songs from the '90s…

…and meanwhile, we're taking apart their bags in front of their faces.

And they can all see us! "Hey, you bastards!"

And we didn't stop there.

Then we also started getting season passes for all these swimming pools.

It's all old ladies with their heads bobbing out of the water.

"Oi, Rochelle, dear, so nice to see some young people here too."

"It's great seeing you too, ma'am."

As she turns, I grab her purse, grab all the old women's purses…

Sorry, everyone, and I'm sorry, God.

It's okay, yeah, yeah, it's in the past.

And anyway, I take the old woman's purse. It's one of those square-shaped purses.

The old ladies always did this thing

where they would write their credit cards' PINs inside their wallet.

"Now listen, Rochelle, It's numbers four, eight, two, five."

So once we had these wallets, we'd get so excited. "Yeah. Yeah!"

Yeah!

We'd hug then.I'd go, "Yes!"

He'd say, "Don't mention Satan. He'll appear."

"But we're Satan. Don't you get it?"

But then.… then we became fearless and greedy.

My friend's rich parents, the ginger, yeah?

They took the family on holiday over to the Seychelles.

You know you're better off without me…

And I had my eye on something his dad was hiding in the attic.

Tell us the truth.

I'll leave my ass in the mornin'

Before the earth will take me back

I think I just might share the news

With every creature, add the years

Dogs bark at me, but I don't mind them

They're just doing their job

I think you're better off without me…

'Cause I can't stand the way I…

Yeah!

We were an empire. But more than that, we were friends.

Sunny and I were brothers, partners, in blood.

We used the money we made to buy ecstasy, which I would distribute at school,

and no one suspected me.

And the kids knew that I wouldn't screw them over.

Leave my son alone!

- Mum, what are you doing? - What's your problem?

Get in the house, right now!

Get out of here. Go away!

That's great.

You got big!

What you doing? Press-ups?

It's raspberry red Yiftach.

What's happenin'?

I'm good, mate. I'm well. And you?

Good. Yeah, I'm good.

Uh… and you, um, still all right?

Yeah. Everyone in here knows not to mess with me.

- And so? - They tried. They won't try again.

I had to look after the year fours again.

Um…. the school's fucked up. Same old shit again.

Uh… good to hear.

When do you think you're coming home?

Should I take some notes for you?

Sure.

- That's it. Time's up. - What? Wait…

- That's it. - But your grandma's here.

- Don't you wanna see her? - My grandma's here? Is she?

Yeah. She was getting checked. She brought some things.

Grandma!

Grandma!

Hey, Grandma, has Jerusalem run out of food?

Drought.

Hah.

My first time bringing anything to my grandson in prison.

So I hope I chose correctly.

Your pillow for you from Mum's home, huh?

I also brought cornflakes, but they wouldn't let me bring them in.

What? What kind did you bring?

Uh… any luck?

Yes, we consulted with two lawyers,

as well as the one who sent you to be observed.

They said we got the most reasonable deal we could expect.

Okay, uh… well, I was wondering…

Could I live with you? And I could stay out of trouble.

- Uh, that's not… - I'll be good, I promise.

Your mum told you I'm sick and don't feel good?

It's not a lie?

- Will you be all right? - Of course I will.

- You sure? - Sure, I'll be all right.

Listen to me. No judge is going to send you home with, um…

with drug-dealing papers.

They say all you can do is to be on your best behaviour,

and you'll see it's just possible

that maybe they'll consider taking a few months off your sentence.

A few months? I wanna go home right now!

Oh, sweetheart.

Can't you bide your time?

Try to fit in? Keep out of trouble?

Can you do it?

Just for me?

Take a deep breath.

You can't avoid arguing in prison

because what is it that people actually connect over in the outside world?

It's over hobbies, or, uh, areas of interest.

You like gambling, so does he, friendships are formed.

In prison they try… they try to force friendships on you.

"He's from your town, mate. Won't you jump if he jumps?"

"Just so I know what kind of person you are."

What do I care if they come from my town?

"They come from your town! Are you gonna let them down, yeah?"

There's your cellmate.

"He's your cellmate. Talk nicely to him, keep the peace."

It doesn't matter that he rapes you at night, they don't care.

"It's your cellmate!"

My cellmate, for example.

Mowgli Towgli, who just likes smashin' the heads of lions with a rock.

That's what they're taught in Africa.

- That's how you show love. That's right. - Dean, that's enough. Leave it.

Tell us about school. How was school for you?

School? I got straight As.

Straight A at what?

At maths.

I swear. I changed schools in year five.

First day I walked into school,

I was feeling all shy, standing there with my head down.

And suddenly, I see this girl called Oshrit.

Sneaky, and as skinny as Zohar Argov.

I hear her shouting from behind me…

"New boy!"

"New boy!"

The boy next to me is saying, "Don't turn round."

"Don't turn round?" I wanna turn round, you know. I'm embarrassed. I'm new there.

He's got me conflicted, know what I mean?

And meanwhile, she's going, "New boy!"

And this guy insists. "Don't turn round!" I said to him, "I'm turning round, mate."

So he gives up and says…

"Do as you please."

I turned round, and I swear I'm not lying, but she looked me in the eye and said…

"Sell me one of your ball hairs for ten shekel."

"What?" The boy next to me said, "I told you not to turn round."

Well… it seemed like a good deal.

I told her, "I'll get it for you at break."

If I had one, I'd have given it to her. "Show me the tenner."

I was crazy. I didn't have any.

If I had, I'd have torn it off and given it her.

So what did I do? I went to this other boy I knew from school, and I said…

"Tidhar." He says "What?" And I ask him.

"Would you sell me one of your ball hairs for five shekel?"

He says, "It's for Oshrit. No way!"

So I say, "Why do you wanna screw up my deal?"

He says, "Come here." So then we walk behind Igor's booth.

Igor spots us there. "Oshrit again, yeah?"

Tidhar took off his trousers, and said something…

…I didn't expect.

He asked me,

"Do you wanna choose?"

"Actually I hadn't thought about it."

"But now that you mention it, I'll take that one."

"No, no, not that one. Yeah. That one looks nice, that one there."

I found her a nice one, you know? Symbolic.

Because I like to provide a good service,

I said, "Tidhar, we can't give it like that. Let's wrap it for her."

So I tore a page of my notebook,

folded it in four, put the ball hair inside.

I wrote "For Oshrit" and drew this curl on it.

At break, I went up to her.

"Come here." She looked at me.

"So did you get it or what?"

She was a very refined, feminine girl.

So then I gave it to her.

And so she opened it there and then. She didn't take it to some corner.

She was… We knew she….

She looks at it, then she says,

"It's Tidhar's, you dick! Give me back my money!"

Go on, Dean! Brilliant!

Whoo!

Go on, you gonna say something?

Hello! Little Bruce Lee didn't get to see your Warden Chelli.

Do your Warden Chelli.

What? Do you imitate Chelli?

Show us. Spit it out.

Go on! Do it.

Listen, knives can only come on to the block

if they've got good intentions.

Every headcount starts from zero.

See, I told you!

So now let's see you do the monkey.

Yard time begins in 15 minutes. Yard time begins in 15 minutes

So you did me?

- Yep. - Show me.

Nothing to show. It was just a joke.

- Do it. Show him. It was good. - Go on!

Go on, it was all right!

"The monkey doesn't like Super Mario!"

- Do it. - Do the monkey!

Come on, man. Do it again.

Mowgli, yeah? "Mowgli, Mowgli, girl beater…" Yeah?

Be a man and do it.

- No. Why? - Do it, coward!

Or what, yeah? You gonna knock my head in too?

Oh, yeah! Go on.

"Mowgli the girl beater!"

I get why you hate me.

'Cause I killed her.

And it was wrong.

But I swear to you that I will never kill again.

Yeah, but why?

I don't know.

So how do you know you won't do it again?

I just know, 'cause you're here.

That's a nice pillow.

The pillow!

Give me a can of corn.

Here.

No way.

- What? - Wow, it's killing me.

- Huh? - Uh…

You work hard.

Wow.

Zorro?

What?

Sorry for being a dick.

Mowgli Towgli, huh?

- Don't worry. Water under the bridge. - That's good.

Ask Chelli for a prison leave. She knows your grandma was special to you.

No.

Why not? It's your grandma. Funerals are important.

I don't want to. I'm too sad.

Ugh. Typical white boy.

- One by one. - Yeah, that's what I'm doing.

Watching leaves grow old

But I know it's mine…

Yeah, to me, to me, come on, come on!

- Oh, come on! Oh shit! - Pass! Pass!

- Pass, pass, pass! - What are you doing, man?

Through the window, through the glass

Through the drizzling hail

- Looking for a mountaintop… - Give it! Yes, yes.

- Hey, my foot! - A place to rest my sail

See my days unfold Watching leaves grow old…

Oh yeah? Come on. You can.

Ah, no. It's not appropriate.

Shaiman, I'm not gonna ask you again.

96% chance you'll be back, you little morons,

because you're absolutely useless and your brains are tiny, tiny, tiny.

- What's his name? - Told you, don't know.

Who doesn't know their father's name?

Don't wanna know. Mum says he tried to kill us.

- I'm not joking. - How?

Each time, a different way.

So you've never even met him.

I went to see him once, yeah.

I found his address in one of my mum's notebooks, see.

I took two friends along. We knocked on his door, totally wasted.

He opens up, starts shouting at us all.

"Are you the bastards who keep throwing eggs at my car?"

"Lowlife idiots. Fuck off, or I'll call the police!"

- That was it. - What an arsehole.

Yeah.

Come on, come on!

Ugh, what an idiot. What's his problem, mate?

There, there!

- Oh, I can't do it. It's too hard. - Ugh, how do you play this, man?

- What is this thing? - My mum used to play this all the time.

- Oi, oi, oi! - Hey, girl.

- The one in pink! - The one on the stairs.

You got a boyfriend? You want one?

Hey, come here! Come here!

Fatima. Fatima!

Guys, guys. Come here.

Whoa! I just want you…

That's worth every second in solitary.

- Come back soon. - Run, girl!

I started doing stand-up when I was in jail.

They had this drama class.

I was good.

Anyway, there I was, stuck in jail,

and after a while, they sent me to drama class,

and it was there that the warden fell in love with me.

I was like a son to her. I used to imitate her,

and word got to her from the guards that I had imitated her.

One day, all the guards came.

They surrounded my cell, with batons. "Just come out!"

I was sure that they were gonna smash my head in.

They took me to the warden's office. I sat down with 20 guards in a circle.

"I heard you did an imitation of me."

Just like that.

"You mean me? You misunderstood."

"If you won't imitate me, I'll throw you into cellblock two."

The terrorists' block.

I said to her, "Abulawa!"

"Don't scratch your arse and then go touching my food, hey, Abulawa!"

And she goes, "Aaah!"

"Aaah!"

She says, "Wow, you're so funny." So I start making everyone laugh.

I made jokes. Many times, I was sure I was gonna get stabbed.

One time, everyone was smoking a bong.

In jail they used the whole pack, and boof!

A packet, and then boof. Worst smoke in the world. Everybody's like, "Pfft."

So, I was so stoned and I started doing all these imitations,

stories and rhymes, poems, and all that kind of shit from the '90s.

I have absolutely no idea why I was so dumb.

I used to go, "Me and the boys in Romania…"

"There was me, Berto, Zhico and Mike."

"We would go for a hike and steal us a bike."

"After we downed a couple of beers,

we'd all go out and steal bikes that had 21 gears."

There's no entertainment in there.

So they're laughing their heads off. They're like, "Aaaaah!"

One day, this kid, Moshiko Bublin, came up to me with this little knife.

He says, "Come to my room." Why?

Brought me in, opened the cell door and covered it with a scarf.

I was certain he was gonna slit my throat.

He says, "Do that skit. 'Me and the boys in Romania'."

I said, "Where'd you hear that?"

He said, "There's a rumour you tell stories in rhyme."

I said, "I'm not gonna do that for you. You was just about to stab me."

He pulls out the knife, and I'm like, "Me and the boys in Romania…"

How's it going, Chelli?

Come with me.

- Where? - Move it, boy.

What's goin' on? Is it Zorro?

Come, Dean, come.

Where's Zorro?

- Thank you. - What's going on, Chelli?

It's a big day for you.

What do you mean?

- You're going home later. - What?

They've cut two months off.

Congratulations.

Pack up, chop chop. The van's waiting for you.

- Where's Zorro? - With the social worker.

There's no time to get sentimental. The van's waiting for you.

Don't get emotional.

Move it, kid.

Time to face life.

- Remember what I said when you first came? - No.

You're one of the few who must beat the statistics.

- What statistics? - Exactly.

- Where am I going? - I've spoken to your mum already.

- I'm not going back there. - She knows, and she has a solution.

Dean, I understand that it's not gonna be easy out there,

but I've had enough heartache.

- Move it. - Move it? Why?

- I've gotta say goodbye to Zorro. - I don't think so.

- Yeah, you can put all those things down. - You have to leave when we say.

- I'm not leaving without saying goodbye. - Dean, calm down now.

- No way. No, I won't. I don't care. - Cool it.

- I'm not leaving without saying goodbye. - This won't work, idiot.

Get your things together. You're leaving now.

- I don't want my things! - I will pass on your farewell wishes.

- Just stop! - I won't leave! I won't leave, no way!

- I won't leave! No! - Come here.

- Why are you here? - Cut it out.

- Let go, you bastard! - Enough.

- Calm down! You're leaving. - Let go, motherfucker!

Let me go, you fucker!

With or without your clothes. Go!

Let go! Let go! Let go! Let me go!

Goodbye, Dean.

- Let go, you son of a bitch! - Bye, Dean!

- Let go! - Shut up.

Sittin' by the fireside, I will not…

Let me go!

- See my days unfold… - Get off! No! Let go!

Watching leaves grow old

But I know it's mine

Through the window, through the glass

Through the drizzling hail…

Looking for a mountaintop

A place to rest my sail

See my days unfold

Watching leaves grow old

But I know it's mine

The slumber of the stagnant wounds

On a stallion grave

Disturbed by shades of renaissance

Sunk in tidal waves

See my days unfold

Watching leaves grow old

But I know it's mine