Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me (2015) - full transcript

Muhammad, a rejected boy from the fringe of society, floats through the streets of a filthy city, exposed and desolated, until he meets Gurevich; a lone rover who rides his motorcycle into the bowels of the city, through the shadows of the back alleys, sharpening the knives of butcher shops and gourmet restaurants. Stubborn and tenacious, the boy forces his way under the man's wing. Within this hypnotic urban hell, what starts as an unstable and hesitant apprenticeship evolves into a struggle for self-control.

"And if thy right hand offends thee,
cut it off and cast it from thee;

"for it is better that one
of thy members should perish.

"than for the whole body to be cast
into hell." (Matthew 5:27-30)

TASTE OF HEAVEN BAKERY

Vluhammac.

How's your mother?

Praise Allah.

She's well?

Yes, thank Allah.

How's your bond with Allah?

Are you praying?



Are you praying?

There is no might and no power
but in Allah.

Go in the back,
there's fish for you.

Abdu.

Abdu, what is he doing here?

Let him go to the Jews.

Abdu, he should go suck up
to the Jews like his father.

You shouldn't support him!

Stop, you son of a bitch!

Go get the bastard
from the other side.

Get him, fast!

Hey, stop!

Don't let the bastard get away.

- Son of a bitch!
- Loser!



Stop, you traitor,
son of a bitch!

Fucking collaborator!

Get him, fuck his face up!

Quickly!

Take his clothes off!

Hurry! Grab his arms!

Din him down!

Pull down his pants.

Hold him!

His hands!

Hold the bastard,
pin him down.

Let the son of a bitch go.

What is this shit?

Disgusting.

Watch out!

Guys, come back! Help!

Get him!

Surround him!

Hamoudi!

Watch out, stay away.

Step away!

Muhammad, where have you been?

What?

Where have you been?

Who did this to you?

What did they do to you?

Tell me, what happened?

Who hurt you?

What is this?

What did they do to you?

Rahamim paid me today.

Bless you.
May Allah protect you.

Mom!

Tell him he'll have
the rest of the money in two days.

Okay.

Muhammad,

don't loiter there like last time.

- Give the money and go.
- Okay.

Make it fast, okay?

"Thanks.

You're welcome.

Drink up.

No thanks.

Can you get me the...

eye drops.

Thank you.

Hey!

That's enough.

Slowly.

Well done.

Nice and slow.

Right and left.

Nice and slow.

Are you kidding me, Shalom?

Did you see the tomatoes you sent?

No, this is not going to work.

No, they're awful, awful.

Shit.

No, not you.

I messed up my shirt because of you.

Now listen,

you'd never do this
to Raffi Cohen or Yonatan Roshfeld,

don't treat me like
a stupid little girl.

Like the time you billed me
for bok choy.

I never had bok choy
in my restaurant, ever.

And then I see it...
I'm not calling you a liar.

If you stop lying.
I'll stop treating you like a liar.

Steven, where are the wet wipes?

Shalom, listen.

I'm starting service in a minute,
my blouse is filthy

do me a favor,
work this out with Hadas.

Otherwise I'll start working with Tzahi.
I mean it.

"Thanks.

Anan, sweetie.

Got yourself a new tail, Gurevich?

Get me the choppe

The chopper!

Gurevich!

You again?

Gurevich!

Come here. Gurevich,
come sharpen his dick.

- Come on, Gurevich.
- Fucking Arab.

Suck my dick, you fuck.

You want to blow me, dickhead?

I'll come in your fucking mouth.

Beat it, you Arab homo.

Fuck off!

Fuck off, you fucking Arab!

Beat it!
Fuck off I said!

Fucking coward.

Vluhammad!

What is this?

Where is your shirt? Get up!

Get up

Why isn't she dressed?

Where's her shirt?

- Leave your sister alone!
- You want her to be a slut?

What's your problem?!

Leave her alone!
Let her be.

Don't dare talk about your sister
like that!

Tell her to get dressed.

She's naked like a slut.
Put your shirt on!

You want her to be a slut?

- Leave her alone.
- You want her to be a slut?

Get out of here, you anima

What?

What do you want,
you son of a bitch?

Muhammad,
since when have you been seeing him?

He brings Mom fish.

He brings fish?

Does he fuck her too?

He fucks her, too?

Does he fuck the bitch?

What's that on your hands?

I fell off my bike.

Your bike?

Stand up, Muhammad.

Stand

What?