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Eli?

Eli?

Eli?

Eli, come here.

Eli,

Say, which looks more conservative, this or this?

The other dress.

This one?

Is it for a wedding?

No, I have Step 9.

What's that?

Never mind that now. Go to the club, get me 200 shekels.

Hey, give me a kiss.

Mommy loves you.

I love you.

Go get it. Quickly.

Is that yours?

What's your name?

Anna.

Eli.

Eli, stop! Where are you going, Fatso? Wait up.

Give us a bite, you fat ass.

Give me a bite, Asshole.

Were you at the club?

Yeah.

Hand it over.

Come here, hand it over. - I'm giving it to Sima!

Asshole...

Why aren't you using a glass?

Sima, what's Step 9?

Aren't you forgetting something?

Where's the rest?

School bill.

Eli, we're trying to run a normal household here.

I hope you're not lying, because I remember paying that.

School bill, I'm telling you. If you want you can check.

I will.

I can call Shimha. She knows who paid what and when.

She knows everything, so don't make me do that.

Fine, can you tell me what the fuck Step 9 is?

Stop it.

Stop it.

He doesn't respect me. He's ruining the normality in this house.

What do you want to do about it?

Put him under room confinement until the morning. Six hours.

What did he do?

He mouthed off.

Did you mouth off?

Three hours. It isn't room confinement, it's an educational punishment.

Fine, make it five hours.

Four hours, and remember that Yefet is like a father to you

and you have no right to mouth off at him so behave in a way

that's normal between father and son, alright?

Yeah. - Great.

Can I shower before I serve my time?

Do as she says. Off to your room.

What's Step 9?

I'll tell you later.

What? What?

Yefet?

I stole about a meter or so.

I wanna see the city inspector that will dare open his mouth.

You're so talented. You made the prettiest yard in the neighborhood.

Talent... -I'm crazy about you. "-Talent, right. -Crazy!

You're beautiful.

My love. I'm going to do Step 9 with Yom Tov.

Go somewhere for an hour or two.

Why?

I invited him over.

Here? Why?

Why here? Why in my house?

I need my quiet, I need to feel protected.

Why with him?

Come here.

Nice dress, Sima.

Right?

What is it?

What, Eli?

Nice, but...

Maybe put on something more...

More what? - Less.

Less what? You're driving me crazy.

Less long, shorter.

Excite him.

Do I have to spell out everything to you?

When's he coming?

Right now.

What's going on? Aren't you going to her?

As soon as I finish my beer.

Finished, come on.

Put on a shirt.

Where's the deodorant?

Deodorant? Let's not give her any ideas?

Nonsense.

You know her, she's sensitive to smell, give her respect.

Go to her.

I thought you threw it away.

Why? It's part of my past. You don't throw away your past.

You deal with it.

Maybe someday it will be worth a lot of money, your abstract.

You used to call it garbage.

What changed?

That's part of my learning process.

I'm learning to contain. It's difficult, but important.

You should try it.

So,

are you still painting like that?

No. I'm in a holocaust period.

Holocaust?

You're back to that?

Never mind now, why did you call me?

I want to apologize for all the bad stuff I did to you while I was using.

I want to ask for your forgiveness.

You know, besides forgiveness...

We made a strict divorcement settlement while you were using...

I can barely pay Eli's maintenance.

I don't believe it. I'm asking for your forgiveness,

you know how hard it is for me, spilling my guts,

and that's all you have to say? - I thought that's why you called me.

You've got the club. You can make tons of money.

That's dirty money, Sima. My brother can do whatever he wants,

it isn't for me.

Really? Why, because you're a painter?

I get to suffer because you're crazy in the head?

Are you picking a fight now?

I'm sorry.

What do you want to do?

Take less, I'm barely making a living.

What if I want a family? Financially, I can't.

I can't go on a date with someone.

In theory, Sima. I...

If, if, I'm not planning on starting a family. I have no such intentions.

Or to date.

You can do whatever you want. It's your life.

Step 9 is making you better.

You're calmer.

More rational.

To be honest...

even prettier.

Thanks.

I think I'll be going.

No, no.

No.

No...

This isn't right, Sima.

We're like siblings now.

Right.

Like siblings.

Anna!

You're fucked.

This is the worst school in Tel Aviv.

Good luck.

Hey, Lardo. - What's up, Fatso?

Look at all those snacks.

What's up?

Russia, want a snack?

Want some of this? - What's up, fatso?

What are you doing?

Son of a bitch...

Get off me.

What do you think you're doing? - Fuck this Fatso up!

Relax. - Get him!

Fuck off!

Fuck the hell off!

I'll fuck you up, you son of a bitch.

Fuck off.

Shut up, you Russian cunt! Go to your massage parlor.

Shut up, you bastard.

What happened to you?

I fell.

How did it go?

Good. It was good. Step 9 is good for her.

What are you going to do?

Answer me.

Eli, she has a boyfriend.

So what? She still wants you. - Did you peek?

It doesn't matter. She wants you and you want her.

It's more complicated than that. Sima and I never laughed at the same jokes.

We like different movies. That's no reason to get a divorce.

Never mind that.

Is she sexy

You want her.

Don't lie to me, you want her. So cut the crap.

I'm going to the club, are you coming?

No.

She'll probably be there, I can't, Eli.

I can't.

You've got the sexiest lady in the world and you're here painting.

I'm working!

Fine, at least try selling them.

I'm not doing it for the money. I'm not trying to sell.

You aren't selling them because no one wants to buy them. -Nonsense!

What kind of painter doesn't sell his paintings?

The art market is controlled by different interests.

You're going to the club? Get me my beer.

If you're not coming, I'll tear this one. - Eli, not that one, leave it.

I swear I'm gonna tear it.

I'm gonna tear it. Are you coming?

Enough.

Let's go.

Get dressed.

Your mother's a queen.

I mean it.

What happened to your face?

Nothing.

And what's his name? - He just fell, Nachshon.

Fell, right.

Got it.

There you go.

Enjoy. - Thanks.

And for luck. Our late grandfather's eldest great-grandchild.

Bless you.

Amen!

Eli, give him back the money.

Give him back the beer. Same thing.

It's not the same. That's beer, that's money.

Give it back.

It's your money, kid.

Let's talk in the kitchen.

We have no secrets. We're family.

Come on. - What do you want?

Listen to me. - What's wrong, Yom Tov?

There are other ways to show love to a child. A hug, ice cream...

I don't get you. Here, take it.

I don't understand you.

I don't want him to take the money. I don't...

That's also money from from this place. You don't like it? Don't come next month.

Here, enjoy. - Thank you.

Cheers.

His name's Eran, Eran Mizrachi. His father's Shlomo, from the buses.

He did this to me.

Alright.

I have the... maintenance here.

Don't touch me.

Who do you think you are?

I've got a man at home a thousand times better than you.

Take your hands and fuck off.

Hold it.

Take it. Take it.

Let me help you.

You've got to be decisive in life. - You're right.

Stick to your beliefs.

His intentions are good, but he lives on people's money and sorrow.

People's sorrow.

You're right. You got the last word with him.

Hey!

What are you looking for? Need any help?

How did you find me?

I saw one of your paintings at the flea market and I asked around...

And here I am.

What painting? - Still Life Through a Fence.

That's my name for it.

A fence like prison bars,

and a table with fruit behind it.

A forbidden fruit? - Tangerines?

Yeah, I think so.

That bitch.

Why?

That bitch is selling my paintings.

Step 9 my ass.

And she's calling herself spiritual. - Yefet's probably behind it, I'm telling you.

She loves your paintings.

We want to market your art as neo-realism.

It has an immediacy, a sense of a first person experience.

It's more a clean documentation of what happened there without the artist's observation

I look at the painting and I don't feel a sense of process.

Are you stupid? Was he there? He's an Iraqi artist from Tel Aviv,

of course it's a processed holocaust experience.

He's like the first Iraqi holocaust victim. - Calm down. This isn't your father's.

How much for the painting?

It isn't for sale, Eli.

What are you talking about?

It's a good painting, right? So how much for the painting?

A painting has to be other things, not just good.

There are many variables that influence the price. -Stop shitting around.

Give me an estimate for the painting. - Let it go, Eli. It's not for sale.

Besides, it's Itzhakovski. I don't want to mess around with him.

Mess around? He's dead. - So what?

He's garbage, he's racist. I don't want to deal with him.

He's in.

That's what I'm talking about. It's a documentation of consciousness.

Anyway, I'm not interested.

Heartheir price first. Don't be an idiot.

Why is he late?

Sima, I don't care,

but if there's one thing not normal

it's not coming for Friday Kiddush.

You worked, you bought challah, you cooked,

dressed pretty. I've got a yarmulke, everything.

Does that seem normal to you?

And I gave up part of the alimony payments.

You what?

Are you crazy? You gave the bum a break?

Who gives up money?

Stop it. It's part of my rehabilitation. I need to feel strong, that I can let go.

How much did you let go?

700.

Fuck me.

I hate Step 9. Stupid Step.

He's at a sensitive age. He shouldn't be with his father too much.

Eli might be drinking with him now. - Stop it. Eli sees a drink he runs.

Why should I stop it?

You know what he's doing with his father right now?

Remember Step 4, fearless self-examination.

Analyzing our lives, no holding back.

You're right.

Of course I am.

Boarding school's the best solution for him. Look at my nephews, Geula's kids.

It did them good.

One's a paratrooper, one's a lawyer, another one's finishing...

That's the last time you mention boarding school or I'll break your bones.

Calm down. - Don't tell me to calm down.

If you were a real man, instead of babbling,

you'd sock one to that bum who's ruining our home and normality.

So say something. Do I have to read your mind Say the word and I finish him. Right away.

Is she also a survivor from the neighborhood?

Forget about it. That's not for sale either.

Even though she's a whore. - A whore? -A whore.

Someone from the neighborhood? - Es.

She whores for money, not for art.

You lousy stinking drunk.

Let's go, Eli.

I met you halfway, I tried to open a new leaf,

and this is what you do?

You know the most important thing for us is Friday Kiddush and you make him stay here.

Go to the flea market, make a few more bucks.

I'll just leave my business card, in case you change your mind.

I want you to know that we really, really love your art.

Really.

Well.

Thanks for the arak.

Let's go.

Listen, Sima.

The fact he's painting you means you're important to him.

No matter what you think of the painting itself.

Fine. I'm a whore? An ugly whore on top of that?

I'll never forgive you for that, Yom Tov. Not for the Kiddush or this shitty painting.

It's not a whore. It's art. It's a documentation of reality.

Documentation my ass.

You always thought you were better than me, didn't you?

You think I don't know that?

You're better than me? Look at this place.

You aren't a good role model for Eli and stick to the hours in our settlement

and the alimony is back to what it was.

No more new deal.

Listen up.

Those guys liked his paintings. They want to buy this painting.

Fine, 700 fucking shekels. Enjoy.

This place is worse than I remembered it.

Why don't you clean up here?

Quiet, Eli.

How can you stand to live and sleep here in this filth?

You know what grossed me out the most? - Sima... -Stop it, Eli.

You stank of alcohol and didn't even wear deodorant.

Let's go, Eli.

And I actually believed you were better,

but you're far from it.

You're not giving,

you're not spiritual like you boast to be.

Why are you so mad? I just had dinner with my son.

We never made such a fuss.

Now you're talking about my sexuality? That I smell?

So why?

Why did you try to kiss me?

Why did you want to sleep with me?

I feel sorry for you. You're pathetic.

I'm pathetic? - Pathetic.

I pulled myself up.

And you?

You're the laughing stock of the neighborhood.

Even your son is ashamed of you.

Tell him, aren't you ashamed?

You wouldn't even be accepted to the holocaust.

How can could you get a woman? You stink.

Come on, Eli, let's go. Before the stink kills us.

Let's go,

Just a second.

I want that painting.

Move. I don't want it staying here. - Stop it!

Take your hands off me. Let's go home, come on.

Eli!

What happened? - Nothing.

What happened? - I said nothing!

What did that bum do to you? Sima.

Tell me what he did. I'll kill him. - Leave me alone.

It's all your fault, fatty. You and your father are both shit.

Don't you know how important Kiddush is to your mother?

Don't you know how much she cooked and did everything? Why?

And for what? So you could sit with that drunk?

I pity you, Yefet.

What?

You know in your heart that she still loves him.

What did you say?

In your heart you know it's true. He's the love of her life.

You're just a substitute.

As soon as he says 'yes", shell dump you.

It's hard living like that, I know, I get you.

Your life's a tragedy.

You're with someone but she loves someone else.

And whatever you do, as much as you move the fence,

as hard as you try to be normal in your crooked ways, it's not going to work.

Hey.

Give me a hug.

Do I stink?

You don't, your clothes do. You have to wash them.

There was no detergent in the camps. - Stop with the fucking holocaust.

She's right. Who would want to live here?

Sell everything and start painting something else.

Sell?

These painting are my salvation.

If I sell them I'll go crazy.

Yom Tov, take your pills. You're making me nervous.

Pills... I don't need pills.

You're lucky.

You don't have the holocaust snuff. It's censored.

The heavy stuff is shown at night.

When I came home from school on Holocaust Remembrance Day

they showed mountains of corpses shoved into a pit by truck.

Mountains.

Look, look.

Bodies...

Where's that asshole's business card? - What?

I want to call him and get an estimate.

If she knows it's worth money she'll change her tune.

Where is it? - What?

I need the number.

I've got the number. I've got everything. -Where?

You're out of your mind.

You made a fucking filter out of it?

Yes?

Hello? Can I speak to Jonathan?

Wrong number, I'm afraid.

Sorry.

Hello?

Yes, please.

Jonathan, please.

Wrong number.

Sorry.

Jonathan, please. - There's no Jonathan here. Bye.

Eli the lucky charm, I'm sorry for hitting you.

Don't apologize to me. Apologize to her.

Go on.

I'm sorry.

She couldn't hear you. Don't whisper.

Sorry.

She's got a name. Speak up and look at her.

Sorry, Anna.

What happened to Eran?

I guess he thought about his actions and realized he was a shit.

Really?

I don't think so.

Maybe he simply realized he shouldn't mess with me.

He's a nothing. - Of course.

What's going on? Everybody get on the bus.

On the bus.

Wanna sit at the back?

Sure.

Eli.

It's my mom. -I'm so sorry, it took me time to make the sandwiches.

Enjoy the field trip. - Her sandwiches are the best.

Mom, this is Anna. Anna, my mom. She makes the best sandwiches.

Nice to meet you. I'm Anna.

Don't buy snacks and candy on the way.

And eat the sabich first while it's hot.

Bye.

Here you go. Full of good stuff.

What's in it?

Tasty, isn't it?

It's too messy.

Too messy?

Too many flavors. It's crass.

Crass? Where did you get that word?

I learned it.

If you don't like don't eat it.

It's just a sandwich. - What did your mother make?

Give it.

Fuck.

Are you crazy? - You hated the sandwich, didn't you?

You don't have to throw it out. - Is this the holocaust?

You didn't like it so I threw it out.

You've lost it.

You and your mother, worse than me.

What are you making?

What's wrong, Sima?

Nothing.

Don't say nothing. What's wrong? - Forget about it, Yefet.

don't want you to interfere.

Son of a bitch.

Yom Tov again? What did he do?

He said I'm not spiritual. I'm not spiritual?

He said that?

He painted me as an ugly whore.

Am I ugly? - A whore?

I'll kill that mother fucker. He's finished.

I'll kill him. You hear me? I'll kill him.

Stop it. I don't want you to get in trouble.

I don't want you to violate your parole.

You're the best, my love.

I'll talk to him.

Talk to him?

He's showing people that painting. Who knows who's seeing it.

Fucking shit.

Is that it? It's pretty.

Sima..

Mother fucker.

You wanted to talk, didn't you? - Morris, come here a sec.

Sit down.

What is it?

You know me, you know him. - I do.

Let's say you're shacking up with a divorced woman.

Let's say her ex talks to her behind your back.

Talks about love.

Are you dumb?

Insults and curses her.

Disrespects her.

I'd pull his eyes out. Either way I'd pull his eyes out.

If it's for love or for disrespecting her.

Nice.

Very nice.

I come here like a man, I don't stir up trouble.

Right.

You can't talk to my fiance behind my back.

You say she's ugly? She isn't spiritual?

If you insult her one more time I'll knock your brains out.

I'll settle things with her when I see her at the club...

No more club for her.

She isn't going to work there anymore.

And don't go putting things in your kid's head.

I don't want to see your face again.

Let's have a drink.

Bring the bottle.

Here you go. - You're the best.

You're my winning card.

What are you going to do with it? Not that I care.

I say burn it.

I don't know yet.

Anything to eat?

Did you two talk? - I tried.

I talked to him rationally but you can't reason with him.

So I showed him.

I humiliated him in front of everybody.

He was probably drunk as shit.

Not yet. He was sober.

He wished he was drunk. I humiliated him in front of everybody.

I told him not to mess with us. You or me. He'll never forget our conversation.

But he's okay, right?

Why do you ask?

I don't want you getting in trouble with his brother Nachshon.

I don't care about his brother, Sima.

And I don't want you to work there anymore. I don't like you being there.

I fuck him up and you work at his brother's place?

How does that look?

Nachshon never interferes.

I don't want him to get any ideas.

That job is part of my rehabilitation. And I don't want to look for work right now.

Besides, Nachshon pays well.

But there's alcohol there and Yom Tov there.

That's it. Over.

Yom Tov is there once a month.

Besides, not drinking makes me stronger.

I conquered the need to drink.

Respect me, alright, Sima?

It's Yom Tov's place too.

Respect me, Sima.

Hello? - Jonathan?

No, Volvo dealership. - My mistake.

You're nuts.

You're going to thank me later.

Hello? - Jonathan, please.

Speaking.

Jonathan from the art gallery?

Yes, who is it?

Auditions for a new telenovela.

Here you go, girls. We're always looking for new faces.

Auditions to for a new telenovela.

You're perfect for it, dear. Auditions...

What is it? - Auditions for a new telenovela.

Give me one. -It's for girls. - Give it!

Anna.

Here, auditions for a telenovela.

You think I'm gonna do that shit? It's beneath me.

What do you care? It's perfect for you. - Leave me alone.

Okay, sorry. - Go away, Eli.

Where's the painting?

The painting I brought yesterday. - How should I know? I didn't touch it.

Sima, I'm not a kid. The painting isn't here. Where is it?

I don't know. - I took it.

Where is it? - None of your business. I wanted to hang it up.

Bring back the painting. - I wanted to hang it up Don't you have more paintings of his?

I brought the painting to burn it, not to hang it on the wall.

Burn something else.

Tell that to your mother who told me to bring it -Eli, bring back the painting, please.

Bring it back because if I find it you're a goner.

It's worth a lot of money. - My ass it's worth!

Bring it back or I'll toss your room.

Yefet, no need to threaten. Eli, please bring back the painting.

I returned it to Yom Tov. If you want you can go to him. -You bastard.

He painted you because you're important to him. - Everything he does is sincere.

Yom Tov again? Yom Tov, Yom Tov...

Did you ever defend me like that? Did you ever talk about me like that?

I'm your mother. I made a choice and you're not respecting that.

You keep taking his side.

I give you everything and how do you repay me?

You always take his side. Always.

Son of a bitch. -Go to your room. Tell him to go to his room.

Aren't you going to say anything? - You deserved that punishment.

Go to your room and don't come out until tomorrow.

And no going out all week.

Just school and home, home and school.

Are you okay? - Don't hit him ever again.

Alright.

Hello, you've reached the city development department.

For a representative press 1.

To leave a message press 2.

To leave a voice mail press 9.

Please leave your message.

Hello, I want to report a fucker who's invading public property on 9 Elul St.

A burlap fence and jagged fence posts.

So just get there.

Anna, go back and practice.

Can I have a bite?

Funny.

I can't live without you.

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

What?

How was it?

Sounds believable?

What?

I got the lines for the audition.

Oh, the telenovela.

Didn't you say it was beneath you?

You convinced me.

We need the money, so I went. They shot me, gave me lines.

Cool.

Anyway, you have to work on it. It was a bit forced.

Never mind. It's not for me.

Why? Don't. Don't give up. - I'm giving up.

You just need to sound more passionate. That's it.

Why don't you come over and well work on it?

Sure.

Great.

Is that your mother?

Yeah.

Why didn't she come to Israel with you?

Let's start.

Give me a second.

You're my only hope. - Yeah, yeah.

You're my only hope of getting out of here. I can't live here anymore.

Line?

Come tonight at 7, I'll wait for you on the balcony.

I love you.

Then I say, I love you too.

And they kiss.

Come tonight at 7, I'll wait for you on the balcony.

love you.

I love you too.

What was that sandwich thing? - What does that matter? Let's keep working.

Cool down, Eli. It's too early to work on the kissing.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. - It's just lines, I'm not into you either.

Good thing we made that clear.

And I'm sorry about your mother. I could've been more polite.

What?

About the sandwich.

Forget about it. - Are you two that close?

I don't feel like talking about it right now.

Okay.

She was a junky.

Your mother?

Is that a bird?

A sad bird that likes drugs.

That's what I thought when I was a kid. It's a drug addict.

She was always like that, but after the divorce it got worse.

You couldn't imagine what she did to get a fix.

And she still did everything so that I wouldn't be taken away. She fought hard.

When that didn't work she got herself clean for me.

You're sweet.

I promise not to tell anyone what you just told me.

The whole neighborhood knows.

You can't go to the audition like that. - Like what?

The earrings, the piercings.

Fuck them. -Fuck them? They're looking for someone normal.

Don't tell me how to look, Eli. - They're looking for normal.

Fuck normal, okay?

Do you want the part or not? - Go away.

What? -What don't you get Go away, Eli. Get out.

Scram.

What's wrong with you? Stupid.

I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have let him hit you.

Should we watch another episode?

From Eli's school, right? - Yeah, I'm in his class. Anna.

This is a normal house.

You can't come here in the middle of the night dressed like...

Hey. - Hi, I'll go now.

No, wait. I'll be back in 10 minutes.

Forget it, Eli. - Isn't he grounded?

Come back inside. You're grounded until the end of the week.

Leave him alone. We'll talk with him later. - If not now than when?

Come back inside, for the painting and not being on your mother's side.

Tomorrow. I have to go now. I promise tomorrow.

Inside I said. Back inside.

You need a truck to move him. Back inside. -Get off.

You think you can get away with what you did? Inside.

Yefet... -Fuck you. - What did you say? -Fuck you.

Yefet, don't. For me, my love.

You should thank your mother for being here.

Fuck parents.

Wish they died before making us.

I'm sorry for my behavior earlier.

I was nervous.

When's your audition?

Tomorrow at 4, but I don't have a chance.

I don't know my lines.

So improvise. You can do it.

I'm shaking from fear.

Don't worry, I'll go with you.

But what will I wear?

You were right about my clothes.

Come on.

Hi, what's up?

Hey, Lucky Charm!

You're so pretty.

Are you looking for work? - This is Anna, from my class.

You look 20. What are you doing in 8th grade?

11th grade. - 11th grade.

Want a Cola, Anna? - No, I'm good.

We need to talk. - Enjoy.

Sorry, sorry.

What happened to Yefet? Came by and started firing people?

I dunno, he's crazy. - I never liked him.

Never understood what she saw in him. - I wanted to talk to you about him. -What?

Can you hit Yefet? Really fuck him up?

I could make him disappear. But I won't get into it. It's between them.

It's not just between them. e threatened Yom Tov and broke into his hous

That's between him and Yom Tov. - He hit me and called her a slut.

The Russian?

Anna, yeah.

You think I can't bring a few men and have his head smashed up?

That ain't a problem.

But I can't. I have my honor.

In business? No problem. But not with family matters.

Do you want to come over to our house? No problem. Friday, Saturday.

You want money? Whatever you want. Just not that.

Can I get the 200 early?

No problem.

You aren't spending it on her, are you?

No way.

Anything going on between you two?

Something's slowly happening.

Slowly?

Yeah, why?

That kind start nicely, make you feel like a king,

then take you over.

They control your feelings, drive you crazy.

Then they stand you up.

And they leave you because you don't understand them.

And every time they come back it's another present and then another.

And you're left penniless. Then what? You get a job, sit in prison,

while she raises her daughter overseas on your dime.

That bitch. I still miss her.

That cunt thinks she invented the pussy. But it's wrong.

Remember when I almost left Dalya? - Yeah.

But she's a good girl, she's not like that.

Oh, sorry.

If she's ever looking for work send her to me.

That Yefet is killing me.

Let's go, Anna.

That was great, Anna. Not bad at all.

Thanks.

We're having a party on Thursday,

so that the crew can get to know each other.

You can come if you want. Well send you the address.

Does that mean I got the part?

Well find something for you.

Thanks.

Bye. - Bye.

Well? How was it?

Fun.

Yeah? - Yeah.

I made two mistakes but I rolled with it. I think they liked it.

I don't know if I got it but I have a good feeling.

Great!

Thank you. It's all because of the clothes you bought me.

Nonsense.

Let's get out of here.

Good luck. - Thank you.

Why "good luck" -Forget it.

What's up, Yefet?

Bitton, what's up? What's happening?

Fine.

Come in, have some coffee. - We came to check something.

Come in for a coffee. Come, come.

Coffee? - Sima!

Bitton, how are you? -Thanks, dear. - Say hello to Rutti. -I will.

When is she due? - A week or two.

Boy, girl? Do you know? - Boy, thank God. -Boy? -Yeah.

As long as it's healthy. - Amen. Thank you.

So?

We came to measure things.

Measure what?

They say the path is shorter. It will only take 2-3 minutes.

You asshole. -Yefet... - You should be ashamed.

Your mother was my kindergarten teacher. You come and take measurements?

Yefet... - Don't "Yefet..." me.

Get the fuck out of here. “-Yefet, calm down.

We have to do our job. - Don't tell me to calm down.

Get the fuck out of here. - What's wrong?

That fucking bastard sent two fuckers here. - I didn't mention any names.

Get out of here before I break your bones.

Calm down. - Go! -Yefet!

Calm him down, Sima, otherwise he'll get into trouble.

Yefet, don't! - Son of a bitch...

Yefet!

You crazy mother fucker. - Yefet, calm down! Yefet!

Son of a bitch! - Scram!

Send a unit immediately. This guy's crazy.

Yefet, calm down! - Yefet! Yefet!

Son of a bitch.

Fuck you, mother fucker.

Move! - Leave, you son of a bitch!

Fuck you, mother fucker!

That low life should be ashamed.

Who?

Who? That loser Yom Tov.

Willing to ruin his son's home because of his ego.

Where are you going? - Cigarettes.

Carton of Marlboro. - 350.

And... A little bottle of vodka bottle.

Sima..

Come.

Did you get me the cigarettes?

Call Yossi, my lawyer. He's not taking my calls.

Just cigarettes, officer. - I'll be out in a couple of days.

Can you make sure Yefet gets these? - Sit down. I'll help you when I'm done here.

I've been sitting here for an hour. - Sit down. I'll call you.

What a cunt.

Sit.

Don't worry, he'll get out tomorrow. We'll call Yossi the lawyer, he's great.

Stinking rat. Low-life.

I thought we started over.

Eli, he might lose his probation.

We have to be strong.

Sima..

What?

Nothing. We are strong.

Wow, what's going on?

That's just what we need now. Call a plumber.

It'll take days to clean up. - We won't find a plumber at this hour.

There should be a number on the fridge.

Should we call Yom Tov? - Are you crazy?

He'll fix it in a jiffy. - Where do you come up with these ideas?

Look what's going on here. - Leave me alone!

Call a plumber, wake someone up.

The plumber will take at least a grand.

He'll say night fee, and add on materials.

At least 1,500 shekels.

Yom Tov will do it for free. - Are you nuts? After what he did to us.

How do you know it was him? - I'd rather die than ask him to come.

Shit.

Sima, it wasn't Yom Tov who called them. - Forget about it, Eli.

It wasn't Yom Tov, it was me.

Yefet was on my case and I... I couldn't help it.

I called them and left a message.

I didn't think they'll do anything about it.

Sima.

Sima, say something.

Sima!

I didn't know he'd get arrested. You think I'd have done it if I knew?

Sima... Sima!

Sima, say something.

Why are you combing your hair right now?

Sima?

Yom Tov, the house is flooded, a pipe exploded.

Yefet was arrested and there's no one to fix it. We can't sleep in there.

What did he do? - What does it matter?

So you want to sleep here tonight? - I can't leave her alone. She's in bad way.

She almost bought alcohol today. Come on, come over.

Sit down. I want to talk to you.

Eli! Come here! Sit down. -What?

You have to understand.

When we were together that's how your mother kept bringing me home

Something always needed fixing, and I came to fix it and stayed.

She didn't break anything. It happened. A blockage.

She asked for a plumber, not for you.

I wanted you to come. She was against it but I convinced her. -Eli, stop it.

Enough. -What did I do? - Stop interfering!

You don't know what she's capable of when she wants something.

And when she does, her manipulations grow.

It's not like that, Yom Tov. - You have no idea...

You have no idea how far she can go.

She made fake suicide attempts. Took pills.

I'd take her to the hospital, take care of her.

Look after her, and she liked it.

It was like an addiction. I was addicted to it, too Even though I'm not like that.

I was addicted to her action, to her drama.

They weren't real, right? -What? - Her suicide attempts.

Leave me alone. Don't you understand?

I don't want to do this anymore. Enough!

She has Yefet now. It's his turn.

When I decided I wasn't responsible e madness quit bugging me and you know wh

Nothing happened. The world didn't end. There other things in the world besides Sima.

And you should do the same.

Be more like me.

Here.

Drink this.

You can drink one time. It won't make you an alcoholic.

Who?

How are you, Sima?

What are you doing here?

Do you know any cheap plumbers?

Sima? Do you need something? - No.

Is everything alright? - Everything's fine, never mind.

It's fine.

How much? - I don't need money.

How about a blowjob for old times' sake?

Fuck you and take your money.

Who does she have to impress? Yefet's in jail.

Me... She thinks I'm the devil himself.

She has no reason to make an effort.

When she used to get in that mood she'd be in a different world.

Brushed her hair for hours and hours, all about herself...

Hours on end... Brushing her hair.

As if she wants to...

Mom..

Mom..

Mom..

Mom!

Mom, don't die.

Mom.

Mom, don't die.

Sima... Sima!

Sima! Sima..

Everything's alright, Sweetie.

Not Sima, Mom.

Go on, feed. Everything's okay.

Eli...

It never happened, okay?

Good morning. - Good morning.

Make breakfast, honey. I'm cleaning.

Hello. - Hey. -Hi.

Where are you? - At home, a bit tired.

Are you coming to the production party tonight?

They invited you. - You'll come with me.

Besides, I don't want to be there alone with all those old guys.

Maybe.

No maybe. You're coming. Okay?

Thanks for coming.

I slipped up yesterday.

After a year and a half of being clean.

I took a hit yesterday. Just one.

I'm starting to count the days from zero. I've been clean for half a day.

We love you.

Do you want to share the details with us?

It happened last night.

I did something I shouldn't have.

What?

I cheated on Yefet.

Who with?

What does that matter? I cheated on him.

I cheated on Yefet, my love.

The man who supported me through all the Steps, who believed in me,

I cheated on him.

I cheated on him, Simona.

Are you going to Anna's?

Yeah.

He has a girlfriend. She's a sweetie.

Has he been crying? - He hasn't cried in years.

So good things are happening to him.

Hello? - Yeah...

Who's home?

How did you get out? - I told you I have a great lawyer.

You're amazing. - I missed you.

How are you, fatty?

Great.

By the way, she cheated on you. With someone you know really well. -Eli...

You can ask Simona and her friends, you can all do Step 9 together.

What's he talking about? - He's confused.

It's not what you think.

Yefet, please...

Leave her alone, stupid. Leave her.

Go away! - Leave her alone!

Simona!

Come here. Get in the house. - Yefet... -Come here I say.

Leave her alone! - Get off... Simona!

Leave her alone, Yefet. - Move.

Move, you bitch. Come here.

Come here, stupid. - Yefet!

Yefet, let go of me! Yefet! -Why?

Why? -Leave her alone, Yefet. - Why?

Stop it! Let her go. You're killing her.

Why, Sima, why?

Yefet! Stop! - Why, Sima, why?

Yefet, enough! - Why, Sima?

Why?! - You killed her, stop.

Why, Sima? Why? - Yefet...

I think that's the best possible solution.

What happened, Eli? Why aren't you in school?

I'm moving in with you.

Get them out of here. I need quiet.

Didn't you want me to sell your paintings?

I told them everything about the phone calls and the business card.

They loved it.

Come here. What's wrong?

Come here. - What?

What happened?

I'm moving in with you. - No. I'm flying to Berlin.

They want to give me a show, those dummies.

I'll house-sit for you.

Stop it. Inside Sima's a good person.

A good mother, that is. Forget everything I said last week. I was drunk.

Isn't she a good mom? That's the most important thing.

It's you she always loved.

She and I didn't get along. Big deal. Never mind.

But she always loved you, gave you everything you needed. Always.

She's a good mom.

What happened? - Nothing happened!

Something happened. - I'm unhappy.

Enough. You want me to get involved with her again?

Good things are happening.

Finally something good is happening to me.

What's up, lucky charm? - Fine.

I'm taking Sima's place.

Listen, listen. Stop.

You're going to school like a regular kid, because I'm done

with everybody doing whatever they feel like doing, clear?

Fine, I'll go to school and I'll move in with you.

Here, need money? - I don't want your 200 shekels anymore.

I want to work here like you.

Go home, Eli.

Don't put me between your mother and father and don't put yourself there.

Go.

Fuck you.

How are you, beautiful?

You know I really wanted you to get the role.

Yeah? Thanks. - I discovered Niv Rigger.

Wow, she's a star.

How about we go downstairs and have a little coke?

Eli! He's my friend. - Friend like a boyfriend?

A partner? - Yeah.

What's up? Good to see you.

What did that skank want from you?

She's full of shit.

What's going on?

I can't deal with Sima.

Whatever. When we get back my dad will be drunk.

What are you drinking?

Vodka.

Want some?

Bring me arak.

Fine.

Give me a hug.

Never mind a hug.

Hey. She needs to swallow, don't mess up the seats.

Shut the fuck up, asshole. - Your mother's an asshole.

Are you okay, Eli?

Get out of the cab. - Wait a second.

Out! You too, slut. - Fine, shut up.

Get out. - Ok, stop.

Eli, Eli. - Get out of the cab.

Eli, Eli... Eli, calm down.

Eli, don't. Eli, stop it. Eli!

Stop! Stop! Stop! - Hey! Hey!

Come here, you son of a bitch. - Eli, you'll kill him.

Son of a bitch! - Stop it! Enough!

Move! Come here, you son of a bitch.

You bastard.

Come here you bastard, you son of a bitch.

Eli, listen... Eli, wait, we need to talk. No, Eli, wait.

We need to talk. Wait. Eli...

Look, Eli, I saw death too many times in my life.

God loves me, otherwise he wouldn't have given me so many chances in life.

Look, I'm sorry for the other day.

I apologize. I'm ashamed. It was like a bad dream, I...

I wasn't myself, Eli. I...

It haunts me.

Nothing happened, right?

Nothing happened? - I'm human and humans make mistakes.

I'm asking you to forgive me.

Listen to me, Eli.

I got my punishment, ♪ I paid the price for my sins.

Please forgive me.

That's the most important thing in the world for me.

Step 9. Please, Eli. Wait, wait. I'm begging you.

I apologize for what happened.

Listen, God punished me when I was a child.

I had crazy parents. My mother was a psycho. My father beat her up.

He used to hit me too.

Forgive me.

Eli, wait. - Don't touch me.

He once locked me in my room for four days...

Stop it! - Without food or water.

Stop it! - I drank my own piss.

Stop it!

Affirmative. I got it, thank you. - Hey, hey...

Back away, please. -What's going on here? What happened? -Nothing.

Stay back. No passage through here.

Behind the tape, please.

Thank you.

Some drug addict committed suicide or something.