Stalin's Disciples (1986) - full transcript

Doron Eran & Nadav Levitan
Present:

Stalin's Children
By Nadav Levitan

"The cannons have fallen silent

"the killing field is orphaned"

"a lone soldier roams
the field..."

"The cannons have fallen silent"

"the killing field
is orphaned..."

Time to get to work.

Starring: Shmuel Shiloh

Yossi Kantz Hugo Yarden

Rachel Dobson Aharon Almog



Ezra Dagan Doron Golan

Rachel Woloch David Rona (Toto) Dudik Smadar
Atalya Kaplan "The killing field is orphaned...

"a lone soldier roams the
field..."

"In... in... in the field...

"The field..."

"In... in the field..."

Produced by: Doron Eran

Written and Directed by:
Nadav Levitan

Stop singing already,
Avreimeleh.

What, I'm not allowed to sing?

Listen...

"During the night of March 5th
Joseph Stalin's condition worsened."

Worsened?
-"His heart function showed serious disruption."

Heart function?
-"At 8 o'clock his breathing was irregular



- "and continued to be for 3 hours."
- Three hours? -"At midday

- "he showed vascular disruption."
- Vascular? -Stop it, be quiet.

Shut up and listen.

"Blood pressure is down,
pulse is rapid, patient is pale.

"The urgent measures taken
took care of these irregularities."

"At 1:30
unconsciousness set in..."

Stop, I can't listen any more.

See what it says here...

"Two American
heart disease specialists"

"were brought in from Boston
in order to care for the Leader."

American doctors?
Are they mad? They'll poison him.

Moshkeh, what happened?

Do you understand
what he's saying, Leibel?

I don't understand Russian.

If it's about Stalin...
it must be something serious.

It's much more than that.

Moshkeh, what is he saying?

Come on, Moshkeh,
translate for us.

Moshkeh, I can't take it.
What is he saying?

We've been orphaned.
The people's sun has gone out.

It has sunken slowly.

"The United Workers Party
and all who serve their homeland,

"the pioneers of the Jewish nation
that gathers its dispersed brethren,"

"were shocked by the great disaster
that befell the Soviet peoples,

"the worldwide proletariat
and progressive humanity,"

"as the great leader
and lauded military hero"

"Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin
was taken."

"We lower our flag to half mast
in memory of this man of revolution,

"architect of socialist foundation,
captain of a global peace movement.

"His historic achievements
will guide future generations

"as they further socialist and
communist regimes around the world."

"Arise wretched of the earth,

"arise, convicts of hunger.

"Reason thunders in its volcano,

"this is the eruption
of the end.

"Of the past
let us wipe the slate clean.

"Masses, slaves arise, arise.

"The world
is about to change its foundation.

"We are nothing, let us be all.

"This is the final struggle.

"Let us group together
and tomorrow

"the Internationale"

"will be the human race."

- Whoa.
- Rivkaleh, you startled me.

- You didn't come to the ceremony...
- Let them talk, Rivkaleh.

You're listening
to that jazz again.

If the comrades find out,
they'll harass you again.

- What's in there?
- When will you get a haircut?

Is it too long?
"It doesn't matter to me."

But, you know, people talk.

Liar!

Liar!

Surround him!

- Leave me alone!
- Liar!

- Go on, hit him!
- Leave me alone! -Harder, more!

Stop it, leave me alone.
What have I done to you?

What did you say about Stalin,
what lies did you tell about him?

I didn't say anything. I just don't
know why everyone's sorry he's dead.

Of course you don't,
you stinking city boy.

- Yeah, stinking city boy.
- I didn't say anything.

Of course you didn't,
you stinking city boy.

Leave him alone. Enough!

Down, down, take your hand out,
take your hand out.

Does it hurt?

Do you want to go
to the infirmary?

Maybe you should go home
for a few days?

Until things calm down.

Go change your clothes
and I'll write to your parents.

Yankeleh, where are you going?
You're all dressed up.

- May I shine my shoes?
- Come here. Take a brush.

Shine away, Yankeleh.

How do you keep your shoes so...

If only the kibbutzniks
took such care of their shoes.

Come here, Yankeleh, let me see.

Ah...

A little fancy for my taste.
Overdone.

Yes. Too refined, right?

You don't know if they belong
to a woman or a man.

They must have cost a fortune,
eh, Yankeleh?

But its beyond me why,
they don't weigh a thing.

There's no material here. And labor?
A tailor's doing, not a shoemaker's.

Spending so much money
on one pair of shoes

- when so many must go barefoot?
- Can I have it back?

Where are you going in the middle of the term?
-Home.

- Home? -And why the bandages?
- The kids hit me.

The kids hit you?

- Kibbutz children don't hit.
- Right. -Yes they do.

Can I have my shoe back?

- And why did they hit you?
- I don't know. All I said was

- it was good the tyrant was dead.
- The tyrant? Who, Hitler?

No, him.

Is that any way
to speak of Stalin?

After you've been
here for a year?

After we have given you
the best education in the world?

But my father said that Stalin
murdered thousands of Jews.

- Shut up! Shame on you!
- Your father? What other

counterrevolutionary propaganda has your father told you?
-What?

What other lies have you heard from him?
-My father's not a liar.

Come on, let's hear it.

He said that Stalin murdered
many Jewish authors and doctors

- and also sent millions...
- Lie.

Say its a lie or I'll rip your ear off.
-Ow, no its not.

Its not... ow...
-Avreimaleh, have you heard this story?

- Of course not. -And you, Leibo?
- No, it couldn't be true.

Hear that, Yankeleh,
no one has heard this horror story.

Thousands killed
without our hearing of it?

Maybe one or two, even three...

Maybe. We shouldn't bury our heads
in the sand and be blinded by faith.

But the goal, Yaakov, sometimes
the goal justifies the means.

Besides, Yankeleh,
you're old enough to understand...

when you chop wood, chips fly.
Right?

But thousands, killing thousands
of our people? How? When? Where?

In Siberia.

You little...

- I'll get you.
- Shame on you.

Very cheeky. Who taught you
to talk about Stalin like that?

Curse you!

I'll get you... you worm.

I'll show you!

- Cheeky!
- I'll show you... what?

How far have we gone?!
-Just see what I'm going to do to you!

Stinking city boy!

Quiet, quiet, Comrades.
Quiet down, Comrades.

That's not on the agenda.

- We must have a basic discussion.
- Yes. The secretariat's avoiding it.

We have to decide about the German
reparations before Elkeh leaves.

- Of course.
- A fundamental decision.

Comrades, Comrades, enough.
Quiet down.

We are here to discuss
only one thing:

Elkeh's trip to Eastern Europe. No more.
-Why is he going there?

The Party feels that
all the countries of Eastern Europe

that were involved in the war
whose Jewish citizens were harmed

must pay compensation,
just like Germany.

I hear what you're saying,
but I still haven't heard

what the Party thinks
about people here receiving money?

What happens then? What will happen
to the movement and to the kibbutz?

- What will happen then?
- But that's not the subject at hand.

- Its not on the agenda.
- Oh yes it is, Comrade Moshe.

- Its on the agenda night and day.
- Wait, wait one minute.

A Party proposal is in the works, if you want to hear it.
-Yes.

They're suggesting that the kibbutz
file for compensation collectively.

- Bravo! -Very good.
- Boo, boo. -Why are you booing?

Comrades, Comrades,
why all the yelling?

Ideological collectivism, huh?

- Shame on you, anarchist!
- Loafer, freeloader! -Sham!

Comrades, Comrades...
Elkeh, please continue.

Just a moment. Listen. Each member
will sign a power of attorney

in favor of the kibbutz. Anyone who
refuses will cease to be a member.

- Bravo!
- Boo, boo! -Bravo! Bravo!

Stop all your yelling. This subject
isn't on the agenda anyway.

Let's vote today.
-Let's bring it to a vote tonight. -Tonight.

Comrades, Comrades, I just don't understand you.
-What?

This is a delicate issue. These are
our friends, people who've suffered.

It's a serious matter.

It must be treated privately
and with a great deal of patience.

Nonsense. We need a basic decision. Today.
-What do you suggest, Leibeh,

that we tell our comrades
who went through the Holocaust

- they must sign tonight or pack up?
- It may be best for some to leave...

But the decision that we reach will
strengthen the kibbutz's common base

- and equality. -Wolff is right.
- Good for you, Wolff.

- German putz.
- What did you say? -German putz.

Comrades, comrades, settle down.

- The noblewoman from Warsaw.
- The righteous man from Germany.

Why are you talking like that?

Don't you understand what they
went through under fascism?

Don't you give me a history lesson,
comrade, okay?

- For me it's not history, comrade.
- My father lost everything he owned.

Yes? What? A beer brewery?

Those who should be arguing
here...

Dora, Dora, where are you going?
This isn't fair.

You're blaming us
for what you went through?

I'm not blaming anyone,
but its not fair to make

- such fundamental decisions for us.
- So what do you suggest?

That we not accept compensation
from those villains.

Or that anyone who was there decides for himself.
-And your decision?

Don't be rude, Moshe.
It's none of your business.

Nor is it any of yours.

Good for you, Dora.
Good for you.

- We'll bring her before an inquiry.
- I want my compensation.

Yes, yes, that's right.
For me, for myself.

For heart surgery in America.

Do you want that
to go on record?

Why not?

Write it all down.
Word for word.

Gita Nibesh, cardiac patient
for ten years, wants to live,

whether it fits
kibbutz principles or not.

Heart surgery?
What is she talking about?

I think something's
wrong with her.

Write it down.

Good for you Gitaleh,
good for you.

Tell me, Kuba, why are you
always in favor of those against?

Very true, in favor of those against
or against those in favor.

Gitaleh's health is more important
than your ideology.

Stop babbling!

Decadent.

Abstractionist.

Modernist.

Shoemakers.

You watch it!

Comrades, Comrades,
quiet, I implore you.

Antek? Antek?

Antek...

I'm here, Gita.

- Why didn't you come to the meeting?
- It has nothing to do with me.

But it has to do with me.

Why did you get out of your chair?
Why are you coming up?

You know you shouldn't exert
yourself. Its bad for your heart.

That's not what will break my heart.
What are you doing here?

- You won't believe me.
- Try me.

You wouldn't understand.

Do you think only other women
are able to understand you?

I recorded bats.

Bats? Why do you need bats?

- I knew you wouldn't understand.
- No, I want to hear.

Really?

Stop it.
I can't listen to that, stop.

What happened?

They sound so miserable.
Poor things.

Its nothing, Gita. They're simply
warning each other of danger.

But why do you need this?

I have plans.

If we play this in the orchards
they won't approach the fruit trees.

They'll think the area is dangerous
and flee. The fruit will be saved.

- You think it sounds idiotic.
- No, not at all.

On the contrary its a brilliant idea but I...
-But. There's always a "but".

I'm afraid you'll be laughed at.

I thought that I finally
came up with something useful.

Something agriculturally beneficial,
as they say.

But you're a wonderful teacher
and the children love you.

That doesn't count.

Only those who do physical labor...
and have children are accepted here.

We don't do either.

Some day I'll go to America.
They do revolutionary heart surgery,

open heart surgery.
Then everything will change.

What are you talking about?

You'll see, Antek.
Everyone will see.

Doraleh...
How are you? I've missed you.

- Not here, Shmulik.
- Aren't I allowed to talk to you?

And to say that I brought supplies
from the infirmary, here.

This is for you, a new Swiss drug for your leg.
-You shouldn't have.

You must fix your heel.

Better you should buy chocolate
for your children.

Look, I was at the lawyer's office,
I brought your papers from him,

- for you to sign.
- Are you crazy? -It's urgent.

The movement is pressuring him
to finalize a standard contract

for all kibbutzim. Everyone
will waive their compensation

- in favor of the kibbutz.
- So what can I do?

What you can do is...
look, I discussed it with him

and he said he can arrange something
for a certain percentage, of course.

- I didn't know you were a "salesman".
- Just give me a chance.

He said he could arrange
for you to agree to waive

a small portion of your compensation
in favor of the kibbutz,

while keeping the majority
for us. For you.

- And then what?
- And then what...

Think about us, Doraleh.
We can leave the kibbutz together.

Really...
We can go to America and start over.

You know, Shmulik, I think
you love me because of the money,

- as banal as that sounds.
- Stop that.

- That's what you see in me, isn't it?
- Please, I'm asking you to stop it.

Give me the papers.
I have to think about it.

No way, I'm not giving them to you.
It's better if I hold on to them.

Look, I'm not eligible to receive
compensation, no one will suspect.

I've passed the sick room,
I have to distribute the food.

Bye, Shmulik.

"Sevastopol is weak,"

"we'll conquer it at once."

The heroic battle for Sevastopol
lasted 250 days.

The heroes protecting the city
showed great courage

and wrote a page
in the history of the Soviet Union.

Hitler's bold attacks
were halted at the city walls.

I think I'll go home, Shmulik.
I'm tired.

Go. It's a war movie,
you won't miss a thing.

The defenders of Sevastopol
mercilessly crushed

the Germans' battle plans
in the South.

The long siege on the city began.
Hitler's soldiers gathered forces.

Just then,
upon Hitler's personal orders,

a huge, experimental cannon
was brought to Sevastopol.

It was 800 millimeters
in diameter.

Who is it?

"We were exposed this day,
we'll arrive and roar: we're here."

How were you able to come here?

My wife went to bed
and I stayed for the movie.

- Can you stay for a while?
- Until the movie is over.

Have you decided about the payments from Germany?
-Not now.

- Do you have any idea what you'll get?
- Not now, Shmulik.

You have to decide soon, before they get suspicious of us.
-Shh. -Of you.

Shh... the walls have ears.

How much money can it be?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Elkeh.
- Yes.

Give me your suitcase, let me help you.
-Thanks.

- See you. -See you, bye.
- See you, bye.

- Bye, guys.
- See you. -Bye, guys, see you.

- Bye, good luck.
- Thanks, thanks a lot.

- Good luck.
- Thanks. -See you.

- I'm going now.
- Bye. -Good luck with your mission.

Thanks, thanks a lot.

Thanks.

Have a seat.

Wait, before you go,
I'd like to request something.

- I'm not bringing any gifts, Kuba.
- There's nothing to bring

- from the Communist bloc anyway.
- Yes, so what is it that you want?

I want to ask you to allow your wife
to pose for me so I can paint her.

Posing is fine,
but don't paint her

with her nose on her ear,
her mouth on her forehead, like...

- that painter Picasso, okay?
- Not an abstract.

You'll get Rachel
with socialist realism.

And promise me you won't make her ugly, eh?
-Come on, Elkeh.

- Even I can't make her ugly.
- Don't exaggerate, Kuba.

Wait, wait Rachel.
Artists can't be trusted these days.

They always show
the ugly things,

- instead of showing the positives.
- Don't worry, only great artists do.

- You'll be pleased with my results.
- Stop, Kuba. Let her be.

Go in peace. And you'll
see for yourself when your return.

- Bye, Kuba.
- I'll meet you in the studio.

Bye, Rachel.
Take care of yourself.

Have a good trip.
And don't forget to write.

"The cannons have fallen silent

"the killing field is orphaned

"a lone soldier roams the field

"singing
in the spirit of clouds.

"The vulture will soar
in the sky"

"and pounce on the corpses."

Why did he take so many?
Did he forget about the austerity?

He's just a big knocker.

Do you really think
he's such a big lover with his wife?

Than with who?
-What, now wait... The way she looks now?

- He did make three children, though.
- But that doesn't mean

that he enjoys it.

Did you see
how many rubbers he took?

That couldn't be just for his wife.
He would kill her.

Moshkeh, do you know something?
Or are you just saying that?

- What do I know about this stuff?
- Come on, Moshkeh... Moshkeh...

Leave me alone,
I'll get you with this coffee.

Leibel, do you see that? A fellow
worker, kibbutz and Party member,

and he doesn't want to tell us.

Why are you so quiet?

What secrets are you hiding?

Secrets? What secrets could there be on kibbutz?
-Oho...

You know all the secrets,
why don't you tell us.

Is something
of specific interest?

I see. Here, let me attach that
for you, okay? The heel.

- But you'll need a new shoe.
- Whatever you say, doctor. -Okay.

I see Kruschchev
is already here.

- Yes?
- Isn't Stalin jealous?

And what about your compensation from Germany?
-What about it?

Some members receive compensation
and don't tell the kibbutz.

- Yes? Which members, for example?
- We don't know...

But maybe you do know.

Try this.

Hello, shoemakers.

- Hello.
- Hello. -Hello.

Dora...

Are you going to the infirmary?

Bye, shoemakers.

Don't start the revolution
without me, okay?

Knocker.

- Stop it, Shmulik.
- What, I didn't do anything.

Did you see how the witch
shut up?

Do you think they...
Really, Avreimeleh, them? What?

- Dora and Shmulik?
- I'd believe anything about her.

- I'm also sure she's hiding something.
- Hiding what?

Her compensation from Germany.
And she must be getting a lot,

- judging by the way she's limping.
- Oh, Avreimeleh,

one doesn't have to be a pig.

Even if you're right.

Well?
-Stop following me. I don't want to hear that nonsense.

- Will you listen for just a moment?
- Leave me alone, I implore you.

If they see me talking to you,
they'll think I've gone crazy.

Wolff, listen... listen.

You yourself said that five percent
of the fruit is damaged by bats.

So I said that, so what?
It's not your expertise, pal.

Don't you want to increase
the crop?

You could be the regional
crop per plot champion.

Not by using
Baron Munchhausen's methods.

Set loudspeakers in the orchards?
Play bats their own sounds?

The bats would tease me.

Worse -
the members would tease me.

You'll thank me
when it increases the crop.

Antek.

Look,
if you really want to help me...

Why don't you come work for me?

Between you and me, you only
work with the kids half the day.

Come to me,
get your hands dirty,

prove yourself.
And then we'll see.

Hah?

Kuba, do you intend to give this
to my husband looking like this?

Elkeh wants
socialist realism, no?

Don't worry Rachel, its only
the base. I'll dress you later.

Kuba... Kuba...

Really...

- Kuba!
- Kuba.

Kuba?

Dora, is that you?

I'm sorry to come so late,

- but you're the only one whose awake.
- What happened?

My room was broken into.
-Get the security officer or the secretary.

No, I don't want to.
That's why I've come to you.

- Can I trust you?
- Can I help you in some way?

But it must remain between us.

It will remain between us.
So will this.

- I must see Shmulik.
- Shmulik?

Can you get him
out of the house somehow?

- If he's not asleep?
- Even if he is asleep.

Go home, I'll send him to you.

It's a good thing you took my advice
and left the papers with me.

What difference does it make,
if they're suspicious of me anyway?

Don't feel guilty.
You deserve that money.

No, I can't go on like this.

We either pack up and leave or give
the kibbutz the money like everyone.

Don't be such a saint, okay?

You deserve that money. Besides,
how do you know they hand it over?

No, I don't know.
And we'll never know.

- But I can't keep living a lie.
- Don't tell me that you intend

to give your compensation to the kibbutz.
-I don't think so.

Good, good.

I don't think I'll
accept the compensation at all.

What do you mean you won't
accept the compensation at all?

What?
-It means that I don't want any compensation from the Nazis!

Not for me,
not for the family I don't have

and not
for the communist shoemakers.

Tell me, Dora...

what will happen with us?

With our plans?

- What plans?
- The plans...

that we'll leave...
together, for America...

I don't recall
having such plans.

I don't recall
having any plans at all.

Besides, I don't even know
what it is you see in me.

Because of the money...

There's no money now.
None. Right?

Is that what you want?

That's what there is.

Yes, Gita,
what may I do for you?

- I need new shoes.
- Um, but those look to be fine.

Not every day shoes.
I need Sabbath shoes.

What can I do?

Well...

I can't object. Each member is
entitled to a pair every other year

and Gita hasn't used
her right in many years.

May I see samples?
-Yes, of course. Avreimeleh, get the sample.

Avreimeleh...

In the meantime, let me measure
your foot. Hand me that paper.

Yes.

That's the sample.

Is that all there is?
-It's a good strong shoe and will last for years.

I don't like it.
I want something more elegant.

Elegant?

What can I do?

With all respect, Gita, why do you
need something more elegant?

- To go to America.
- America?

- Why must you go to America?
- Open heart surgery. -What?

- Open heart surgery?
- What is that?

Simple. Its revolutionary surgery
that restores you to a normal life.

I don't believe what they write
in the Western newspapers.

They only seek sensational stories. Nonsense.
-Its radical capitalism.

They just want to take money from innocent people.
-What can I do?

You'll see yet,
I'll have the surgery

and you'll eat your words.
-Yes, successful surgery, patient died.

You took the words
right out of her mouth, Leibeleh.

- That's exactly what I told her.
- You'll see yet.

The surgery will be successful
and I'll be able to dance and work.

So, what do you say, Moshko,

won't you make me a more elegant
pair of shoes for the trip?

I don't know.

You're really putting me
in an uncomfortable position.

As if I were
some kind of fanatic.

- The kibbutz hasn't approved a trip.
- Don't hide behind the kibbutz.

Who is the kibbutz,
anyway, if not you?

And all of you? And me?

- Yes, me, too.
- No. Absolutely not.

I won't do anything
that opposes the principles.

I'm going to America.

Even if I have to go
in every day shoes.

I'll even go barefoot.

What can I do.

- Kuba, my arm hurts already.
- Do you want to stop for the day?

No, you must finish.
Elkeh is returning next week.

So resume the pose, please.

This is where our artist works.

Wait, I think she's upstairs.

Kuba?

Kuba.

What is it?
-Um...

- Good Sabbath.
- Good Sabbath.

- Say, is Rachel here?
- Why do you ask?

- She has a visitor.
- Who is it?

- Someone from the Party.
- Um... just a minute.

Rachel,
the Party is calling you.

Rachel.

Hello. -Hello.
-Please meet Dov, from the Party Secretariat.

- Hello.
- The External Affairs secretary.

- Elkeh send his regards.
- Thank you. How is he?

- What have you heard from him?
- He's healthy and well.

- Is that what you came to tell me?
- Well, not exactly.

We have all sorts of...
you see...

You're scaring me.
-No, no. No need to worry, although...

- we have a small problem.
- What kind of problem?

Regarding his return next week.

Please.
-Well, as far as we know, he won't be returning next week.

We don't know when he'll be back,
but it clearly won't be next week

- as we had anticipated.
- Just a minute, let me understand.

- Did you give him another task?
- No, no, Rachel.

I'm sorry, but it's not us.

There must be some mistake,
something that will be rectified.

What are you talking about?
What happened? Why the delay?

Well, the thing is,
the Czech security forces are...

How is Elkeh involved with the Czech security forces?
-Relax, Rachel.

It's so absurd that I'm certain
it must be a stupid mistake.

What do they want?
What happened?

The Czech authorities
have arrested him for spying.

Spying? Elkeh a spy?

They're charging him with spying
for the Imperialists and Zionists.

- But of course...
- I swear, this sounds familiar.

Don't tell me this is actually
happening, and to Elkeh no less?

Comrade,
don't rush to hasty conclusions.

Really, Comrade? What should I
conclude, that he's a spy?

Of course not. No one's accusing him
of spying, but we must be certain

- there's no blot on his character.
- I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Elkeh must prove his innocence
to you? Why, do you have doubts?

Comrade, please, you must understand
the situation we have been put in.

- That you've been put in?
- Yes, us, the Party, as well.

You must understand that we are
on the verge of an affair

that may cast a negative spotlight
on the entire Communist bloc.

The entire Communist bloc's unequal
to one hair on my husband's head.

Comrade, the Party trusts that you
have a firm grasp of class status,

as befits a Party activist's wife.
And that you understand that

the credibility
of the Communist regime

and of the entire progressive
Socialist camp is at stake.

That's for the entire
progressive Socialist camp.

And that's for you.

I'm telling you,
there's no smoke without fire.

Why are you looking at me like that?
What have I said?

There's no smoke without fire,
that's a simple fact of nature.

You don't agree with me, hah?

- You disagree with me, right?
- Right. Elkeh is a friend,

- a Party member and a kibbutz member.
- The cat's out of the bag.

Blind loyalty to a friend.
Friendship above all else.

Well, I actually respect that.

Loyalty and friendship
are definitely nice qualities.

Heartwarming, even.
But spying for imperialism

- is a betrayal of the Socialist camp.
- Wait, where are you off to?

Why are you so quick to judge him?
Maybe there's been a mistake

- and he's been wrongfully accused?
- Comrades, it's either or.

- Either or what?
- You either believe Elkeh

or you believe the Communist Party.
There's no other option.

- Well?
- Well, what? Dialectics, Comrade.

Dialectics.

Dialectics...

Who do you believe?
You must choose.

It's a difficult question.
-So what? If we run from difficult questions...

Besides, between us...
word of Elkeh's arrest will spread

and the whole country will be abuzz.
We'll see a battle of the Titans

between revolution and
reactionism.

So what will it be, Comrades?

Whose side are we on?

Moshkeh, I really don't know.
Its confusing and painful.

Elkeh has been my friend
for a long time.

And he's one of the best
among us.

And this doesn't hurt me,
Avreimeleh? What am I, a fanatic?

But a person
is an immense mystery...

You can never really know
what and who he truly is.

- Dialectics, huh?
- Yes, dialectics, Comrade.

Moshkeh, please tell me how,
according to the dialectics,

Moscow is always right?

Okay, okay, I heard you.

- Yes, you heard.
- Don't interfere.

When I say I believe something,
I'm not just saying it.

The Members' Committee was notified
that Wolff is leaving the kibbutz.

- Wolff? -Wolff?
- Yes, yes, Wolff, Wolff.

And why is that?

Because he wants his reparation
payments from Germany.

He's been arranging
the whole thing very quietly

and announced two days ago
that he was leaving.

Just like that,
with his wife and kids.

Wonderful native-born Israelis.

- Wolff?
- Him, of all people?

Wolff bowed down to the golden calf.
This has never happened here before.

And not only that.
They're not only leaving the kibbutz

they're moving to Germany.

- To Germany?
- Why would he move to Germany?

He's going back to manage
his father's beer factory.

He's going to distribute beer
to the Nazis.

In that case, I really
will start to believe anything.

So next time, don't jump when I say
there's no smoke without fire.

Look at them,
leaving like thieves in the night.

Saint Wollf.
-They had a home, a country, and they packed up again.

Kuba, come here a minute.

- What is it?
- This way or this way?

This way. Can't you tell
which way is up and which is down?

But you paint brown skies
and red earth, which confuses me.

What sky are you talking about?
This is a composition.

Do you think the members will understand?
-What's to understand?

- Kuba, come here a minute.
- Again?

Maybe you should hang Rachel?
Show them you can paint normally.

No, no. That's a personal painting
to give to Elkeh when he returns.

By the time Elkeh returns,
Rachel won't look like that.

He'll be back much sooner
than you all think.

Really? After the showcase trial
they put on against him?

It's all politics, Rivkeleh,
tomorrow the politics will change.

The evil one will become a saint
and the saint will become Satan.

Leave this alone and take
the pictures to the dining hall.

Bon appetite.

Bon appetite, Antek.

What crap. For this he receives
work days from the kibbutz?

Its just a ruse.
I can smear paint like that, too.

Why don't we ask for smear days
rather than working in the grove?

Do you think he'd notice
if we added a few smears?

Of course not.

Let's add
just a few small corrections.

What are you doing?
That's really not nice.

Forget it, even Kuba himself
doesn't know what he's got here.

Villians!

Vandals! Hooligans!

You need art?

You deserve cow manure.

Bird droppings.

- What happened, Kuba?
- What happened? Don't you see?

They scribbled on my canvass.

They ruined by painting,
crapped on my creation. Those asses.

Where? I don't see anything.

God, you gave the painter
a blind wife. Shame you're not mute.

They don't need art,
those hooligans.

Magazine photos are enough for them.

Stalin, Lenin, Marx, Engels
and all the rats.

As if he was injured.
-He scribbles instead of working, then complains.

Antek, darling... I'm back.

Gita, Gita. What a change.

I'm speechless.

What happened to you?
Cat got your tongue?

No, no, I don't need the chair.

But if you don't mind,
could you get my suitcases?

Thank you. You may
take the chair to the infirmary.

Shall we go home?

I'll tell you everything later.

Moshko...

Sonia, isn't that Gita?

It is Gita. How amazing.

- Hello, Gita. Welcome.
- How was America?

What can I say - it was America!

You have to see it to believe it.

I'll tell you everything
when I have a chance. Bye, see you.

What can I do.

Did you see the shoes, the earrings.
Oh, ho...

She looks great.
-Great? She looks American, Korba.

Actually, its not bad,
not bad at all.

Tell me, Moshko,
open heart surgery,

do they already have
that invention in Russia?

Really, Sonia, do you think
they're primitive there?

Russia has everything.

- Who is this?
- Lenin.

- Who is this?
- Stalin.

- Who is this?
- Kruschchev.

Who is this?

Come on, don't you know?

Who is this?

Come on. Marx. Marx, Engels.

Marx, Engels, good.
Take the flags.

Come closer everyone. In pairs.

Asafi and Shaul, you hang one on
the tower. Be careful, though, okay?

You and me in the secretariat.
And you two in the cowshed, okay?

One minute, we're not hanging
anything, no flags.

Give me all the flags.
Give me the flags.

Give me the flags.

What happened?
Why not hang the flags?

It's a waste of effort, Moshko.
I don't think there will be a party.

Moisheleh, if you don't want to,
don't come, but we're celebrating.

- What are you doing?
- Stopping your party.

Are you out of your mind?

Moshko, there will be no party!
Don't you understand?

No, I do. The entire free world
is celebrating the Communist Party's

twentieth conference
and we have no reason to celebrate?

Go read in the newspaper what
Kruschchev discovered about Stalin.

Horror stories. Forced labor camps,
Siberia, executions,

informing, false trials.
And he portrayed himself as God.

You're crazy!

Moshko, look what they did to us...
Look at what they did to us.

- As if we're some sort of traitors.
- Stop it, enough.

Go into the house, that's enough.

Moshe, you are the Secretary
and you must find out who did this.

- Secretary, yes, but no detective.
- I don't care. Investigate.

Either you find out who did this
or I'll go to the police.

Police, on the kibbutz? Come on.
Why don't you bring in the KGB?

- KGB? You should be ashamed.
- Relax, Moshko.

The members are simply shocked
by what they found out about Stalin.

So a few hotheads
are expressing themselves this way.

- But why against me? Why?
- Really, Moshko,

a Communist like you
speaking out against Russia?

What's going on, I don't understand.
Until yesterday everyone looked East

and now calling me
a Communist is an insult.

Yes, I'm a Communist.
That's right. So what?

- I'm also willing to suffer for it.
- Okay, then suffer in silence

and leave me alone.

"Krushchev confirmed
in his sensational speech

"that rumors which were prevalent
in the West for years"

"regarding Stalin's regime.."

"In his speech, he admitted
that Stalin ran a cult-like regime.

"His method abused

"the principles of Socialism
and law."

"People were trampled, their
conscience broken and honor defiled.

"Stalin's regime is stamped

"with a seal of provocation, blood,

"prisons, forced labor camps,"

"and suffering of innocent people."

Leibel...

Leibel...

What are these books
that you brought here?

- You want to open a library, eh?
- These are good books,

- it's a shame to burn them.
- "The Complete Writings of Lenin"...

That's all we need,
after all that's happened here.

But look at the paper, its grade A.
We can use them to measure,

instead of that paper
that always tears.

It's good...

Alright, let's play a little game
before we eat, okay?

Good thing we don't have much work.
My back has been killing me lately.

With the luck I've been having,
they'll close the shoe-making shop.

Times have changed.
Everyone goes into town to buy shoes

and all we have left are repairs.

Leibel, I want to ask you something.

Did you really believe
that Elkeh was guilty of something?

Did you?

The main thing is that its over and he's coming home.
-Finally.

It weighed on me
like a heavy stone.

Leibel, do you think that Moshkeh
will come to see him?

Who knows...

He's stopped speaking
ever since he broke down.

He doesn't make a sound.

Our friend has gone silent.

Maybe you'll come with me
after all today, Moshko?

Did you know that Elkeh is back?

Maybe you'd like to see him,
to say hello.

Moshko, Moshko.

"Till the morning light,
till dawn gleams

"shoulder to shoulder,
endlessly going round.

"Till the morning light,
till dawn gleams

"shoulder to shoulder,
endlessly going round.

"We share one heart,

"forged together
in joy and in hardship.

"Till the morning light,
till dawn gleams"

Welcome, welcome!

Welcome, welcome!

Say something.

Comrades, on behalf of the Party
I'd like to welcome Elkeh

upon his return from Czech prison

as a Prisoner of Zion.

We're all happy to see you, Elkeh,

undefeated, whole in spirit,

and strong, stronger than those who
judged, tortured and convicted you.

The truth will triumph!
Welcome. Welcome. Welcome.

Comrades,

there are no words to express my joy
at returning home to you.

You see me standing before you
healthy and whole in body and mind.

I have been through difficult days,
but this is not the time

to go into details of the torture,
suffering and humiliation.

With that, I'd like to tell you

that I never gave up.

There is no doubt in my mind,
comrades,

I've remained faithful to the
Socialist revolution movement.

- Go to hell.
- Shhh... -Shhh...

I am not among those who,
following Kruschchev's revelations,

went mad and despaired

of the Soviet Union and of their
belief in Socialist revolution.

Yes, comrades,

I've remained loyal to the battle of
the Revolutionary Workers Movement.

I wholeheartedly believe
that Socialism will win in the end.

Elkeh...

- Elkeh...
- Good to have you back.

- Welcome, welcome.
- Welcome.

Welcome, welcome.

"During the night
our song splits the sky

"return, our dance,
renewed sevenfold,

"come and we'll twirl once more
for our path is endless.

"For the chain is unbroken

"for our heart is one
now and forever"

"for the chain is unbroken..."

"For our heart is one
now and forever"

"for the chain is unbroken..."

"Arise my brethren, spin around

"do not rest, again and again

"there is no beginning or end,
hand to hand, don't let go!

"Day has set and day will dawn,
we'll work side by side

"from village and city
with scythe and plumb line.

"Arise my brethren, spin around

"do not rest, again and again

"there is no beginning or end,
hand to hand, don't let go!

"Day has set and day will dawn,
we'll work side by side"

"from village and city
with scythe and plumb line."

"Good week, good week

"Good week, good week

"Good week, good week

"Good week, good week..."

"He who separates the holy
from the every day

"He will forgive our sins.

"He will multiply our seed
and money as sand

"as stars in the night.

"Good week, good week

"Good week, good week

"Good week, good week"

"Good week, good week..."

Moshkeh.
Moshkeh, can you hear me?

The Russians sent a Sputnik
into space.

Moshkeh, with a cosmonaut,
can you hear me?

Moshkeh, with a cosmonaut.

Moshkeh, a Soviet man is in space!

"Elijah the Prophet..."

"Elijah the Tishbite..."

"Elijah the Gileadite..."

At 8 o'clock he'll pass over Israel.
We have binoculars.

The sun will set shortly.
Let's try to see him.

Moshkeh, let's go up the tower.

Let's go up the tower, Moshkeh.
Okay?

"A good week."

Elkeh, give me the binoculars.

Can you see anything?

- Can you see anything or not?
- Stars. -What? -Lots of stars.

Don't look for stars,
look for the Sputnik.

- Come on, can you see anything?
- Leibel, you take it.

Maybe you'll be lucky.

Nothing, Comrades.
Black, black and more black.

Give it to me, Let me try.

- Do you see it?
- Elkeh, what do you see?

- I don't see anything.
- What?

But I feel that it is there.

Moshkeh, take it Moshe.
You try. Take it.

Try, maybe you'll see.

Moshkeh.

- Moshkeh, what do you see?
- Moshke, do you see something?

Moshke, do you see something?

- Where?
- See...

"Stalin's Children"

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