Bros (2024) s02e05 Episode Script
Season 2, Episode 5
[church bell tolling]
-[intriguing music playing]
-[Pini] So, right now we're in El Call.
Does anybody know what El Call is?
Come on, stop the riddles.
Just tell us. The tension's killing us.
El Call? El Call, the Jewish Quarter?
This is the area
where the Jewish community of Barcelona
lived in the Middle Ages.
Actually, if, um,
if we walk a few more feet,
you see that building?
It's the oldest one in Barcelona.
It's the earliest synagogue
of the Jewish community.
-Hey, tour guide, sir, where's the mall?
-It's interesting. Don't be mean. Go on.
You know what happened in 1492?
The expulsion of the Jews. Boom.
-[Nisso] Mm.
-Mm.
The Spanish Expulsion.
You know what it is?
-When they expelled!
-Very good.
How did it start?
Look at the letters.
It's written on the wall.
Look at those letters.
They were written in blood.
Blood! Do you hear me?
There was a vibrant community.
There were Jews here.
Until one day,
the Christians turned around
and said, "Nope.
You have to convert. Party's over."
Now, any Jew who refused to convert,
out of here. Where did they go?
They went to Algeria,
to Italy, Tunisia.
What's "Tunisia"?
It's my grandma mémé.
That's why I'm so emotional.
It's literally a journey to my roots.
[jaunty music playing]
-Churro?
-Let's go.
Look. Imagine that the king is here.
Nachmanides is sitting just opposite.
And across from them
sit three Christian judges.
One Christian here, another Christian,
another one here, and the king sits here.
And then the king asks
if the Messiah has come.
And Nachmanides sits there
and says, "He hasn't come."
We're standing by a wonder
created by the artist,
the architect, the one and only Gaudi.
But the real story is how he died.
He was checking
the very highest spire of his creation,
stepped backwards, and… Bam!
A tram mashed him.
Took them three days
to figure out who he was,
'cause he appeared homeless.
Hey, where did you get those shirts?
Our friend Gaudi,
while he was still
only a first-year architecture student,
was involved in the design
of the irrigation system.
The whole crowd went, "Whoa!"
She could have never thought
that her great-great-great-great-grandson
would be standing here feeling…
feeling the same walls she touched.
Think about the Christian perspective.
When you say "messiah,"
what does it mean to them?
Wait, where'd you get beer?
Okay, fine. Um, from now on, let's just
focus on what's important. Lehayim.
[music fades]
So was Poland like this too?
You have no idea.
Vanilla for me too.
-Same for you?
-Yes.
-You always do the same thing?
-[Nisso chuckles]
-Yeah.
-[Rotem] What can we say?
-[Nisso] How long have you been here?
-Oh, about two years, I guess.
-Wow.
-And you?
-We're here for three days.
-Yeah.
We came to see a game.
What can you experience
in three days, pal?
-Oh, you know, ice cream.
-Who did you come to see?
-Messi.
-Ah, Messi. That explains it all.
-[Rotem] Thanks.
-Thanks.
Enjoy, guys.
If you like it, tell your friends.
If you hated it, say nothing, huh?
-[Rotem chuckles]
-You think we'd diss an Israeli?
Wow. So good.
-Tasty.
-Mm-hmm.
How did you… How'd you know?
Hmm? You're kidding?
The minute he opened his mouth.
Don't you spot Israelis from a mile away?
You have to have guts to do that.
Moving here to run some ice cream cart
with your family and kids.
Is that a big deal?
It's pretty cool, I think.
It seems easier here somehow.
-Really?
-Mm.
Have you ever thought of doing
something like that?
Never thought about it.
[opening theme music playing]
BROS
Anyway, all of Nisso's aunts, you see,
all four aunts…
look exactly like Nisso with curls.
-[all laughing]
-[laid-back music playing]
It's stuck in my throat.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I haven't smoked in two years.
-[Alma coughing]
-[Rotem laughing]
[Alma groans]
-What?
-Hoo!
-You feeling it, babe?
-Yes. Ugh!
Ah, it's fine. You won't be nursing
for a couple of days anyway.
But we're wasting so much time.
The game's still not for a few hours.
I say we should get a car.
We'll go hike in the hills.
They have gorgeous natural scenery.
[Nisso] Seriously? Drive to the mountains?
The game's in a few hours.
We shouldn't go too far.
Not to mention the fact
that we just smoked.
Driving like this is… It's careless.
I didn't smoke.
["Viva la Vida" playing]
[all] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Wow, great job, guys.
We totally aced those lyrics.
-Hey, why didn't you turn right?
-Why would I?
I told you to go right.
Don't you know how to navigate?
I gave the map to you. Shame on you.
I know. That's why I said
take the next right.
When did you say it, bro? When?
We just sang the complete album.
We've been singing
for the past 20 minutes.
It's fine. Just make the next right.
Who has the water?
Yeah, there's so much salt in my mouth.
I can't stop eating these.
-Nisso has it. Nisso brought the water.
-Water? I didn't. Check the back there.
-Nothing here.
-Oh, no. Come on.
-No water.
-Can you do us a solid?
Stop at a gas station when you see one.
Are you for real?
You got all these snacks for us
and not a single drop of water?
Just salt and MSG?
If you'd turned right where I told you,
the gas station'd be there.
You could've got water.
Hey, Pini, you completely sure
you didn't smoke?
Me?
[Rotem] You guys are totally nuts.
Trying to picture you both with the…
-What?
-With the boat, at sea. And fish.
Oh, please.
What the hell were you thinking
with all the mullet farming thing anyway?
Rotem, why don't you tell them
all about your great new job?
-She's a big shot at the hotel now.
-Oh, wow.
-Yeah.
-[Pini] No way.
Rotem, sweetie,
why haven't you said something?
You're a vault, hon.
-It's not as compelling as raising mullet.
-It's not compelling. It really stinks.
[Alma and Rotem laughing]
It's amazing it's over, huh?
-[intriguing music playing]
-What's over?
Alma, pass me some chips, or, uh…
Is there something salty back there?
What's over? What do you mean by that?
You're asking me? The mullet.
Something about gas or whatever,
if I understood it.
Uh… Uh, I think that right turn
is coming up ahead.
-Hey, stop now.
-What? Why?
'Cause I said stop the car.
Why Alma? What's wrong?
-Because I wanna get out.
-Wait, what's wrong?
I said stop the car!
Hold on a sec,
I'm about to stop at a gas station.
You can take out all your frustrations
and beat on me there.
Listen, either you stop right now,
or I'm gonna jump out while you drive.
Am I understood?
-Alma…
-Stop the car!
[Pini] Alma, listen a second.
Alma.
Alma!
Hold on a sec, dammit.
Wait a second. Listen, you don't need to…
Honey. Oh, come on!
Let me talk to you for a second!
[music fades]
[Nisso groans]
[Nisso sighs]
[Nisso] This is awkward.
-What the hell?
-I don't get it. Was it a secret or…?
Yeah, he fucked up.
What? What?
-[Rotem] Wow, I'm so sorry.
-I should be. I should have told you.
He doesn't want her father
finding him a job at the moshav.
He's suffering bad.
So he made me promise not to tell her
until we find a new thing,
something solid.
Really, I… I wanted to tell you,
but I was waiting for the right moment.
It's nothing. You're being overdramatic.
Nothing, right. Everybody knows about it
except your dumb wife, huh?
-Can I get a second to explain this?
-No.
[sighs] Come on, we'll be late.
Alma!
Alma, it's my fault, not Pini's!
As if she'll believe that.
What are you two doing?
Why did you get out of the car?
Well, you guys did!
-I'm handling it, dude, thanks.
-[Nisso] Yeah, I can see that.
Hey, do you remember the game's on soon
and we can't be late?
You hear what I'm getting at?
-[Pini] Shit!
-What?
He's taking the car!
[Nisso] Son of a bitch!
-[Rotem] What?
-Hey!
-[Rotem] No, no, no!
-Motherfucker! Hey!
-[Nisso yells angrily]
-[Pini] What the fuck?
[fans singing, chanting]
[tense music playing]
[inaudible speech]
Yes, yes. One moment, please.
-[fans singing, chanting]
-[music fades]
[cell phone dialing]
[connection failure beeping]
[cell phone ringing]
-Phone, Alma.
-Shut up.
Why "shut up"?
Your phone's ringing. Answer.
-[baby crying]
-Yes, Mom, what is it?
Uh, the suppositories, where are they?
What? Why is he screaming like that, Mom?
What? What's wrong?
I want to give him a suppository.
He wears a steel helmet
A sharp pin in his hand ♪
Yoik!
-He's crying because of that damn song.
-Stop it!
Did you try a bath?
It could help bring it down.
We already tried that.
Say we bathed the kid.
The suppositories are in
the side slot of my bag,
not the side with the bottle.
So try that and let me know, all right?
Okay. Bye.
-[call disconnects]
-[sighs]
What? What's going on?
What did I even come for?
-Fever?
-[exhales forcefully]
It's not so bad.
What would you have done being there?
-She'll probably give him a suppository.
-Stop! Just go away.
[downbeat music playing]
[fans singing, chanting]
[cell phone ringing]
Hagai's cousin from Camp Nou.
-Hey, dude, what's going on?
-What's up? Are you nearby?
No, we're, uh…
we're outside of Barcelona.
We went at… But we'll call for a cab now.
It'll be tough for you
to find a taxi today.
-Okay, good luck.
-Huh.
Call when you get here.
It's just I have a big mess to deal with.
What do we do?
Fuck! Where the hell even are we?
Look, we have to stop going this way.
We need to go back that way,
towards the main road.
No, it's a highway.
They go 80 miles an hour. That's no good.
Worst case, we don't get to the game.
No, no, no, no way. No way.
We have to find one of the locals,
that's all.
They… they can call a cab for us.
Maybe knock on a door.
[intercom buzzing]
[music fades]
[Pini] Hey, bro, come on,
I rang nine times already. No one's home.
-[Alma sighs]
-Don't you hear the noise?
-[distant melodic music playing]
-They might've left the radio on.
So they don't get robbed, you know.
The other houses were quiet,
and you said, "Nobody's there."
And now that I hear noise,
you say "nobody's there" again.
What's your logic, exactly? I'm lost.
Listen, bro, if we don't find anyone
to get us straight to the stadium soon,
we're not gonna get there in time,
understand?
-It's no big deal.
-It is a big deal!
It's… it's a significant game.
So what you wanna do? Look at that gate.
I'll climb.
[Nisso sighs]
-Alma, I can't let him go alone.
-Don't speak to me.
Uh… Um…
Come on, let's do this.
I'm out of patience.
Go climb. Let's get it over with.
[Nisso] Wait. Let me…
[Nisso groaning]
Hang on. Watch my balls.
Look at this.
I think the door's on the other side.
-[Pini] Yeah.
-Come on. Let's go knock.
Let's hope it's not some guy
with a double-barrel shotgun.
[Nisso] Where do you think this is? Texas?
Hey, I'm sorry, bro.
I screwed up your proposal.
With all her bullshit,
we won't get to the game in time.
[dramatic flamenco music playing]
Walk. Walk. Walk.
-Walk.
-[both] Run!
-[screams]
-[music fades]
[fans cheering]
[inaudible speech]
-[car horn honking rhythmically]
-[intriguing music playing]
[air horn blares]
Do you have any idea where we're going?
What… what do we do?
Don't know.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
No one's coming by. Not even a dog.
Is that so?
Then what the hell happened to your ass?
I say we go back towards the main road.
I mean,
there's nothing but rich people out here,
and they're not gonna lift a finger
to help us.
Yes, there's some water.
I'm parched from all the chips that I ate.
Tell your friend to throw out that bottle.
It looks like someone peed in it.
Why would anyone pee in a bottle
in the middle of nowhere?
Ugh!
[hoarsely] It could be water.
[music fades]
Hey, don't let it get to you.
There'll be other games.
Not like this one.
Nisso, I'm sorry.
[sighs] If it wasn't for my drama
over that moron, you could have already…
Please, enough already.
It's a game, you guys.
What's the issue?
We missed a game. It's okay.
There'll be other games.
Enough already. Look at that view.
[poignant music playing]
Look where we are, that moon.
Do me a favor and just look for a minute.
From here, we can see the entire city.
It's beautiful.
You're right, Alma. I was wrong.
You know, I'm not that mad.
I'm just insulted.
I… I don't understand.
Are you scared to talk to me
'cause I'm this woman who's narrow-minded?
It's me. It's not you. I messed up.
This whole time, uh…
Well, I've just been really stressed out,
you know?
Plus… plus… plus Aaron's birth,
then moving to the moshav
and being around your parents and…
I was just scared that, um…
uh, maybe if I told you
the business went south,
then the very next morning,
I'd be picking apples with your dad.
And am I my dad?
Well, I told you, I was wrong. Sorry.
The moon's pretty, huh?
-[music fades]
-Hmm. Very.
Yeah.
Honestly, babe,
it kind of reminds me of your dad.
[both chuckle softly]
-Mm…
-I'm sorry.
I know that.
Mm.
So, come on, just nudge him.
Look how gorgeous it is.
-Really?
-Sure.
Hey, Nisso, what's up with Puyol's hair?
What about it? What?
Puyol. What's happening with his hair?
He looks kind of like Hagai's cousin,
doesn't he?
[stirring music playing]
Now.
[box opening]
-Oh!
-[ring bounces]
-Shit!
-What happened?
Shit!
[Nisso groans]
-What are you looking for?
-[Nisso] Huh?
-[Pini whispers] Stall her.
-Look at the moon.
What's wrong?
Watch it. A car's coming.
[Rotem] Well? What…
Nisso! What are you doing?
Get out of the way.
[car door opens]
[heavenly music playing]
Hey. This what you're looking for?
Thank you.
[music swells]
What are you staring at?
[car door closes]
What's this?
It was gonna be at Camp Nou.
[tender music playing]
So? You're supposed to ask her a question.
Let him do it his way.
It's obvious, isn't it?
No, it isn't. You never did propose.
Let him do it the right way.
Okay, go ahead.
Will you be my wife?
You really have
a weird way of doing things
[chuckles softly]
You even got a ring bearer,
like a fantasy.
[chuckles softly]
Who was he?
Shhh. You're supposed to be the romantic.
Don't interrupt.
Will you marry me?
Of course. Of course.
[music swells]
[energetic dance music playing]
Hello. How's it going?
I still can't believe we made that work.
Look at that.
-What?
-Well, look at "Jorge" right there.
"Pardone," chicos.
-[Alma] Ooh!
-[Rotem] Ooh!
I just can't leave you alone
at all anymore.
[both chuckle]
Hi, sexy.
-[chuckles]
-Come on.
Finish the drink and let's leave.
Why? What's the rush?
Hey, I don't want you
getting tired on me here.
What do you want?
What do I want? It's their night.
I guess ruining his proposal
wasn't enough for you?
-Hey, you. Watch it, I'll beat you up.
-All right.
Beating, tying, electric shocks….
Well, Mr. Horny Muchacho, let's go, then.
Si. "Horny Muchacho," that's me.
[both laughing]
[Alma giggling]
-Olé!
-I'm gonna go run us a bath.
-Oh yeah?
-[cell phone ringing]
-Yes! Ah!
-Don't make it too hot.
-Don't boil little Pini.
-Oh, where is it? Where's my phone?
Your phone? Again?
Come on, we're on vacation. Let it ring.
It's my mother. Hello?
What? Uh, how is he?
He's finally asleep. You have no idea
what went on here, Alma.
Your father went to the pharmacy
three times.
But the suppository,
didn't you give him one?
Again with the suppositories?
Come on, let's not kill the mood.
Ow!
All right, Mom. Have a good evening.
You all feel better.
We'll talk tomorrow.
[call disconnects]
Are you ready?
[seductively] Mm…
Olé!
[bathroom door slides closed]
[water running]
[cell phone beeping]
You got a text, Alma.
It has to be your mom.
He probably left a massive prize
in his diaper for her.
Shit.
I hope she got the suppository in.
Fucking Nitza.
She probably needs one more than him.
TEXT FROM YIZHAR
I FREAKED OUT FROM THE SCREENINGS,
BUT HILIK TOLD ME YOU WERE ABROAD.
I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN TWO DAYS.
I STILL HAVE YOUR SCENT ON ME.
TALK TO ME WHEN YOU GET BACK.
-[upbeat dance music playing]
-[Rotem laughs]
Mm, so you were gonna propose at the game?
The way Nachum did with Yaffit?
No. More grandiose.
-It's Camp Nou, not Teddy Stadium.
-Mm.
And I asked Pini to do somersaults
on the field, same as David did,
but he wouldn't do it.
Two more beers
and he would've done it completely nude.
[both laughing]
Yeah.
What?
I don't know. Processing.
You know,
I just wanna tell everyone.
I've been thinking about your parents,
that…
it could be easier if I go to see
your father and tell him man to man.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I want you for a lifetime.
Can't avoid him forever.
Okay, sure.
I think you're right. It's easier.
What about Yaffit? You mind if I…?
No! If Yaffit knows, Nachum knows.
If Nachum knows, your father knows.
As soon as he sees me at the airport,
he'll shoot.
Oh, come on,
I'll tell them to keep it a secret.
I need to tell someone about this.
Oh, what the hell, tell her.
I'm proud of it.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
[both laughing]
Wait, like this…
Okay. You're opening the floodgates.
-Hope you're ready for the blowback.
-Who cares?
-[message sent whoosh]
-Sent.
In three, two, one…
[cell phone ringing]
Crazy…
[Yaffit] Wow, girl!
I don't believe it!
Oh, that idiot finally came to his senses.
-Hey, I'm here. I can hear.
-Of course you can.
Look, I didn't say anything
you don't already know. [laughs]
Hey, girl, I'm so excited.
Wow, we're getting married! [squeals]
Yaffit, you're the only one who knows.
Please keep it between you
and Nachum, okay?
Listen, we wanna tell her parents, okay?
Oh, but of course.
Where's Nachum?
Can you let me talk to him, please?
I actually don't know.
Maybe he's in the bathroom.
Never mind, I'll tell him for you.
All right, listen,
I don't want to waste your minutes.
I'm warning you, so listen up.
Believe me, for you,
Slate Hall is off limits.
You've got to be original. Don't copy me.
"Slate"? You ever heard of Slate Hall?
No, what is that?
It's a new wedding venue.
Yeah, my dad got it down
to 200 dollars a person.
Sixteen different salads.
Oh, the whole theme of the place
is foie gras,
from the appetizer,
all the way to the dessert.
Sixteen variations of foie gras.
Okay, fine. Don't worry, I know your dad.
We won't go near Slate Hall.
Bye. Congratulations!
Bye.
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
Uh
Nachum?
-[chewing]
-[bag rustling]
-Nachum?
-[awkward music playing]
[grunts]
What are you doing?
It's not what it looks like.
Are you insane?
I thought got rid of all the sweets.
I may have hidden one behind the broccoli.
[chuckles nervously]
A marriage is built on trust.
[sighs]
Pini?
[scoffs]
Idiot.
[music fades]
[somber music playing]
Uh…
-[indistinct chatter]
-[music fades]
[Alma exhales sharply]
Pini.
P… Pini, listen,
I… I know how it looks,
and you need to hear me out, okay?
I really don't need to hear you out.
[sighs] Come on, let me talk.
I'll explain it all.
You created such a scene today.
Stopped the car in the mountains,
bolted into the trees, running.
And for what? What?
So we can talk about this, huh?
But let's go back to the room.
Please, honey, I can't do it here.
I don't want to. It doesn't matter.
I get the picture.
All your stories about…
why it's been four months since…
[chuckles bitterly]
Every lame excuse in the book.
The fish truck, the smell,
those endless postpartum excuses too.
Yeah, every problem.
Now stop it. I'm serious. You're wrong.
You're way, way off base.
Listen to me, I can--
Stop it! I don't want
any more of your bullshit.
I don't wanna hear it.
I get it now, and I don't wanna hear it.
[scoffs]
Oh, that asshole! "I still smell you."
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Just stop it. This is embarrassing.
Let's go to the room. I'll explain it all.
I said no, okay?!
-Uh, fine, so let's go outside and talk.
-I wanna go outside alone.
Don't follow me. Get off my case.
[Alma] Pini, wait…
What part of "stop following me"
are you missing?
Hey, what's wrong with you?
Why are you yelling? What the hell?
Uh, leave him alone. Leave him alone.
It's nothing.
You go. We'll be right there.
"Nothing"?
"Nothing"? Why are you lying about it?
So that's what you do now?
Lie to everybody?
Tell them, so they don't think
I'm a drunk shouting all over the place.
Come outside. Let's talk--
No!
Tell them!
Tell them about the texts
you're getting from the moshav.
About the fucker
who smells like you there.
Texting you
while your husband's right beside you.
Maybe that's what turned you on?
[Nisso] You want a punch in the face?
Watch your mouth!
What are you doing? Go with her.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Just relax.
-What's going on?
-It's none of your business.
-And she can go to hell! Who needs her?
-Come on.
It's hot.
Thank you.
[clears throat]
Alma, do you wanna talk to me about it?
Don't feel like you have to.
I mean, it's not my business.
[breathes deeply]
I don't know, sometimes talking helps.
Look, you really don't need to be here.
Nonsense.
[exhales sharply] He never listened to me.
He looked pretty drunk so, you know,
that could've made it worse.
[sighs]
I'm so stupid.
I should have blocked that idiot.
Not that there was anything, okay?
-You really don't have to explain it.
-I didn't actually do anything.
I mean it. It's nothing but a…
an old childhood friend who…
who tried to kiss me.
He pushed it too far, you know?
So I walked away,
and then he started texting and calling,
but I didn't ever answer
and never texted back.
Then he… sent a text
that looks pretty bad.
And Pini read it.
Oh God.
[sighs]
Okay, well, it's fine, then.
You just need to explain it.
Yeah.
Yeah, he's a great talker.
Very good at listening.
[sighs]
I'm so sorry
about screwing up your evening
with all of these…
scenes from a telenovela.
And the dipshit is yelling in the lobby
like some… I don't even know what.
I'm sure by tomorrow, he'll calm down.
No way. You won't be staying here
for that long.
Go and kick him out.
Let him sleep on the big lobby couch
for all I care.
You're not babysitting
a drunk little girl.
[indistinct chatter]
Take a drag. Relax.
Fuck that. I don't wanna relax.
I'm just going over
all the little things that have happened.
Months. Months and months of drought,
the excuses she'd give me.
The truck, the fish smell, the kid…
Horseshit. Now it all makes sense.
Seems like it doesn't add up.
Mm.
You keep out of it, all right?
It's not your problem.
[ominous music playing]
[man] Hey, guys.
Got a light?
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
[brooding music playing]
[stirring music playing]
[music fades]
-[intriguing music playing]
-[Pini] So, right now we're in El Call.
Does anybody know what El Call is?
Come on, stop the riddles.
Just tell us. The tension's killing us.
El Call? El Call, the Jewish Quarter?
This is the area
where the Jewish community of Barcelona
lived in the Middle Ages.
Actually, if, um,
if we walk a few more feet,
you see that building?
It's the oldest one in Barcelona.
It's the earliest synagogue
of the Jewish community.
-Hey, tour guide, sir, where's the mall?
-It's interesting. Don't be mean. Go on.
You know what happened in 1492?
The expulsion of the Jews. Boom.
-[Nisso] Mm.
-Mm.
The Spanish Expulsion.
You know what it is?
-When they expelled!
-Very good.
How did it start?
Look at the letters.
It's written on the wall.
Look at those letters.
They were written in blood.
Blood! Do you hear me?
There was a vibrant community.
There were Jews here.
Until one day,
the Christians turned around
and said, "Nope.
You have to convert. Party's over."
Now, any Jew who refused to convert,
out of here. Where did they go?
They went to Algeria,
to Italy, Tunisia.
What's "Tunisia"?
It's my grandma mémé.
That's why I'm so emotional.
It's literally a journey to my roots.
[jaunty music playing]
-Churro?
-Let's go.
Look. Imagine that the king is here.
Nachmanides is sitting just opposite.
And across from them
sit three Christian judges.
One Christian here, another Christian,
another one here, and the king sits here.
And then the king asks
if the Messiah has come.
And Nachmanides sits there
and says, "He hasn't come."
We're standing by a wonder
created by the artist,
the architect, the one and only Gaudi.
But the real story is how he died.
He was checking
the very highest spire of his creation,
stepped backwards, and… Bam!
A tram mashed him.
Took them three days
to figure out who he was,
'cause he appeared homeless.
Hey, where did you get those shirts?
Our friend Gaudi,
while he was still
only a first-year architecture student,
was involved in the design
of the irrigation system.
The whole crowd went, "Whoa!"
She could have never thought
that her great-great-great-great-grandson
would be standing here feeling…
feeling the same walls she touched.
Think about the Christian perspective.
When you say "messiah,"
what does it mean to them?
Wait, where'd you get beer?
Okay, fine. Um, from now on, let's just
focus on what's important. Lehayim.
[music fades]
So was Poland like this too?
You have no idea.
Vanilla for me too.
-Same for you?
-Yes.
-You always do the same thing?
-[Nisso chuckles]
-Yeah.
-[Rotem] What can we say?
-[Nisso] How long have you been here?
-Oh, about two years, I guess.
-Wow.
-And you?
-We're here for three days.
-Yeah.
We came to see a game.
What can you experience
in three days, pal?
-Oh, you know, ice cream.
-Who did you come to see?
-Messi.
-Ah, Messi. That explains it all.
-[Rotem] Thanks.
-Thanks.
Enjoy, guys.
If you like it, tell your friends.
If you hated it, say nothing, huh?
-[Rotem chuckles]
-You think we'd diss an Israeli?
Wow. So good.
-Tasty.
-Mm-hmm.
How did you… How'd you know?
Hmm? You're kidding?
The minute he opened his mouth.
Don't you spot Israelis from a mile away?
You have to have guts to do that.
Moving here to run some ice cream cart
with your family and kids.
Is that a big deal?
It's pretty cool, I think.
It seems easier here somehow.
-Really?
-Mm.
Have you ever thought of doing
something like that?
Never thought about it.
[opening theme music playing]
BROS
Anyway, all of Nisso's aunts, you see,
all four aunts…
look exactly like Nisso with curls.
-[all laughing]
-[laid-back music playing]
It's stuck in my throat.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I haven't smoked in two years.
-[Alma coughing]
-[Rotem laughing]
[Alma groans]
-What?
-Hoo!
-You feeling it, babe?
-Yes. Ugh!
Ah, it's fine. You won't be nursing
for a couple of days anyway.
But we're wasting so much time.
The game's still not for a few hours.
I say we should get a car.
We'll go hike in the hills.
They have gorgeous natural scenery.
[Nisso] Seriously? Drive to the mountains?
The game's in a few hours.
We shouldn't go too far.
Not to mention the fact
that we just smoked.
Driving like this is… It's careless.
I didn't smoke.
["Viva la Vida" playing]
[all] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
Wow, great job, guys.
We totally aced those lyrics.
-Hey, why didn't you turn right?
-Why would I?
I told you to go right.
Don't you know how to navigate?
I gave the map to you. Shame on you.
I know. That's why I said
take the next right.
When did you say it, bro? When?
We just sang the complete album.
We've been singing
for the past 20 minutes.
It's fine. Just make the next right.
Who has the water?
Yeah, there's so much salt in my mouth.
I can't stop eating these.
-Nisso has it. Nisso brought the water.
-Water? I didn't. Check the back there.
-Nothing here.
-Oh, no. Come on.
-No water.
-Can you do us a solid?
Stop at a gas station when you see one.
Are you for real?
You got all these snacks for us
and not a single drop of water?
Just salt and MSG?
If you'd turned right where I told you,
the gas station'd be there.
You could've got water.
Hey, Pini, you completely sure
you didn't smoke?
Me?
[Rotem] You guys are totally nuts.
Trying to picture you both with the…
-What?
-With the boat, at sea. And fish.
Oh, please.
What the hell were you thinking
with all the mullet farming thing anyway?
Rotem, why don't you tell them
all about your great new job?
-She's a big shot at the hotel now.
-Oh, wow.
-Yeah.
-[Pini] No way.
Rotem, sweetie,
why haven't you said something?
You're a vault, hon.
-It's not as compelling as raising mullet.
-It's not compelling. It really stinks.
[Alma and Rotem laughing]
It's amazing it's over, huh?
-[intriguing music playing]
-What's over?
Alma, pass me some chips, or, uh…
Is there something salty back there?
What's over? What do you mean by that?
You're asking me? The mullet.
Something about gas or whatever,
if I understood it.
Uh… Uh, I think that right turn
is coming up ahead.
-Hey, stop now.
-What? Why?
'Cause I said stop the car.
Why Alma? What's wrong?
-Because I wanna get out.
-Wait, what's wrong?
I said stop the car!
Hold on a sec,
I'm about to stop at a gas station.
You can take out all your frustrations
and beat on me there.
Listen, either you stop right now,
or I'm gonna jump out while you drive.
Am I understood?
-Alma…
-Stop the car!
[Pini] Alma, listen a second.
Alma.
Alma!
Hold on a sec, dammit.
Wait a second. Listen, you don't need to…
Honey. Oh, come on!
Let me talk to you for a second!
[music fades]
[Nisso groans]
[Nisso sighs]
[Nisso] This is awkward.
-What the hell?
-I don't get it. Was it a secret or…?
Yeah, he fucked up.
What? What?
-[Rotem] Wow, I'm so sorry.
-I should be. I should have told you.
He doesn't want her father
finding him a job at the moshav.
He's suffering bad.
So he made me promise not to tell her
until we find a new thing,
something solid.
Really, I… I wanted to tell you,
but I was waiting for the right moment.
It's nothing. You're being overdramatic.
Nothing, right. Everybody knows about it
except your dumb wife, huh?
-Can I get a second to explain this?
-No.
[sighs] Come on, we'll be late.
Alma!
Alma, it's my fault, not Pini's!
As if she'll believe that.
What are you two doing?
Why did you get out of the car?
Well, you guys did!
-I'm handling it, dude, thanks.
-[Nisso] Yeah, I can see that.
Hey, do you remember the game's on soon
and we can't be late?
You hear what I'm getting at?
-[Pini] Shit!
-What?
He's taking the car!
[Nisso] Son of a bitch!
-[Rotem] What?
-Hey!
-[Rotem] No, no, no!
-Motherfucker! Hey!
-[Nisso yells angrily]
-[Pini] What the fuck?
[fans singing, chanting]
[tense music playing]
[inaudible speech]
Yes, yes. One moment, please.
-[fans singing, chanting]
-[music fades]
[cell phone dialing]
[connection failure beeping]
[cell phone ringing]
-Phone, Alma.
-Shut up.
Why "shut up"?
Your phone's ringing. Answer.
-[baby crying]
-Yes, Mom, what is it?
Uh, the suppositories, where are they?
What? Why is he screaming like that, Mom?
What? What's wrong?
I want to give him a suppository.
He wears a steel helmet
A sharp pin in his hand ♪
Yoik!
-He's crying because of that damn song.
-Stop it!
Did you try a bath?
It could help bring it down.
We already tried that.
Say we bathed the kid.
The suppositories are in
the side slot of my bag,
not the side with the bottle.
So try that and let me know, all right?
Okay. Bye.
-[call disconnects]
-[sighs]
What? What's going on?
What did I even come for?
-Fever?
-[exhales forcefully]
It's not so bad.
What would you have done being there?
-She'll probably give him a suppository.
-Stop! Just go away.
[downbeat music playing]
[fans singing, chanting]
[cell phone ringing]
Hagai's cousin from Camp Nou.
-Hey, dude, what's going on?
-What's up? Are you nearby?
No, we're, uh…
we're outside of Barcelona.
We went at… But we'll call for a cab now.
It'll be tough for you
to find a taxi today.
-Okay, good luck.
-Huh.
Call when you get here.
It's just I have a big mess to deal with.
What do we do?
Fuck! Where the hell even are we?
Look, we have to stop going this way.
We need to go back that way,
towards the main road.
No, it's a highway.
They go 80 miles an hour. That's no good.
Worst case, we don't get to the game.
No, no, no, no way. No way.
We have to find one of the locals,
that's all.
They… they can call a cab for us.
Maybe knock on a door.
[intercom buzzing]
[music fades]
[Pini] Hey, bro, come on,
I rang nine times already. No one's home.
-[Alma sighs]
-Don't you hear the noise?
-[distant melodic music playing]
-They might've left the radio on.
So they don't get robbed, you know.
The other houses were quiet,
and you said, "Nobody's there."
And now that I hear noise,
you say "nobody's there" again.
What's your logic, exactly? I'm lost.
Listen, bro, if we don't find anyone
to get us straight to the stadium soon,
we're not gonna get there in time,
understand?
-It's no big deal.
-It is a big deal!
It's… it's a significant game.
So what you wanna do? Look at that gate.
I'll climb.
[Nisso sighs]
-Alma, I can't let him go alone.
-Don't speak to me.
Uh… Um…
Come on, let's do this.
I'm out of patience.
Go climb. Let's get it over with.
[Nisso] Wait. Let me…
[Nisso groaning]
Hang on. Watch my balls.
Look at this.
I think the door's on the other side.
-[Pini] Yeah.
-Come on. Let's go knock.
Let's hope it's not some guy
with a double-barrel shotgun.
[Nisso] Where do you think this is? Texas?
Hey, I'm sorry, bro.
I screwed up your proposal.
With all her bullshit,
we won't get to the game in time.
[dramatic flamenco music playing]
Walk. Walk. Walk.
-Walk.
-[both] Run!
-[screams]
-[music fades]
[fans cheering]
[inaudible speech]
-[car horn honking rhythmically]
-[intriguing music playing]
[air horn blares]
Do you have any idea where we're going?
What… what do we do?
Don't know.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
No one's coming by. Not even a dog.
Is that so?
Then what the hell happened to your ass?
I say we go back towards the main road.
I mean,
there's nothing but rich people out here,
and they're not gonna lift a finger
to help us.
Yes, there's some water.
I'm parched from all the chips that I ate.
Tell your friend to throw out that bottle.
It looks like someone peed in it.
Why would anyone pee in a bottle
in the middle of nowhere?
Ugh!
[hoarsely] It could be water.
[music fades]
Hey, don't let it get to you.
There'll be other games.
Not like this one.
Nisso, I'm sorry.
[sighs] If it wasn't for my drama
over that moron, you could have already…
Please, enough already.
It's a game, you guys.
What's the issue?
We missed a game. It's okay.
There'll be other games.
Enough already. Look at that view.
[poignant music playing]
Look where we are, that moon.
Do me a favor and just look for a minute.
From here, we can see the entire city.
It's beautiful.
You're right, Alma. I was wrong.
You know, I'm not that mad.
I'm just insulted.
I… I don't understand.
Are you scared to talk to me
'cause I'm this woman who's narrow-minded?
It's me. It's not you. I messed up.
This whole time, uh…
Well, I've just been really stressed out,
you know?
Plus… plus… plus Aaron's birth,
then moving to the moshav
and being around your parents and…
I was just scared that, um…
uh, maybe if I told you
the business went south,
then the very next morning,
I'd be picking apples with your dad.
And am I my dad?
Well, I told you, I was wrong. Sorry.
The moon's pretty, huh?
-[music fades]
-Hmm. Very.
Yeah.
Honestly, babe,
it kind of reminds me of your dad.
[both chuckle softly]
-Mm…
-I'm sorry.
I know that.
Mm.
So, come on, just nudge him.
Look how gorgeous it is.
-Really?
-Sure.
Hey, Nisso, what's up with Puyol's hair?
What about it? What?
Puyol. What's happening with his hair?
He looks kind of like Hagai's cousin,
doesn't he?
[stirring music playing]
Now.
[box opening]
-Oh!
-[ring bounces]
-Shit!
-What happened?
Shit!
[Nisso groans]
-What are you looking for?
-[Nisso] Huh?
-[Pini whispers] Stall her.
-Look at the moon.
What's wrong?
Watch it. A car's coming.
[Rotem] Well? What…
Nisso! What are you doing?
Get out of the way.
[car door opens]
[heavenly music playing]
Hey. This what you're looking for?
Thank you.
[music swells]
What are you staring at?
[car door closes]
What's this?
It was gonna be at Camp Nou.
[tender music playing]
So? You're supposed to ask her a question.
Let him do it his way.
It's obvious, isn't it?
No, it isn't. You never did propose.
Let him do it the right way.
Okay, go ahead.
Will you be my wife?
You really have
a weird way of doing things
[chuckles softly]
You even got a ring bearer,
like a fantasy.
[chuckles softly]
Who was he?
Shhh. You're supposed to be the romantic.
Don't interrupt.
Will you marry me?
Of course. Of course.
[music swells]
[energetic dance music playing]
Hello. How's it going?
I still can't believe we made that work.
Look at that.
-What?
-Well, look at "Jorge" right there.
"Pardone," chicos.
-[Alma] Ooh!
-[Rotem] Ooh!
I just can't leave you alone
at all anymore.
[both chuckle]
Hi, sexy.
-[chuckles]
-Come on.
Finish the drink and let's leave.
Why? What's the rush?
Hey, I don't want you
getting tired on me here.
What do you want?
What do I want? It's their night.
I guess ruining his proposal
wasn't enough for you?
-Hey, you. Watch it, I'll beat you up.
-All right.
Beating, tying, electric shocks….
Well, Mr. Horny Muchacho, let's go, then.
Si. "Horny Muchacho," that's me.
[both laughing]
[Alma giggling]
-Olé!
-I'm gonna go run us a bath.
-Oh yeah?
-[cell phone ringing]
-Yes! Ah!
-Don't make it too hot.
-Don't boil little Pini.
-Oh, where is it? Where's my phone?
Your phone? Again?
Come on, we're on vacation. Let it ring.
It's my mother. Hello?
What? Uh, how is he?
He's finally asleep. You have no idea
what went on here, Alma.
Your father went to the pharmacy
three times.
But the suppository,
didn't you give him one?
Again with the suppositories?
Come on, let's not kill the mood.
Ow!
All right, Mom. Have a good evening.
You all feel better.
We'll talk tomorrow.
[call disconnects]
Are you ready?
[seductively] Mm…
Olé!
[bathroom door slides closed]
[water running]
[cell phone beeping]
You got a text, Alma.
It has to be your mom.
He probably left a massive prize
in his diaper for her.
Shit.
I hope she got the suppository in.
Fucking Nitza.
She probably needs one more than him.
TEXT FROM YIZHAR
I FREAKED OUT FROM THE SCREENINGS,
BUT HILIK TOLD ME YOU WERE ABROAD.
I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN TWO DAYS.
I STILL HAVE YOUR SCENT ON ME.
TALK TO ME WHEN YOU GET BACK.
-[upbeat dance music playing]
-[Rotem laughs]
Mm, so you were gonna propose at the game?
The way Nachum did with Yaffit?
No. More grandiose.
-It's Camp Nou, not Teddy Stadium.
-Mm.
And I asked Pini to do somersaults
on the field, same as David did,
but he wouldn't do it.
Two more beers
and he would've done it completely nude.
[both laughing]
Yeah.
What?
I don't know. Processing.
You know,
I just wanna tell everyone.
I've been thinking about your parents,
that…
it could be easier if I go to see
your father and tell him man to man.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I want you for a lifetime.
Can't avoid him forever.
Okay, sure.
I think you're right. It's easier.
What about Yaffit? You mind if I…?
No! If Yaffit knows, Nachum knows.
If Nachum knows, your father knows.
As soon as he sees me at the airport,
he'll shoot.
Oh, come on,
I'll tell them to keep it a secret.
I need to tell someone about this.
Oh, what the hell, tell her.
I'm proud of it.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
[both laughing]
Wait, like this…
Okay. You're opening the floodgates.
-Hope you're ready for the blowback.
-Who cares?
-[message sent whoosh]
-Sent.
In three, two, one…
[cell phone ringing]
Crazy…
[Yaffit] Wow, girl!
I don't believe it!
Oh, that idiot finally came to his senses.
-Hey, I'm here. I can hear.
-Of course you can.
Look, I didn't say anything
you don't already know. [laughs]
Hey, girl, I'm so excited.
Wow, we're getting married! [squeals]
Yaffit, you're the only one who knows.
Please keep it between you
and Nachum, okay?
Listen, we wanna tell her parents, okay?
Oh, but of course.
Where's Nachum?
Can you let me talk to him, please?
I actually don't know.
Maybe he's in the bathroom.
Never mind, I'll tell him for you.
All right, listen,
I don't want to waste your minutes.
I'm warning you, so listen up.
Believe me, for you,
Slate Hall is off limits.
You've got to be original. Don't copy me.
"Slate"? You ever heard of Slate Hall?
No, what is that?
It's a new wedding venue.
Yeah, my dad got it down
to 200 dollars a person.
Sixteen different salads.
Oh, the whole theme of the place
is foie gras,
from the appetizer,
all the way to the dessert.
Sixteen variations of foie gras.
Okay, fine. Don't worry, I know your dad.
We won't go near Slate Hall.
Bye. Congratulations!
Bye.
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
Uh
Nachum?
-[chewing]
-[bag rustling]
-Nachum?
-[awkward music playing]
[grunts]
What are you doing?
It's not what it looks like.
Are you insane?
I thought got rid of all the sweets.
I may have hidden one behind the broccoli.
[chuckles nervously]
A marriage is built on trust.
[sighs]
Pini?
[scoffs]
Idiot.
[music fades]
[somber music playing]
Uh…
-[indistinct chatter]
-[music fades]
[Alma exhales sharply]
Pini.
P… Pini, listen,
I… I know how it looks,
and you need to hear me out, okay?
I really don't need to hear you out.
[sighs] Come on, let me talk.
I'll explain it all.
You created such a scene today.
Stopped the car in the mountains,
bolted into the trees, running.
And for what? What?
So we can talk about this, huh?
But let's go back to the room.
Please, honey, I can't do it here.
I don't want to. It doesn't matter.
I get the picture.
All your stories about…
why it's been four months since…
[chuckles bitterly]
Every lame excuse in the book.
The fish truck, the smell,
those endless postpartum excuses too.
Yeah, every problem.
Now stop it. I'm serious. You're wrong.
You're way, way off base.
Listen to me, I can--
Stop it! I don't want
any more of your bullshit.
I don't wanna hear it.
I get it now, and I don't wanna hear it.
[scoffs]
Oh, that asshole! "I still smell you."
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Just stop it. This is embarrassing.
Let's go to the room. I'll explain it all.
I said no, okay?!
-Uh, fine, so let's go outside and talk.
-I wanna go outside alone.
Don't follow me. Get off my case.
[Alma] Pini, wait…
What part of "stop following me"
are you missing?
Hey, what's wrong with you?
Why are you yelling? What the hell?
Uh, leave him alone. Leave him alone.
It's nothing.
You go. We'll be right there.
"Nothing"?
"Nothing"? Why are you lying about it?
So that's what you do now?
Lie to everybody?
Tell them, so they don't think
I'm a drunk shouting all over the place.
Come outside. Let's talk--
No!
Tell them!
Tell them about the texts
you're getting from the moshav.
About the fucker
who smells like you there.
Texting you
while your husband's right beside you.
Maybe that's what turned you on?
[Nisso] You want a punch in the face?
Watch your mouth!
What are you doing? Go with her.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Just relax.
-What's going on?
-It's none of your business.
-And she can go to hell! Who needs her?
-Come on.
It's hot.
Thank you.
[clears throat]
Alma, do you wanna talk to me about it?
Don't feel like you have to.
I mean, it's not my business.
[breathes deeply]
I don't know, sometimes talking helps.
Look, you really don't need to be here.
Nonsense.
[exhales sharply] He never listened to me.
He looked pretty drunk so, you know,
that could've made it worse.
[sighs]
I'm so stupid.
I should have blocked that idiot.
Not that there was anything, okay?
-You really don't have to explain it.
-I didn't actually do anything.
I mean it. It's nothing but a…
an old childhood friend who…
who tried to kiss me.
He pushed it too far, you know?
So I walked away,
and then he started texting and calling,
but I didn't ever answer
and never texted back.
Then he… sent a text
that looks pretty bad.
And Pini read it.
Oh God.
[sighs]
Okay, well, it's fine, then.
You just need to explain it.
Yeah.
Yeah, he's a great talker.
Very good at listening.
[sighs]
I'm so sorry
about screwing up your evening
with all of these…
scenes from a telenovela.
And the dipshit is yelling in the lobby
like some… I don't even know what.
I'm sure by tomorrow, he'll calm down.
No way. You won't be staying here
for that long.
Go and kick him out.
Let him sleep on the big lobby couch
for all I care.
You're not babysitting
a drunk little girl.
[indistinct chatter]
Take a drag. Relax.
Fuck that. I don't wanna relax.
I'm just going over
all the little things that have happened.
Months. Months and months of drought,
the excuses she'd give me.
The truck, the fish smell, the kid…
Horseshit. Now it all makes sense.
Seems like it doesn't add up.
Mm.
You keep out of it, all right?
It's not your problem.
[ominous music playing]
[man] Hey, guys.
Got a light?
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
[brooding music playing]
[stirring music playing]
[music fades]