Bros (2024) s02e04 Episode Script

TEN MONTHS AGO
[uneasy music playing]
Look. [clears throat]
The car's priced on the Kelley Blue Book.
According to them,
it sells new for 800,000 so…
Enough.
I'll give you 30.
[whispers]
Why are you trying to bargain with him?
Let him pay whatever he wants.
He can take it for free for all I care.
30,000, and be grateful
you're leaving with cash
and not a bullet between the eyes.
-Done.
-What're you talking about?
-[music fades]
-It's not a Corolla.
Done.
Done. Done.
It's a totally fair deal. Really.
The fact
that you're even negotiating with us is…
It's a rare thing.
-[static hiss from television]
-[intriguing music playing]
[man snoring]
[suspenseful music playing]
Fuck.
[object clatters]
[groans wearily]
[music swells]
[music subsides]
[uneasy music playing]
I don't get you, Zion.
Why take this route?
[music swells]
-[music subsides]
-Too much traffic at this hour.
Zion, you're going the wrong way.
I don't get it.
There's no way this is faster.
[menacing music playing]
[tires screech]
[dramatic music playing]
BUDAPEST, HUNGARY
[sportscaster] And that's it,
the final whistle.
The fans erupt in celebration.
The players embrace.
History has been made tonight.
The Polish team has secured
their spot in the Champions League.
[man] I'll be goddamned.
Those are the assholes who fucked me over.
[sportscaster] And here we see
several Israeli fans celebrating,
sharing hugs and songs
after a thrilling contest here tonight.
[phone camera clicks]
[music builds to crescendo]
[music fades]
[opening theme music playing]
BROS
[uneasy music playing]
[music fades]
I'm gonna surprise her
and take her to,
um, that area near the Valley of Hinnom
by that great view of the walls.
You know the spot.
Bottle of wine, a picnic date,
and then, between the, uh,
baguette and the cheese, right,
I'll hide the box underneath,
so she'll find it.
Huh?
-[man] Was this the one you wanted?
-Uh, yeah.
Would this make you wanna marry me?
Well?
Oh, he's the lucky guy?
Huh?
Hey…
-Ooh, well, I gotta say, it's a shock.
-[NIsso laughs]
I haven't processed it yet.
You barely had one weekend together.
Well…
-Listen, I think you're taking this--
-No, bro.
The second she agreed to take me back,
that was it. No wasting time.
Yeah. Well you can't go wrong
with this one, Nisso.
Yeah, huh?
She's thinking picnic, and then I propose…
Ah, really? So, the Valley of Hinnom?
Yeah, what? No good?
Well, historically, there were
a lot of executions at Hinnom.
I don't know if it's all that romantic.
Yeah, but under the moon
and beneath the stars, it's magic.
I don't know, man.
What?
You're not thinking outside the box.
I really think you could go bigger.
It's time to dream "extra large."
Like Nahum? When David did somersaults?
She isn't Yaffit. Rotem has class.
Okay, then think classy.
You know, why not make it special?
It's, it's, it's a once-in-a-lifetime day.
You have to think "production."
Ah, you mean the way you did it?
You're really gonna lecture me?
You threw up on her, man.
All right, but that's why
I'm saying all of this to you.
I don't want you to make
the same mistakes I did.
Listen, uh, I was young.
Young, huh? It was barely five years ago.
You've been a disgusting old man
your whole life.
What do you want? I don't get it.
Why don't you take her abroad?
Nah. She'll suspect it right away.
It'll ruin the whole surprise.
You wanna go to a football game.
Maybe you say something like,
"Uh, sweetie,
Pini and Alma suggested
we all go on a trip."
"They wanna fly to Barcelona
to catch a game at Camp Nou,
to see Messi."
-Hmm.
-How would she ever know?
You just wanna go to the game.
You're using me.
What's it matter who's using who?
You scratch my back, I scratch yours,
we both win.
Imagine getting down on one knee
in the presence of the gods of soccer.
And Alma will agree to leave the baby
four months after having him?
Aaron can stay with his grandparents
at the moshav.
They'll have no issues.
The farmers have a tradition
of abandoning children.
You know, they've got
a children's home out there.
Let's go across the street
to the travel agency
and order a package deal now.
Hmm. All right. I like it.
[tense music playing]
What did I tell you? They're open.
I saw we get the whole thing
and spring it on them.
[inaudible speech]
DISTRICT SCHOOL
THE HILLS HIGH SCHOOL
[Alma] This place has changed so much.
Wow!
[music fades]
The whole feel of this place
is… totally different.
When I took this job,
one of my first orders of business
was to make it feel… actually inviting.
When we were here, it was more, uh…
-It felt like a jail, come on.
-[chuckles]
It's true.
-And they loved their asbestos.
-[both chuckling]
I want this to be a place
that kids are excited to come to,
and not excited to ditch.
[ball bouncing]
Sir, I'm putting up the net.
Just Izhar.
By all means,
as long as Ms. Neta's okay with it.
-And you better win the cup this year.
-For sure.
Quite a change from Tamar the Dictator.
I don't believe in all that yelling
and distance from your own students.
In the end, they grow to be our friends.
They're the next generation.
Before you know it, they're in the army.
Well, I'm totally with you.
I feel the exact same way.
Good. That's great to hear.
Um, the kids come first. Before all the…
Hey, so… so what was it
you wanted to talk about?
Oh, right. Um…
Noa, the vice principal, is leaving.
I've known for a few months now, but…
I need someone I can talk to.
They should have…
a connection to the place.
As soon as you came back…
Plus, you just happen to be a teacher,
you know, it's like… meant to be.
Wow. I, um, I don't know what to say.
You want me to be your vice principal?
Uh…
Yeah.
Are you interested?
Yes. Uh, yes, it's… it's… [laughs]
I'm… I'm flattered, um,
but… but when?
She said she wants to leave.
But she's… giving us time to…
to find the right fit
and… show them the ropes.
Well, I mean…
But… but, yeah,
it's, it's, it's appealing.
Um, is that still the music room?
Oh, how I loved this place.
It hasn't changed.
I wouldn't dare change it.
You all right?
[inhales deeply]
Yes.
[Izhar breathes deeply]
[chuckles softly]
Time flies, huh?
Izhar!
-[downbeat music playing]
-Uh… uh… I didn't…
I'm sorry.
[tense music playing]
[keypad beeping]
-[man] So, what do ya got?
-It's a good thing you answered.
What is it?
You're not gonna believe this.
They're going to Europe. Barcelona.
I have all the travel details.
The flight, dates, everything.
-Seriously?
-Seriously.
So, do you need me for anything else,
or do you wanna take it from here?
Send everything.
Done.
[music fades]
[intriguing music playing]
Oh my God!
-[music fades]
-Shit, you fucking scared me.
What… wha… what're you doing here?
I live here.
Why aren't you at work?
It's Sunday, plus, uh…
There, uh…
there's nothing going on at work today,
so I figured I'd rest a bit.
Is everything okay?
Is there a problem at work?
Where's Aaron?
-With my dad.
-Why?
Nothing. I had to run out.
Where to?
Ah. So we're alone? Well, hop in.
[awkward music playing]
Now?
No, no. Oh, no, I… I need to…
I need to go get our son. He needs to eat.
Then why did you come back here?
I was…
I wanted to take a shower first, so…
Then don't get dressed yet.
I'll take a shower too.
-[music fades]
-No, no, I have to go.
He… he has to eat now.
I'll see you in a second.
This one? This is the reservation
you were looking for?
Look out, manager incoming,
twelve o'clock. Good luck with that.
-[intriguing music playing]
-Why aren't you picking up?
-I was in the middle of something.
-I wanna show you something. Come with me.
-You good?
-I'm great.
Where were you all weekend?
Dad, please.
Well, you could at last pick up the phone
and say, "I'm here, I'm there,
I won't be there, okay, bye."
Is that what you wanted to tell me?
What about London?
Gary called me. Are you backing out?
Of course not.
Ah, good.
It's your choice, but, uh,
I spoke to him.
[music fades]
And I figured,
we both did, that perhaps you ought to…
to transfer there.
Maybe for an extended period of time.
That way, you and Gary can strategize
face-to-face, not over the phone.
Okay. I'll call him.
Sounds like a good idea.
That's my girl.
You make your father proud.
The opportunity's there, Rotem.
You have to grab it.
[cell phone ringing]
Hey.
Why should I come outside?
-[door closes]
-[sportscaster] There he goes again.
What a play. And who created the opening?
It was the Portuguese center-back
-[door closes]
-[sportscaster] But Perez is through…
Oh, oh, oh, look who's here.
Say hi, Matani.
Who's that?
Is it Papa?
-What are you doing? Bring him here.
-No, he needs a second.
He just ate. He's like you.
He's gotta fart,
maybe doze off for a bit. Right, Matani?
It's lucky I went.
As soon as I got there,
he started throwing a tantrum.
Yeah. Lucky.
What?
Don't be all sour with me.
I'm not sour.
You are.
Whatever. It doesn't feel nice
to not be wanted, okay?
It's like I'm not even considered. I, uh…
Tell me, Alma.
Is there another man?
What?
What "what"?
Yes.
Yes, I've been seeing
another man for months.
The four months he's been alive,
you moron.
[giggles]
And you're actually right.
Let's make some time.
Oh!
You're gonna wanna sit down for this.
-On what?
-Don't be vulgar in front of the kid.
[coos quizzically]
-Are you steadying yourself?
-No.
That's okay. You look steady enough.
Nisso and Rotem're back together.
What?!
That's great. But… but how?
Hold on a sec, it gets better.
Nisso's gonna ask Rotem to marry him.
Well, that was fast.
Yeah, I… I reacted the same way at first.
But let's face it, Nisso's always
been impulsive. He's like a child.
That's true.
Anyway, Nisso wants a whole
song-and-dance engagement,
but she can't know it.
So Nisso came up with this idea,
and you gotta hand it to him,
it's pretty brilliant of Nisso,
to take her to Barcelona.
He takes her to a game at Barça,
surprises her at the stadium.
But if he tries to take her
on a random trip, won't she realize?
You see? You're also brilliant.
Hang on a sec,
I'll open a couple of beers for us.
Will you drink with me?
-One for both of us.
-Okay.
Okay, so here it is.
This is where
we come into the equation.
[chuckles]
Nisso's gonna tell Rotem
that it's basically
a romantic couples' trip.
Get it? We're gonna go with them.
He tells her some bullshit story
that we won these tickets
in a raffle at the bar.
Us? No, m…
I can't. I can't just go on a trip.
What do you mean? Because of Aaron?
He'll be fine for a weekend. He's a baby.
At four months,
all he does is sleep and shit.
You can also, you know,
you pump and freeze
those, uh, sacks of, uh, your milk.
At least that way, he won't be forced
to eat Grandma's mystery mash again.
We'll leave Aaron with your folks,
we'll finally get some quality alone time,
and we'll help our pal along the way.
It's like a… mitzvah.
[clinks glasses]
Why dump him on my parents
for a long weekend?
Why don't we ask your mom and dad, huh?
I don't want my mother to know
you're abandoning her grandson at this age
for a few days in Europe.
I'm just looking out for you.
Yeah, my hero. How thoughtful.
Come on.
Your folks won't care. This kind of thing
doesn't faze them at all.
I mean, this place is
all about abandoning children.
You said your mom'd throw you
in a children's house as a week-old baby
while she would sit outside
with all her friends,
eating watermelon
and singing songs by Shalom Hanoch.
And look. You turned out just fine, right?
I guess I did, didn't I?
I'm not even talking about anything crazy.
I… I just want,
like, you know, a few days.
It's not like I'm saying, "Go get a job."
I don't know.
Boo.
You keep saying
we need time together, right?
Well, there's no chance of that here.
There's always someone around us.
You're right.
Yes!
-[jaunty music playing]
-[Matan crying]
Oh, no, sweetie, Papa's happy.
Papa's happy. [chuckles]
Papa's going to Barcelona! Yes, he is.
Do you want me do bring you
a Messi onesie?
"Yes!"
Barcelona!? On such short notice?
It's not like it's out of the blue.
Do you know how long
I've had these tickets?
No.
Remember when that brewery held a contest
to see which bar could sell the most beer?
-Yeah.
-We won.
Never mind that Pini drank all of it.
[chuckles] Of course.
Anyway, we got four tickets to Barcelona,
the flight, the hotel,
the soccer tickets, all of it.
Wow.
But Alma was due any day,
so we couldn't go.
Maybe it was for the best
because I would've been the third wheel.
Now, season's nearly over,
and the tickets are about to expire,
and that'd be such a waste. We have to go.
Might be a disaster,
but I'm willing to take that risk.
[both chuckling]
Alma is really willing to go to Barcelona
when the baby's barely four months old?
She's from a moshav.
You know how they are with kids.
Plus, she's basically
in her mom's backyard.
-Mm.
-What does the kid do at this age?
Eat and poop. That's it.
You're ridiculous.
I forget, what name did they go with?
-The kid?
-Uh, his name is Matan.
But Pini insisted on a second one,
so he gave him his dad's.
It's Aaron.
-[laughs] Aaron?
-[chuckles] Yeah.
Hey. Don't laugh, it's not nice.
Like that old drunk at Pinones?
I know, right?
"Aaron". [laughing]
-Well?
-Well, I don't know. I have to check.
Don't sweat it. No rush.
It's just… our time.
[intriguing music playing]
-[Pini] Where's our seats?
-Here, get in.
Why me? You go in first.
-I think this is us.
-Yeah.
All right, settle in.
Here we go.
Hey, Nisso, what the hell?
We bought the tickets together.
Why do you get a window seat?
These are prize tickets, remember?
I'm sitting where it tells me to.
Oh, come on, quit whining.
What's the difference?
I actually like the aisle.
I'm glad you like the aisle seat.
You stuck me in the middle.
I hate the middle.
Oh, Pini, some things never change.
You're like a child.
Rotem, why don't you move here?
I have no problem with you
sitting next to Alma.
She won't mind. Nisso can scooch,
and I'll take the window.
You're not taking the window.
Hey, leave them alone. Just relax.
No one's sitting there.
We'll leave in a minute.
As soon as we do, you can take the window.
Hi. Hello. I'll just squeeze in.
You jinxed it, see?
[pills rattling]
Excuse me.
Can I have some water, please?
Here, here. You have a bottle.
Thank you.
[sighs]
[intriguing music playing]
[quietly] See all those pills he took?
Down the hatch like Skittles.
[Alma] Shhh.
[whispering] Alma.
Alma.
Alma!
Do you wanna get out? Jump.
Look at him. Look.
This guy has his hand on me. Look.
So just move it. Let me sleep, okay?
[music fades]
Excuse… excuse me.
[haunting music playing]
Uh… uh, mister?
Mister?
[coughing]
[music fades]
Come on.
What's wrong with you?
You got tuberculosis?
Bro, look where this guy has his hand.
I was hoping he'd take the hint,
but nothing.
Just move his hand already.
[suspenseful music playing]
Hey, Pini, he doesn't look so good.
He's gray.
And his pupils are huge.
Shit.
[indistinct speech]
-Thank you, yes.
-[intriguing music playing]
-Enjoy.
-I will.
[sighs]
This must be that Japanese whiskey.
It's got that smoky taste.
[music fades]
I still don't get how we ended up here.
What did we do?
-What?
-The random upgrade to business.
What do you mean? That poor guy's sick.
The plane's packed, and they needed room
for the doctor to fix him.
-That's good service, babe.
-Not that I'm complaining.
[Pini] Hmm?
Then don't. Sit back and relax.
Sweetheart, can I do
another one of these whiskey things?
I let her try it,
and she just guzzled it like a fish, so…
-Shut up!
-[chuckling]
It's stressing me out.
I hope he's all right.
Who?
Ah, of course he is.
He's passed out.
You saw how many pills he took.
They're probably pumping his stomach.
Shoving a tube down his throat.
Merci.
[laughing] You're such an idiot.
That's not a double. That's a triple.
[intriguing music playing]
Dumbass.
Shh. Shh, what are you doing now? Sit!
Don't look.
The flight attendant told us to stay put.
They're leaving him like that?
What do you expect them to do?
Throw him out the hatch?
Yeah. Shoot him into space.
Who put that in your head?
Star Trek. Wrath of Khan.
How can I sit when there's a dead man
who's breathing down my neck?
Breathing's a stretch.
[sighs]
And Pini, whining over a window seat.
Now that bastard's up in business.
[sighs]
[Rotem] Well, look at you.
-[music fades]
-[Nisso] Enjoying your cocktail?
Yes.
What are you doing here?
Who let you past the gates of heaven?
Huh? Unacceptable. Nurse! Nurse!
What do you mean, "nurse"?
You think you're at Mount Sinai?
It's his fourth glass of whiskey,
I have no more energy for his bullshit.
-Listen, Rotem would like to--
-What?
Come on. Rotem is asking, okay,
if you'd be willing to switch with us
so we can get
a taste of the high life too.
Why am I the bad guy?
Don't be embarrassed, baby.
So what if they've barely spoken to you
in four months. They still love you.
It breaks my heart, Pini.
Into a thousand pieces.
-Right?
-I'm so sorry, Rotem.
Unfortunately, we've deliberated,
Alma and I,
and no can do.
No, it's impossible.
Nisso said it himself.
The seat assignments
are printed on the tickets, right?
So if you would, head on back to the ICU.
It's the morgue.
-He passed?
-Mm-hmm.
Oh my God.
Stop. They're just fucking with you.
She's trying to get your seat.
Nurse!
Nurse, they're scaring my wife.
They're ruining our flight.
-Rotem.
-Sir?
-We shelled out--
-It's nighttime. People wanna sleep.
Please sit down.
And would you please go back
to your assigned seat?
-She's right. You're disturbing the peace.
-Yeah.
You really are.
Alma, whose side are you on here?
Technically, you're not allowed
to switch seats. I'll turn a blind eye.
Yeah? 'Cause I can't turn a blind eye
to the dearly departed.
[intriguing music playing]
Listen, focus.
I need your help with the plan, okay?
And I don't know when we'll have
another chance to talk just us.
Okay? So focus.
Shoot.
I'm going to ask her at Camp Nou.
[grunts approvingly]
I spoke with Hagai.
We were in the army together.
You know Hagai?
Hagai the Hulk?
Yeah, yeah.
It turns out that his cousin manages
the team's Facebook pages these days.
For Barcelona!
-I'll be damned.
-Yeah!
After the army, he went straight there
and got a degree in journalism.
He got this job,
and now this Facebook thing is massive.
You should get on Facebook.
Yeah, yeah. I already told you, I will.
Yep. This is what I mean
when I say "open your mind."
Life isn't just about the bar.
Yeah, I know.
I agreed to get a food truck.
My mind's been opened.
Anyway, what were you saying?
Okay. So Hagai talked to to the cousin,
updated him, and connected us.
Basically, he'll give me the signal.
-And I'll signal you.
-Okay.
And you look as if you decided to
walk down towards the field on your own,
and he'll give you access to the tunnel
where the players run out onto the field,
you get me?
-That's brilliant.
-Yeah.
And then he's gonna wanna film
the whole proposal,
with all the the players cheering
and applauding them,
and afterward, he'll wanna put it on, uh…
-Yes.
-Facebook.
-Sweet.
-Yeah.
Wait, wait. How, uh… how will I…
how will I know
that you're signaling it's time?
We should have
some sort of sign, you know?
Yeah. Right. Hold on. Um…
Yeah. I'll say…
"Wait, the game's starting."
No, that's… that's not good.
You always say that.
I won't know if it's actually my sign.
What the hell is going on
with Puyol's hair? Bro needs a cut.
I think it's his trademark, you know?
He's never not had it that long.
No, you drunk, that's the sign.
Oh, that's good. That's a good line.
In short. Hagai's cousin signals me,
I'm gonna signal you,
you go down toward the field entrance.
He gives you access.
You call out to us, "Guys, get down here."
We go to the field.
I'll make sure Rotem goes first.
And as we walk into the tunnel,
make sure we're in order,
that is you first,
then Rotem, and then me.
Okay?
The defender runs out from the tunnel,
I get down on my knee,
and you tell Rotem to turn around.
I've got the box. Boom! Engaged.
What's the sign?
What's going on with Puyol's hair?
Puyol needs a haircut.
What can go wrong?
[whimsical music playing]
[Rotem] This architecture's stunning.
[Alma] First time in Barcelona?
Second. I came as a kid.
I don't remember a thing.
Europe's one big blur to me.
[laughs] You here that Pini?
Europe's one big blur to her.
-And yet where do they take us?
-To the Dead Sea.
They call this the Gothic Quarter.
Anyone know why the Gothic Quarter
is called the Gothic Quarter?
'Cause it's gothic.
Is it gothic on both sides
or just its mom's?
Shhh. Don't interrupt.
Come on, just let the tour guide talk.
-[Rotem and Nisso chuckling]
-You don't wanna know? Huh?
The man prefers to remain an idiot.
Listen to me, a little local history
never killed anyone.
Well, I don't know. You were the one
who sat next to a guy who actually died.
-[suspenseful music playing]
-Come on. Why dwell on the past?
[tense music stab]
[music fades]
[mysterious music playing]
[music fades]