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This series is fictional.

Any similarity between the events or characters and reality is pure coincidence.

''To our son who is now a man, for your Bar Mitzvah, from Mom and Dad''

''Blessed are You, God, King of the universe...''

''Who has sanctified us and commanded us to wrap ourselves in a prayer shawl.''

Why are you sitting in the dark?

Come help Dad, you dick. - Leave him alone.

Maor, get me the stool.

Lighten up, will you?

What is it, son?

Is it because of Wasa?

May his memory be a blessing.

Of all your friends, I liked him most.

He's got no friends. Didn't even go to his funeral.

Wasa got what he deserved.

Why rape a girl? May God forgive him.

These Ethiopians are all perverts, Dad, they should all be deported back. Fuck them.

Shut up, you fucker.

Say what?!

You heard me. Fuck off.

That's no way to talk to your older brother. - Stand up, say it to my face.

Maor, cut it out.

You boys want schnitzels or burgers?

Whip up some schnitzels. - Fine.

Menachem, you want fries?

Bring the potatoes, I'll peel them here.

Menachem, where to?

Menachem!

Give me the bottle, Osher. - Have some water.

We gotta finish the bottle. - Have some water instead.

Gimme that! In honor of Wasa.

Fine, one last shot.

Gimme the bottle, you fucker!

What're you doing?

What're you doing? - Osher!

Osher, get off me!

You and Menachem are cunts...

Motherfuckers!

I'm not Menachem.

Don't lie to yourself, okay?

UNKNOWNS

4. CALM AS DEATH

''Wasa Awaka''

Hi...

I wanted to surprise you.

It's bad luck.

Fine, I'll take it apart.

What's done is done.

Blessed are you, God, King of the universe...

''Who instructed us on washing hands.''

You should eat first. Want scrambled eggs or a sunny side up?

Scrambled eggs it is.

''A boy from Beit Shemesh accused of rape, committed suicide.''

Force yourself to have breakfast, it's not healthy.

You came home late last night. - Yes.

I didn't want to wake you up. Come on, eat.

You spent the whole night in Interrogations? - Yep, they ask many questions.

Needs salt. - Did they ask you why he killed himself?

They know why, I didn't need to explain.

All he wanted was to join the IDF troupe and sing. It can't be that he...

These boys come from... - I know where they come from.

I'm not arguing with you.

Want more coffee? - Did you treat him okay?

Of course.

Did you hit him?

What? - To get him to talk.

You think I do that?

''Message deleted''

I still don't get why you deleted that text message...

I told you, no reason!

I didn't rape Liel nor kill Wasa, what are you accusing me of?

Oh, my God...

''Murderer''

I'll handle this.

Want to take a taxi?

Angesh.

I wanted to talk to you,

but I couldn't at the Shivah, in front of everyone.

Talk about what?

Wasa didn't rape her.

I can only imagine what you and your family are going through and what you're facing...

He always said you're different,

that you care. - I do.

Then help us.

How?

He was ashamed.

Of what?

Tell me what you know.

I promise that it'll stay between us.

I swear to you.

If you want me to help, you must tell me what you know.

Wasa, he...

he liked boys.

That's why he didn't...

He was scared.

He didn't want anyone to know.

He didn't rape her,

He didn't do it.

I can check your neighbor's security cam. - I don't want to.

But it's a personal threat...

Let it go. - So why did you call me over?

To help me clean this shit off.

Got any idea why he killed himself?

I can't figure it out.

What does Naomi say?

I want to leave her out of this.

So we're closing this case?

Of course not.

I'll leave no stone unturned. - With no DNA or complaint?

She'll press charges.

But everyone thinks it's Wasa. - Their problem.

Let's wait a week or two,

it'll give us time to find the scumbag who did it.

I'd never kill myself. Would you?

Depends, everyone has his reasons.

But suicide is against religion.

What religion? Are these Ethiopians even Jews?

Shut up! - Chill out, will you?

Wasa was your friend. - Here comes Menachem.

What's up, fuckers?

Where've you been, you wiener?

What's up?

I've been looking for you for three days.

I fucked your sister and put you on ''mute''.

Your friend is dead.

YOUR friend is dead.

He killed himself, he didn't die.

You know why he did it?

Because they were gonna hang him from his dick.

If that nigger even had a dick...

Why didn't you come to the funeral?

I have nothing to do with that foreign worker.

You two looked pretty close...

Your girlfriend's pussy is confusing you. I had nothing to do with Wasa.

Did you tell the cops anything?

Osher!

Come here, I wanna talk to you.

What are you, his bitch?!

How are things?

Fine.

You think having a red cheek is fine?

Don't let anyone slap you around, not even as a joke, you hear?

He never hits me.

I don't know why he's acting up, now that...

Now that what?

What?

Now that what?

Nothing.

Did you lie for him? - No, no...

Did you lie to back Menachem up?

Who'd you lie to? Avner?

Why are you grilling me like a cop?

Stay away from Menachem.

Stop lying for him and piling on police records because you won't get drafted

and you'll stay his bitch your whole life, understand me?

You're giving your life up for who? - I get it.

For this douchebag?

Where's your girlfriend?

Agam? She's not my... it's over.

Why, what did you do?

Some jackass at her party called me a thug from Beit Shemesh.

So I slapped him and he went flying... - Aren't you?

You want one too?

You punch someone for dissing you? What are you, a baboon?

Yes, I am. - No, you're not.

I'm a baboon. - You rise above it.

Even if you're exploding inside,

you keep your composure.

Poker face. Know what I mean?

A Samurai.

You know how powerful that is? The effect it has on your opponent?

He'll try even harder. - Stop looking for excuses.

You know what I'm saying, right?

So Agam freaked out?

Saw you lashing out and cut you off?

She said I'm ruining her party. - You did.

I did.

It's okay, couples fight all the time.

She's angry now, you just have to kiss up to her.

She's screening my calls.

Then make her answer you.

How?

How?

You're such a pisser...

Poker face.

Be a man. -Yep. - Off you go.

What did that narc talk to you about? - Nothing.

Nothing? Tell me.

About girls.

Girls?

You're asking that faggot for advice about girls?

You're a faggot, shut up!

Who'd you call a faggot?!

Who'd you call a faggot?!

Menachem! - Who'd you call a faggot?! Who do you think you are?!

Menachem, leave him alone!

Osher, put that down or I'll call Geula!

Are you for real?!

Community service is six months, max, he doesn't really care about you!

Once he's done, he leaves, but you and I stay here!

Unfortunately, we don't have psychological services.

Yes, of course.

What's going on?

They're just goofing off.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor, they'll really appreciate it.

Goodbye.

Listen, I want to take the boys out for a little bit.

They're having a hard time.

And go where?

I was thinking about horseback riding.

Horseback riding is fun, releases energy.

My treat.

It's fine, the mayor is happy to give us this gift after what we've been through.

But Naomi can't ride a horse in her condition.

Neither can I. You and Orel will go.

You okay with horses? - Yep. -Great.

Orel, go round up the boys. - Will do.

Two didn't arrive today, I forgot their names.

Yes, Tal and Shaked.

Okay, will you go pick them up? - Sure.

But I want Naomi to come with me. - Fine.

Naomi, team up with Yaniv. Off you go.

Can I offer you something to cheer you up? Chocolate?

No, I'm fine.

Music?

I have a splitting headache.

I've got Metamizole, Advil and Paracetamol.

Got any water?

Thanks.

''Blessed are You, God... by Whose word all things came to be.''

You loved him, huh?

Very much.

He was gentle.

He had a childish sense of humor.

He made me laugh.

How could your husband think he was a rapist? He looks nothing like a rapist.

Menachem, on the other hand...

Maybe he pushed him to do it.

Even if we raise every possibility, we'll never know...

But he was with him.

Who? - Menachem.

He was with Wasa the night of the rape.

Who told you?

Osher.

Not in so many words, but... - You and Osher are besties, huh?

What does Avner say?

He doesn't know either.

I bet he took it hard.

I suppose.

You suppose? It happened on his shift.

I'm not blaming him or anything,

but he does have the answers.

He said he treated Wasa nicely.

No interrogator treats a suspect nicely.

All he's after is a confession, that's his job.

Maybe it's because Wasa wasn't used to it,

it was his first arrest.

You think that's why he killed himself?

Turn here.

This is where Shaked lives, in case you come here by yourself.

Want me to come with you?

You don't have to.

Say...

is there a way to restore a text message that was deleted before you got to read it?

If you have an app that saves incoming messages, yes.

I don't.

If it's crucial, my friend who works in information security can restore it for you.

Should I talk to him? -Could you? - Sure.

Maybe he can connect to your phone remotely.

No need. I was just curious.

We have a limited window of opportunity.

As long as she doesn't want to press charges... - She doesn't know what she wants.

You said yourself that she zoned out. - You can't force her.

Putting some sense into her is forcing? - It's her choice

what, how, when and who to tell. - Fine.

I don't plan to sit and wait for years

until she regrets that nobody urged her to press charges.

You're barking up the wrong tree. Accept that.

Are you afraid of getting sacked?

What do I tell her?

That she's gotta talk.

That an innocent kid is dead because she wouldn't talk.

I can't say that to her.

What text message did you want to restore?

No big deal.

Who was it from?

Never mind, I let it go.

What is it?

My feet are hurting.

You can barely walk, you shouldn't have come.

It's these boots.

Take them off,

I'll give you my shoes.

What about you? You'll walk barefoot? - I'll wear your boots and...

waddle along...

What? -Nothing. You're smiling again. - Because you're funny.

He's flirting with Naomi, bro.

Pathetic. - He's not flirting with her, he's gay.

Yaniv is gay?

Can't you tell he's Osher's bitch?

Okay, attention, everyone.

Menachem, where are you going? - To the horses.

We're here to ride them. - Later. First we need to talk.

Eli, what are you doing?

We can smoke here, We're outside the school.

Let me talk, please.

Wasa's death has shaken us all,

and it's important to talk it out.

What's the use, Geula?

It won't bring him back.

Keeping it inside is harmful as well.

It's all Avner's fault.

Show respect.

Butt out, you narc. - Calm down.

I'm as calm as death.

Wasa committed suicide, he didn't die of police brutality.

When a loved one dies, we react by...

Loved? He wasn't loved.

You know what denial is?

''It's not real, it didn't happen, he wasn't loved...'' - You're in denial!

You know what Avner does when you guys aren't around?

We hang out in a park or the forest and he comes to harass us for no reason.

That dick acts like a gangster, thinks he's macho.

That snake takes our phones away so we can't film him,

and then he frisks us. If you talk, you get slapped and cuffed.

I'm sure there's another side to that story.

We know whose side you're on.

Yinon, what's your take?

Menachem is right.

And yours?

My take is that we're here to ride horses.

You're right. Let's go.

Don't believe them, they're liars.

May God save us from them.

Why don't you join them?

I don't feel like it.

Try it, it's fun, I wish I could.

I'm not in the mood.

Wait, stay with me. How are you holding up?

I dunno...

Want to share with me?

Share what, Naomi?

Wasa died for nothing.

This beats fucking, huh?

Is that how you hold Agam when you fuck her?

Hold her tightly... - Knock it off!

You got a problem with me?

What do you think?

I think the volunteer turned you against me.

Wasa is dead, Menachem.

May he rest in peace.

Had we told the truth, he'd be alive.

Don't you care that he died?

You want me to cry?

Did you rape her?

Maybe you raped her, so you feel guilty about Wasa.

Why did you tell me to lie?

Just shut the fuck up, will you?

Tell me.

Shut up, you informant, they can hear you.

I lied for you.

You and I watched ''Widows'' till 6:00 a.m.

Quit mind-fucking me.

Want me to fuck you somewhere else?

Why did I have to lie?

Yaniv!

Wanna race me?

You're not allowed to. - But horses are meant to gallop.

You screwed me over.

Screwed you over? I love you more than anything.

Yaniv, let's race.

The instructor said no.

Saying ''no'' turns me on.

It's not safe.

Safe my ass, you nerd. He and I are both felons.

Come on, Yaniv, don't be a chicken.

Hey! - Giddy up, cowboy!

Come back here!

Yaniv is leaving Menachem in the dust, huh?

Are you for real?! What if you fell?!

Relax, your insurance covers it.

Who won? - I did, of course.

I got a crappy horse that barely moves.

Blame the horse...

Congrats.

You beat an 18 year old who'd just lost his friend.

Well?

What is it?

You're not gonna like this. - She still won't press charges?

She left the country. - What?!

She flew with her parents to Barcelona.

Why Barcelona?

Neighbors saw them leaving. They left yesterday morning.

Return tickets? - They return in 10 days.

Damn it.

''How to restore deleted text messages''

Hi.

What's with the mud? - I'll clean it up.

You okay? - Tired.

Can't you ask Geula to finish early till after the birth?

These boys are killing you.

You should look after yourself too, and rest.

Give me your feet. - It's okay.

Come on, I'll massage you. - No need to.

You used to beg me for foot massages.

I didn't shower yet. - So?

I walked in mud all day.

Why?

We took the boys horseback riding.

Did they kill the horses? Burn down the stable? What now?

They're in trauma, Avner.

We're trying to help them cope.

Why isn't Ronit eating with us?

Ronit, come. - Later.

Don, why aren't you eating? - I'm not hungry.

Should I serve you?

Delicious, thank you, Naomi.

Wait for her before you start eating.

Eat up, sweetie, I want to pray first.

Have lunch with us first.

Naomi, can I join your prayer? - Of course.

What should I say? I want to say a prayer for Wasa.

There's the Mishna, but reciting the Psalms is just as good.

The important thing is to really mean it, Yinon.

Pray for the ascent of his soul.

I'm here if you need me.

Did you patch things up with your girlfriend?

Not yet.

Did you ever give her anything?

Like a gift? - Yes.

Did you give her the bike I brought you?

No, it was stolen.

How?

You scatterbrain. - What can I tell you...

What does a woman like?

Dick.

Money.

Wrong. Attention. To know that you think about her.

You have to buy her a nice gift

so she knows she's on your mind.

She'll think it was stolen.

Go see her, so she sees that you care.

Are you eavesdropping?

And apologize.

It's nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, it shows power.

Except when they don't deserve an apology.

You could use some tips about women yourself.

Where are you going? - Out.

Where?

Why do you care?

Osher, respect your mom! - Shut up and butt out!

I'm talking to you. This isn't a hotel!

I worry about you. Tell me where you hang out.

Is this about a girl?

Yes.

Tell me about her. - There's nothing to tell.

Is she from Beit Shemesh? - No.

Where from?

She's a kibbutznik, okay? - Really?

How are you getting there?

What's with this interrogation?

You're my son.

I'm taking her bowling.

How can you afford a date? - I can't.

I need 200 shekels.

I don't have.

Give me. -I don't have! - Come on! -Stop it, Mom!

I can barely afford hair dye, and you go shopping and pay for hookers?!

You get welfare, which I don't touch.

It barely pays for bills and food, and I pay rent!

Then let your shitty boyfriend chip in!

Osher, you wanna go bowling with your bimbo or go straight to the hospital?!

Fuck you, you son of a bitch! - Get out!

Go to your little whore!

Enough. Okay?

Enough.

Get up for work.

What is this? We said no more drugs at home.

I said that, and I get to bend the rules.

Now get off your lazy ass. Push it all by tonight.

You push it! I'm not your gofer!

Shut up! - I'm done working for you.

Who do you wanna work for, you traitor? The Arab who's fucking Osher's mom?

You think I don't know? I know everything,

I've got eyes everywhere, so I'm warning you, Menachem.

You're my little brother, but if you betray me...

For the peanuts you pay me? - Shut up!

Be thankful that I keep this household running.

You think we'd make ends meet with Dad's measly pension?

No, but I take care of it, so get to work!

Tell Dad how you make a living... - Shut up! You wanna finish Dad?

Tell him, and I'll dig a grave for you next to Wasa!

If anything finishes Dad, it's knowing that you were fired from the port!

Today I'm gonna slaughter you! You're going down!

What?

Let's go.

Agam!

Agam, wait! - What? What do you want from me?

Your forgiveness.

I was a jerk, you're mad at me, I deserve it. - Correct.

But I want another chance, I even asked...

See that bonehead in the car?

Who's that? - My teacher, he drove me here.

He saw how important it was for me to tell you this personally.

What kind of teacher drives a Jaguar. - A loaded one.

Loaded? In Beit Shemesh?

He's a volunteer from Tel Aviv.

Oh, he chose Beit Shemesh. That's even weirder.

Come ask him.

Okay.

Agam... -Okay means you forgive me? - Maybe.

Agam, get real. - He's a felon.

Agam... -Bye. - He's dangerous!

Bye! - She's nuts.

What's the plan? - Are you a good bowler? -The best.

Yeah? - Yeah.

Surprised? Check out my muscles.

I'm scared.

What if I beat you? - We'll see about that.

Will you get mad and hit me?

Kidding. Let's go, I love bowling.

Come on.

Agam, meet Yaniv. -Nice to meet you. - Same here.

Get in.

Back seat.

Where to? - The mall on 6 Yigal Alon street.

So, why Beit Shemesh of all places?

Because of Osher, of course...

Wow, of course.

Are you coming with us or are you just our chaperon?

No, I gotta head back to Tel Aviv. - ''Calculating route...''

You play head to head.

Move, you crappy ball!

This ball's got it in for me.

Wanna see some magic? - You're magic.

Don't make me lose focus.

Pay attention.

What a shame...

I think the bowling balls are busted.

No, it's us, we suck.

No, it's the balls. - We suck, let's go.

Let's play another round.

I have no more money.

It's okay, I'll pay. - No, no.

Why not? It's a feminist concept, very evolved.

Forget feminism. - Please...

Let's go for a walk. - What's the big deal?

Aren't those your friends? - Yes.

Did you invite them here? - No.

Okay...

How'd you know I'm here?

Give it to her. -Here you go, sweetie.

My gift to you.

For your birthday. - With love.

A little late, but you didn't invite us to your party,

so we came to you. - Oh...

What a surprise, thanks.

Open up.

Should I?

Wow, what a surprise.

Really? - It's awesome, thanks.

You like?

Very much.

Thank you. - My pleasure. Enjoy it, sweetie.

A friend of Osher's is a friend of ours.

There's a receipt, it's not stolen.

Thanks. - My pleasure.

You guys playing? - If Osher pays.

I am.

I'd never let my woman pay. - I'd never let my man pay,

so we wouldn't get along.

Go pay at the front desk. - I'll go, Osher.

I'll pour us something nice to drink.

Move, don't just sit there like a faggot.

Let's pour them some drinks.

Why are we here, bro?

To cheer up, buddy.

We can't mope around all day.

Play.

Must I teach you everything?

Pay attention.

See?

When you strike, strike hard.

Here you go.

And painfully.

With vodka. - I don't drink on school nights, thanks.

Show some respect. - What's it got to do with respect?

Give her some. - She said no.

The alcoholic turned down vodka, that's new.

Nice. Here's to Agam. - Here's to you.

Here's to Agam.

Your turn.

''Turn him around, don't pay him any attention''

''Turn him around...''

Go get her the ball, be a gentleman. - I'll get it.

I told Osher to do it.

Get her a green one, it's my lucky color. - Mine too.

Really? - Yep.

How's our Osher?

He's a good kid

Is he? Is that what you think?

We're gangsters, sweetie, don't fool yourself.