Turn Left at the End of the World (2004) - full transcript

As a family from India moves in to a desert neighborhood in Southern Israel in the 1960's, the family's eldest, beautiful daughter discovers friendship and romance with the lovely local French girl. The film also explores the hardships and surprises that come with the integration of multiple families from different ethnic backgrounds (from the diaspora) and their struggle with immigration and prejudice.

In the summer of 1968,

a year after the Six Day War,

my family came
to Israel from India.

Back in Bombay,
my father was promised

that after a
month in Hebrew school,

we'll get an apartment
in the center of Israel.

Now it sounds funny
how naive we were

but back then, my father

had no reason for mistrust.

I turned 17
the day we left the school.

We were all very excited,



most of all I and my father,

my best friend.

After a few hours drive,

The truck broke down on the way.

I had no idea where we were,

but in that very place,

in the middle of the desert,

I met a girl

who was to change my life.

Sarah, come here!

Where are you?

What's so funny?

Vincent, that's enough!

Get to bed!



Thank God, it's back to school.

Vacation's over. I'm exhausted.

Nicole!

Where were you?
Your hair's wet.

At the lake, with her fiance.

You're obnoxious!

Stop making fun of me!

I don't look good in it?
- Sure you do!

Do I look fat?

Not fat, just plump.

Hello, Papa.

I'm not finished with you.

What's so funny?

There's a revolution in Paris.

Just like when they had a king.

The police don't scare them.

They know they're making history.

History's funny!
Sometimes liberating

and sometimes imprisoning you.

Papa...

New arrivals. Poor things!

Why next door?
Their cooking reeks!

I can't bear it!
- Really disgusting!

1, 2, 3...

What are you counting?
- Their children.

We were all brought here
for the children.

You can't
compare ours to theirs!

Their culture is primitive.

They burn their dead.
- Cut it out!

The people living across from us

came to Israel 10 years earlier.

The fact is
they were just as angry

trying to escape

to some place with a better...

future.

But like Uncle
Stanley told my father,

escape

was not possible.

Is he peeing?

Doesn't he
have a toilet at home?

He's holding us up.
- Don't be mean.

One floor above Nicole's family

lived a young widow named Simone.

Nicole adored her.

And Nicole's
mother didn't like it.

Later on,

I came to understand
what she meant.

He cut me!

What's your problem,
Indira Gandhi?

Why the bar mitzvah suit?

Stop it!

He almost gouged my eye!

Forgive him, it's nothing.

What?

School? Go straight,

turn left, cross the town center,
until you get to Yosi's caf.

It looks like a loony bin.

School's there.

Other darkies arrived yesterday.
- Including a girl.

She's our age.
- Black as the devil!

No, she's pretty, delicate.

Not like me, the Berber?

You talk like your mom.

Don't get all worked up!

Yosi, you crazy?
So many crates?

What does the sign say?

"Yosis Cafe", right?
Who's Yosi?

You? No, I'm Yosi.

So don't argue with me!

There's Moshe.

I have such an effect on him!

His erection is disgusting!
- Yes, but interesting...

You're a demon!
Not my fault I am so gorgeous?

What is it, Moshe?
- What, Yosi?

What's the matter?

Why hush?

Same problem again?

Iook

Who is that?
- That's the new teacher

from Tel Aviv.

He's good-Iooking!
What a waste!

Cut it out, he's a teacher.

I hate people from Tel Aviv.

They think we're animals.

I enjoy watching a handsome guy.

You and your dirty mind.

Watch what you do.
He's a teacher.

Are you all right?

Yes, it's just that...

a pebble got into my shoe.

I'd better be going.

I can show you the way
to school.

I know the way, thanks.

Who's that conceited guy?

He'd better watch his step.

Cut it out, before you scare off
customers and tourists.

Tourists? In the middle
of the desert?

Why not? Las Vegas got started
like this.

Thanks to whom?
To jews!

Ordinary Jews like you and me.

Nicole!

Come here.

Come learn with your sister.

Stop it!

Just a little taste.

No more "tastes",
look at you!

Get in here before
I lose my temper!

What makes a dish outstanding?

What a nice smell, Jeannette!

We're in the kitchen.

Why'd you tell her?

She already came in.

We have new neighbors.

Like us, they were brought in
at night.

I saw someone new.
In the truck today.

I don't like these Indians.

But neighbors are neighbors.

It looks good!

Bring them a plate of Pastillas.

Right, I'll bring
them something too.

I've got nothing to say to them.

Come upstairs?

I told you to stay away from her.

She invited me!

Get the candy box in the bar.

There! Go on!

There's the new issue of
"Haolam Haze".

A story on
a big star from Tel Aviv,

Zeva Yariv.

She brought a
Jaguar back from America,

up the Dizengoff,
our Champs-Elysees!

And people cheered.

It's the new teacher!

Who?

The new schoolteacher.

It says here he's a poet.

A poet?

He writes songs for the radio?

Not at all,
he writes poetry books.

Take the magazine, sweetie, but

bring the chocolates
to the Indian...

The Indians.

This bra is killing me.

What do I say?

Their daughter's in my class.

She never opens her mouth.

Maybe she's retarded.

You know, an Indian!

What are you talking about?

Indians are very smart.

Who wrote the Kama Sutra?
An Indian!

What's Kama Sutra?

The bible of sex!

Indians may be quiet but they
know what theyre doing,

because they're cultured.

Men usually do what they want,

fast, fast! They don't think
we have our own rhythm.

It should be taught in schools.

It's far more useful than math.

Sounds funny?
But it's a part of love.

It's what counts most in life.

Look around you:

War, worries, problems...

Only one thing
lights up the night:

Love, God's gift to humanity.

We should find
out more about them.

How the father
talks to the mother...

But how do I do that?
- Go over there,

ask how they are,

get friendly.

Play the spy.

Like James Bond.

This is for your mother.

Thank you. Please come in.

You speak Hebrew?

A little. I'm learning.

My mother sends this.

And that's from our neighbor,
Simone.

We live downstairs.

She's right above us...

There.

Tell your mother
thank you very much.

I'll send her something too.

No, don't bother.

It's not important.

Those your dad's
soccer trophies?

Cricket.
- What's cricket?

A very nice game.

Papa is a good player.
- What else is he good at?

He's...

a good dancer.

Why's your necklace upside down?

The Y. - This?
- Yes.

It's upside down.

It's not a Y.
It's the hippie symbol.

It stands for...

free love.

Like in your Kama Kama.

What's Kama Kama?

You know, the book with...

The Kama Sutra?
- That's it.

That' the Bible of the Indians...

the Indian boys.

Your father probably
reads it daily.

My father?

No, we don't have it here.

You had this at the dam.

Sorry... Your secret diary?

They're... stories.

That you invent?

"Invent"?

Invent, it's like...

I... watch people... write down.

What for?

Those stories aren't life.

It's like learning the world,

learning people.

Here you'll only
have blank pages.

Nothing happens here

and there's no
one to write about.

Nobody at all?

Except maybe...

about...

What?

Me.

I'm not being pretentious,

but it's a small place.

About you?

As soon as I graduate,

I'll leave for Tel Aviv.

And then,
when they'll write about me

in the magazines,

you'll already have
written about me.

Just imagine

meeting Brigitte Bardot

before she became known.

You?!

What's so funny?

Who's the clown?

A new arrival, poor guy.

I don't like his mug.

In Morocco they hated Jews.

Here among Jews,
we dislike Jews of color.

The Indian takes your line.

Madam, excuse me...

You, over there!

Mine. Shushan.

I live there.

I don't understand!

Today, okay.

But tomorrow, no.

Tomorrow, over there.

Which soap?

Which soap is it?

No way!
French soap is the best.

French is the best.

You won't listen.

Oh, God!

And every time he sees me,

he gets a bulge in his pants.

What are you writing...
About me?

A little.

What? Nothing happened here.

It was...

funny.

Funny?

Like stupid-funny?

No.

Human nature
can be funny at times.

For your book...

if the teacher
fell in love with me,

wouldn't that be interesting?

Mr. Asaf!

Just call me Asaf.

- Asaf...

We're having an argument and

we'd like your opinion.

Go ahead.

It's not to brag,

But everyone says

I'm the prettiest girl here.

So I'd like to know

if in Tel Aviv too

people would find me pretty.

I mean,

Pretty... is pretty...

"That if you be honest and fair,

"May your honesty admit

no discourse to your beauty."

"Hamlet"?
- Very good, Sarah!

But what do you mean?
I don't get it.

What I mean is...

Some other time.
See you in class.

Was that a compliment?

Didn't he use the word "beauty"?

I think so.

Nicole, where are you going?

To get my homework from Sarah.

I'll be right back.

So, how's the Indian family?

That's what I came to tell you.

They can see your living room

from theirs, and vise versa.

Look!

They are really nice.
Like you said,

Indians are very smart.

Their daughter is writing a book.

I'll take her
to my folk dance class.

She also dances,
but not folk,

her father taught her
ballroom dancing.

Poor guy,
where can he dance here?

Two years of promises,
but no raise!

They're kidding us.
"There is no money."

Meanwhile,
the boss gets a new car.

When we came here,
it wasn't what they promised.

We said nothing.
They exploited us,

and we said nothing!

You, men, love war.
Any excuse will do.

They're giving you a medal.

Will that buy you a house
in Tel Aviv?

Hey, turn that music off!

So we ask for
a raise one more time.

If they turn us down,
we stop working.

That's it! We've had it!

We're on strike!

We're on strike as of now.

We're on strike!

A strike!

What's going on here?
- A strike!

Get out of here!
Beat it!

Get back to work,
all of you!

We're on strike.
You understand?

We'll show you, big shots!

The striking workers expected

the government to
force the owners

into a negotiation.

But time passed

and no negotiation commenced.

This strike may
call the wedding off.

How can I dance at my wedding

without taking lessons?

Sarah's dad can teach you.

Not with an Indian!

If you step
on your husband's feet,

you'll cripple him.
- Cut it out,

I've had it with your insults.

Shut up.

It'll all work out, Josi.

Work out how?

Couldn't the strike have waited?

We had no choice.

Our dignity's at stake.
- Dignity?

It's all we have left.

And our honor.

Enough!

Show some sympathy!

What are you telling me?

That for my special day,

I won't have a hairdresser?

I'm not asking for much.
It's my day!

The only day I can feel special!

But I'll have none of that,
will I?

Pass it to me!

Stop it!

We're playing soccer!

Why'd you do that?

What's that?

What are those morons up to?

What are they playing?

It looks like dodge ball.

A girls' game!

Just look at them.

Are they with
the queen of England?

After all, Indians are just
white flunkies with a tan...

What is your father playing?

Cricket.

It's a nice game

with style, a bit like dancing.

I wanted to ask you something...

Could your father give my sister
dance lessons? - Sure.

She's stressed.
- She can't dance?

I know plenty
of people who'd love

to learn with your father.

Simone, I arranged for you

to dance with Sarah's father.

Your friend's father
will give lessons

To your sister and her fiance?

What?
I just want to dance a little.

Where can I dance around here?

And with who?

Besides, your
sister told me that...

he's a very good dancer.

I told her that.

So it was all your idea!

Bravo!

I have a gift for you.

Just because I care for you,
but...

You deserve it.

Open it!

I had my first pair at your age.

My mother gave them to me.

Pretty, aren't they?

Like them? I cant accept them.

Why not? Don't be afraid,
you're a woman.

If Mom saw me in this,
she'd think I was...

What?

Like a...

A whore?

No! I do want it.

It's okay.
Leave the garters here.

No, I do want it.

Really, it's a beautiful gift.

So...

What's new with your poet?

My poet?

Mr. Asaf.

I don't know how...

Deep in your heart you want him?

So don't be afraid.

Yosi, what are you doing!

Sorry,
I was watching the teacher.

You stepped on my foot!

Is it hard?

Don't write in your book
I can't dance.

I'll be fine.

- You, the wedding,
all will be fine!

We only have
folk dancing once a week.

You can't dance or anything!

And when my sister looks,

you step on my foot!

You place one hand here...

the other here.

The other, on her shoulder.

Both hands on the shoulders.
- I...

I must've drank something bad.

Moshe?

Is he feeling bad?
- He feels too good.

Bravo! You broke my foot

and we learned nothing.

But I learned
to count in English.

Shame on you!

Your dad's fine.

Goodbye, Sarah's dad.

Where's everyone?

It's finished.

Really?
I thought it started at 8.

At... 8 o'clock?

No, at 7...

What a shame!
I felt like dancing.

Really finished...

Knock at his door?
He's our teacher!

He's a man first.

And I promised you material

for your book.

You really want to?
- I don't know.

We'll knock at his door.
- We?

No, Nicole, not me.

I'm going home. You can tell me

about it tomorrow.

No, you promised me!
- Good night.

- TOWN HALL -

Not many records
for a dance teacher!

Records...

At my place.

You can return them later.

Would you...

Like to come...

If you like.

All the children...

With the literature teacher.

Turn the radio off.
- But it's nice.

So turn it down,
I want to sleep.

Good night.
- Josi,

you know I love you,

but you should lose weight.
- What?

You can't sleep
with him like that.

So what? It'll be dark.

The first time
I sleep with a man,

I'll want to see everything.

The mere thought of
it gets me exited.

I'll take off my clothes
nice and slow

He'll take off his,
nice and slow.

What are you doing?
You crazy?

We'll stand naked,
face to face...

How disgusting!
What a way to behave!

We'll really be in the mood...

I'll touch him a little...

Stop that nonsense!

It'll be so beautiful
and so romantic.

Have you no shame?

Good night.

They shut the factory down

No one will negotiate with us.

How did we come to this?

I came here
to be part of something.

I'm part of nothing.

And we're broke.

In Morocco I got respect,

Folks crossed the street just to
say, "Hello, Mr. Shushan."

They called my father: The king.

Darling, for me you're always
the king. - Yeah, right.

We were brought
here for our children.

We're screwed.

If my father,
may he rest in peace,

saw that his son couldn't
even feed his family...

If my father saw that...

What is it?

Everything's gone dark.
- Really?

Your hands are ice cold!

Your hands are ice cold.
Come on...

What's this?
- It's nothing.

I'll get you a glass of water.

I'll get you one,
lie down, dear.

Me... listen...

This is nice to dance to.

I...

Afraid they'll worry at home?

I understand.

Take a record, if you like.

You know...

The first time...

you looked just like...

an Indian prince
in an Indian movie.

Don't come! Not yet!

Please! No come.
Not yet.

Keep going, keep going...

I want this to last.

May it last...

How do you get by
during this strike?

I have 10 mouths to feed.

And by mid-month
everyone's hungry.

It's scandalous

the way the bosses screwed you.

Got it, Isaac?

Even Che Guevara,
speaking after Batista's fall,

said true revolutionaries

must unleash new rage.

Are you listening?

To be heard,
you have to use force.

No way.

What is it?

It's something crazy.

See? The Indians wrote

the British consulate,

and got them excited about their

dumb game.

They think this will do

great public
relations for England.

So they sent bats,

uniforms,

those dumb-Iooking balls,

and you won't believe this...
- What?

The English champion team

is coming here
for a friendly match.

Where? Here?
- Right here,

on our own soccer field!

At first, no one believed

a British team
would come to play

a game no one could figure out.

Only my father realized

what a grat opportunity that was.

They play against the English?

These clowns?

I don't understand.
How do they score?

See my father
there with the ball?

He's the bowler,

he has to throw the ball

and hit one of the 3 wickets.

If a fielder catches the ball,

he's "fried."

Indians are all "fried."

I don't get it.

- What do you mean?

It's very easy.

He throws, the other hits.

Don't you believe it.
It's not easy.

It's very hard.
- It's child's play.

My father's balls can't be hit.

He was the best in Bombay.

Bet you I'll massacre him.

It's a bet.

Who's he going to beat there?

Ready?

Again! I wasn't ready.

Ready!

Focus on the ball

and follow its trajectory.

What does she know anyway?

She's smart.

Are you okay?

So what did the doctor say?

What did he say?

Tell me the truth.

Tell me.

I'm afraid if anyone finds out,

they won't come to see us,

not even to the wedding.

But there must be medication.

Not for leukemia.

Let's go home.

You never danced with a boy?

But you dance so well.

I studied in a girl's school

and I only danced with Papa.

Let me show you.

Come on.

Stand here, like this.

This hand, here.

What are you doing?

I'm showing you,
so that you know.

The best thing about dancing
is the body contact.

My partner feels my heart beat,

and all my love.

Now I imagine you're Asaf,

and I'm all excited.

Asaf... Do you feel that?

Then, very casually,

I place my cheek against his.

Then he
turns his head toward me...

his lips brush against mine...

What are you up to?
- Nothing.

I... we...

We have a party tonight.

How was Tel Aviv?

Tel Aviv is always marvelous.

I shouldn't have worn this dress.
- You're Sarah?

I'm plump, right?
- No, beautiful.

Don't flatter me!

Now I meant it.

About your tips on "tricket"...

do you have some more?

Can't you play some music

that's a bit wilder?
- Sure.

Go on. - Okay.

Eti. - Nicole.

How are things?
- Fine.

Your sis is a show-off.

She's a terrific dancer.

What's the matter with you?

You know I adore Nicole,

but she's humiliating you.

Aren't you together?

Yes, but she doesn't know it yet.

She hangs out with an Indian,
and now this.

She's ridiculing you!

Make her stop.

Girls like macho men

who tell them what to do.
Honestly!

Can we talk? Come outside.

Everyone is looking at you!

Who do you think you are?

People will talk!

None of your business!
- It is!

Leave me alone!

It's for your honor!

You think you are my boyfriend?

Let go of her!

What are you looking at?

Let go of me!

You crazy?

Are you all right?

No, I'm not all right!

They're a bunch of savages!

I'd do my military service
right now.

We should both get out of here.

But it's impossible.
- Why?

My mother would never let me

join the army.

She didn't even
let me go on a school trip.

I thought things
would change here,

that I wouldn't
be a nobody like her.

Your mother's a nobody?

Mine is simpleton!

When I got dressed,
I had to hide this

so my dumb mother
wouldn't see it.

I wish she were dead!

You're not allowed to wear that?

Smell.

Why?

Smell this!

Go on, smell.

It stinks. What did you put on?

I wanted to perfume myself,

but with what?

So I took some rose water
my mother puts in the chicken,

and dabbed it on my neck.

It really burns!

You were really courageous

to stand up to Moshe.

He could have hurt you.

What are girlfriends for?

You and me are friends for life.

What?

You'd do the same for me,

wouldn't you?

Gabi, try to hit the ball.

I'm trying to.
- Again.

Not bad. Again!

It's no good.

Why not?
- Your eye's on the ball

instead of its trajectory.

O.K., no problem.

You have to concentrate

and be more relaxed.

You have to be at peace.

"Piss"?

I thought you said...

I said "peace,"

at peace with yourself.
- Peace?

Moroccans only find peace
in the grave.

I don't get this game.

I don't understand!

You're not the only one.
Big deal!

The strike's getting to us.

You're only trying
to impress the girl.

You're popular.

With whom?

Yosi! Get over here.

No fighting.

Yosi and I were thinking...

Get over here!

What do I know about this game?
- Help me out here.

We can help
you out with the "tricket"

if there's anything at all...

it's not a complicated game.

Forget our feuds.

It's behind us.

Mr. Vaskar...

Count me in.

Look. He's so cute.

Even in that
he wants to help out.

May I come in?

You don't really know me.

I wanted to say...

I don't want to scare you, so...

I wrote it all down.

Go ahead.

"I would like...

"you to love me,

"if you can.

"I want you to be unable

to live without me,

"I want you to dream of me,

"to think of me,

"the prettiest girl in the world.

"That you'll love
me for all of that."

I never did anything
like this before.

It's beautiful.

It's a simple and beautiful poem.

It's not a poem.
It's not made up.

It's...

what I feel in my heart...

for you.

Your words are very flattering,
but...

I think that...

How can I say it? It's...

impossible.

You and me are...

If there was something
between us...

it would be impossible.

I...

I want...

I'm not afraid.

What are you doing?

Should I stop?

Nicole, this isn't...

right.

Sorry.

It's okay.

It's better that you get dressed.

Take your clothes
and get dressed.

This is not...

What's wrong?

What happened?

What's wrong?

I...

I'm sorry.

I didn't want...

You're so...

What?

You're so courageous!

Good morning.

- I'm late for school.
I got a question.

What's your question?

If you're with someone you love,

and you're with him completely,

but you feel nothing...

It's not his fault,
I wanted him...

And I gave myself to him.

Why don't I feel anything
deep down?

Listen, those poor men...

They don't know a thing.

It's not love
they're interested in.

If a woman wants love
she must take it.

Tell them what she wants,
what they should say...

No one will do it for you.

Come tonight. I'll explain it.

Look!

What're all those cars?

Mama?

Are you okay?

Sure.

Don't I look well?

It's not that, but...

I've been noshing on and

you didn't say a thing.

Simone wants to know what time
is the ritual bath.

Oh, my God! She can't come.

Tell her to wait here

and make up Josi
afterwards for the wedding.

Tell her that's her specialty.

Can't she do
it at the ritual bath?

God forbid!
- But why?

Nicole, you're a big girl now.

Simone's a widow.
She's had bad luck.

If she comes,
she'll bring bad luck.

So why not tell her so?

Is this how I brought you up?

That's no way to behave,

you have to be polite!
- Polite?

If she doesn't go, I won't.

As you like!

Who's that, an Indian?

Door's open!

It's weird!

Go on.

Go on! - It's just not right!

Children...

There's a nice kitchen smell.

It's for my daughter's Heena.

I'm inviting the family,

and the neighbors.

You can come too.
- Thank you.

...the neighbors?

You don't know Luna?

She lives next door to me.

And Simone,
who lives upstairs?

Her husband...

dead.

Bad luck.

Don't worry.

She didn't go out,
Nicole's with her.

Today, when I saw your sister,

I nearly cried because
she's marrying.

Also because I feel
love in my heart,

so I cry more easily.

Love? But he's married.

Yes.

But...

he belongs more to me.

To you?

But you're just with him
for fun.

And Sarah?

You ask too many questions!

You have to listen
to your heart.

You only live once.

So make it a good one.

It's the only way
to feel alive.

May God guide
you along your path.

May your children
be in good health.

May your life be

full of joy and light.

Good health for your husband

and your children.

Wait.

Why?

I don't want to take off
my robe.

Why not?

I feel uneasy because I'm fat.

No, my daughter,

you're beautiful today,

you shouldn't feel ashamed.

But you said I was fat.

No.

My daughter, I didn't...

I didn't mean it.

So why did you say it?
It hurt me.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

Mr. Isaac!

As of tomorrow,
I call you father.

Today I'm the happiest of men.

Come, come.

I will teach you
Moroccan dance...

Moroccans plus Indians:
Great future.

Never give up hope.

Come on, let's dance.

God has such great designs!

He darkened our life
with this strike.

And now
this miracle of cricket!

We'll be famous!
Tourists will come!

Congratulations, you're pure.

Congratulations!

Thank you so much.

Congratulations!
- Thank you.

Josi, the cafe is yours too
now.

I'm sorry, I have to go.
- Wait,

just a minute.

It's fine, don't go just yet.

You're so pretty.

I really must go.

I love you.

Good night.

It's beginning to look
festive!

Hello!
You have a way with knots!

Forget about her.
She's trouble.

In my heart,
I know she'll be mine.

He better watch out.

Tell me, honey.

I told you it
was a waste of money.

Even the doctor said so.

I asked him how much time
I have left.

He said...

We'll both dance at our
kid's events.

Nicole studied for her
final exams? - Yes.

I told her not
to do the house chores.

Even when I'm not here.

She has to concentrate
on her studies.

Are you all right?
- Just fine.

What are you hiding?
- Nothing.

Why turn it off?

I walk by with your father
and everyone stares at me!

Everything I've done in life!

I gave my soul, so people
would see us as white swans.

And now look what you've done.

Everyone laughs behind my back.

Why?

Why?

A girl your age
with the teacher?

The teacher?

Lying is the worst!

Nothing happened.
- You're lying!

Stop running my life!

"Stand straight! Look at me! "

You want to control
everything!

How dare you!

Know what family
you belong to?

Nobility!

Your father's family went
to the Sorbonne!

They were so rich, the king
always consulted them first.

Their houses were palaces!

Palaces?

Were the soap dishes
made of gold?

The walls too?

How dare you!
- All of you!

There were no barbers
or shoemakers?

All personal friends
of the king?

What a sociable king!

All Jews in Morocco
were his friends!

Why all these lies?

I don't know who I am anymore!

I can't believe this!

And if you told the truth?

You'd lose people's respect?

All this stuff about honor,
culture!

What's going on?
- Papa...

Go get your mother
a glass of water.

But Papa...
- Quick!

What did she say?

I knew nothing

of my parent's marriage
problems

and of course I didn't know

that Nicole's mother
sent mine to have

a special treatment...

She has to pee into the pot.

She shouldn't feel ashamed.

Thanks to this pee,
she'll get him back.

Don't be ashamed.

The brew will
give your rival problems.

Guaranteed!

Simone, what a pretty dress!

It's an old dress.

Don't go to the game.
You're too tired.

I won't have people thinking

I don't dare show
my face in public.

How often do Europeans
come out here!

Lots of celebrities came over
from Tel Aviv.

Even
that shit factory director.

Look at all these people!

Just to see
Moroccans and Indians

compete with the English.

What a country!

Things are getting
better and better.

This town will grow.

Yosi, if you score a goal,

look at me, I'll wave to you.

There are no goals.
- So what is there?

I don't understand
the rules yet,

but what counts is having
a game.

Simone, you look sensational!

Got a second?

Later, I have to get ready.

This is important.

You're an educated man.

I respect everyone

but I won't allow even you
to hurt my daughter.

Understood?

Have you seen Nicole?

No.

I got it!

Nice work!

Go for it!
- I'm running!

Is it our point?

The ball fell in the gorge!

Why aren't you at the match?

Are you ill?

Did you fight with Asaf?

In "Wild in the Streets"
someone says:

Never trust anyone over 30.

That's true,
they're not honest.

They're hypocrites.

I'll go crazy like my mother.

Stop it
and come to the match.

They're not all like that.

Yes, they are!

All of them, believe me!

My mother, my father,

your mother, your father.

My father?
- Your father too!

Think he's any better?

A little.

Stop being such a hypocrite!

You observe other
people's lives,

but you won't look
at your own!

Is your dad less a hypocrite
than my crazy mom?

He too plays the family man,

then sneaks out

to see Simone. Everyone knows!

He'd never do that!

You must be
naive or very stupid!

Not stupid actually, showing
off with your Shakespeare!

How can you be so ignorant?

That's what life is!

It's been going on for months.

You're not laughing
so much now.

Put that in your book

and see if it's funny.
- It's not true.

It is!
- It can't be.

Who told you that?
- No one! I know it!

How long have you known that?

You've known for months?

No, Sarah.

They're murdering us!
Whens our turn to hit?

68 to 0? This is shameful!

Wait for me!
Please forgive me!

I don't want to talk to you!

You knew and you said nothing?

To your best friend!
- I'm ashamed.

I never should have told you!

I'm an idiot!
Me and my big mouth!

You know I love you, right?

What are you doing?
I had it!

I didn't touch a single ball!

I should've brought
my newspaper!

This is boring, see you.

Go on!

It was a clean catch!

What's the umpire doing?

Don't shout, please.

No shouting, it's
a gentlemen's sport.

That's enough!

Don't do this!

That's enough! Stop it!

Go back to India!

This is a disaster!

Everybody was devastated.

The strike was a failure,

the game was a failure

and there was absolutely
no hope

for another miracle.

Nicole hated herself

and desperate for forgiveness,

but I wanted no part of her.

We both got
our army call up papers

at the same time.

She was happy and knew that
it was her ticket out of town.

Hello. - Hello.

I'm here to see Sarah.

Excuse me.

A pack of cigarettes.
- Which brand?

Ascot.

I don't have enough money.

Can I buy just a few?

Six or seven?

Thanks.

Look who's here!

What did the boss
come here for?

To mock us?

You...

You have more luck than brains.

The problem is

we don't even
exist in history here.

We interest no one.

Maybe we lost

and we should
call off the strike.

You're in for a shock!

They're reopening the plant!
- Ours?

They'll give us a raise,
pay overtime,

More money? What happened?

Our game got a lot of press.

With elections in 3 months,
it shook up the politicians.

The government put pressure

on the management
and they promised

subsidies if they gave in
to our demands.

They're reopening the
plant tomorrow.

That's it! You won!

I can't be
without you for so long.

I saw Berko.

He says he's
meeting the big bosses.

They're getting
government money

to open a new factory
in Ashdod.

There'll be Indians
and Moroccans.

We'll have neighbors.
And the sea.

I know it's hard...

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

I just want to...

feel beautiful.

You're meeting Sarah's father?

No.

Why do you ask?

Because it isn't right.

You're hurting Sarah
and her mother.

You sent me there to spy!

I sent you?

You enjoyed playing James Bond,
even more than me.

O.K., so give it up.

Leave those poor people alone.

Now listen good!

There's neither good
nor bad in life.

Take what you want
before others do.

You won't get any pity.

Take me. What's my life been?

Nothing but misfortunes
and bad luck.

Don't I have a right
to a little love?

Stop it, Simone!
- No, you stop!

You sound like your mother
or grandma!

Even my grandma was
more modern!

Nicole, get out!

Please...

I swear, I haven't slept
in two weeks.

I know I acted awful.

I can't look
myself in the mirror.

I'm not just telling you this
for you to forgive me.

I went and begged her to stop.

And she listened?
- No, and I hate myself.

I don't know what got into me.

I was fed up
living in this hole.

Punish me as you want.

I don't want to punish you!

What should I do?

Tell everyone how badly
I hurt you?

I, Nicole Shushan,

am trashy and stupid...

Stop it! - I won't!

Everyone here should know

how badly I behaved towards...

O.K., cut it out!

Do you forgive me?

Sarah, I'm warning you,

I'm ready to
embarrass you again,

I swear.

I'm not joking.
- You're such a fool!

I missed you so much!

So did I.

Come on, show me your book.
- Forget it.

You can't read English anyway.

You must've badmouthed me.

Mr. Asaf is behind you.

What do I do?

Can we speak outside a minute?

The thing is, sir,

I have to study for
final exams.

A few minutes only.

I've tried to talk to you...
- Talk is useless.

It isn't.
Tomorrow's the last day

and I'm leaving for Tel Aviv.

I'm ready to do anything
for you.

I'll even speak to your father.

You mean so much to me.

I know you want to leave here.

Nicole, quick!

I'm all right.

You need anything?

A glass of water!

What? - She's not well.

What happened?

All this fuss
about a dizzy spell?

Take the "tagine"
out of the oven.

Are you all right, Mama?

Hurry up, child!

Out of the way. Hold her.

I'll do it.

Drink some water, Mama.

What's wrong with Mama?

Tell me, Papa.

Nothing is too difficult
for me,

but when mother
and daughter quarrel,

it breaks my heart.

Mama...

I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.
I was wrong too.

Forgive me, child.

Please promise me

they won't take
me to the hospital.

I don't want to die in some
ugly hospital pajamas.

I want to die properly,
in my own bed,

with embroidered lace sheets,

and with my makeup on...

What can I do?

That's how I am.

Who knows
who I'll meet up there.

Don't say that.
- Do me a favor...

Go get
your girlfriend's mother,

who makes a living
crying at funerals.

God protect us!
It's forbidden!

The Angel of
Death's waiting already.

That's what she wants!
Please.

Talk to her.
It's her last request.

So now you need me,
do you?

She always treated us
like savages!

Please, it's her last request!

Oh woe, to die so young
and beautiful!

She never tasted life!

No, not like that!

We're not in the jungle.

I want a respectable funeral...

Go on.

Do it again.

Three, and a four...

Get going.
Three, and a four, go!

The poor woman! Her house
was so clean

and as for her couscous...!

No! What do you mean,
couscous?

Pigeon pastilla...

That's what everyone
should remember.

Remind me
to give you the recipe.

I can't go to the prom.

But you should go.

Not without you.

It's crazy how time flies.

Only yesterday
I was 6 years old

and next week it's the army.

They really won't let you go?

I didn't even bother to ask.

It'll work out.

What time is it?

Almost 9:30 pm.
How do you feel?

Isn't there a prom tonight?

There must be, you should go.

No way, I'm staying here.

Afraid I'll
perish while you're away?

Go, your father won't let
the Angel of Death sneak in.

When you want to leave,
tell me.

We'll stay a little,
then we'll go.

Wanna dance?

Go on.

Have some fun.

It's the end of the year.

Go on.

I heard about your mother.

I'm praying she gets better.

Thanks.

This is a bad moment, but...

would you like to dance
with me?

I won't make problems again.

That's all over now.

How about it?

Why do you look so sad?

What's that mean: "can't"?

Get out!

I'm not just anybody!

Bring me some water.

With a spoonful of sugar.

Be right back.

Here...

Drink it.

Your mother loved you
very much.

Her children were
everything to her.

Here it comes.

Hi, Tsvika,
wait a minute, please.

Crazy world, isn't it?

Your mom lets you go
to the army,

and I'm stuck here.

It's not for life.

Of course it's not for life!

I...

I'll miss you.

With all my heart.

Me too.

You'll write every day?

Even though I must look after
my father and my brothers,

please don't describe me
in your book...

as someone pathetic.

Like you once said,

people are funny.

People are funny,
and you...

you're the funniest.
- Hurry up, girls!

In that summer,

we both lost
a part of our family.

And in that same summer,

we've become family
for each other.

Years later,

I let her read my notebook.

At first she was moved,

then she started crying.

She said this story
needed to be told

so the world never
forgets those people

who loved us so much.