Silent (2022) Movie Script
1
Follow the light.
Good.
You say his condition is stable,
but Mr. Yitzhaki has been in a coma
for almost a year.
Why isn't he being sent
to a hospital?
Noah is getting professional care,
Aviv is with him all the time.
I trust them.
Thank you.
Ten days before elections
the leading candidate
puts everything aside
due to his father's condition,
heartbreaking news.
Just six months ago,
one month after losing his wife
in a tragic accident,
Aviv Yitzhaki announced he'd be running
for prime minister as an independent.
Only 31 years old
and with the most touching, modest
campaign in local political history.
We recently reported a downturn
in the polls
and I wonder how the deterioration
in the condition of his father,
former PM Noah Yitzhaki,
will affect the polls and the elections.
Thank you, Mati, for that touching report.
We'll go to the evening news
in a moment,
but first, he's Dropping in.
I have a feeling this isn't
another restaurant or new play.
Good evening, my dear Avihu.
"Touching report"?
Are you crazy, Maor?
What's with the melodramatic shit?
It's just a report. Hello!
Avihu, I feel like you're...
Now he's "feeling" again.
Here, do me a favor,
dry your tears before they
wash away your brains.
I've been stuck at home
watching TV for two weeks,
you and your pals put together
quite a soap opera.
Watch this
and it's all just from yesterday.
What do you mean, why?
That's how I feel.
The public votes with its feelings,
The disappointed party members
are a bundle of feelings.
I have no proof,
but you can feel the stench.
A candidate who's all feelings.
His silence feels like...
There's a feeling of excitement.
That's how I feel, period!
"Period." Is that right, Nira?
But you didn't get a word
out of Mr. Feelings, your candidate.
What's his story?
Defense? Economics? Macram?
What?
And you, Aviv Yitzhaki,
I don't blame you, son.
I blame you.
What do you know about him, anyway?
-Go.
He's leading by...
-And that makes sense to you?
There are polls?
Maybe your "polls" don't make sense?
Look, he grew up in a political family,
you can't take...
-So did you, honey,
but that doesn't make you a PM.
Welcome back, Mizrahi.
-His father was a well-loved PM.
His father is a vegetable.
He lost his wife a week
after their wedding. -So what?
God forgive me, but so what?
Listen, it's heartbreaking.
-What are you really saying?
That people are going to vote for him
out of pity?
You don't let us talk...
I think you're into him.
Excuse me?
-And you, Mati,
the hottest journalist here,
for six months you've been "feeling"?
How about an interview?
-You get an interview!
Do I look like a journalist?
-So what do you want?
To understand.
-You can't force him.
Never mind.
I'm onto you.
The "silent widower." Ha.
Camera 2, don't move.
Camera on me, please.
He's up to his usual shit.
-To Camera 1, and... go.
My dear Aviv, listen,
I'm the only one here who knows you.
You were once my student.
Do you want me to reveal what I...?
Kidding.
The truth is, he was a good kid.
But for God's sake, Aviv,
why do you want to be PM?
Explain. Don't avoid the question.
Come, talk to me.
Did you know about this?
Name your time and place.
I promise - no gossip,
no tears,
just open your mouth, sweetheart.
It's about time.
Five shekels.
Three.
-Four and that's final.
Put it on my tab.
Did you deposit money
in my account?
Hm? -My account in Frankfurt.
Can you come here a sec?
Good morning.
Hello?
What's the story?
37,000 Euros, Vishy.
Where?
Didn't you close that account?
What does that matter?
Did you make a deposit?
That was a week ago.
-So?
You were there a week ago.
Didn't you sell anything?
For 37,000? Are you crazy?
The account has been frozen
for three years, okay? -Okay.
I was at the book fair.
-In Frankfurt.
If I sell, the money goes to the publisher,
not to my account.
Got that so far, stupid?
The bank emailed me this morning.
It's in German.
I did Google Translate.
-Brilliant.
It came out gibberish...
Stop it!
You're distracting me.
-Me?
You aren't cooking up
some crazy surprise for me?
A trip to Australia, maybe?
Why would I deposit it there?
Forget it, Oshik,
it's obviously a mistake.
It's a lot of money.
-Then they'll correct it.
It's a German bank, isn't it?
Do I have to beg for a "good morning, Dad"?
-Don't.
What's with him?
-Dalit broke his heart.
Did he ask her to go steady?
I did, in his name.
And what did she say?
She says she doesn't
go out with punks.
What? Do they call you
"punk" at school too?
Ya think?
I look like Mom,
if you haven't noticed.
You look like Mom, Gonie?
I didn't see that coming.
When I suggested you interview him
you laughed at me.
When was that?
Doesn't matter now.
What did you think?
You should've asked him first.
You can relax.
I don't think he'll do it.
-Then why did you suggest it?
Ugh, finally.
Kochi, I'm so sorry.
-Never mind apologies,
your mom isn't taking my calls.
-What?
I said your mom isn't taking my calls.
-Okay.
Her phone's been off since yesterday
and you don't call back.
I tried 100 times! -Avihu.
Hello?
-Just a sec.
What are you doing here?
We've been waiting
for half an hour.
Hi.
I need you to hang up.
-Hang up? Why?
Hang up the phone.
Sorry, Kochi, I'll call you back.
Avihu, for God's sake...
What's going on here?
You don't recognize me.
I'm Aviv's sister.
Alma
Sorry about your phone,
I'm sure you understand.
This is Yoni, my assistant.
Neri, go ahead and smoke,
no hurry.
My online lesson is starting.
I'm learning Portuguese.
What's going on here?
You wanted an interview, didn't you?
For real? Aviv said yes?
I've got no patience for you today.
Are you mad at me
for not telling you?
It was spontaneous,
you know me.
Sorry, but I don't like this.
-Fine, you can go.
Idiot.
What's the story, Neri?
Where are we going?
Hey, son. You've grown.
Hello, Teacher.
Hello, Mr. Soon-to-be-Prime-Minister.
What's with the early morning surprise?
You could've called me,
we'd have had coffee.
Didn't they call you?
-Who?
Sorry.
This is my sister's house. Come in.
Well?
Give us a minute.
Thanks, pal, I'm fine.
Hello, my dear Neri.
Pleased to meet you, Mizrahi.
You're...
Noah Yitzhaki. Nice to meet you.
And you aren't a vegetable.
I was, long ago.
I got better, thank God.
I like the peace and quiet.
Finally some time with my kids.
Why the act?
A trick? A conspiracy?
God forbid.
Okay...
Aviv here is going to be PM,
he'll do a great job
and be a boon to our country.
How long have you known
about this crap?
Is Elvis Presley hiding here, too?
Avihu, do you want to do
this interview?
Okay, then.
What's this?
-The interview.
We'll do it here, modest, homey,
as Aviv likes it.
You don't say.
The questions, the answers,
it's all here.
-Since when is that a problem?
When to laugh,
when to dry a tear,
when to fart.
Sorry.
What makes you think
I'd take part in this sick game?
-You don't have to.
All I ask is that you read it
and think it over.
You don't have to decide now.
How do I get out of here?
Call a cab?
Alma...
-Avihu...
Okay, Yitzhaki, I'll read it.
-Sit down, my friend.
Read it here.
-I can't take it with me?
Of course not.
Have a seat.
I understand how you feel,
I was sure you knew.
Why? Does everyone know?
-Whoever needs to.
And keeps silent.
It's ok Yitzhaki.
I'm gonna go and blow this wide open.
-I wouldn't if I were you.
Is that a threat? -You're the one
making threats, Mizrahi.
Look,
you can make a fool of yourself
if you want,
just be aware that no one
will back you up.
So you bought Neri, too?
-Neri's a friend.
All Israel are friends.
-True.
Yours.
-Not all.
And those who aren't?
Don't they deserve to know
about you secret vegetative state?
The public won't believe you.
Believe me, they will.
-I believe you.
That's why you're here.
Here. I trust you not to do
anything stupid.
You can turn it on.
No pressure, Avihu.
Take a day or two to decide.
What does it matter what I am?
A vegetable, a flower, a butterfly...
I've been out of the game
for a while.
How about a drink?
I don't drink.
-Neither do I.
Come.
No wonder Aviv
likes you so much.
You're like a kid.
-So is he, Yitzhaki.
True.
-And you're pushing a kid to be PM?
He'll be great.
-For who, you?
Is this your revenge
for getting ousted?
There was and election. You lost.
It's what Aviv wants.
-So what?
I'm his father, that's all.
Someone could see you,
doesn't that bother you?
Why me?
Aviv is going to be elected.
Don't you want a part of that?
He trusts you, and you...
-I'm what?
I taught him Literature
in high school, that's all.
You liked him, didn't you?
-I pitied him.
You don't like me, do you?
Don't tell me you don't know
I was your father's commanding officer.
I've heard that story.
How do you...
-Surprised I remember?
I remember everyone, pal,
even though I'm a vegetable.
So how is your dad?
I don't know,
he died about 15 years ago.
Sorry, I didn't know.
If I did I would have come.
Brothers, sisters?
Only child? Really?
Moroccan, right?
Algerian.
Live broadcast, Noah?
It's up to Aviv.
And if I don't do it,
which I probably won't,
who will?
-Nobody.
There'll be no interview.
What to you mean "not a good time"?
Are you out of your minds?
She's an old lady.
-We're doing an item, send Davidi!
No, Kochi, maybe she just
doesn't hear it.
Then how does she
screen my calls?
Something's wrong.
I'm calling the police. -No!
No drama, please.
-Then come pick me up now.
What do you mean?
If I had a car I'd already be there.
Shame on you, she's your mom,
not mine. -But you have a car.
I'm waiting.
Did that scumbag threaten you?
Then why are you covering for him?
Is he your friend now?
No, Avihu, you're my friend.
Well?
You want that interview?
Let me make this clear,
if I do it it's only to save the kid
from his fucked-up father,
and only if it's live.
C'mere.
Don't come to the station and don't call,
and not a word, not even to Oshik, y'hear?
Take a few days off
and think it over.
I unplugged the land line.
Everyone's calling...
IDF Radio alone phoned 30 times.
Good thing you're unlisted,
you would've gone nuts.
You're tight as a spring.
When're you going to see your mom?
Kochi told you?
-Who else?
If she'd told me before
I would've gone long ago.
They didn't correct the mistake,
by the way.
The bank? Frankfurt?
When did you say the money went in?
-A week ago, why?
Not this morning?
-I found out this morning.
You're totally confused.
Give this to Kochi, okay?
Do you have the key?
-What?
The key Oshik gave you.
Are you opening the door?
Why?
-Because. Open up already.
Yes, it's me.
Plus 20 pounds since the last time
you saw me, but who's counting?
It was hard to find,
when'd you move here?
Sometime.
Wait for me in the car.
The last thing Noah Yitzhaki did
was reinstate individual elections.
That's how he lost
and that's how his son will win.
Too bad he isn't around to enjoy the irony...
What happened to your car?
I sold it.
-Why?
Because. Let's just go.
What's with the key?
Don't you have a key?
I gave it to your wife.
Why? -I'm on a diet.
What do you mean?
You locked yourself in?
You're crazy.
Relax, the neighbors have a key.
Are you fasting?
Rice crackers. Drive.
It's only been three months.
You moved, sold your car
and gained 20 lbs?
Remind me about Geva's present
when we get back.
Hello, the number you have dialed
is temporarily unavailable.
Please call back later.
See?
When did you last talk to her?
Did you call her?
Email.
You correspond by email?
I taught her, she isn't stupid.
Then check when you last wrote.
-How?
Where's your smartphone?
-It died.
And that's what you use?
What is this, Time Tunnel?
-Nostalgia. Happy?
Yuck. -Same to you.
Don't take your anger out on me.
I'm not.
-Lower your voice,
I swear, Avihu...
-Fine!
Since when does she lock her door?
She isn't home.
-Wait, I have a key.
She left it in the keyhole?
-Or changed the lock.
Why would she do that?
-To annoy us.
I don't know the reasons for her shenanigans.
Let's call the police.
-Stop freaking out, Kochi.
She'll be back soon, it's Monday.
-So?
A bus to town, falafel at Gabi's,
shopping.
What're you so uptight about?
The interview with Aviv?
What's so funny?
Did you plan it together?
-Who?
You and your brilliant student.
Now you're insulting me?
-Why?
As if you don't know.
The harder you hit him,
the more he'll get.
And rightly so.
What a sweetheart.
All the time he spent at our house...
"Can I help you, Kochi?"
"Want me to fix your computer?"
Until you kicked him out.
I didn't kick him out.
-Fine. I won't go into it again.
Next you'll tell me your voting for him.
I might.
-Is that so?
Why, exactly?
I know him,
he's cute, brilliant, an orphan.
He has a father.
-Yes. A vegetable.
And he's a widower, Avihu.
Heartbreaking.
-You want to vote for him or adopt him?
Sorry.
Say "adopt" all you want,
it doesn't bother me.
She's here.
-Seriously?
I just saw her looking at us.
Sure it's her?
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom.
Open up, I know you're there.
What's with her? What's this stupid game?
What's with you?
Sara, we're worried about you.
Is something wrong, Mom?
Mom, what's going on?
Are you okay, Sara?
Why don't you say something?
Are you angry about something?
Will you answer me?
What?
I gained a little weight.
A lot?
Is something wrong?
Did you fall down?
Hurt your head?
What's so funny?
Why don't you answer?
You screen my calls,
don't open the door, don't say anything...
Are you mad at me?
Did you take a vow?
A vow of silence?
Or are you playing angry again?
She used to play angry.
It's so annoying.
You think I have patience
for your games?
Avihu!
Hello, I'm talking to you.
Answer!
Mom.
Sorry.
Hear that?
She can talk if she wants to.
Not offering us any?
What are you punishing me for?
Don't I give you money every month?
What's the matter? Need more?
Want some?
Fuck your soup and your stupid games!
We're leaving. Now.
You're an asshole, you know that?
Why do you act that way?
-Get in.
Screaming, acting wild,
next thing you'll hit her.
Shut up.
-You shut up.
You promised you wouldn't freak out.
You wanted to see if she's okay?
You saw.
She can hear, cook, piss.
Avihu...
-I'll leave without you, I swear.
You can't stand her, that's all.
Even if it's an act, can't you see?
I see that you won't shut up.
-Mom has a problem.
What if she had a stroke?
Why do you call her Mom?
-What?
It bugs me that you call her Mom.
Why?
-She's not your mother.
I'm showing her respect.
-"Respect..."
Are you a moron?
-Watch your mouth, Avihu!
I'm several years older than you...
-So stop already!
To hell with you!
Take responsibility!
Idiot.
Mom...
I'm sorry I got angry.
I'm a little stressed out.
We want a doctor to see you.
But Mom...
Want me to come?
-No, honey, I'm fine.
The second you go in you freak out.
Be gentle, Vishy.
And don't sleep in the living room,
you'll put out your back.
What's with the money?
Did you check the bank website?
No. -Why not?
I forgot. It's been a crazy day
and I still have to pick Geva up.
I'll deal with it tomorrow,
I'll email them like we said.
Just worry about your mom, Vishy.
Sara, do you have something
for me to sleep in?
Shut up.
-What are you, a table?
You don't mind if I...
-Sleep naked?
I slept with you for seven years,
your weird habits don't bother me.
As long as you keep the blanket on.
Today...
-Yeah?
When I asked if she hurt her head,
why did she laugh?
Oops.
I forgot that's a taboo subject.
I've been your best fried for ever,
your wife for 7 years...
why is it still taboo?
You know,
when you don't talk about things
your imagination goes into gear.
What is it?
Did your father hit her
in the head, too?
Bang her head against the wall?
Break a broomstick over her?
Do you talk to Oshik, at least?
Please speak freely with me, Avihu.
Freely?
Fine.
Let's talk about
your wonderful parents.
Or no, let's talk about your diets.
Okay?
Feel free.
Why did you have that operation?
Oshik told you? -You almost died
and you gained even more back.
I don't want to talk about it.
-What's wrong with being fat?
You're fat, period.
-And you're insulting and rude.
Because I said you're fat?
Fat. Fat.
-Stop it!
It never bothered me.
I know, so what?
-It only turned me on more.
Chill.
I'm crazy about you.
I'm crazy about you.
Then why'd you leave me?
Don't start in again.
You always twist things around.
-You said "feel free," didn't you?
Answer me for once.
I didn't leave you, stupid.
-Yes you did.
What do you want? Are you unhappy
with Oshik? -God forbid.
Thanks to me.
-You're a great matchmaker.
Then say thank you and shut up.
-Thank you.
And shut up.
I can't fall asleep here.
Growing up here
I didn't sleep a wink.
Someone had to be on guard, right?
When did you put up
Dad's picture?
Did you miss him?
1-0, my lead.
A hug, Mom?
What's that?
Look.
Your mom made an archive for us.
Okay. Where is she?
I don't know.
She got ready to mop and left.
Now we're supposed to mop the house?
When was the last time
you spoke to her?
We were here on Rosh Hashanah.
Did she talk?
Say anything?
-What about you?
You come here often.
I want to learn how she cooks.
-And you don't talk to her?
Sure I do.
About myself.
C'mere a sec.
-Where to?
She hired an exterminator online.
You rummaged through her stuff.
Did you know she had
a cataract operation?
On her eyes?
-What do you think, her ears?
You're so callous.
What time is it? 11:15.
-So?
It's Tuesday. She plays cards
with Aunt Lily. -So?
Let's go see if she's
silent with her cronies.
You think they'd replace Aunt Lily?
Maybe she's sick.
Either way, Mom's been silent
for an hour.
They're all silent, Avihu.
Aunt Lily.
It's me.
-So?
How are you?
What do you care?
Do you care?
I came to visit you.
Did your mother die.
-What?
When she dies, come tell me, okay?
What's this?
Aren't you ashamed
walking around like that?
Hey, Lily!
-Hey, you and your mother.
You think you can "hey" me
just because you're on TV?
Go away.
There's nothing here.
C'mon, Kochi, you know her.
Kochi!
Kochi.
Who's that?
Guetta. He teaches Arabic.
He helped me get into
the boarding school I wanted.
Since when are they...?
-Dunno.
He's silent, too.
It's an epidemic.
I have to get back, Kochi.
Why are we waiting for her?
To tell her off
for starting to smoke again?
You want to stay?
I should tidy up the room.
Pest.
Aviv Yitzhaki speaks.
In nine days,
the big event of the upcoming elections.
Avihu Mizrahi in an exclusive interview
with the leading candidate for PM.
-Why didn't you tell me?
Only on The Channel,
television - for real.
Will you tell me what's going on?
Nothing, everything's fine.
Well, if you decide
to talk to me...
Aren't you in a hurry?
I have to pee.
What is this dump, Kochi?
How do you shower?
Sitting on the toilet?
What's the problem?
-I don't know, you tell me.
Is there a problem?
Is that why you sold your car?
They fired you but kept you on
as a freelancer.
How much do they pay
for a column? 300? 400?
None of your business. I get by.
Why didn't you tell me?
-Because it's none of your business.
Present for Geva.
Tell me when we can go
back. We can't leave her like that.
Slam the door on your way out.
Nice going, champ!
-Is Neri in the control booth? -Yeah.
What's up with that promo?
Did you approve it?
Yes, why?
-"Why"? Did I agree?
Can you explain?
Can you do it?
-I'm gonna kick your ass.
Don't mess with me!
C'mon, asshole!
I'm sick of your games.
Fuckin' hell.
How much can I take?
What?
It's confirmation of a cash deposit.
Frankfurt, a week and a half ago.
Signed by the branch manager,
Klaus Edgar.
Next to Oshik's signature.
This isn't Oshik's signature.
But you just said
the money's in the account.
What are you getting at?
She'd never lie to me.
-It never occurred to me.
So?
How did you get this?
By courier.
No idea who sent it.
You thought I was taking bribes?
No, I thought you were being
blackmailed too, stupid.
How much did they pay you?
A lot.
Your buddy?
Forget Noah.
-Okay. Then who?
Me.
What do you mean, you?
-That's what the account says.
That I deposited cash
in my own account.
Don't you see how it works?
Is that why you
let me off the hook early?
So I'd do the interview?
-How?
Did I know you'd suggest it?
Then what did they pay you for?
-I don't know.
I'm telling you, this is how it works.
You get the money, then try to
figure out what they want from you.
And that's it?
Is this all they sent?
That and a photo.
What photo?
It's not in there.
Relax, it doesn't mean anything.
They Photoshopped her head
onto some porn picture.
They didn't even try to make it
look real. -Her?
With Oshik?
Where is it?
I shredded it.
-Why?
It made me sick.
You're my friend, after all.
Fuck.
Don't break down on me now.
How much, Neri?
I want to know if the price
is the same for everyone.
Half a million,
no idea who it's from.
Let me up, dammit, my knees are shot.
Let's go to Rami.
I'll go.
-Don't you dare.
He's the CEO, he needs to know.
-First we need to know.
Can't your connections
trace the money?
Are you that scared of the vegetable?
-It isn't Noah, Avihu.
And don't give me that look,
we're in the same boat.
Why'd you even suggest the interview?
Thanks.
You say it was spontaneous
but the money came in a week before.
How did they know? A guess?
I don't know.
I guess I'm predictable.
Why the hell did you suggest it?
I didn't think he'd go for it, okay?
I know Aviv inside and out.
A depressed kid
who's terrified of his father.
When did you last speak to him?
When he enlisted?
-It drives me nuts,
I can't figure out why
the poor kid is running.
Now it all makes sense.
Vegetable, my ass.
Plays with my bank account,
fakes photos of my wife
to scare me,
and the creep thinks we're all idiots.
Why can't we expose him, Neri?
Any rookie cop would nail him.
-Listen here.
Noah only asked me to meet
after you made
your stupid offer.
I know him.
Playing with money is beneath him,
not to mention the photos.
Photos?
You said one photo.
Photos of who?
Of me.
Five photos and a video
on a flash drive.
Doing what?
Nothing illegal, don't worry.
But nothing my kid should see
floating around the internet.
And it's my privet issue.
You make your personal decision.
Ruining your live is my personal decision?!
Can't you see I'm just a joke here?
Yitzhaki is laughing at me.
You get half a million,
I get two cents,
you get videos
and I get a crappy photo,
and you're still defending him.
-C'mon, Vishy,
leave your ego behind.
It's a show.
He'll win either way,
and rightly so.
And it's a live broadcast,
like you wanted.
Yeah? Aviv said he'd do it?
Aviv will do as he's told.
-Of course. He's just a puppet.
See why we have to expose this?
I don't know why it has to be him,
he isn't the sharpest pencil in the box.
Mizrahi is an embarrassing illusion
of journalism-Exactly.
A comedian.
-Who isn't?
You think he can handle
an interview?
I think you're jealous...
Fuck you.
Want my phone, honey?
I also have a secret antenna up my ass
if you feel like looking.
What?
-Don't "what" me.
How did you know
I was on my way home?
Your wife told me
over the intercom.
He tried to call, but...
-Who tried to call?
Aviv, he's in the car.
Is The Shadow here, too?
-Who?
Your invisible father.
Where is he, in the trunk?
Now I get you.
It's all gone to your head, Mizrahi?
Take your sandals off your feet
when you talk about my father.
And mind what you say
to my brother.
Be gentle.
Campaign or not,
he's still in mourning.
Got that?
How's it going, kid?
What's up?
Flashbacks of the old days.
I slept in that corner for three nights
like a pathetic fool.
When?
When you told me to leave.
And now I'm bugging you again,
as if 14 years haven't passed.
What do you want, son?
Why are you here?
To set a date for you to prepare me.
For the interview
I haven't agreed to do?
Can you believe the promos
they made behind our backs?
I only agreed to think it over,
and that was only
because I felt bad for you.
Sorry.
Aviv...
Why do you need this interview?
You suggested it,
how could I refuse?
I suggested we talk,
not recite.
The Channel demanded
that it be written.
Didn't Neri tell you?
They don't trust you.
Your a loose cannon.
Like the kids at school called you
called you "punk"
He lost his teaching job
because of his big mouth,
then turned it into a TV career.
You're unpredictable.
You realize it's a live broadcast?
Of course, I agreed to it.
You're so nave, Aviv.
Why?
Because I believed that you
really want to help me this time?
It's okay, Avihu,
you don't owe me anything.
As you told me back then,
"I'm not up to being your father."
You held my soul in your hands
for two years.
I'm eternally grateful.
I wouldn't have made it through
without you.
I didn't really swallow
all of your pills.
Just a few.
14 years, huh?
And you're still afraid of him.
Look at me, Aviv.
Don't look away.
What do you need this shit for?
You don't owe him anything.
If it were up to my dad
I'd never leave the house
and neither would she.
All he wants is to have us beside him.
To make up for all the years.
It was Racheli's idea for me to run.
He was against it, but she...
She convinced us all,
she was so confident.
Avihu, my dad is old-school.
Paranoid, vindictive,
wracked with guilt.
I'm different.
I'll be good.
Why'd you believe in me back then?
Because I could quote Alterman
better than you?
"Among these days
of courage and wisdom...
"May there be one..."
-"Which is innocent."
Go with me, Avihu.
You won't regret it.
Oshik.
Why didn't you tell me?
Wow, Vishy, you rock.
And you were right, as usual.
The Germans made the correction,
the money's gone.
Yeah?
And they didn't write anything?
No explanation? No apology?
It's The Sims 4. I asked Kochi for it,
in his name.
Aren't you feeling well?
You don't have a fever.
-I have a low fever
Want to stay home?
-I have no choice.
You can have a fever tomorrow.
No fair!
You let him stay home?
I have loads of meetings today.
Relax, I'll be home.
It's already evening.
Fading on me again?
I nodded off, what's the big deal?
That's how it starts.
Don't you start in.
This interview is child's play for you.
-I know.
Then what's the story?
Why is Kochi so angry?
She's on the bus to your mom's.
What's she mad about?
-Don't know.
Did you offend her again?
Stop talking to me like a school teacher!
I don't need you to train me!
You're being violent.
You call this violent?
You don't have a clue what that means!
Yes I do.
Give up. I won't budge
until you open your mouth.
Very funny.
It was published a month ago.
Oshik edited it for me.
I wanted to call it "Sara's Kitchen"
but the publishers said no.
Nice, isn't it?
I owe you an explanation
for why I disappeared.
I was ashamed.
That I had a laparoscopy.
I knew that would be your reaction.
Then I was ashamed
because I ruined everything.
They shrink your stomach this small,
but that doesn't stop you
from sucking on chocolate,
one cube, two, twenty.
Excuse me,
it's not my fault I swelled up
from all the treatments I had
so I could give you a grandchild.
I'm not blaming you, just saying.
So now you're mad at me?
I brought pajamas.
I don't need your tablecloths.
Good night.
Hello.
Did Kochi go to bed?
Mom...
Yossi's coming in the morning.
Tikva's son,
we went to school together.
He's an excellent psychologist.
Please cooperate with us,
we need to know what's going on with you.
Your mother maid the best.
She's a witch...knew we'd be back.
Okay.
And what are you angry about?
-I'm not angry.
Well?
-I'm not angry.
Just tell me how to return the money
you had the nerve to send me.
Thank you very much,
but I don't need charity.
What were you thinking?
100,000 shekels, and in Euros, yet?
I don't need your pity.
Get out.
Sleep in the kitchen
for all I care.
Kochi...
You have access to my account?
How dare you?
Shut up a sec.
-For fuck's sake.
Is it still the same account?
Our joint account?
Where's your phone?
In the living room. Why?
They're listening in on me.
I left my phone in the car,
I'm not coo-coo.
And if Neri's lying?
I'll kill you if you suspect Oshik.
It's fake.
All the pictures in my column,
how do you think we create them?
I could turn a picture of your ass
into a chocolate mousse.
-I know.
Why didn't you tell her?
She's your wife.
Good thing we deleted
those pictures of us, remember?
What're you talking about?
I'm kidding. Whoa.
I can fake photos too.
You don't believe Neri?
That he's a porn star now?
-Stop it.
Avihu, they're obviously looking
for ways to keep you on a leash.
It's that easy?
Fact is, you haven't gone
to the police.
The fact that you agreed,
won't make Noah stop intimidating you.
Who knows,
maybe he paid mom a surprise visit
and pulled out her tongue.
Why are you so happy?
You want me to cry?
C'mon, I need a walk.
Possibility No. 1,
Noah doesn't believe the polls.
-Why?
Who lost the last elections
despite the polls?
He did.
-Right.
That's why he sees the interview
as his last chance.
He needs you to behave.
Want to hear No. 2?
-Yeah?
Noah doesn't want
the interview,
it's Aviv who wants it.
Why?
-Because he doesn't really want to win.
He's counting on your big mouth
to knock him out
and save him from
his father's clutches.
Oh, no.
Is that why you insisted on
a live broadcast?
Wait, are you planning to save him?
Humiliate him on live TV?
Avihu, he's no longer the fragile boy
you kicked out
without asking me.
-Prime minister?
Do you really believe
he wants that?
Let me talk to Aviv.
We had a good relationship.
And what'll you say?
"Your father's corrupt"?
Don't you think he knows?
You had to see him,
blinking
as if his dad was about to hit him.
Trembling.
Like you.
I admit that Noah scares me.
I meant your father.
My father beat the living hell
out of my mother.
I hated his guts,
I wasn't afraid of him.
There's a difference.
And this horrible room.
All those nights when she'd
come to me to protect her.
And now I have to come here
to hide.
Fuck.
I can't even call my kids.
When did you say Yossi's coming?
Nine o'clock.
Okay, you'll have it by noon.
Yossi?
A new phone, genius.
Give me your credit card.
Are you crazy?
They're watching you too.
Under a false name, silly.
I was military intelligence.
have a little faith.
Do you exercise?
Game of soccer afterwards?
Medications?
Not for a long time.
Good for you, coming here
despite everything.
But don't you dare
tear him to pieces Vishy.
Thanks, Sara.
You remind me of
my dear departed mother.
She loved you very much.
And your husband Aaron.
He always helped us.
Why'd you mention him?
Helped us, my ass.
Yossi.
Yossi!
Yossi!
What did you do to him?
Why'd he run away?
Excuse me, did you pay him?
You gave him a check?
You've gone too far.
I'm so sick of your victim games,
your stupid punishments!
Like some dishrag!
Kicking me out again?
This time it's final.
No problem.
Are you from TV?
No.
Where to?
Excuse me.
My keys are inside.
Hello!
Your mother?
No.
Then where do I know you from?
From your mama's pussy.
Fuck off!
What happened?
Is she home?
-No.
I need you to open up,
my keys are inside.
Never mind. Did you get it?
Why not?
-Your card's blocked.
Mine too.
When do you rehearse with Aviv?
Tomorrow morning?
Then drop me off at Mom's
and then go.
Let me take care of her
and come back tomorrow.
And bring Oshik and the kids.
-Why?
Let's see her keep silent
with her grandkids.
How's my plan?
-Brilliant.
Eat.
Admit it, he has a sense of humor.
-Who?
Your pal from the vegetable garden,
Noah.
He's godless, Kochi.
-No he isn't.
Just that his god is called Israel.
And that's something our generation
can't understand.
And that's why he'll get his son there
at any cost.
So he can pull his strings.
No, Avihu,
because he believes in him.
What now?
You know what Noah needs to do
in order to win for sure?
Die.
Think about it.
If he's pretending to be
a vegetable anyway,
why not pretend to kill him?
"The Death of the Father,"
a Greek tragedy.
As Hamlet: Aviv, widower
and orphan.
A few bank deposits and boom,
an official funeral, live on TV.
You're sick.
-Me?
Smoking again, lovebirds?
And where's your little woman?
At home.
Come here, I need you.
You too, Kochi.
Uncle Baruch!
How are you?
How is he? Great.
Can't hear, can't see,
he was always an idiot.
Right, sweetie?
I'm his Filipina, nice to meet you.
I thought...
-He was in an institution?
Too expensive.
Two years now, Avihu.
Mom didn't tell me.
How would she, in pantomime?
Here you go.
What's that?
A crappy washing machine.
Your mother gave it to me
when you bought her a new one.
Take it. I don't need
anything from her.
What would I do with it?
Laundry.
What happened between you?
Why is Mom silent?
When did you last hear her
say anything?
Or you, Kochi?
I don't mean little things,
"yes," "no," "thank God,"
I mean really talk. When?
Every day, up
at four a.m.,
pots on the stove,
wash in the basket,
dirty cloth diapers.
Who even had time to talk?
Everyone praises, "What a modest
woman, a real woman of valor."
What valor?
His father bragged
that the floor was so clean
you could eat off it.
Who eats off the floor?
They got used to it.
Right, Baruch?
Having a silent slave,
"do this, fix that."
Even in the synagogue,
upstairs with the mice,
"pray in your heart. Silently!."
No profession, no vacations,
no jewelry.
I raised five children.
Once a year they do you a favor
and bring you some bonbons. Why?
Ask me why.
Because I talk.
"You're driving me crazy"! She says.
Who says?
Are we talking about
Mom or you?
What difference does it make?
Did Mom tell you stories?
-What stories?
You tell your children
bedtime stories, don't you?
Did she ever tell you any?
Did she help you with homework?
-I don't remember.
She didn't bring you fruit cut up nicely
when you studied for exams?
But silently. So she wouldn't disturb
the prodigy, God forbid.
What do you went from me now?
He didn't talk to her for three years.
-When?
Now you bring up...
Geez.
Over thirty years ago...
What are you talking about?
-I take care of her.
She doesn't take a penny
from Social Security.
Bravo, but not once did you
invite her to your house.
She doesn't want to come.
What happened 30 years ago?
When he was 15. What happened?
-Nonsense.
Drop it.
-What are you ashamed of?
Me?
-Who else?
Him?
-I'm not ashamed of anything.
Too bad I didn't do it sooner.
-What did you do?
He beat the shit out of him.
-Lily!
You hit your father?
I hit him back, okay?
Now you've got a problem with that?
You beat him up and ran away.
Now you too?
-Why didn't you tell me?
Did he kick you out?
-No.
She did, my mother.
Your glorious sister.
You should thank her.
-For what?
Where did you go?
-Where could he go?
He came to me.
Until she finally got him a place
in a boarding school.
Guetta got it for me.
-You don't say.
For whose sake, yours?
David Guetta, the teacher.
They've been close for years.
Once a week he comes to see her,
they walk together...
What are you trying to say?
That she's punishing me for that?
What is it, a delayed reaction?
-I'm surprised at you, Avihu.
Your mother isn't punishing you,
don't get us confused.
She never got mad at you,
not even when you left her
alone with your father's craziness,
she wasn't angry and still isn't.
I'm angry.
You? Why?
-I'm her sister.
Then why are you mad at her?
-I'm not.
Don't drive me nuts, Lily.
You don't even play cards with them.
I can't stand them.
They're silent too.
Isn't it bad enough with him?
Why are they silent?
What is it, some kind of protest?
I don't know.
She used to talk to me about...
about you,
about your father.
Now, nothing. Silent.
As if that's how she speaks.
But I don't understand
this language of hers.
Maybe you'll understand.
You're her son, aren't you?
Avihu left.
He'll be back later
with Oshik and the kids.
They miss you.
Is that a problem, Sara?
Okay, then.
Sorry.
I'm not so good at pantomime today.
Shame on you.
Shame on you.
What did you say?
What did she say?
He's waiting at the pool.
You can dress here or in the bathroom,
whichever you prefer.
What?
Forgive me.
I told her they'd be too big.
C'mon, lighten up.
We have time.
Another round?
-Go for it.
"On the deserted roads
a voice spoke, then fell silent..."
"And your ear heard."
"How great are the words
that were left alone..."
Abandoned?
Hold on...
Shit.
"Severed from mind
and answers."
I was sure I'd find a war room here.
Our headquarters
are in Alma's house.
In Jerusalem, where we met.
What's with your sister today?
She's tired.
She works hard.
Did you go over the script?
And...?
Nothing. Very well-written.
Simple, modest.
Very you.
C'mon, nobody's listening.
Speak freely.
I might add a question or two.
For instance, how you deal with
your father's condition.
It'd seems strange not to mention it.
"Understanding is by the flame of
the passions never enlightened, but dazzled."
Thomas Hobbes, no?
I learned that from you.
And I'd mostly like to
ask you about Racheli.
The voters would like to hear you
talk about her,
and the truth is, so would I.
Sorry I didn't come to be with you.
You texted me. It's okay,
I didn't expect you to.
I was sorry you didn't come
to the wedding.
I wanted you to meet.
Aviv...
Where's your father?
Is he here?
Why?
Can I talk to him a sec?
Why?
There are things you don't know,
son.
Your father...
Listen,
he's trying to frighten me.
He's shadowing me and Kochi
and my family, too.
I don't get it.
I agreed to do it.
I promised you, didn't I?
So why's he doing this?
Is he afraid I'll make you fail?
Then what?
Is he suspicious of you?
That you want me make you fail?
Is that what you really want?
Tell me, Avihu,
do you really think
you could make me fail?
Geez, Mizrahi, what hubris!
I'm counting on you to rescue me?
Did Kochi come up with that?
Miss military intelligence
pumped up your ego?
We should get started.
You have to leave at 2:00, don't you?
Is that Kochi's idea too?
To get to her with the grandkids?
If you ask me, it won't work.
Your mother's stubborn.
Kochi's talking to you?
Of course, she's a notorious snitch.
You should know her better than that.
Technology, Avihu.
Cellular, cyber, schmyber...
Anyone can do it. Almost.
Are you shadowing my kids, too?
And what about my mother?
You sent someone to scare her.
-Ya think? Are you crazy?
Don't go overboard.
What's your problem with her, anyway?
She's an old lady,
give her a break.
Where's your father?
-Why?
Want to invite him to Parents' Day?
A man like him with
an arrogant loser like you.
Listen carefully, Avihu,
my dad was kind enough
to handle Neri, that's all.
You're not even a beep on his radar.
Afraid of you? Like hell.
My dad's only afraid of one person,
want to guess who?
You went too far.
With the money or the photos?
Lighten up.
And we helped Kochi, too.
You didn't know she's up to
her neck in debt.
Some friend she is.
You could've just
gone to the police, right?
Right, Avihu?
I wonder why you didn't.
How'd you know I'd suggest it?
That's me. I think 80 moves ahead.
Unlike those who only look back,
like you, like my dad.
So what's with the blinking?
A show? So I'll pity you like everyone else?
You can't stand pity, can you?
Makes you sick.
"Nothing is as despicable as literature
that makes us feel pity,"
remember dictating that to us?
"And the self-pity of a chronic victim."
Remember?
I still stand by that. -That's fine, Avihu,
but this is life, not literature.
Just that you, like all your
heartless friends,
are stuck on your arrogant clichs:
"The people are fools,
they want a strong king."
So let's give them
a hellish father figure
they'll vote for out of fear.
I see.
And you'll be their son.
-Exactly.
Tell me, Vishy,
who do you trust more,
your father or your sons?
My father's dead.
-Will you answer me?
You can trust your son, right?
He won't lie to you,
he won't kick you out,
he won't hit you.
He'll be kind. Loyal.
"Honor thy father and thy mother,"
right?
Be grateful, Vishy.
Here's your chance to be
part of something big.
Now lighten up.
I was just playing with you
for old time's sake.
C'mon, I'm starving.
Where's my phone?
You can go.
You could apologize before you go.
-For what?
For jerking everyone around.
And jerking me around
when I was a kid.
Aviv, I'm warning you...
-What?
Gonna hit me?
I'm not your father, you know.
Someone once told me...
Y'hear?
A man I once admired,
when he was in boarding school
he didn't go home even once
in three years.
Amazing, no? A kid.
Anyway, one day his father came.
The only time in the whole three years.
He waited outside for his son
to come talk to him. For half a day.
I asked him, "Why didn't you go
talk to him?
"He's your father.
"Maybe he missed you,
maybe he wanted to apologize,
"Why didn't you go talk to him?"
You know what he said?
"Because I'm a coward."
Log into your bank account.
-Why?
You're saving up for your kids, right?
Gonie and Geva.
I left the app running
in case you forgot your password.
Oops.
It's gone.
Want it back?
Refresh. You know how?
Aviv Yitzhaki, good evening.
Good evening, Avihu.
Thanks for the opportunity,
from the bottom of my heart.
Excited?
Of course.
It's no secret that you were
my student.
Mind if I skip the first question?
What's the first thing you'll do
once you're elected?
Between you and me, Aviv,
what will you do?
Go to your dad for help?
Let's say the stock market crashes,
let's say a war breaks out,
what'll you do?
Ask Daddy what to do?
No.
You know why?
Because I'm better than him.
Where did you meet with Aviv?
In Neri's office?
And?
-Nothing.
Maybe I should've told my mom
we're coming.
Relax, Kochi prepared her.
Yes, Vishy, she's my friend too.
Good thing someone
thinks of me.
What'd she tell you?
She told me about your touching encounter
with your crazy aunt.
So now you're mad?
Because I had to hear about
your father issues from her?
I'm not mad, just sorry
you insist on going it alone.
Wonder why your mom won't talk?
She learned it from you.
Geva asked me to ask you
not to fight in front of us.
I didn't say that.
-But you meant it.
I shouldn't have agreed
to this nonsense.
I'm sorry.
Grandma...
are you sick?
Gonie!
-Leave him alone.
Are you mad at us, Grandma?
Are you mad at Dad?
Want me to drive?
No, I'm fine.
I wouldn't mind some gum.
Geva, can you pass me my bag?
Geva?
Sweetie, Mom's talking to you.
Why aren't you answering?
Gonie...
What's going on back there?
When are you going back?
-To where?
Mom's.
You're best off there.
You can't stay in this dump.
Take care of your issues Avihu.
Forget about me for now.
I'll never forget about you,
you're my sister.
Thank you, Kochi.
Vishy, Noah Yitzhaki died.
What?
-Noah Yitzhaki, an hour ago.
What's with you?
It's Neri. Why...?
My phone's off.
Put it on speaker.
What's up, Neri?
-Did you hear?
Just now. You're on speaker.
-Hey, Neri.
Oh, hi. What's up, Oshik?
Kind of sad, no?
We're on standby,
the funeral is in two hours.
What do you mean?
-He didn't want an official funeral.
What?
And the interview?
-As scheduled.
It's a day after the mourning period
in any case.
Like clockwork.
-What?
You need me there?
-No, no.
But your second rehearsal
is canceled,
I gather there's no need anyway.
-Definitely.
Gotta get back to work.
Bye, guys. Have a nice trip.
What was that about?
What's so funny?
Later.
Wait here a sec.
-Why?
Will you please wait?
We'll be right there, okay?
Wow.
You remembered I exist.
So he's sitting at home
watching his own funeral on TV.
Maybe we should go to your
parents' house tomorrow. -Fuck that,
I'm not leaving the house.
Oshik, it never occurred to me...
-It never occurred to you.
Or to Kochi, or Neri.
You're like little kids.
Finger painting with shit.
You should've blown it up
from the first second.
No one would've believed me.
Who cares! since when are you like that!
Are you afraid for me, Vishy?
Because I'm not afraid of anything.
Believe that?
Do you believe anyone
besides Kochi?
Idiot.
-Osh... Oshik...
We've just been informed
that Alma, Yitzhaki's daughter,
won't be attending
for health reasons,
but Aviv is already here
with the thousands still streaming in.
As we said, Noah Yitzhaki requested
to forgo official procedure
and his humble request
is turning into a communal event,
the biggest funeral
since that of Rabbi Ovadiah.
The biggest election rally
in history.
Good evening, listeners,
this is the Voice of Israel and me too,
fuck all you motherfuckers!
What now?
I don't know.
I don't give a damn about that psycho,
I'm talking about the kids.
They're traumatized by your mother.
Deal with it.
What's up?
I know that Grandma is annoying.
You know it's not your fault, right?
Are you mad at her?
Angry that we got you involved?
Mad at me?
Fine.
If you're so smart,
tell me what to do.
Unless you trust me
to deal with it.
Do you trust me?
Are my questions annoying?
What should I do, be quiet?
Good night, Dad.
Everything okay? Need anything?
Watch yourself, Mizrahi.
Good.
I need you for a photo
with Aviv, okay?
My condolences.
"Among these days of courage and wisdom
may there be one which is innocent."
What?
Nothing, Neri.
Going with the flow.
Good luck.
-Thanks.
Sure you don't want a jacket?
I'm fine, thanks.
Be thankful he agreed
to be made up.
You're not allowed in here.
What are you looking for?
You.
I'm off duty. Talk to Yoni.
You weren't at your father's
funeral either.
Health reasons, right?
I'm not a fool, Alma.
You're a fool
and my father's a fool
and I'm the number one fool.
Where is he now?
Who's sick idea was this?
Aviv's?
How could you let him?
How could your father agree?
What did he do to him?
What do you want?
Let me talk to your father.
-My father's dead.
Be careful, Avihu.
There aren't any options here.
I'm sorry.
Avihu Mizrahi is in our
specially made studio,
and with him, the leading
candidate for prime minister,
who, for the first time since
the race began just a few months ago,
has agreed to appear on TV, live.
I admit I'm feeling emotional,
just yesterday Aviv came to the end
of the mourning period for his father,
former PM Noah Yitzhaki..
The makeup girl is too shy to ask.
She asked me...
I always keep one here
in case I start sweating.
I know. Thanks.
Listen,
I want to apologize.
I should've come
when you lost Racheli,
and before that, too.
That was quite a wakeup call.
I guess I needed it to realize
how much I hurt you.
And not only you.
What are you trying to do, Avihu?
Tell you I believe in you,
that's all.
No more running away.
It's all up to you now, son.
You can say everything
that's important to you.
6... 5... 4...
Go.
Aviv Yitzhaki, good evening.
Good evening, Avihu.
Thanks for the opportunity,
from the bottom of my heart.
Excited?
-Of course.
It's no secret that you were
my student.
You were an excellent teacher.
That's how I know you won't
let me off easy. Right?
Now offer your condolences
and pick up the tempo.
What's going on?
What's with him?
Come on Avihu! Go!
Why'd he take it out?
Is there something I should know?
Shh. Here he goes.
It's all right, honey. Don't worry.
Are you okay? Want some water?
Should we stop?
This is so embarrassing, Neri.
Say something already, Avihu!
He can't hear you!
Liat, get Aviv's attention.
Tell him to do something.
We have to stop this blackout
before they take us off the air.
I told you we need a prompter.
It's not a blackout.
-Then what is it?
A lesson.
I can't stop without permission.
Just go with it.
Not that I understand
what's happening,
but only a fool would end this now.
He's torturing him.
Who's there?
Who's he looking at?
Get out!
Out!
Sit down, Dana!
Do as I say!
From now on, nobody breathe.
Cameras 2 and 3, move in.
Slowly.
Follow the light.
Good.
You say his condition is stable,
but Mr. Yitzhaki has been in a coma
for almost a year.
Why isn't he being sent
to a hospital?
Noah is getting professional care,
Aviv is with him all the time.
I trust them.
Thank you.
Ten days before elections
the leading candidate
puts everything aside
due to his father's condition,
heartbreaking news.
Just six months ago,
one month after losing his wife
in a tragic accident,
Aviv Yitzhaki announced he'd be running
for prime minister as an independent.
Only 31 years old
and with the most touching, modest
campaign in local political history.
We recently reported a downturn
in the polls
and I wonder how the deterioration
in the condition of his father,
former PM Noah Yitzhaki,
will affect the polls and the elections.
Thank you, Mati, for that touching report.
We'll go to the evening news
in a moment,
but first, he's Dropping in.
I have a feeling this isn't
another restaurant or new play.
Good evening, my dear Avihu.
"Touching report"?
Are you crazy, Maor?
What's with the melodramatic shit?
It's just a report. Hello!
Avihu, I feel like you're...
Now he's "feeling" again.
Here, do me a favor,
dry your tears before they
wash away your brains.
I've been stuck at home
watching TV for two weeks,
you and your pals put together
quite a soap opera.
Watch this
and it's all just from yesterday.
What do you mean, why?
That's how I feel.
The public votes with its feelings,
The disappointed party members
are a bundle of feelings.
I have no proof,
but you can feel the stench.
A candidate who's all feelings.
His silence feels like...
There's a feeling of excitement.
That's how I feel, period!
"Period." Is that right, Nira?
But you didn't get a word
out of Mr. Feelings, your candidate.
What's his story?
Defense? Economics? Macram?
What?
And you, Aviv Yitzhaki,
I don't blame you, son.
I blame you.
What do you know about him, anyway?
-Go.
He's leading by...
-And that makes sense to you?
There are polls?
Maybe your "polls" don't make sense?
Look, he grew up in a political family,
you can't take...
-So did you, honey,
but that doesn't make you a PM.
Welcome back, Mizrahi.
-His father was a well-loved PM.
His father is a vegetable.
He lost his wife a week
after their wedding. -So what?
God forgive me, but so what?
Listen, it's heartbreaking.
-What are you really saying?
That people are going to vote for him
out of pity?
You don't let us talk...
I think you're into him.
Excuse me?
-And you, Mati,
the hottest journalist here,
for six months you've been "feeling"?
How about an interview?
-You get an interview!
Do I look like a journalist?
-So what do you want?
To understand.
-You can't force him.
Never mind.
I'm onto you.
The "silent widower." Ha.
Camera 2, don't move.
Camera on me, please.
He's up to his usual shit.
-To Camera 1, and... go.
My dear Aviv, listen,
I'm the only one here who knows you.
You were once my student.
Do you want me to reveal what I...?
Kidding.
The truth is, he was a good kid.
But for God's sake, Aviv,
why do you want to be PM?
Explain. Don't avoid the question.
Come, talk to me.
Did you know about this?
Name your time and place.
I promise - no gossip,
no tears,
just open your mouth, sweetheart.
It's about time.
Five shekels.
Three.
-Four and that's final.
Put it on my tab.
Did you deposit money
in my account?
Hm? -My account in Frankfurt.
Can you come here a sec?
Good morning.
Hello?
What's the story?
37,000 Euros, Vishy.
Where?
Didn't you close that account?
What does that matter?
Did you make a deposit?
That was a week ago.
-So?
You were there a week ago.
Didn't you sell anything?
For 37,000? Are you crazy?
The account has been frozen
for three years, okay? -Okay.
I was at the book fair.
-In Frankfurt.
If I sell, the money goes to the publisher,
not to my account.
Got that so far, stupid?
The bank emailed me this morning.
It's in German.
I did Google Translate.
-Brilliant.
It came out gibberish...
Stop it!
You're distracting me.
-Me?
You aren't cooking up
some crazy surprise for me?
A trip to Australia, maybe?
Why would I deposit it there?
Forget it, Oshik,
it's obviously a mistake.
It's a lot of money.
-Then they'll correct it.
It's a German bank, isn't it?
Do I have to beg for a "good morning, Dad"?
-Don't.
What's with him?
-Dalit broke his heart.
Did he ask her to go steady?
I did, in his name.
And what did she say?
She says she doesn't
go out with punks.
What? Do they call you
"punk" at school too?
Ya think?
I look like Mom,
if you haven't noticed.
You look like Mom, Gonie?
I didn't see that coming.
When I suggested you interview him
you laughed at me.
When was that?
Doesn't matter now.
What did you think?
You should've asked him first.
You can relax.
I don't think he'll do it.
-Then why did you suggest it?
Ugh, finally.
Kochi, I'm so sorry.
-Never mind apologies,
your mom isn't taking my calls.
-What?
I said your mom isn't taking my calls.
-Okay.
Her phone's been off since yesterday
and you don't call back.
I tried 100 times! -Avihu.
Hello?
-Just a sec.
What are you doing here?
We've been waiting
for half an hour.
Hi.
I need you to hang up.
-Hang up? Why?
Hang up the phone.
Sorry, Kochi, I'll call you back.
Avihu, for God's sake...
What's going on here?
You don't recognize me.
I'm Aviv's sister.
Alma
Sorry about your phone,
I'm sure you understand.
This is Yoni, my assistant.
Neri, go ahead and smoke,
no hurry.
My online lesson is starting.
I'm learning Portuguese.
What's going on here?
You wanted an interview, didn't you?
For real? Aviv said yes?
I've got no patience for you today.
Are you mad at me
for not telling you?
It was spontaneous,
you know me.
Sorry, but I don't like this.
-Fine, you can go.
Idiot.
What's the story, Neri?
Where are we going?
Hey, son. You've grown.
Hello, Teacher.
Hello, Mr. Soon-to-be-Prime-Minister.
What's with the early morning surprise?
You could've called me,
we'd have had coffee.
Didn't they call you?
-Who?
Sorry.
This is my sister's house. Come in.
Well?
Give us a minute.
Thanks, pal, I'm fine.
Hello, my dear Neri.
Pleased to meet you, Mizrahi.
You're...
Noah Yitzhaki. Nice to meet you.
And you aren't a vegetable.
I was, long ago.
I got better, thank God.
I like the peace and quiet.
Finally some time with my kids.
Why the act?
A trick? A conspiracy?
God forbid.
Okay...
Aviv here is going to be PM,
he'll do a great job
and be a boon to our country.
How long have you known
about this crap?
Is Elvis Presley hiding here, too?
Avihu, do you want to do
this interview?
Okay, then.
What's this?
-The interview.
We'll do it here, modest, homey,
as Aviv likes it.
You don't say.
The questions, the answers,
it's all here.
-Since when is that a problem?
When to laugh,
when to dry a tear,
when to fart.
Sorry.
What makes you think
I'd take part in this sick game?
-You don't have to.
All I ask is that you read it
and think it over.
You don't have to decide now.
How do I get out of here?
Call a cab?
Alma...
-Avihu...
Okay, Yitzhaki, I'll read it.
-Sit down, my friend.
Read it here.
-I can't take it with me?
Of course not.
Have a seat.
I understand how you feel,
I was sure you knew.
Why? Does everyone know?
-Whoever needs to.
And keeps silent.
It's ok Yitzhaki.
I'm gonna go and blow this wide open.
-I wouldn't if I were you.
Is that a threat? -You're the one
making threats, Mizrahi.
Look,
you can make a fool of yourself
if you want,
just be aware that no one
will back you up.
So you bought Neri, too?
-Neri's a friend.
All Israel are friends.
-True.
Yours.
-Not all.
And those who aren't?
Don't they deserve to know
about you secret vegetative state?
The public won't believe you.
Believe me, they will.
-I believe you.
That's why you're here.
Here. I trust you not to do
anything stupid.
You can turn it on.
No pressure, Avihu.
Take a day or two to decide.
What does it matter what I am?
A vegetable, a flower, a butterfly...
I've been out of the game
for a while.
How about a drink?
I don't drink.
-Neither do I.
Come.
No wonder Aviv
likes you so much.
You're like a kid.
-So is he, Yitzhaki.
True.
-And you're pushing a kid to be PM?
He'll be great.
-For who, you?
Is this your revenge
for getting ousted?
There was and election. You lost.
It's what Aviv wants.
-So what?
I'm his father, that's all.
Someone could see you,
doesn't that bother you?
Why me?
Aviv is going to be elected.
Don't you want a part of that?
He trusts you, and you...
-I'm what?
I taught him Literature
in high school, that's all.
You liked him, didn't you?
-I pitied him.
You don't like me, do you?
Don't tell me you don't know
I was your father's commanding officer.
I've heard that story.
How do you...
-Surprised I remember?
I remember everyone, pal,
even though I'm a vegetable.
So how is your dad?
I don't know,
he died about 15 years ago.
Sorry, I didn't know.
If I did I would have come.
Brothers, sisters?
Only child? Really?
Moroccan, right?
Algerian.
Live broadcast, Noah?
It's up to Aviv.
And if I don't do it,
which I probably won't,
who will?
-Nobody.
There'll be no interview.
What to you mean "not a good time"?
Are you out of your minds?
She's an old lady.
-We're doing an item, send Davidi!
No, Kochi, maybe she just
doesn't hear it.
Then how does she
screen my calls?
Something's wrong.
I'm calling the police. -No!
No drama, please.
-Then come pick me up now.
What do you mean?
If I had a car I'd already be there.
Shame on you, she's your mom,
not mine. -But you have a car.
I'm waiting.
Did that scumbag threaten you?
Then why are you covering for him?
Is he your friend now?
No, Avihu, you're my friend.
Well?
You want that interview?
Let me make this clear,
if I do it it's only to save the kid
from his fucked-up father,
and only if it's live.
C'mere.
Don't come to the station and don't call,
and not a word, not even to Oshik, y'hear?
Take a few days off
and think it over.
I unplugged the land line.
Everyone's calling...
IDF Radio alone phoned 30 times.
Good thing you're unlisted,
you would've gone nuts.
You're tight as a spring.
When're you going to see your mom?
Kochi told you?
-Who else?
If she'd told me before
I would've gone long ago.
They didn't correct the mistake,
by the way.
The bank? Frankfurt?
When did you say the money went in?
-A week ago, why?
Not this morning?
-I found out this morning.
You're totally confused.
Give this to Kochi, okay?
Do you have the key?
-What?
The key Oshik gave you.
Are you opening the door?
Why?
-Because. Open up already.
Yes, it's me.
Plus 20 pounds since the last time
you saw me, but who's counting?
It was hard to find,
when'd you move here?
Sometime.
Wait for me in the car.
The last thing Noah Yitzhaki did
was reinstate individual elections.
That's how he lost
and that's how his son will win.
Too bad he isn't around to enjoy the irony...
What happened to your car?
I sold it.
-Why?
Because. Let's just go.
What's with the key?
Don't you have a key?
I gave it to your wife.
Why? -I'm on a diet.
What do you mean?
You locked yourself in?
You're crazy.
Relax, the neighbors have a key.
Are you fasting?
Rice crackers. Drive.
It's only been three months.
You moved, sold your car
and gained 20 lbs?
Remind me about Geva's present
when we get back.
Hello, the number you have dialed
is temporarily unavailable.
Please call back later.
See?
When did you last talk to her?
Did you call her?
Email.
You correspond by email?
I taught her, she isn't stupid.
Then check when you last wrote.
-How?
Where's your smartphone?
-It died.
And that's what you use?
What is this, Time Tunnel?
-Nostalgia. Happy?
Yuck. -Same to you.
Don't take your anger out on me.
I'm not.
-Lower your voice,
I swear, Avihu...
-Fine!
Since when does she lock her door?
She isn't home.
-Wait, I have a key.
She left it in the keyhole?
-Or changed the lock.
Why would she do that?
-To annoy us.
I don't know the reasons for her shenanigans.
Let's call the police.
-Stop freaking out, Kochi.
She'll be back soon, it's Monday.
-So?
A bus to town, falafel at Gabi's,
shopping.
What're you so uptight about?
The interview with Aviv?
What's so funny?
Did you plan it together?
-Who?
You and your brilliant student.
Now you're insulting me?
-Why?
As if you don't know.
The harder you hit him,
the more he'll get.
And rightly so.
What a sweetheart.
All the time he spent at our house...
"Can I help you, Kochi?"
"Want me to fix your computer?"
Until you kicked him out.
I didn't kick him out.
-Fine. I won't go into it again.
Next you'll tell me your voting for him.
I might.
-Is that so?
Why, exactly?
I know him,
he's cute, brilliant, an orphan.
He has a father.
-Yes. A vegetable.
And he's a widower, Avihu.
Heartbreaking.
-You want to vote for him or adopt him?
Sorry.
Say "adopt" all you want,
it doesn't bother me.
She's here.
-Seriously?
I just saw her looking at us.
Sure it's her?
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom.
Open up, I know you're there.
What's with her? What's this stupid game?
What's with you?
Sara, we're worried about you.
Is something wrong, Mom?
Mom, what's going on?
Are you okay, Sara?
Why don't you say something?
Are you angry about something?
Will you answer me?
What?
I gained a little weight.
A lot?
Is something wrong?
Did you fall down?
Hurt your head?
What's so funny?
Why don't you answer?
You screen my calls,
don't open the door, don't say anything...
Are you mad at me?
Did you take a vow?
A vow of silence?
Or are you playing angry again?
She used to play angry.
It's so annoying.
You think I have patience
for your games?
Avihu!
Hello, I'm talking to you.
Answer!
Mom.
Sorry.
Hear that?
She can talk if she wants to.
Not offering us any?
What are you punishing me for?
Don't I give you money every month?
What's the matter? Need more?
Want some?
Fuck your soup and your stupid games!
We're leaving. Now.
You're an asshole, you know that?
Why do you act that way?
-Get in.
Screaming, acting wild,
next thing you'll hit her.
Shut up.
-You shut up.
You promised you wouldn't freak out.
You wanted to see if she's okay?
You saw.
She can hear, cook, piss.
Avihu...
-I'll leave without you, I swear.
You can't stand her, that's all.
Even if it's an act, can't you see?
I see that you won't shut up.
-Mom has a problem.
What if she had a stroke?
Why do you call her Mom?
-What?
It bugs me that you call her Mom.
Why?
-She's not your mother.
I'm showing her respect.
-"Respect..."
Are you a moron?
-Watch your mouth, Avihu!
I'm several years older than you...
-So stop already!
To hell with you!
Take responsibility!
Idiot.
Mom...
I'm sorry I got angry.
I'm a little stressed out.
We want a doctor to see you.
But Mom...
Want me to come?
-No, honey, I'm fine.
The second you go in you freak out.
Be gentle, Vishy.
And don't sleep in the living room,
you'll put out your back.
What's with the money?
Did you check the bank website?
No. -Why not?
I forgot. It's been a crazy day
and I still have to pick Geva up.
I'll deal with it tomorrow,
I'll email them like we said.
Just worry about your mom, Vishy.
Sara, do you have something
for me to sleep in?
Shut up.
-What are you, a table?
You don't mind if I...
-Sleep naked?
I slept with you for seven years,
your weird habits don't bother me.
As long as you keep the blanket on.
Today...
-Yeah?
When I asked if she hurt her head,
why did she laugh?
Oops.
I forgot that's a taboo subject.
I've been your best fried for ever,
your wife for 7 years...
why is it still taboo?
You know,
when you don't talk about things
your imagination goes into gear.
What is it?
Did your father hit her
in the head, too?
Bang her head against the wall?
Break a broomstick over her?
Do you talk to Oshik, at least?
Please speak freely with me, Avihu.
Freely?
Fine.
Let's talk about
your wonderful parents.
Or no, let's talk about your diets.
Okay?
Feel free.
Why did you have that operation?
Oshik told you? -You almost died
and you gained even more back.
I don't want to talk about it.
-What's wrong with being fat?
You're fat, period.
-And you're insulting and rude.
Because I said you're fat?
Fat. Fat.
-Stop it!
It never bothered me.
I know, so what?
-It only turned me on more.
Chill.
I'm crazy about you.
I'm crazy about you.
Then why'd you leave me?
Don't start in again.
You always twist things around.
-You said "feel free," didn't you?
Answer me for once.
I didn't leave you, stupid.
-Yes you did.
What do you want? Are you unhappy
with Oshik? -God forbid.
Thanks to me.
-You're a great matchmaker.
Then say thank you and shut up.
-Thank you.
And shut up.
I can't fall asleep here.
Growing up here
I didn't sleep a wink.
Someone had to be on guard, right?
When did you put up
Dad's picture?
Did you miss him?
1-0, my lead.
A hug, Mom?
What's that?
Look.
Your mom made an archive for us.
Okay. Where is she?
I don't know.
She got ready to mop and left.
Now we're supposed to mop the house?
When was the last time
you spoke to her?
We were here on Rosh Hashanah.
Did she talk?
Say anything?
-What about you?
You come here often.
I want to learn how she cooks.
-And you don't talk to her?
Sure I do.
About myself.
C'mere a sec.
-Where to?
She hired an exterminator online.
You rummaged through her stuff.
Did you know she had
a cataract operation?
On her eyes?
-What do you think, her ears?
You're so callous.
What time is it? 11:15.
-So?
It's Tuesday. She plays cards
with Aunt Lily. -So?
Let's go see if she's
silent with her cronies.
You think they'd replace Aunt Lily?
Maybe she's sick.
Either way, Mom's been silent
for an hour.
They're all silent, Avihu.
Aunt Lily.
It's me.
-So?
How are you?
What do you care?
Do you care?
I came to visit you.
Did your mother die.
-What?
When she dies, come tell me, okay?
What's this?
Aren't you ashamed
walking around like that?
Hey, Lily!
-Hey, you and your mother.
You think you can "hey" me
just because you're on TV?
Go away.
There's nothing here.
C'mon, Kochi, you know her.
Kochi!
Kochi.
Who's that?
Guetta. He teaches Arabic.
He helped me get into
the boarding school I wanted.
Since when are they...?
-Dunno.
He's silent, too.
It's an epidemic.
I have to get back, Kochi.
Why are we waiting for her?
To tell her off
for starting to smoke again?
You want to stay?
I should tidy up the room.
Pest.
Aviv Yitzhaki speaks.
In nine days,
the big event of the upcoming elections.
Avihu Mizrahi in an exclusive interview
with the leading candidate for PM.
-Why didn't you tell me?
Only on The Channel,
television - for real.
Will you tell me what's going on?
Nothing, everything's fine.
Well, if you decide
to talk to me...
Aren't you in a hurry?
I have to pee.
What is this dump, Kochi?
How do you shower?
Sitting on the toilet?
What's the problem?
-I don't know, you tell me.
Is there a problem?
Is that why you sold your car?
They fired you but kept you on
as a freelancer.
How much do they pay
for a column? 300? 400?
None of your business. I get by.
Why didn't you tell me?
-Because it's none of your business.
Present for Geva.
Tell me when we can go
back. We can't leave her like that.
Slam the door on your way out.
Nice going, champ!
-Is Neri in the control booth? -Yeah.
What's up with that promo?
Did you approve it?
Yes, why?
-"Why"? Did I agree?
Can you explain?
Can you do it?
-I'm gonna kick your ass.
Don't mess with me!
C'mon, asshole!
I'm sick of your games.
Fuckin' hell.
How much can I take?
What?
It's confirmation of a cash deposit.
Frankfurt, a week and a half ago.
Signed by the branch manager,
Klaus Edgar.
Next to Oshik's signature.
This isn't Oshik's signature.
But you just said
the money's in the account.
What are you getting at?
She'd never lie to me.
-It never occurred to me.
So?
How did you get this?
By courier.
No idea who sent it.
You thought I was taking bribes?
No, I thought you were being
blackmailed too, stupid.
How much did they pay you?
A lot.
Your buddy?
Forget Noah.
-Okay. Then who?
Me.
What do you mean, you?
-That's what the account says.
That I deposited cash
in my own account.
Don't you see how it works?
Is that why you
let me off the hook early?
So I'd do the interview?
-How?
Did I know you'd suggest it?
Then what did they pay you for?
-I don't know.
I'm telling you, this is how it works.
You get the money, then try to
figure out what they want from you.
And that's it?
Is this all they sent?
That and a photo.
What photo?
It's not in there.
Relax, it doesn't mean anything.
They Photoshopped her head
onto some porn picture.
They didn't even try to make it
look real. -Her?
With Oshik?
Where is it?
I shredded it.
-Why?
It made me sick.
You're my friend, after all.
Fuck.
Don't break down on me now.
How much, Neri?
I want to know if the price
is the same for everyone.
Half a million,
no idea who it's from.
Let me up, dammit, my knees are shot.
Let's go to Rami.
I'll go.
-Don't you dare.
He's the CEO, he needs to know.
-First we need to know.
Can't your connections
trace the money?
Are you that scared of the vegetable?
-It isn't Noah, Avihu.
And don't give me that look,
we're in the same boat.
Why'd you even suggest the interview?
Thanks.
You say it was spontaneous
but the money came in a week before.
How did they know? A guess?
I don't know.
I guess I'm predictable.
Why the hell did you suggest it?
I didn't think he'd go for it, okay?
I know Aviv inside and out.
A depressed kid
who's terrified of his father.
When did you last speak to him?
When he enlisted?
-It drives me nuts,
I can't figure out why
the poor kid is running.
Now it all makes sense.
Vegetable, my ass.
Plays with my bank account,
fakes photos of my wife
to scare me,
and the creep thinks we're all idiots.
Why can't we expose him, Neri?
Any rookie cop would nail him.
-Listen here.
Noah only asked me to meet
after you made
your stupid offer.
I know him.
Playing with money is beneath him,
not to mention the photos.
Photos?
You said one photo.
Photos of who?
Of me.
Five photos and a video
on a flash drive.
Doing what?
Nothing illegal, don't worry.
But nothing my kid should see
floating around the internet.
And it's my privet issue.
You make your personal decision.
Ruining your live is my personal decision?!
Can't you see I'm just a joke here?
Yitzhaki is laughing at me.
You get half a million,
I get two cents,
you get videos
and I get a crappy photo,
and you're still defending him.
-C'mon, Vishy,
leave your ego behind.
It's a show.
He'll win either way,
and rightly so.
And it's a live broadcast,
like you wanted.
Yeah? Aviv said he'd do it?
Aviv will do as he's told.
-Of course. He's just a puppet.
See why we have to expose this?
I don't know why it has to be him,
he isn't the sharpest pencil in the box.
Mizrahi is an embarrassing illusion
of journalism-Exactly.
A comedian.
-Who isn't?
You think he can handle
an interview?
I think you're jealous...
Fuck you.
Want my phone, honey?
I also have a secret antenna up my ass
if you feel like looking.
What?
-Don't "what" me.
How did you know
I was on my way home?
Your wife told me
over the intercom.
He tried to call, but...
-Who tried to call?
Aviv, he's in the car.
Is The Shadow here, too?
-Who?
Your invisible father.
Where is he, in the trunk?
Now I get you.
It's all gone to your head, Mizrahi?
Take your sandals off your feet
when you talk about my father.
And mind what you say
to my brother.
Be gentle.
Campaign or not,
he's still in mourning.
Got that?
How's it going, kid?
What's up?
Flashbacks of the old days.
I slept in that corner for three nights
like a pathetic fool.
When?
When you told me to leave.
And now I'm bugging you again,
as if 14 years haven't passed.
What do you want, son?
Why are you here?
To set a date for you to prepare me.
For the interview
I haven't agreed to do?
Can you believe the promos
they made behind our backs?
I only agreed to think it over,
and that was only
because I felt bad for you.
Sorry.
Aviv...
Why do you need this interview?
You suggested it,
how could I refuse?
I suggested we talk,
not recite.
The Channel demanded
that it be written.
Didn't Neri tell you?
They don't trust you.
Your a loose cannon.
Like the kids at school called you
called you "punk"
He lost his teaching job
because of his big mouth,
then turned it into a TV career.
You're unpredictable.
You realize it's a live broadcast?
Of course, I agreed to it.
You're so nave, Aviv.
Why?
Because I believed that you
really want to help me this time?
It's okay, Avihu,
you don't owe me anything.
As you told me back then,
"I'm not up to being your father."
You held my soul in your hands
for two years.
I'm eternally grateful.
I wouldn't have made it through
without you.
I didn't really swallow
all of your pills.
Just a few.
14 years, huh?
And you're still afraid of him.
Look at me, Aviv.
Don't look away.
What do you need this shit for?
You don't owe him anything.
If it were up to my dad
I'd never leave the house
and neither would she.
All he wants is to have us beside him.
To make up for all the years.
It was Racheli's idea for me to run.
He was against it, but she...
She convinced us all,
she was so confident.
Avihu, my dad is old-school.
Paranoid, vindictive,
wracked with guilt.
I'm different.
I'll be good.
Why'd you believe in me back then?
Because I could quote Alterman
better than you?
"Among these days
of courage and wisdom...
"May there be one..."
-"Which is innocent."
Go with me, Avihu.
You won't regret it.
Oshik.
Why didn't you tell me?
Wow, Vishy, you rock.
And you were right, as usual.
The Germans made the correction,
the money's gone.
Yeah?
And they didn't write anything?
No explanation? No apology?
It's The Sims 4. I asked Kochi for it,
in his name.
Aren't you feeling well?
You don't have a fever.
-I have a low fever
Want to stay home?
-I have no choice.
You can have a fever tomorrow.
No fair!
You let him stay home?
I have loads of meetings today.
Relax, I'll be home.
It's already evening.
Fading on me again?
I nodded off, what's the big deal?
That's how it starts.
Don't you start in.
This interview is child's play for you.
-I know.
Then what's the story?
Why is Kochi so angry?
She's on the bus to your mom's.
What's she mad about?
-Don't know.
Did you offend her again?
Stop talking to me like a school teacher!
I don't need you to train me!
You're being violent.
You call this violent?
You don't have a clue what that means!
Yes I do.
Give up. I won't budge
until you open your mouth.
Very funny.
It was published a month ago.
Oshik edited it for me.
I wanted to call it "Sara's Kitchen"
but the publishers said no.
Nice, isn't it?
I owe you an explanation
for why I disappeared.
I was ashamed.
That I had a laparoscopy.
I knew that would be your reaction.
Then I was ashamed
because I ruined everything.
They shrink your stomach this small,
but that doesn't stop you
from sucking on chocolate,
one cube, two, twenty.
Excuse me,
it's not my fault I swelled up
from all the treatments I had
so I could give you a grandchild.
I'm not blaming you, just saying.
So now you're mad at me?
I brought pajamas.
I don't need your tablecloths.
Good night.
Hello.
Did Kochi go to bed?
Mom...
Yossi's coming in the morning.
Tikva's son,
we went to school together.
He's an excellent psychologist.
Please cooperate with us,
we need to know what's going on with you.
Your mother maid the best.
She's a witch...knew we'd be back.
Okay.
And what are you angry about?
-I'm not angry.
Well?
-I'm not angry.
Just tell me how to return the money
you had the nerve to send me.
Thank you very much,
but I don't need charity.
What were you thinking?
100,000 shekels, and in Euros, yet?
I don't need your pity.
Get out.
Sleep in the kitchen
for all I care.
Kochi...
You have access to my account?
How dare you?
Shut up a sec.
-For fuck's sake.
Is it still the same account?
Our joint account?
Where's your phone?
In the living room. Why?
They're listening in on me.
I left my phone in the car,
I'm not coo-coo.
And if Neri's lying?
I'll kill you if you suspect Oshik.
It's fake.
All the pictures in my column,
how do you think we create them?
I could turn a picture of your ass
into a chocolate mousse.
-I know.
Why didn't you tell her?
She's your wife.
Good thing we deleted
those pictures of us, remember?
What're you talking about?
I'm kidding. Whoa.
I can fake photos too.
You don't believe Neri?
That he's a porn star now?
-Stop it.
Avihu, they're obviously looking
for ways to keep you on a leash.
It's that easy?
Fact is, you haven't gone
to the police.
The fact that you agreed,
won't make Noah stop intimidating you.
Who knows,
maybe he paid mom a surprise visit
and pulled out her tongue.
Why are you so happy?
You want me to cry?
C'mon, I need a walk.
Possibility No. 1,
Noah doesn't believe the polls.
-Why?
Who lost the last elections
despite the polls?
He did.
-Right.
That's why he sees the interview
as his last chance.
He needs you to behave.
Want to hear No. 2?
-Yeah?
Noah doesn't want
the interview,
it's Aviv who wants it.
Why?
-Because he doesn't really want to win.
He's counting on your big mouth
to knock him out
and save him from
his father's clutches.
Oh, no.
Is that why you insisted on
a live broadcast?
Wait, are you planning to save him?
Humiliate him on live TV?
Avihu, he's no longer the fragile boy
you kicked out
without asking me.
-Prime minister?
Do you really believe
he wants that?
Let me talk to Aviv.
We had a good relationship.
And what'll you say?
"Your father's corrupt"?
Don't you think he knows?
You had to see him,
blinking
as if his dad was about to hit him.
Trembling.
Like you.
I admit that Noah scares me.
I meant your father.
My father beat the living hell
out of my mother.
I hated his guts,
I wasn't afraid of him.
There's a difference.
And this horrible room.
All those nights when she'd
come to me to protect her.
And now I have to come here
to hide.
Fuck.
I can't even call my kids.
When did you say Yossi's coming?
Nine o'clock.
Okay, you'll have it by noon.
Yossi?
A new phone, genius.
Give me your credit card.
Are you crazy?
They're watching you too.
Under a false name, silly.
I was military intelligence.
have a little faith.
Do you exercise?
Game of soccer afterwards?
Medications?
Not for a long time.
Good for you, coming here
despite everything.
But don't you dare
tear him to pieces Vishy.
Thanks, Sara.
You remind me of
my dear departed mother.
She loved you very much.
And your husband Aaron.
He always helped us.
Why'd you mention him?
Helped us, my ass.
Yossi.
Yossi!
Yossi!
What did you do to him?
Why'd he run away?
Excuse me, did you pay him?
You gave him a check?
You've gone too far.
I'm so sick of your victim games,
your stupid punishments!
Like some dishrag!
Kicking me out again?
This time it's final.
No problem.
Are you from TV?
No.
Where to?
Excuse me.
My keys are inside.
Hello!
Your mother?
No.
Then where do I know you from?
From your mama's pussy.
Fuck off!
What happened?
Is she home?
-No.
I need you to open up,
my keys are inside.
Never mind. Did you get it?
Why not?
-Your card's blocked.
Mine too.
When do you rehearse with Aviv?
Tomorrow morning?
Then drop me off at Mom's
and then go.
Let me take care of her
and come back tomorrow.
And bring Oshik and the kids.
-Why?
Let's see her keep silent
with her grandkids.
How's my plan?
-Brilliant.
Eat.
Admit it, he has a sense of humor.
-Who?
Your pal from the vegetable garden,
Noah.
He's godless, Kochi.
-No he isn't.
Just that his god is called Israel.
And that's something our generation
can't understand.
And that's why he'll get his son there
at any cost.
So he can pull his strings.
No, Avihu,
because he believes in him.
What now?
You know what Noah needs to do
in order to win for sure?
Die.
Think about it.
If he's pretending to be
a vegetable anyway,
why not pretend to kill him?
"The Death of the Father,"
a Greek tragedy.
As Hamlet: Aviv, widower
and orphan.
A few bank deposits and boom,
an official funeral, live on TV.
You're sick.
-Me?
Smoking again, lovebirds?
And where's your little woman?
At home.
Come here, I need you.
You too, Kochi.
Uncle Baruch!
How are you?
How is he? Great.
Can't hear, can't see,
he was always an idiot.
Right, sweetie?
I'm his Filipina, nice to meet you.
I thought...
-He was in an institution?
Too expensive.
Two years now, Avihu.
Mom didn't tell me.
How would she, in pantomime?
Here you go.
What's that?
A crappy washing machine.
Your mother gave it to me
when you bought her a new one.
Take it. I don't need
anything from her.
What would I do with it?
Laundry.
What happened between you?
Why is Mom silent?
When did you last hear her
say anything?
Or you, Kochi?
I don't mean little things,
"yes," "no," "thank God,"
I mean really talk. When?
Every day, up
at four a.m.,
pots on the stove,
wash in the basket,
dirty cloth diapers.
Who even had time to talk?
Everyone praises, "What a modest
woman, a real woman of valor."
What valor?
His father bragged
that the floor was so clean
you could eat off it.
Who eats off the floor?
They got used to it.
Right, Baruch?
Having a silent slave,
"do this, fix that."
Even in the synagogue,
upstairs with the mice,
"pray in your heart. Silently!."
No profession, no vacations,
no jewelry.
I raised five children.
Once a year they do you a favor
and bring you some bonbons. Why?
Ask me why.
Because I talk.
"You're driving me crazy"! She says.
Who says?
Are we talking about
Mom or you?
What difference does it make?
Did Mom tell you stories?
-What stories?
You tell your children
bedtime stories, don't you?
Did she ever tell you any?
Did she help you with homework?
-I don't remember.
She didn't bring you fruit cut up nicely
when you studied for exams?
But silently. So she wouldn't disturb
the prodigy, God forbid.
What do you went from me now?
He didn't talk to her for three years.
-When?
Now you bring up...
Geez.
Over thirty years ago...
What are you talking about?
-I take care of her.
She doesn't take a penny
from Social Security.
Bravo, but not once did you
invite her to your house.
She doesn't want to come.
What happened 30 years ago?
When he was 15. What happened?
-Nonsense.
Drop it.
-What are you ashamed of?
Me?
-Who else?
Him?
-I'm not ashamed of anything.
Too bad I didn't do it sooner.
-What did you do?
He beat the shit out of him.
-Lily!
You hit your father?
I hit him back, okay?
Now you've got a problem with that?
You beat him up and ran away.
Now you too?
-Why didn't you tell me?
Did he kick you out?
-No.
She did, my mother.
Your glorious sister.
You should thank her.
-For what?
Where did you go?
-Where could he go?
He came to me.
Until she finally got him a place
in a boarding school.
Guetta got it for me.
-You don't say.
For whose sake, yours?
David Guetta, the teacher.
They've been close for years.
Once a week he comes to see her,
they walk together...
What are you trying to say?
That she's punishing me for that?
What is it, a delayed reaction?
-I'm surprised at you, Avihu.
Your mother isn't punishing you,
don't get us confused.
She never got mad at you,
not even when you left her
alone with your father's craziness,
she wasn't angry and still isn't.
I'm angry.
You? Why?
-I'm her sister.
Then why are you mad at her?
-I'm not.
Don't drive me nuts, Lily.
You don't even play cards with them.
I can't stand them.
They're silent too.
Isn't it bad enough with him?
Why are they silent?
What is it, some kind of protest?
I don't know.
She used to talk to me about...
about you,
about your father.
Now, nothing. Silent.
As if that's how she speaks.
But I don't understand
this language of hers.
Maybe you'll understand.
You're her son, aren't you?
Avihu left.
He'll be back later
with Oshik and the kids.
They miss you.
Is that a problem, Sara?
Okay, then.
Sorry.
I'm not so good at pantomime today.
Shame on you.
Shame on you.
What did you say?
What did she say?
He's waiting at the pool.
You can dress here or in the bathroom,
whichever you prefer.
What?
Forgive me.
I told her they'd be too big.
C'mon, lighten up.
We have time.
Another round?
-Go for it.
"On the deserted roads
a voice spoke, then fell silent..."
"And your ear heard."
"How great are the words
that were left alone..."
Abandoned?
Hold on...
Shit.
"Severed from mind
and answers."
I was sure I'd find a war room here.
Our headquarters
are in Alma's house.
In Jerusalem, where we met.
What's with your sister today?
She's tired.
She works hard.
Did you go over the script?
And...?
Nothing. Very well-written.
Simple, modest.
Very you.
C'mon, nobody's listening.
Speak freely.
I might add a question or two.
For instance, how you deal with
your father's condition.
It'd seems strange not to mention it.
"Understanding is by the flame of
the passions never enlightened, but dazzled."
Thomas Hobbes, no?
I learned that from you.
And I'd mostly like to
ask you about Racheli.
The voters would like to hear you
talk about her,
and the truth is, so would I.
Sorry I didn't come to be with you.
You texted me. It's okay,
I didn't expect you to.
I was sorry you didn't come
to the wedding.
I wanted you to meet.
Aviv...
Where's your father?
Is he here?
Why?
Can I talk to him a sec?
Why?
There are things you don't know,
son.
Your father...
Listen,
he's trying to frighten me.
He's shadowing me and Kochi
and my family, too.
I don't get it.
I agreed to do it.
I promised you, didn't I?
So why's he doing this?
Is he afraid I'll make you fail?
Then what?
Is he suspicious of you?
That you want me make you fail?
Is that what you really want?
Tell me, Avihu,
do you really think
you could make me fail?
Geez, Mizrahi, what hubris!
I'm counting on you to rescue me?
Did Kochi come up with that?
Miss military intelligence
pumped up your ego?
We should get started.
You have to leave at 2:00, don't you?
Is that Kochi's idea too?
To get to her with the grandkids?
If you ask me, it won't work.
Your mother's stubborn.
Kochi's talking to you?
Of course, she's a notorious snitch.
You should know her better than that.
Technology, Avihu.
Cellular, cyber, schmyber...
Anyone can do it. Almost.
Are you shadowing my kids, too?
And what about my mother?
You sent someone to scare her.
-Ya think? Are you crazy?
Don't go overboard.
What's your problem with her, anyway?
She's an old lady,
give her a break.
Where's your father?
-Why?
Want to invite him to Parents' Day?
A man like him with
an arrogant loser like you.
Listen carefully, Avihu,
my dad was kind enough
to handle Neri, that's all.
You're not even a beep on his radar.
Afraid of you? Like hell.
My dad's only afraid of one person,
want to guess who?
You went too far.
With the money or the photos?
Lighten up.
And we helped Kochi, too.
You didn't know she's up to
her neck in debt.
Some friend she is.
You could've just
gone to the police, right?
Right, Avihu?
I wonder why you didn't.
How'd you know I'd suggest it?
That's me. I think 80 moves ahead.
Unlike those who only look back,
like you, like my dad.
So what's with the blinking?
A show? So I'll pity you like everyone else?
You can't stand pity, can you?
Makes you sick.
"Nothing is as despicable as literature
that makes us feel pity,"
remember dictating that to us?
"And the self-pity of a chronic victim."
Remember?
I still stand by that. -That's fine, Avihu,
but this is life, not literature.
Just that you, like all your
heartless friends,
are stuck on your arrogant clichs:
"The people are fools,
they want a strong king."
So let's give them
a hellish father figure
they'll vote for out of fear.
I see.
And you'll be their son.
-Exactly.
Tell me, Vishy,
who do you trust more,
your father or your sons?
My father's dead.
-Will you answer me?
You can trust your son, right?
He won't lie to you,
he won't kick you out,
he won't hit you.
He'll be kind. Loyal.
"Honor thy father and thy mother,"
right?
Be grateful, Vishy.
Here's your chance to be
part of something big.
Now lighten up.
I was just playing with you
for old time's sake.
C'mon, I'm starving.
Where's my phone?
You can go.
You could apologize before you go.
-For what?
For jerking everyone around.
And jerking me around
when I was a kid.
Aviv, I'm warning you...
-What?
Gonna hit me?
I'm not your father, you know.
Someone once told me...
Y'hear?
A man I once admired,
when he was in boarding school
he didn't go home even once
in three years.
Amazing, no? A kid.
Anyway, one day his father came.
The only time in the whole three years.
He waited outside for his son
to come talk to him. For half a day.
I asked him, "Why didn't you go
talk to him?
"He's your father.
"Maybe he missed you,
maybe he wanted to apologize,
"Why didn't you go talk to him?"
You know what he said?
"Because I'm a coward."
Log into your bank account.
-Why?
You're saving up for your kids, right?
Gonie and Geva.
I left the app running
in case you forgot your password.
Oops.
It's gone.
Want it back?
Refresh. You know how?
Aviv Yitzhaki, good evening.
Good evening, Avihu.
Thanks for the opportunity,
from the bottom of my heart.
Excited?
Of course.
It's no secret that you were
my student.
Mind if I skip the first question?
What's the first thing you'll do
once you're elected?
Between you and me, Aviv,
what will you do?
Go to your dad for help?
Let's say the stock market crashes,
let's say a war breaks out,
what'll you do?
Ask Daddy what to do?
No.
You know why?
Because I'm better than him.
Where did you meet with Aviv?
In Neri's office?
And?
-Nothing.
Maybe I should've told my mom
we're coming.
Relax, Kochi prepared her.
Yes, Vishy, she's my friend too.
Good thing someone
thinks of me.
What'd she tell you?
She told me about your touching encounter
with your crazy aunt.
So now you're mad?
Because I had to hear about
your father issues from her?
I'm not mad, just sorry
you insist on going it alone.
Wonder why your mom won't talk?
She learned it from you.
Geva asked me to ask you
not to fight in front of us.
I didn't say that.
-But you meant it.
I shouldn't have agreed
to this nonsense.
I'm sorry.
Grandma...
are you sick?
Gonie!
-Leave him alone.
Are you mad at us, Grandma?
Are you mad at Dad?
Want me to drive?
No, I'm fine.
I wouldn't mind some gum.
Geva, can you pass me my bag?
Geva?
Sweetie, Mom's talking to you.
Why aren't you answering?
Gonie...
What's going on back there?
When are you going back?
-To where?
Mom's.
You're best off there.
You can't stay in this dump.
Take care of your issues Avihu.
Forget about me for now.
I'll never forget about you,
you're my sister.
Thank you, Kochi.
Vishy, Noah Yitzhaki died.
What?
-Noah Yitzhaki, an hour ago.
What's with you?
It's Neri. Why...?
My phone's off.
Put it on speaker.
What's up, Neri?
-Did you hear?
Just now. You're on speaker.
-Hey, Neri.
Oh, hi. What's up, Oshik?
Kind of sad, no?
We're on standby,
the funeral is in two hours.
What do you mean?
-He didn't want an official funeral.
What?
And the interview?
-As scheduled.
It's a day after the mourning period
in any case.
Like clockwork.
-What?
You need me there?
-No, no.
But your second rehearsal
is canceled,
I gather there's no need anyway.
-Definitely.
Gotta get back to work.
Bye, guys. Have a nice trip.
What was that about?
What's so funny?
Later.
Wait here a sec.
-Why?
Will you please wait?
We'll be right there, okay?
Wow.
You remembered I exist.
So he's sitting at home
watching his own funeral on TV.
Maybe we should go to your
parents' house tomorrow. -Fuck that,
I'm not leaving the house.
Oshik, it never occurred to me...
-It never occurred to you.
Or to Kochi, or Neri.
You're like little kids.
Finger painting with shit.
You should've blown it up
from the first second.
No one would've believed me.
Who cares! since when are you like that!
Are you afraid for me, Vishy?
Because I'm not afraid of anything.
Believe that?
Do you believe anyone
besides Kochi?
Idiot.
-Osh... Oshik...
We've just been informed
that Alma, Yitzhaki's daughter,
won't be attending
for health reasons,
but Aviv is already here
with the thousands still streaming in.
As we said, Noah Yitzhaki requested
to forgo official procedure
and his humble request
is turning into a communal event,
the biggest funeral
since that of Rabbi Ovadiah.
The biggest election rally
in history.
Good evening, listeners,
this is the Voice of Israel and me too,
fuck all you motherfuckers!
What now?
I don't know.
I don't give a damn about that psycho,
I'm talking about the kids.
They're traumatized by your mother.
Deal with it.
What's up?
I know that Grandma is annoying.
You know it's not your fault, right?
Are you mad at her?
Angry that we got you involved?
Mad at me?
Fine.
If you're so smart,
tell me what to do.
Unless you trust me
to deal with it.
Do you trust me?
Are my questions annoying?
What should I do, be quiet?
Good night, Dad.
Everything okay? Need anything?
Watch yourself, Mizrahi.
Good.
I need you for a photo
with Aviv, okay?
My condolences.
"Among these days of courage and wisdom
may there be one which is innocent."
What?
Nothing, Neri.
Going with the flow.
Good luck.
-Thanks.
Sure you don't want a jacket?
I'm fine, thanks.
Be thankful he agreed
to be made up.
You're not allowed in here.
What are you looking for?
You.
I'm off duty. Talk to Yoni.
You weren't at your father's
funeral either.
Health reasons, right?
I'm not a fool, Alma.
You're a fool
and my father's a fool
and I'm the number one fool.
Where is he now?
Who's sick idea was this?
Aviv's?
How could you let him?
How could your father agree?
What did he do to him?
What do you want?
Let me talk to your father.
-My father's dead.
Be careful, Avihu.
There aren't any options here.
I'm sorry.
Avihu Mizrahi is in our
specially made studio,
and with him, the leading
candidate for prime minister,
who, for the first time since
the race began just a few months ago,
has agreed to appear on TV, live.
I admit I'm feeling emotional,
just yesterday Aviv came to the end
of the mourning period for his father,
former PM Noah Yitzhaki..
The makeup girl is too shy to ask.
She asked me...
I always keep one here
in case I start sweating.
I know. Thanks.
Listen,
I want to apologize.
I should've come
when you lost Racheli,
and before that, too.
That was quite a wakeup call.
I guess I needed it to realize
how much I hurt you.
And not only you.
What are you trying to do, Avihu?
Tell you I believe in you,
that's all.
No more running away.
It's all up to you now, son.
You can say everything
that's important to you.
6... 5... 4...
Go.
Aviv Yitzhaki, good evening.
Good evening, Avihu.
Thanks for the opportunity,
from the bottom of my heart.
Excited?
-Of course.
It's no secret that you were
my student.
You were an excellent teacher.
That's how I know you won't
let me off easy. Right?
Now offer your condolences
and pick up the tempo.
What's going on?
What's with him?
Come on Avihu! Go!
Why'd he take it out?
Is there something I should know?
Shh. Here he goes.
It's all right, honey. Don't worry.
Are you okay? Want some water?
Should we stop?
This is so embarrassing, Neri.
Say something already, Avihu!
He can't hear you!
Liat, get Aviv's attention.
Tell him to do something.
We have to stop this blackout
before they take us off the air.
I told you we need a prompter.
It's not a blackout.
-Then what is it?
A lesson.
I can't stop without permission.
Just go with it.
Not that I understand
what's happening,
but only a fool would end this now.
He's torturing him.
Who's there?
Who's he looking at?
Get out!
Out!
Sit down, Dana!
Do as I say!
From now on, nobody breathe.
Cameras 2 and 3, move in.
Slowly.