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I beat him up.

I beat him until he was unconscious.

Perhaps he even died.

Karin was with him, on the couch, in the apartment.

She jumped, scared, and hid behind the curtain.

"Leave him alone," she cried, "he lied, he lied."

What happened to Iris?

Will you ever forgive me, Iris?

It is unforgivable.

He lied.

She was innocent.

She was mine. She was.

I beat him up.

I beat him until he was unconscious.

Perhaps he even died.

Karin was with him, on the couch, in the apartment.

She jumped, scared, and hid behind the curtain.

"Leave him alone," she cried, "he lied, he lied."

What happened to Iris?

Will you ever forgive me, Iris?

It is unforgivable.

He lied.

She was innocent.

She was mine.

David Greenberg and Uri Ohali present:

"lris"

With Gideon Shemer

Shmulik Kraus

Bracha Ne'eman

Ya'ackov Bodo

Mandy Rice-Davies

Nissan Yatir

Liora Ramon as Iris

Special Appearance by Hanna Rovina

Geva Films Studios and Laboratory

Move aside. It's dangerous here. There's nothing to see here.

This is not a movie theater. Please move aside.

Lift it up. A bit more.

Careful with your hands.

But why? Why are you in a rush? You're not working today.

I'm in a rush. Shula is waiting for me.

I have to get there. -Where?

She's at the doctor, waiting for me.

Really? Why?

I'm not sure. Maybe she's pregnant.

Yoel'ke. At last l'll become a grandmother.

Mother, you shouldn't celebrate prematurely.

I have to rush. See you.

Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Your identity card, please.

Your first name, please. -Yoel.

Your surname, please. Slowly.

Ne'eman. Formerly Rechtman.

The address? -What?

The address. -12 Hatamar Street.

Tel Aviv? -Yes.

Do you have witnesses?

Yes, one witness. Yoram is my witness.

The wife's identity card.

Do you have witnesses?

Yes. Yoram. He is my witness too.

Yoram, if Haim'ke doesn't show up, remember that you're my witness.

We were told that we're allowed.

We were told that we can have one witness for both parties.

It is allowed but it is not recommended.

Would the witness please step forward.

Do you know this woman?

Yes, you could say that I do.

One witness for both parties is not good.

This is not good.

What is her name? -Shuli.

Shula.

I mean Shulamit. I'm positive.

Shula, Shuli or Shulamit?

Can't you even remember a person's name? Shulamit.

There he is.

Hello everybody.

Haimiko.

I'm sorry.

Meshulam wouldn't let me leave until I had finished the last page.

So now you're done? -Yes. I finished the page. It's about the strike.

Hey! Where's the money you promised for the kids?

For other women you have money. -Keep quiet.

How's your wife doing after the birth?

I'm losing my mind.

You forgot your books in the apartment.

You have to come and pick them up as soon as possible.

That's a fine time to arrive here. I'm talking to you.

I hear you, Shula.

I'm glad you hear me. Very nice. You could've been more careful.

More careful? Don't you know what my name is?

Her name is Shulamit. Haven't you known her long enough to know that?

Sorry, I never divorced before.

Right, and you never married either. You're lucky.

If you don't come pick up the books, I'll throw them away. That's all.

I'm sick and tired of all this stuff.

Don't you two change your minds and remain married. I have to leave.

Are you stopping by the paper's offices? -Yes.

Can you give me a ride? -Let's go.

Let's sit down.

Yoel, maybe in spite of everything... -What?

Maybe you'll try again? -Come on, Haim'ke.

Mishori? It's Tamara speaking.

I have news.

Maybe, at long last, l'll become a grandmother.

Right. No, she didn't tell me. Yoeli told me.

They went to the doctor.

They talked. They did some tests. All kinds of things.

Please raise your right hand. Hold the Bill of Divorce.

You cannot hand her the bill.

You have to throw it

so your hand does not touch it when she catches it.

Repeat after me:

"This is your Bill of Divorce." -This is your Bill of Divorce.

"With which I divorce you." -With which I divorce you.

"From now on you are free to marry any man."

From now on you are free to marry any man.

"Chief Rabbinate - Religious Council"

The truth is that we've been wanting to divorce for a long time,

but there was the business with my mother.

You know. My mother is sick. It's her heart.

If we would've told her that we're divorcing

we might as well have been putting poison in her tea.

But we came up with an arrangement.

You know, an arrangement.

What kind of an arrangement?

We decided not to tell her that we're divorcing.

Every three weeks we will come for a visit. as though we're still married.

Look, there's an old man shining his shoes, in his underwear.

Just keep on going, you know, until...

Until you marry her again. -No chance.

Just like you'll never return to Mirah'le.

She had beautiful hair.

So what are you planning to do now?

L'll edit my father's poems.

You know, my father left behind many poems.

I had once started to edit them in order to publish them in a book.

But then I stopped. I got married.

Now I have plenty of time on my hands, Don't I?

Time to be by myself for a while.

Okay. Fine. I know why you divorced.

But tell me, why did you marry her in the first place?

Someone with your experience. Are you that easy to catch?

Listen. Do you know what she did? -Tell me.

She disappeared for several days.

Cigarette? -No, thanks.

A while later she comes back,

and she tells me she took care of it all by herself.

She didn't even ask for money.

I remember exactly what she told me. Word for word:

"I wouldn't want our children to grow up feeling unwanted."

Well, it left an immense impression on me.

And? -The very next day I proposed.

I fell for her. Like for an angel.

The rest of it you already know.

Look what the market has to offer here.

Give me a break.

This is the final solution.

Follow me, Yoel, and everything will be just fine.

If you're interested in biology,

here's a unique specimen,

she would fit into any laboratory.

Scandinavia.

Izzi's handiwork.

Look at this. It's extraordinary.

A treat within a treat.

And this is an interesting object, only recently arrived,

with the most fascinating outlines.

I don't know it yet.

Another time, baby.

Do you want a refill?

I had enough. I'm leaving. -No you're not leaving without meeting Karin.

Too bad the twins have left.

Wait a minute, there's one of them here.

I'll be right back.

"Jean Christophe"?

Yes. The first part.

Did you finish reading it?

I just did. Perhaps you have the second part?

I once received it as a gift, for my Bar Mitzvah.

But that was many years ago, when I was young.

You know, I should still have it, somewhere, on my bookshelf.

I'll come and pick it up tomorrow.

I know where you live.

Too bad that tomorrow is Saturday.

Otherwise I would have picked it up from the library.

Did you read all of it?

You probably skipped the boring parts,

like all little girls do.

She's calling you.

Happy? -Yes.

What are you doing here so early in the morning? Are you mad?

I came to pick up my books.

You yourself asked me to hurry and do it.

Couldn't you find a better time?

No. You said you'd throw them away if I didn't do it quickly. So there.

You know it's four in the morning and that we're already divorced.

Of course I do. That's why I'm here.

If you don't leave immediately I'll call the neighbors.

Isn't it enough that I'm awake? Why wake up everyone?

I want my books. I want them today.

Okay. Take your books and get out of here.

You could've come up with a better excuse to find out what I'm doing.

Okay. So now you know what I'm doing.

This is the last time I see you here in the apartment.

Do you hear me?

Take your books and your jar and get out of here.

I don't want to see you in this apartment again.

I don't have any luck whatsoever.

Who are you waiting for, love? The train never stops here.

Good Morning.

I have a splitting headache.

Hold still.

Is she the one who followed you around at the party last night?

Right.

You couldn't get rid of her?

No. She slept here last night.

I mean here, outside, on the stairs.

Don't tell me that she also came to pick up books.

And if I said she did, would you have believed me?

Why not? Take me for instance. I came here to take books.

And don't tell me that you don't have them,

or that your wife didn't allow you to take them out of the house.

Iris knows everything, Iris sees everything.

It's not here.

This isn't what you're looking for. Come with me, there're more inside.

What a nice room you have here.

It must be wonderful to live on the roof, closer to God.

I've only moved here yesterday,

I didn't yet have the opportunity to appreciate that part.

You know that right here, one floor down,

there's this neighbor, the kids call her Aunt Sarah.

She's so scared of thieves that at night she sleeps in the corridor.

What a nice jar.

You should put some flowers in it.

Or thorns.

First you finish one, then you can have the others.

Afraid I won't come back?

Hello. -Hello.

Yoel, I hear you're about to get a raise.

I know nothing about it.

You may not know but I do.

Anything you need to know

about the editorial board, or about the paper, ask Haim'ke.

Yes Sir, Haim'ke knows everything.

In the meantime set this up for the front page, font 10,

and don't make any mistakes.

Make sure to leave in the 0's and the l's,

we use the 'full spelling' mode these days.

The 'full spelling' mode? You're going to tell me how to spell?

Did you forget?

Did you forget I'm the expert when it comes to vowel marks?

Can you add vowel marks to poems?

I just finished editing the latest edition of Bialik.

Good. I'll bring you a few poems to edit.

Don't forget, okay? l'll finish this in no time.

Good. -Fine. See you later.

If you accept the offer you'll get a raise.

By the way, I hear you're about to become a father.

I'd like to tell you something, but I want you to keep it between us two.

We're going to fire Yoram, one way or the other.

What I'm asking you is to take over his column. At least temporarily.

No. There must be some mistake.

Yoram is the best person for this job.

I wouldn't dream of pushing him out. Not even for a minute.

If you throw him out I leave too.

You too are going to throw us a target.

No. I have other plans. -You have time. Think about it.

Give my regards to Tamara. -Thank you.

What kind of plans do you have? A weekly?

Anyways, make sure you come to the press conference today,

the one about the strike.

I'm not leaving that for Yoram.

What are you doing up there? You crazy fool. Come down immediately.

Are you mad? There's a gorgeous view from here.

Actually, I would have come down if I knew how.

The neighbor is about to have a stroke.

I finished the book.

I came over, your door was closed, so I tried to enter from here.

That's hardly a reason for climbing roofs.

Did you know there's a way to enter your place from here?

Turn over.

Slowly.

Slowly, towards me.

The knees, like that.

Eeny meeny miney moe.

You're bristly. You should go to the barber and get a proper shave.

I need to run. I have to go to a press conference.

I took it. -Take it. -Okay.

It's over already? -Yes. What a show. -What did I miss?

I have a feeling that Mishori, our Mishori, is up to something dirty.

What exactly happened?

Excuse me.

Let me see if I can talk to him alone. -Thanks. -At the plant.

Tell me, what happened exactly?

They caught a worker who stole some merchandise.

The workers declared a strike.

The police arrived, some policemen got beaten up,

they arrested two more workers, now the whole plant is on strike.

Last night one of them came over to my place

with a suitcase filled with documents.

I tried to ask questions but the manager wasn't so lily-white himself.

I tried again but they shut me up.

Are you going to hand it over to the police?

No, I'm a journalist, not a policeman.

Hello, mother.

Shulinkal

And you, you rascal. It's good to see you two together at last.

Sit down. Here, Shuli, have a seat.

Hand me the jacket. One minute and I'll make some tea.

It won't take long.

So? Did you finally pay the debts on the apartment? -Yes.

Very good. Later it would have become much more difficult.

I shouldn't forget. You know that dad's Yahrzeit is coming up.

Yes, on Wednesday. -Right.

Mishori told me he's coming too. -l'll come and pick you up.

No need. I'll get a ride from the institute.

The institute? -Yes.

How are you Shulinka? How are you feeling?

What did the doctor say?

Don't be shy, Yoelic told me everything.

I don't understand you two.

Why wait for such a long time?

In the town where I came from we had a routine:

A couple would marry and one year later there would be a child.

I want a grandchild.

What's wrong?

You cannot do this. What is this all about?

What kind of stories did you tell her? -She'll have a heart attack.

Don't threaten me.

Don't threaten me. -What is the matter with you?

All you think about is your mother. So let me tell you.

If I had stayed there one minute longer I would have a heart attack.

What are you shouting for?

This reminds me of the days she used to live with us,

before she started working here. I couldn't stand her then either

but I didn't have a choice, I had to listen. Now it's over.

What do I need this for? -But you were about to leave anyway, no?

A little bit of privacy, you take your mother.

First of all, it's none of your business,

and besides, it was you who threw her out.

You can take her back now to your rooftop apartment,

that is if she can climb up to the fifth floor.

Wait for me.

"Grant true rest upon the wings

of the Divine Presence."

Yoelic. -Yes? -Tell me. Why didn't Shula come?

She stopped modeling.

That's actually very good.

You know what?

Tell her to come over to visit me. I want to have a talk with her. -Fine.

Two women, by themselves, can understand each other better.

It would be for the best.

Tell her that I asked for her to come over, will you?

One for daddy, -who ran away to Greece, with a dancer,

and one for mommy, who married a millionaire,

in India.

And one for aunt Sarah,

and one last one, for you, to keep you healthy.

How about another one for aunt Sarah?

No. This one is for you.

Look, there's a butterfly. There, up high. -Where?

You don't really want to be a child.

In fact I think you never were a child.

You must have been born all grown up, wearing glasses.

Not true. I was a child once. I even have the photographs to prove it.

I'd like to see them. -There.

There's your wife.

Do you still see her sometimes?

No.

Look here.

Is that you? -Yes. When I was two years old.

Without your glasses.

This is my father.

He's very young.

He died. -When?

Long time ago. When I was still a child.

Once I saw fog, for the first time in my life. I didn't know what it was.

I asked my dad, "What is it?" and he said, "It's God making tea."

and I asked, "Yes, but what is it?"

and he said, "It's the steam rising from God's primus stove."

What's a primus?

You know. Primus. Now we use gas stoves.

Here's the Yarkon River.

Back then there weren't so many buildings.

It would take us half a day to get to the Yarkon.

We would go past the Hadassah Garden, and the Red House,

where the Herzliya High School now stands,

and Napoleon Hill, and the Seven Mills.

These boats that are now marooned on the riverbank,

would be sailing in the water.

I would come to the Yarkon often, but never during the winter.

Please, no cockroaches.

Visitors, just like that, for no reason?

No. There is a reason. Even two reasons.

One of them is in the kitchen.

And the other is business. - Again business?

That's right, Yoel. But this time it's serious.

If you're ready we can start next week.

Count me out.

You'll have to manage Karin on your own.

If you don't mind, she's quoting from Hamlet.

You know that she's dying to play Ophelia.

Actually, under any pillow she ever put her head on

you'll find a copy of Hamlet.

Even an entire public library wouldn't have enough copies.

How come you're talking about Jean Christophe? Forget the Christophes.

Tell me, how about it?

I told you. I'm not interested.

Yoel, haven't you noticed how obsessed she is with you lately?

So it's not only my financial welfare that worries you now.

You know what? One word from you and I leave you two alone.

You could even have my tea.

What about Shuli? Do you still see her?

Sometimes. Sometimes I see her. We go together to see my mother.

The arrangement, you know.

Do whatever you want,

but don't complain to me later that I don't take care of you

and that I don't run around for you.

I don't need your businesses and I don't need your matchmaking.

Stop organizing my life. You've done it once and look how that ended.

Now could you please leave me alone so I can work on my book in peace,

and take with you Karin, and Bibby, and Sissy, and Tomma A and Tomma B

and go to hell, all of you.

You'll be sorry.

Haim'ke, I brought you the proofs.

What's that in your ear? -What? -What do you have in your ear?

Hush. Don't shout. It's a radio.

Yes, I like working and listening to music at the same time.

Can I borrow a pencil? -Yes. -Thanks.

Tell me, Yoel,

what's up with this girl, the one with the braids?

Tell me, do you ever listen to short-waves on your radio? -Sure.

You look for stations that broadcast in short-waves,

you turn the dial, you keep turning, until you find the right station.

Suddenly you feel a current, running through your fingers.

A current? -Through your fingers.

That's the way it is with this girl.

The same wave length.

We chat about all kind of things, about nothing really,

but I never had anyone so close to me before.

What did you have?

You wouldn't understand.

Look, Yoel, I'm a simple man,

but you, at your age,

you should have had children of your own.

That's right. Of your own.

You shouldn't be chasing after other people's children.

It's dangerous, Yoel.

More dangerous for you than for her.

"He has a bald pate that shines like a chandelier,

"His roaming hands are everywhere,

"Too bad he has no money,

"Too bad he has no money.

"He has a bald pate that shines like a chandelier,

"His roaming hands are everywhere,

"Too bad he has money,

"Too bad he has money."

Your wife was madly jealous.

How do you know it was my wife?

She had a familial look.

The kind of look my mother had before my father ran away.

Look, I may be young, but I'm no fool.

Tell me, did you love Shula?

What kind of a question is that?

Fine, if this is not a question, am I right in saying

that Jean Christophe was in fact Beethoven?

Yes. Or rather no. -Make up your mind. Yes or No.

You know, every literary work combines truth with fiction,

but it never is simply a reflection of reality.

Reflection? -Reflection.

Reflection. What a funny word.

You sound like the main editorial in the paper.

You do know that I'm a journalist.

Your roof is dirty. You need a woman.

Iris, what are you doing here? You came for a visit?

How are you doing? -Great.

Do you want me to write something for you?

Fine. Here it is:

"lris loves Yoel.

"But Yoel is not here."

You can take it.

Careful. It's very hot.

Take it. It's a gift for you.

Where does Shula live? -Shula? Which Shula?

Oh, you mean that Shula?

They are no longer together. I wouldn't know.

I don't know where she lives.

See you later. -Will you come and visit again? -See you later.

Anything for me? -No. -No phone calls? Nothing? -Nothing.

Why don't you give me call sometime? A direct call?

My parents wouldn't approve.

"Stop the Firings!" "Strike!" "lncreased Wages!"

I said what I had to say at the press conference.

How much do you make a month? -Standard union wages.

With or without cost of living bonuses?

Wait a second. What do you mean by that?

You know exactly what I mean.

Look, my friend, the management has every right

to buy the merchandise wholesale. Right?

Yes, but is it for you, or is it for everyone else in the neighborhood?

That's none of your business.

Is it true that you hired scabs to break the strike?

Wait a second. Didn't Mishori talk to you?

Mishori? Who is Mishori?

Allow me, just a second.

Does the name Marcel Tzadikov mean anything to you?

Tzadikov? -That's right. -Wait a second.

We have some receipts here, in this briefcase.

Your car is being vandalized.

Grab the camera and stay where you are. Just shoot.

I don't get these guys.

We come to help and they welcome us with knives. Assholes.

Never mind. We've got a scoop with pictures.

I don't know. I think I want to get out of this.

Out of what? -Your story. -Why? What's the matter with you?

A minute ago you cursed the old man for hampering your investigation

and now you want to throw it away? Just like that? Such a great story?

See, that's what happens when you burn papers on the roof.

Come on out. We've got work to do. Let's go.

You see? -I just wanted to clean the garbage.

Move aside. I'm taking care of it.

That's it. We're done.

Where's Buma? -How should I know?

Look, there he is, Bumchi'le. He was scared of the fire.

Don't be scared, sweetie.

Do you have soap? -Yes.

And how about a clean towel? -Sure. I have one.

And you must have hot water too. -That too.

Sit here. Like that.

Plug in the iron,

and don't let anyone in.

Hand me a towel.

In the meantime you could go to the barber and get a shave.

This painting, it's from a man who owed me fifty lira. His name is Izzi.

He's an artist. Is it worth anything?

Yoel! Yoel!

Where is he running to? What happened to him? Idiot.

Yoel!

You got a shave at the barber's! You deserve a kiss.

You have a out here. It's good that they didn't cut off your ear,

or else you would've been like that painter, what's his name?

His name was van Gogh, but since when are you interested in painters?

Is this an interrogation? -Answer me. Do you understand?

Anyways, I can see that taking your clothes off is no big deal for you.

What are you doing down there?

Come on out. Enough. I'm not angry anymore.

Enough. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Buma, do you know why she's angry with me?

Beforehand I imagined something about her, something upsetting.

Buma.

I must have made a mistake. Right, Buma?

Come on. Come on out. Let's both get out of here.

And you promise never to shout at me again?

Tell me, where do you know Izzi from?

That's a lot of stairs to climb. I'm glad I found you at home.

I can't stay long.

I have to run. -I think you have to stop running for a bit.

You wouldn't understand.

Anyways, I have an appointment at the hairdresser's. What's that?

What's wrong with this family?

They all seem to spend their lives at hairdressers.

I think you would look better with your hair loose.

I forgot what their names are,

but I promise you an introduction the minute I remember them again.

Oh, they're sweet. Look at me, what a mess.

L'll cut my hair short. It would be exactly right.

Since when does this bed stand here? It didn't use to be here.

It's been there for ages.

The best years of our lives.

You know, since you got married you stopped coming here.

That's right. Because I'm a woman of morals.

Anyways, this room brings back memories.

I'm having a show soon. I would be happy if you could come.

I'm returning to modeling.

You know, sometimes I wonder, what kind of a woman are you?

I have a feeling that the little rabbi

could see straight through you from the very first moment.

What I want to know

is whether you are a Shulamit that goes by the name of Shula,

or a Shula that goes by the name of Shulamit?

I'd rather you called me Shuli, like you used to.

And if you're wondering what kind of a woman I am,

why don't you wonder what kind of a man you are?

After all, we both know who taught me the classic phrase:

"I wouldn't want our children to grow up feeling unwanted."

I have to say that it was a fantastic move. It worked like magic.

I used to thank you for it. Now I think that you are a heel.

Not so much because of me,

but because of Yoel, whom you claim to be your friend.

I did it because of Yoel.

I believe men should marry the women who love them.

This business with Mirah'le really messed you up, didn't it?

You know, people refer to us as the 'strong sex',

but it's a fallacy.

Women are much stronger.

We may be more cynical,

but then, you leave a woman

and you're sure she'll be back the following morning,

at most she'll cry,

and in the worst case her tears will stain the pillowcase

of some progressive farmer, one who believes in Zionism,

in the brotherhood of men and in socialism.

You wake up in the morning and in the paper you read that

"A girl died under tragic circumstances",

and all that just because some idiot couldn't make a commitment.

There was something special about her.

Does Mishori know about it?

No. He believes it was an accident.

It's better that way.

I only hope that no one ever tells him the truth.

What do you mean?

You know what, I think you shouldn't cut your hair short.

I can't stand girls with short hair.

Although it may look good on you.

You think so? -I do think so.

I have to go.

She disappeared.

Only then did I realize that I didn't know where she lives.

The danger is over. She disappeared.

She disappeared. So what was she doing here?

Who? -That girl with the braids.

Where? -Here, at the office.

Yoram saw her too. -When? -Today.

I think she asked about your wife. Or maybe your wife's address.

Where are you running to?

Is she here?

What's so urgent?

Wait.

You can treat me with the patience that you show your little girls.

Would you like to have some coffee?

Do you see her often?

I saw her at the cemetery. She asked about you a lot.

You know what, it's not part of our agreement,

but if you were more considerate you would have come too.

I didn't mean the old lady. I'm talking about Iris.

If that's what you want to talk about, then I'm out of here.

Listen, I'm leaving for Europe soon.

What? -I'm leaving for Europe soon.

I see modeling pays. That's nice. Why Europe of all places?

Women tend to look at the mirror often,

and therefore they fail to notice the changes in themselves.

Suddenly a stranger arrives and you see his reaction.

And then you know that the years have passed,

and that you are no longer young,

and you know that you missed the most important thing in life.

All your girlfriends have children,

in the day care,

at school,

and you?

Suddenly I realized that your old lady was right.

By the way, me and the athlete are finished. -Congratulations.

But it's because I think she's right I don't think I can visiting her.

You can tell her whatever you want.

Suddenly I realized that she was the one who was right all along.

I don't have the strength anymore. I'm tired.

Tell her whatever you want. Tell her that I went away.

Actually, I'm not really leaving.

It was Yoram's idea to say that I'm going.

Maybe you'll let me talk to her?

Women can manage to sort things out between themselves.

This time I think I'll get along with her.

By the way, you should look after your little girl,

make sure she stays away from dangerous places.

Just a minute.

Listen, sir, you don't know me. I'm Yoram's friend.

I met you at the models' party. -Sir, I'm busy right now.

The models' party. Do you remember?

Sir, I'm in the middle of work. -Listen to me.

I'm looking for someone named Iris. Perhaps you know her?

I know her but I'm busy. -Move out of my way.

Lucky for you you're Yoram's friend. I wouldn't have allowed it otherwise.

Where were you all this time?

What's with the hair? Where are your braids?

What are these clothes all about?

It's cold.

Your heart beats like a clock.

Like a watch or like a wall clock?

Like the clock on a clock tower.

Are you making fun of me? -No, you silly girl, I'm not.

Don't ever try to be like anyone else.

Nothing in the whole wide world is as charming as you are.

Except for Buma. -Except for Buma.

Please give a round of applause

to our top models who arrived here from Europe,

Karin and 0rnella!

Sandy,

Michelle,

Beatrice,

Li-La-Lo,

Jeanne Claude,

Bracha,

and now,

Yvonne!

Meeky-Reeky

Look at the young bride,

full of excitement,

in anticipation of the coming night.

I knew you would come.

I'm glad you came by yourself.

I wanted to have a word with you.

Yoelic told me that you decided to stop modeling.

That's excellent. It's very good.

Models, you know, think only of their figures.

But figures don't last.

Besides, I have to tell you that some fashion designers simply hate women.

The one who invented the mini skirt must have hated women,

because only one in a hundred women, at most, can wear such a dress.

Sometimes you walk down the street and you notice a fat lady with one.

You feel like coming up to her and pulling her skirt down a bit.

Yes, my child, these things disappear with the years.

Time stops for no one.

Only one thing has the power to help.

A child.

I remember when Yoelic was born.

I stopped counting my birthdays.

Then, when Eliusha died,

I couldn't believe that I would pull through.

The one thing that sustained me,

that helped me to go on living,

W38 my SOD.

Now I want to start counting the years with my grandchild.

A month, a year, two years.

That's all I have now.

No. I don't think we'll ever have a son.

Shulinka, what are you saying? Don't give up.

There are all kinds of new methods available now.

You will find something.

I can't go on. I can't go on like this. We are divorced.

We haven't been together for a long time now.

We are divorced!

We lied to you, because Yoel didn't want to hurt you.

But I can't go on living like this.

We divorced! There's no child! There will be no child!

Do you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying?

There's no child! There's no pregnancy!

There's no marriage! There's nothing! Nothing!

We will have a child, Mother, do you hear me?

We are married. We will have a child. Isn't that right, doctor?

You have to leave now. I hope her situation will improve.

It's shock, that's all.

We will have a child, mother. Do you hear me?

Mother, we are married. We will have a child.

We will have a child, mother.

Mother, do you hear me? We are married. We are married.

So now everything is clear.

Someone told you about the nice guy behind your daughter's accident.

Now you know it wasn't an accident and I'm being thrown off the paper.

Fine.

But when they told you about it they forgot to mention one thing.

I loved Mirah.

I kept my mouth shut because Mirah was a nice girl.

Because I knew that if you found out about it I would get fired.

But now I don't care anymore.

I don't mind if you know and if the whole world knows.

I've got news for you, Mishori.

Who ever did us this favor will pay dearly.

Yoram, I'm glad I found you.

Look, buddy, there's no need to use so many l's.

'Full spelling' is fine but there's no need to exaggerate.

You can stuff your l's and your 0's and whatever else you have.

I'm through with this place.

Great. -What's great?

You finally got what you wanted. -What are you talking about?

Don't play games with me.

Listen, either you're crazy or you're mistaken.

I'm not crazy and I'm not mistaken.

No one but you would have thought of telling Mishori.

This has your fingerprints all over it, 100 percent.

There are others that knew about Mirah'le. I'm not the only one.

That's fine. Now tell me,

why didn't you let me know that he offered you my job?

Let me tell you now. -Why didn't you spit in his face

when he brought up this 'temporary replacement' idea?

You and your moral codes, and principles, and perfect love.

Don't turn everything that comes your way into filth.

So when it comes to you you get angry.

Listen, there are other women out there.

Not all of them are Karins and Barins and Bibby's and Sissy's

and the rest of your girlfriends.

For sure it's not the little one that was hanging around here.

You know that I didn't use to know who it was you were talking about?

I thought that indeed there was one righteous woman in Sodom.

But this one, I know her well, my friend.

Who are you talking about? -About Iris.

Whatever you have to say to me, say it now. Go ahead.

Go ahead, say it. -Remember...

Go ahead. Say it. -You asked for it.

Look. With me it was almost the same. Down to the very last trick

What? -This is someone who's been around for quite a while.

Really? -Yes.

Izzi used to draw her 'before' and 'after'.

He then passed her on to me. But I got tired of her after one day.

You know the routine: flowers, thorns, under the bed, over the bed,

cats, roofs.

Didn't she tell you that she just moved to a new place?

And Haim'ke, your good friend.

She once came to visit him at the printing press,

after she listened to Beethoven at your place.

On the paper trail, without musical accompaniment.

And do you really think you can find girls,

just like that, in the middle of the night, reading books?

I wouldn't have minded you added to her list, but you are in love.

And with whom?

She's playing you, Yoel. -What's happening, guys?

Tell me. Is it Iris?

She told me things about you, Yoel. Things I wouldn't care to repeat.

She told me she now understands why your wife had to run away from you.

That you don't really want anything from her, or that you can't.

Can't what?

You know that her parents separated.

Since then she takes her revenge on men by getting them in bed.

I feel bad for her. She could've been okay.

But I feel worse for you.

Someone who still wants to hold hands, sing old songs.

Listen, these days are over. The blue shirt, the youth movements.

It's time for you to stop dreaming about the perfect love,

and start taking from women the one thing that they can do right.

That's what I told you before and after you got married,

and before and after you got divorced and that's what I'm telling you now.

Women are all the same.

You like a woman? That's great. Power to you.

She brings you aftershaves? Take them.

She brings you scarves? Take them.

Socks? Take them. Sweaters? Take them.

But leave love out of it.

Forget about your heart. Put it away.

I knitted a sweater for you.

What's going on here?

Just a second.

Yoel.

Why did you do it?

What could you've possibly expected to gain from it?

You know what you are? You're a liar. A piece of shit.

You're a liar too. Just like him.

The End