Dead Language (2025) Movie Script

1
If there is one thing we can perhaps
take comfort from in this dark world,
it is that we can still look back
to those who walked this earth,
thousands of years ago,
and in acts of radical hope,
left behind these communications for us,
like a message in a bottle.
Texts that have withstood everything
and traveled through time all the way here.
And it is by reviving,
decoding these texts
that we can look back
and imagine a shared future for humanity.
That's it. That's how I wrapped it up.
And...there was this silence.
Then someone in the last row
started clapping and others joined...
Wait, we're being called for the flight.
I need to get organized here.
Let me know if you're picking me up?
Seven - eight - seven - four
arriving from...
Los Angeles.
13:29. Landed.
Six - eight - four - seven
arriving from...
Madrid.
14:17. Landed.
Seven - eight - seven - six
arriving from...
They think they're still in Paris.
Hey, trip's over!
Am I wrong?
Someone's looking for you.
Pick up, it might be important.
Excuse me?
Aren't you picking up?
You want to answer?
It's important to you?
Go ahead, take it.
Why should I?
-I see it's important to you.
Hello?
Yossi speaking.
Say you found it on the floor.
You don't know whose it is.
Ma'am, I have no idea.
-On the floor.
I found it on the floor.
Yes.
Yes, I see.
It's your mother.
- I know.
You talk to her.
Ma'am, don't worry,
I'll look for your daughter.
Don't worry, I'll find her.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Shame on you.
Your own mother!
Do me a favor...
Been waiting an hour.
Dying for a cigarette and a piss.
Can you hold the sign for me?
No, I'm waiting for someone.
Honey, it's an airport.
Everyone's waiting for someone.
Five minutes. C'mon, hold it.
Here, like this.
There you go. Thank you.
Yeah, Mom.
Yes, I'm sorry.
I don't have my purse,
it probably fell out of my pocket.
Yes, you really hit it off
with the guy who found it.
He was really nice.
What?
Sorry, it's my mother.
Excuse me?
-It's my mom, I'm sorry.
Yeah...
Did you want anything, or...?
Mom...? Mom?
Mom...?
I'm sorry,
my mom is completely...
You know.
-Yeah
Nice to meet you.
Shall we?
Yeah, sure.
It's just that...
If you wait too long,
your mother might call again.
You know, if you don't mind
maybe I should get
a sandwich before we go.
I can become a real animal
when my glucose levels drop.
Well, there are snack bars
right over there.
Oh, perfect!
Whichever you recommend, you're the boss.
What is this?
Sorry?
This is...
tahini and eggplant.
I'm feeling a little adventurous today.
This one, please.
What are you having?
-Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you.
To stay or to go?
To go.
-To stay.
You can put your suitcase right here.
So, where to?
They didn't give you the address?
I have it here...
Gei Ben Hinnom Street.
Be careful!
-Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Sorry about that, I'm a terrible driver.
No, don't worry,
I know exactly where your hotel is.
It's actually pretty close to where I live.
I'm from Jerusalem too.
So, is it your first time here?
It is, yes.
And is it at all like you imagined?
I try not to imagine things
I haven't seen before.
It's a very effective way not
to get disappointed.
I'm sorry.
I like imagining things I've never seen.
Otherwise life is too... flat.
The Trappist Monastery.
What?
That's the only image of Israel
I do keep in my mind.
What is it?
It's a lighting map.
Oh, no, no, I meant the...
Trappist Monastery?
An order of monks live there
who took a vow of silence.
Ah, yeah, the Monastery of Silence.
So you do know it?
-Yes.
I pass by it all the time.
I always wondered what it's like
to be one of those silent monks.
To communicate without words.
Not a great fit for you.
I'm not usually that talkative.
There was a picture of it on the back
of a card game I had as a child.
I could just stare at it for hours.
Would you like to go see it?
No, that's not what I had in mind.
It's no bother. It's right on our way.
We could just pop by.
It's very kind of you,
but I should get to my hotel.
I have lots of work to do.
In fact, I should get right to it here,
if you don't mind.
Sure.
Sorry.
So your work is at King Solomon's Cave?
Are you okay?
Could you pull over the car, please?
Stop it. I feel an attack coming.
What attack?
Just stop by the side, please.
Is everything okay?
-Yeah, it's fine.
I just panicked for a moment.
Sorry.
-Why?
Where are we?
Well, it was meant to be a surprise.
It was really such a small detour, so...
I thought I made myself clear
that I needed to go to my hotel
as soon as possible.
And I'm not interested
in seeing that monastery.
Okay, then why did you tell me about it?
What?
I'm sorry. I'm not interested.
Now, please take me to my hotel.
Not interested in what?
Whatever you had in mind.
I didn't have anything in mind.
I wasn't even supposed to pick you up.
You're my driver.
No, I'm not. I'm not your driver.
It's really silly.
I was waiting for someone
at the airport just like everybody else,
and then your driver
asked me to hold up the sign
with your name on it
until he comes back.
Well, and then you arrived
just a few moments after that.
Is this a joke?
I'm sorry.
I didn't have any bad intention.
So what intention did you have?
I don't know.
No, I really don't know...
I just... felt something suddenly.
Something...
If you don't understand, I can just
take you back to the airport right now.
Do you want me to take you back?
No.
Can you stop looking at me like this?
I'm nervous as it is.
You're nervous...
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
I should maybe make a phone call,
if you don't mind. -Go ahead.
I'm still stuck at work.
Okay.
I'm sorry, there isn't much left
to see at this hour.
I'm sorry, there isn't much left
to see at this hour.
Better this way.
This is my favorite hour.
Everything's plunged in darkness.
I guess I never really
paid attention to lighting.
You don't think about it so much.
It seeps under your skin, though.
It can change your mood... your reactions.
The way a space is lit can...
can create wars.
End marriages.
So?
So?
If I may ask, what's our next stop?
Well...
I thought I'd take you to your hotel.
Unless you prefer going somewhere else.
No, I think... that would probably be best.
So what is it you do at Solomon's Caves?
Well...
I'm the one to decide
what should be revealed
and what might find its power
by staying hidden.
Then you must be God.
Sorry to disappoint,
I'm just a mortal lighting designer.
A lighting designer who prefers darkness.
This is it, I guess.
I don't know how
I'm supposed to say goodbye.
I'm supposed to offer you a tip, or...?
That's insulting!
Oh...
It wasn't meant to be. Sorry.
Well, then...
Welcome.
-Thanks.
Welcome. Good evening.
Would you like us to arrange
your overnight parking
while you check into your room?
No need, thanks.
Thank you.
Would you like to come inside
for a few minutes?
I'm sure there's a cafe
or something in the lobby, I can...
I can offer you a drink
in return for the drive.
I would have to go park my car first.
Fine. I will check in meanwhile,
and I'll be waiting for you in the lobby.
I'm sorry.
You've got to see this.
See the guy on the left?
Yeah.
He claims that the dog shit
in front of his door
belongs to the other guy's dog.
The other guy says:
"Prove it's not your dog's shit."
Cool, right?
-Fascinating.
The one on the left is
Professor Kogan.
He won the Israel Prize in
Biblical Linguistics.
We met him, remember?
At the faculty party.
It amazes me, the proximity
between spirituality and shit.
What?
You look pretty tonight.
Tonight?
Right, you're always pretty,
but tonight you're glowing.
It's hot.
That's good,
it rained all week in Warsaw.
I know.
How do you know?
I followed the weather.
Really?
Yes, always.
Every time you travel.
Wherever that is.
I have a surprise for you.
The book's here?
And?
Well?
-See for yourself.
It's on your suitcase.
You're reading your own book?
What can I say, it excites me.
What?
You're like a kid, it's sweet.
Okay.
I hate this light.
So turn it off. I'll turn mine on.
Shirty, it's not personal.
We can all use a reminder
on managing sales objections.
Managing sales objections?
The guy wasn't interested.
Aya?
Aya?
What makes you think he
wasn't interested?
Gut instinct.
With all due respect to your gut,
we chose this example
because our predictive system
gave it an 83% sales success rate.
So you're basically saying
you trust some machine.
I closed 15 deals yesterday.
How many did the system close?
The problem is that we're
driven by ego and intuition
and that's the strength of Al systems.
Their lack of humanity
gives them an edge over us.
What's wrong with intuition?
We're drifting off topic.
I'd like us to role play
the third stage of the call.
Overcoming objections and closing.
How do we handle clients
who bring up personal issues?
My advice, go along with it.
Show your interest--
-Delivery, sorry.
For Aya... Meirson?
Yes, that's me.
Sign here.
Thank you.
-Thanks
Sorry.
Congrats Aya,
whatever that's about.
Where was I?
So, how do we control the call?
Whoever controls the call,
closes the deal...
Hey.
-Hey.
There's a flower delivery.
Yeah, they kept nagging me.
I asked to deliver it to you,
since I'm out.
Does it say who sent it?
-Yeah, one sec.
"Aviad, congrats
on publishing your first book,
"and the eternal life it brings, Prof. Lavie."
Wow, that's nice of him.
They all think I'm having an affair now.
Well, great...
Tell them you have a secret affair
with a promising writer.
...Double espresso, please.
Yes, to go.
Have a good day.
Excuse me?
-Yes?
I'm looking for a guest of yours,
Esben... Esben Hallberg.
Sorry, we can't share
information about our guests.
Oh, I don't need information.
Could you just... call his room,
and tell him he has a visitor?
Tell him it's Aya, his driver.
His driver, okay.
Sorry, he's out.
Okay, I'll wait.
Hey...
Nice to meet you.
This is a surprise.
I know.
I'm sorry, David, Yonit, this is...
Aya.
Aya is my...
I'm his driver.
Would you excuse me just for one second?
-Yeah, go ahead.
I was waiting for you.
It took me some time.
But you see, I'm here now.
Now I'm in the middle of a meeting.
Should I go?
No. I just don't know when I'll be free.
Well, I do have lots
of work of my own to do
so if you want I can sit here
and you know... do that
until you're done,
to make up for last night.
Listen...
if you want some peace and quiet...
There's a desk in there,
and you do your work
from there, and I'll...
I'll call the room
when I'm finished here.
Okay?
-Perfect.
I like your name, Aya.
-You do?
It's very nice.
-Thank you.
Is it interesting?
It is when I'm winning.
Are you, winning?
Mostly not.
What can I say?
My father taught me two lessons in life.
Never talk to strangers
and always bet on the same horse.
Your father was very right
about the first rule.
I'm not sure I agree
about the betting, though.
So you're an expert on horse racing?
No, no.
But today, there are predictive methods,
using artificial intelligence
for all kinds of betting.
They gather so much data,
no human intuition can beat that.
So I assume they're a bit more accurate
than your father's methods.
So how does this all work?
You're really interested?
I am.
Well, there are all kinds of races.
This is from Ireland.
This is in New York.
Is it happening right now?
-Yeah, this one starts in a minute.
How do you place a bet?
Over here, and then we could go with...
this one, number three, Rebel.
Let's place a bet on this one,
Midnight Queen.
No, no, no.
I don't know anything about that one.
Well, that's what makes it interesting.
They always...
-Shh...
Look at her go.
Unbelievable...
You're unbelievable.
Go, go...
Should have warned you
you'd be disappointed.
I'm not disappointed.
Oh?
-No.
I'm feeling like, I don't know...
My heart is pounding really fast.
Do you feel it?
-Yeah.
It's probably the adrenaline.
So... why are you here?
You gave me your key.
But why did you come back?
You were waiting for me.
That was yesterday.
Yeah.
I'm sorry...
No need to be sorry.
Leaving was a wise decision.
Do you mind if I turn off these lights?
The light bulbs irritate my eyes.
I think you should go now.
Why?
Because I spent all night
waiting for you yesterday.
And now I'm exhausted.
Really?
That's the nicest thing
anyone has ever told me.
It wasn't meant to be nice.
What can I do,
how can I make it up to you?
Earn my trust.
How?
By leaving now.
But I don't want to do that.
If you want me to trust you,
come back tomorrow night.
You want me to leave now
and come back tomorrow?
That's right.
But that's kind of silly.
I'm here right now.
Right now I'm going to sleep.
Would you dare treat
Prof. Lavie's books this way?
Don't you see you'll
come off as idiots too?
It's not just stupidity,
it's willful ignorance.
Everything okay?
Yeah. The publishers...
What about them?
-They're being cheap.
About what?
Some people care more
about saving pennies
than fixing the world.
Fixing what?
Let's not waste
any more words on it.
What about you?
You're home late, aren't you?
Not that late.
There's a new client,
so they barricaded us in the office.
I'll have to stay late tomorrow too,
I just hope it won't take all night.
I'll try not to wake you when I get back.
You know anything about this stuff?
Just that you should always
bet on the same horse.
Who told you that?
My dad.
Your dad.
Kidding. I don't know.
...I haven't slept all night.
Three hours each time.
Three hours straight!
But he never comes.
I don't know how to process that.
You're always on the listen?
Me?
What do you say, Aya?
Should I present his case
at the sales training?
I can never get him to "close.
Maybe he can't close.
Hear that, Shirly?
No, he's definitely not impotent.
I think he's turned on
by my perfume. -Yeah?
Yeah, he sniffs my neck
like he's never smelled a woman.
Give me the key!
-You opened last time.
Not fair, it's my turn...
Turn the light off.
Buenos das.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
I think I lost my memory.
I know this looks very strange.
I didn't mean to fall asleep.
I'm so sorry.
Hey, wait.
-It must be very late.
I have to go, I'm sorry.
Oh, sorry!
Are you okay?
-Yeah.
Hey...
Excuse me.
You're not allowed here.
I'm sorry.
-This area is for workers only.
I remember you.
We met in the hotel lobby.
With Esben.
I'm his driver.
Esben isn't here, and you're
not allowed here.
This area is restricted.
Can you tell me where he is?
He wasn't at the
meeting place we set.
Esben? He left the country yesterday.
They brought the fancy lighting man
all the way from Denmark...
And somehow this place
is still completely dark.
Excuse me.
It's a challenge,
but you learn to accept yourself...
Accept yourself?
With 30 other naked people in a room.
Together with Aya,
you'll peel off those old layers.
You won't believe what it'll do
to your relationship.
What do you say, Aya,
ready to start peeling?
To peeling off.
There you go!
Your wife's already halfway there.
Wait, wait... Aviad.
What?
-What?
Your book Is coming out!
What is it called?
"Live or Die - Conversations from the Grave"?
"Dead or Alive - Dead Languages Speak to Us".
Long live dead languages!
Long live dead languages.
What a bunch of necrophiles.
And now you're going to lecture
at the University of Prague,
the Alma mater of Franz Kafka
and Milan Kundera.
And neither of them will revive
to attend the event.
Listen, Aya,
keep a close eye on him these days.
Postdocs who publish books
are like cats in heat
for the girls in the department.
Stop scaring her.
So, how's it being married
to a writer?
I don't know.
It's not all that different.
Except when I get into bed,
he's busy reading his own book.
What Aya means is that
I'm proofreading the galley.
Anyhow, I've got no illusions that...
this book will revolutionize
the field of linguistics.
You always downplay yourself,
until we hear you've won an award.
With the faculty almost extinct,
I'll just be relieved
to get tenure next year.
We're three postdocs
competing for one position.
Really?
-Yeah.
You didn't tell me.
I did, you weren't paying attention.
I wasn't paying attention?
I don't mean it in a bad way.
It's just depends on
where your attention lies.
Like I know everything about you,
and you're more... to yourself.
We're just very different.
You really believe you know
everything about me?
I think I'm pretty perceptive.
Maybe you should take the bag test.
It's a great exercise from the workshop.
That's how it starts.
Soon she'll ask us to strip naked here.
Come on, no way out.
Come on, no way out.
If you're that perceptive,
let's see you guess
ten items from Aya's bag.
I'm not sure...
I'm not sure...
Why not? Come on.
I might surprise you.
An orange wallet...
with red embroidery...
that I got you in the
Old City on our first date.
That's too easy.
Come on, take it out.
May I?
Alright.
Nice start.
How much cash is inside?
None. Aya never carries cash.
At most there are a few plastic cards,
and an expired swimming pool card...
and the Traveler's Prayer.
Voila.
And if you look in the coin pouch
you'll find a worn out ID photo
which I have no idea
why she keeps.
It's my best passport photo.
Incredible, Aviad.
Let's see it's not beginner's luck.
You have five more items.
Okay.
So... pills and bills.
Painkillers. A must.
In case she has to visit her mother.
And bills, cause Aya's in charge of
the bills and I do the dishes.
Sounds ideal.
Calm down...
There's also a comb there.
Right?
Like a grandpa's comb.
I wouldn't be surprised if it really was
Aya's grandfather's comb.
I don't believe it.
Thank you.
Ah, whenever I ask for a pen,
she takes out an unsharpened pencil,
and then remembers
it needs sharpening,
so I say there's
an unsharpened pencil in there.
No!... Wow!
Two more.
Okay, I'll play it safe.
A phone charger.
-No phone?
No. Phone and keys go in her pocket.
A safety measure...
In case her bag gets stolen.
Right?
Aya, can you confirm?
No phone, no keys?
Here we go...
We finally got Aviad.
You said no keys.
-What?
What's that?
A vintage hotel key.
A vintage hotel key.
Yeah, it's from the hotel near Mamilla.
Do hotels still use keys nowadays?
It's Jerusalem - for the religious who
don't use key cards on Sabbath.
A client forgot the key at the office.
I volunteered to bring it to him...
but he managed without it.
I don't know why I kept it.
I don't know, sometimes I wonder...
what I could do with it...
Maybe check if the key still works...
Go there, open the door
and see if anyone's there.
And then what?
-Then what?
For instance, if he's asleep,
I'd sneak quietly into the bed,
and...
fall asleep beside him.
Which way are you going?
So what do you say?
Should we use that key of yours?
What?
Maybe there's no one in the room.
What's with you?
We'll spend the night there, we'll fuck.
In the morning, we'll have
breakfast like the other guests.
Aviad, I'm not sure
what you're getting at.
I knew it was just talk.
You'd never do a thing like that.
Can you check if a number
is mobile or landline?
Let me see.
It's a Danish mobile.
-Thanks.
We work with Denmark now?
Not sure yet.
I'm just checking.
Esben Hallberg.
Hello?
Hello, I'm calling from
Digital Financial Services,
a leading provider
of digital asset management.
How are you today?
What do you want?
This is a very natural reaction,
since you probably
don't own yet digital assets.
But did you...
-I'm sorry, I really don't have time for this.
Please...
I would like to earn your trust.
Mr. Hallberg?
How did you get my number?
From the databases sir.
Apparently there's a strong matching factor
between you and the services we offer.
Mr Hallberg, would you be comfortable
if I ask you some questions
to determine how we
can benefit your needs?
What if I don't have needs?
Then I'm not sure I can help you.
I'm not sure you'd qualify as human either.
Is this how you engage
Is this how you engage
your potential clients...
by insulting them?
I really apologize.
I'm new here and...
still learning.
Aya, is that you?
I just wanted to hear your voice.
I'm here.
Also, I wanted to ask why.
If you tell me, I promise... to accept it.
I don't know what to say.
You and I, it's not real.
I don't sound real to you?
Aya, what happened between us
is a form of imagination.
When you understand that,
you stop trying
to turn imagination into reality.
So you don't need to tell me you're going,
and you don't owe me any explanation,
because I'm not real, or...
what, I'm just imagination?
Sorry, I'm back.
That's not what I meant.
Of course you're real, and I'm real,
but we each have
our own realities to preserve.
Great.
I'm really happy you
could preserve your reality.
I just wish you
didn't have to ruin mine.
But nothing has been ruined, Aya.
Can't you see?
Everything is exactly as it was.
Thank you for this helpful follow-up.
I'm also very happy with
how the designs turned out.
What happened to you?
Me? Nothing.
Want some?
Want to join us tonight?
All the office girls are going out.
Me? No way.
Why "no way"?
Managers go to clubs too, you know.
Yes, I'm just...
off the market.
Married.
Yeah, been there.
Top reason to join us tonight.
So you don't waste
tears on your husband.
No, it's not that.
Trust me, from experience...
If you're married and crying,
your husband must be to blame.
Come.
Sit.
-Isn't your flight soon?
When did you manage this?
Which movie do you feel like tonight?
Wait, I'm not following.
You're ditching the conference
to watch a movie?
Damn it.
Because of that stupid mistake in the book?
It's my own thing...
We don't tell each other
everything, right?
Your own thing...
Didn't you say it was your "purpose"?
- I said "essence".
Fine, but that you'd prefer
becoming a father after writing a book
because only then
you'll be your true self...
Now after ten years of writing,
you want to throw it all away?
So you've been waiting ten years?
It doesn't look that way.
Don't twist everything around.
We're discussing your work...
You're in a panic now,
but when things settle down,
you'll regret giving it all up.
Nonsense! It's just a conference in Prague.
I'll call in sick, and they'll
find another schmuck to fill in.
Am I allowed?
-Sure.
Aya.
Let's stay home.
-What?
We won't tell anyone where we are.
Stay here, the two of us alone.
What for?
Remember that weekend
we moved in together?
Remember?
How the movers canceled and we
ended up in an empty apartment,
in total darkness, because
there were no light bulbs,
and no food, because of the Sabbath,
with nothing to drink
but water from the sink.
Remember?
Yeah, we ate ice from the freezer.
We slept on the floor,
wrapped in our coats.
Right?
Let's go back there.
Turn that thing off.
Turn it off.
What do you want?
You want us to shut off
the electricity, the lights,
freeze and cut the water
so that we feel...
...what?
Exactly, so we can feel.
Then let me tell you how I felt then.
I was just waiting
for that Sabbath to end,
to get the hell out
and find some food.
Bullshit.
It was an amazing weekend.
For you it was,
and I didn't want to ruin it.
I mostly suffered.
I was terrified that we'd stay there...
alone, in the dark, forever.
Just the two of us.
So you don't want to be alone with me?
It's not what I said.
-Exactly what you said.
You're terrified "we'd stay"--
-Stop analyzing every word.
"In the dark"..."alone"..."forever"...
"together...
-Enough, Aviad!
I'm just saying
there's no point in going back.
We're not some ancient language
that you have to preserve.
Okay, I'm starving,
I haven't eaten all day.
Hey.
I checked the weather,
it's going to be chilly in Prague.
Maybe you should buy a coat,
or gloves, or a scarf
or something at the airport.
Good luck over there.
I'll come pick you up when you get back.
I promise.
I will call you back in a week.
Have a nice day.
Sorry, can I check something?
Esben Hallberg.
Hello.
Hello, I'm calling from...
All done.
Come see me later, in my office.
Come see me.
"Hey..."
"Have you landed??"
Yes?
Wanted to see me?
-Yes.
I wanted to talk to you.
Right. It won't happen again.
I can explain.
What are you talking about?
I don't know.
What are you talking about?
I thought about... your offer.
My offer? Okay.
Yes, my hush and Aviad
is abroad, at a conference.
You want to join us at the club?
Yes.
You stressed me out.
Okay.
I finish at 19:00 today.
Today?
No...
Not today,
I was at the club yesterday.
You think I live there?
Hi, it's Aviad.
You can leave a message,
but silence is golden.
Yes?
Can I come in?
Can I help you?
Yes...
Is it okay if I sit down for a little bit?
Are you enjoying your stay here?
Look, I don't know who you are, but...
whatever it is that you are offering,
I'm not interested.
I just want to talk for a little bit.
I'm married.
Well, that's okay.
I'm married too.
Then maybe you should
talk it over with your husband.
He doesn't really feel like
talking right now.
Well, maybe you need
to reconsider your marriage.
Do you always want to talk to your wife?
Sorry, I don't know you
and I don't feel like
discussing my marriage with you.
I'm sure you understand.
Sure.
I apologize...
Well...
Why don't you tell me
something about yourself?
One little thing.
You're never gonna see me again,
what do you care?
Is there any way
I can make myself clearer?
Okay.
Well then,
why don't I tell you something
you want to know about me?
There's nothing I want to know.
Nothing?
Come on.
I'm a complete stranger
who just showed up in your room.
It doesn't arouse
your curiosity in any way?
Sorry, no.
Why don't you ask me
how long I've been married?
Fine.
How long have you been married?
Seven years.
Ask me something else.
Does your husband pleasure you?
What?
-You heard me.
Does your husband
give you orgasms in bed?
You won't tell me anything,
but you expect me to talk about my orgasms.
Does he or doesn't he?
Sometimes.
Can you have one right now?
What do you mean?
I mean, go have one now.
I want to see how it looks like.
Have you never seen
a woman climax before?
That's not the question.
I want to see you.
I don't know,
I can't tell if you're joking.
How do you want me to do it?
Lie on the bed.
Can you turn off the light?
-No.
What's your name?
I will tell you after you finish.
Does your wife do that?
Stop talking.
Why don't you tell me anything about her?
I said shut up.
Open your eyes.
I can't do it with my eyes open.
Open them.
Should I stop?
What's your name?
Have you climaxed yet?
Ready to go back to your husband now?
Excuse me? Miss?
Where did you get this key?
I found it over there.
-Where?
I was just leaving.
Wait a minute. Security!
Excuse me.
-Can I help you?
Please stop,
we need to talk privately.
Please stand still.
Please take your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!
-Stop!
Get off me!
What are you?
A thief?
She didn't take anything.
A junkie?
Lift your sleeves.
-What?
Your sleeves, pull them up.
A prostitute?
-No...
She's not a prostitute...
50 shekels. I say she is,
you'll be surprised.
Just tell us what the hell you are,
then you can go.
It's not what you think.
But it's a sex thing, right?
You wouldn't understand.
I wouldn't understand...
I know girls like you.
Playing it innocent,
but underneath they're just whores
hungry for dick, like all the rest.
Yes?
-Yes.
Get out of here,
and don't ever come back.
Hi, it's Aviad.
You can leave a message, but silence--
Hi, it's Aviad.
Excuse me,
were you on the flight from Prague?
Sorry, are you from TEVA Company?
No, no, I'm just wondering,
are you coming from Prague?
No, no, Vancouver.
-Vancouver.
Aviad, where are you?
I'm here at Arrivals...
waiting for you.
My husband was supposed
to arrive from Prague.
Can you check if he landed?
-Name?
Aviad Meirson... Dr.
According to our records,
he never boarded the flight.
What do you mean?
He had a seat,
but he didn't board the flight.
Did you try calling him?
Yes.
WhatsApp? Facebook maybe?
I'm sorry,
unfortunately we can't help you.
So who can?
You're welcome to call the consulate,
but they can't do much at this stage.
What do you mean "at this stage?
Look, it's not our job
to get involved in marital disputes.
What martial dispute?
A person was supposed to be
somewhere, and he disappeared.
I don't understand...
Who can I talk to?
Can you check if there's
a flight to Prague tonight?
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, I'm looking for someone.
Do you speak English?
Moment...
The conference is finished, madam.
Everyone is going home.
Maybe you ask at the hotel.
It's Milan Hotel.
He says you can see in the book
he checked out a day ago.
Oh.
Saying he was a very nice man.
Aviad.
Do you know where...
where he go?
No, we don't know where he is, sorry.
Anything else?
-No
I found you.
[Speaking in Czech]
What are you doing?
Can we help you, lady?
Yes, I think you can.
I'm looking for someone.
You.
I'm sorry, but I don't know you.
Come on, please stop this.
Please, stop this.
Stop what?
Lady, as you see, we're in the middle
of something here so...
Can you tell us what it is
that you want exactly?
Nothing.
Nothing?
I'm sorry, I guess it's my mistake.
That's okay.
Now, if you'll excuse us.
Yeah, sure. Thank you.
Enjoy your tea.
I hope you'll find the one
that you're looking for.
Thank you.
-Okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, I traveled all night,
I'm so sorry, I traveled all night,
I got mixed up,
I hope I didn't ruin your meeting.
It's okay.
Now that I observe you from close,
I'm even more ashamed.
I don' know how I could confuse you.
Rachel.
Robert. Nice to meet you.
Do you maybe want to have a drink?
As a compensation for the
embarrassment I caused you?
That's very nice of you,
but it's not necessary.
Please, I insist.
I'm afraid I cannot, but I hope
our paths will cross again.
I'll tell you what.
I'll be waiting at the hotel, Hotel Milan,
in the bar lobby at 9:00 pm.
Please.
Perhaps I should start with a confession.
A confession?
I might need a drink for that.
Cheers.
Well...
I arrived this morning, alone.
I'm here for work.
And I had this...
very strange feeling,
as if I landed on the moon.
Everything seemed unknown.
Everything seemed like
mysterious signs I needed to decipher.
Understand their meaning.
That a sidewalk is for walking,
and a traffic light for stopping.
It sounds a little crazy, I know.
It's actually very intriguing.
It's like mapping a new language.
Maybe.
But I felt I'm getting lost in it and I...
I actually got scared to really lose control.
And...
and then I saw you.
What did you feel when you saw me?
That I know you.
Strange.
So what do you actually do?
You said you came here for work.
I'm a dancer.
And you?
Me? I'm... I live here.
I'm a writer.
Though I also like to dance.
What kind of writer?
Novels. Fictions.
All kind of fabrications.
What an honor,
to be in the presence of a writer.
It's an honor to be sitting with a dancer.
Do you hear that?
What?
The music. It's beautiful.
It is.
Maybe we should dance.
Really?
A dancer, aren't you?
I noticed that mark on your hand.
You mean my tattoo?
Strange.
Strange?
That you never noticed before.