Cash Register (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Detective Ramzi - full transcript
The employees blame the new employee for their missing cellphones.
Checkout
"Issachar Bounty"
"Underpants"
Excuse me.
-Yes, Sir, how can I help you?
Where is the dressing room?
I'm sorry, Sir,
we have no dressing room here.
Then what do you have?
-Oh, we have many things.
We have meat, fish, cereal,
fruit, vegetables, golden berry grains...
Okay, okay, I got it.
manage on my own.
Enjoy your shopping, Sir.
-Thank you.
Uh, excuse me, Sir?
-Yes, what is it?
According to supermarket rules,
disrobing is illegal here,
despite your handsome body contour.
-Yes, so, where can I...
Behind the freezer?
-No, the problem is not the location.
Then what's the problem?!
I want to buy underpants,
what am I supposed to do?
How can I know if they're tight, loose,
airy enough? By looking at them?
If I may ask,
how has Sir shopped
for men's undergarments until now?
I haven't.
It's an intimate question, but...
I got them from America.
My sister lives in Michigan.
She had a dollar shop next to her house.
Every 6 months she would send me
four sets of underpants.
Okay, and what happened?
-We...
we're no longer in touch. -Why?
-Because the shop closed down. -And...?
"And?" That's it.
What else can I talk to her about?
She doesn't send me underpants anymore.
She's good for nothing!
She made villas out of my underpants!
Look what it says on the tag
of your underpants,
let's see if you're medium, large...
-Okay.
If I may? -Alright.
Well, did you find it?
-No, hold on.
Well?
-Maybe it's in front.
Find anything?
-Let's see...
Pouch.
Hey, hey, take it easy!
-Here, I feel something.
Easy, delicate equipment here!
Mrs. Stretiner...
How's the little one?
Oh, here we go.
-What? -Hold on.
Oy, we got trouble... -What?
-The writing faded.
Well, we tried it your way, right?
-No, no, no, no.
What no, no, no?
What no, no, no, no?
What do you want me to do?
Gamble on the underpants?
Is that your job here?
To reduce people to gamblers?
Our hope is not yet lost.
If I may size up your virtues,
you look one size smaller than me.
What's your size? -Large.
-Large? -Large.
Then I should get medium?
-Yes, medium.
Medium? -Madium.
You say medium?
-Madium.
So medium.
-Yes, that's my assessment.
Madium.
Alright.
Okay.
There's a stain, give me a discount.
-What? Show me. -You don't believe me?
Forget your discount, okay?
"Comprehensive...
Nissim, what does this say?
"Employees will undergo
a comprehensive drug test tomorrow."
Oh no!
-"Supermarket management."
No, no, no. -What?
-That's bad!
Why? I thought you're clean. -I am,
ever since Masha got pregnant.
Then why are you freaking out?
-Yesterday at closing,
Daisy said, here, finish this cig.
I don't know what's inside!
Oh no, are you serious?
-Am I serious?!
You're a goner!
-I don't believe it.
What do I do now?!
And it was inside?
-I don't... I think yes!
No! It's month nine,
I can't be fired now.
I must to bring home diapers,
I must to bring soothers. No!
You'll be fired.
Before I became a butcher,
was the supermarket jokester.
It's my art. -Ours.
Wait, so no drug test?
Drug test? In the supermarket?
What is this, the Tokyo Olympics?
After finally getting someone to work here?
They'll pay for syringes if they have to.
When I saw that Moldavian tampon
taking a drag from a spliff,
I went straight to Kohava
and told her.
I said we have to make up
a drug test.
What?
I told you,
let's make up a drug test.
What? No way!
You said "Moldavian Tampon."
Fine, whatever.
You gonna fight with me over credit?
No, it sucks. -What?
I make up something golden,
you see cameras and take it from me.
Fine, he's right.
My mistake, your idea.
I see what you're doing.
Alright already. Lighten up.
His idea.
Okay?
You happy now?
Good.
What?
You won't believe this..
What?
Anatoly read...
What about Anatoly?
That for the drug test
he has to eat two kilos of kiwi.
So Hezi gave him two kilos of kiwi
and he ate the...
Kiwi? -Yes.
You gave Anatoly kiwi?
-Two kilos!
He's allergic to kiwi!
-Are you yanking my chain?
No! He's allergic to kiwi!
What's wrong with you? He could die!
Kohava, I swear, you're insane!
Oh my God.
-He's allergic to kiwi.
Anatoly!
No way. -Anatoly, what did you do?
-Oh dear...
The internet said
2.5 kilos kiwi cleans the blood.
But you're allergic to kiwi!
But Masha nine months,
I can't be fired.
No, Anatoly.
Spit that out! Anatoly...
It wasn't for real.
We were fooling around,
there is no drug test. -Oy...
Are you with me, Anatoly?
-Why is the room spinning?
You and your stupid ideas, idiot.
-Oh, so now it's me?
I just followed orders.
You're the tyrant,
I'm barely "their accomplices"
I taste purple...
He tastes purple, you hear?
-So call an ambulance!
Alright! Where is it?
Nissim. -Yes?
-I'm cold...
Why is it so cold?
Turn off the a/c.
-Wait, should I call an ambulance
or turn off the a/c?
Decide already!
Nissim. -Anatoly.
-Nissim. -What?
I want
you be the father
of my son.
What?
No! Don't be ridiculous. Anatoly...
Wake up, you'll be fine, you hear me?
You'll be a great father.
Anatoly.
Anatoly, please wake up.
Oh God, please help me.
I promise I won't play anymore pranks.
I have no choice..
-Oy oy oy.
Anatoly, please wake up.
-Nissim.
Dear God... He maketh me
to lie down in green pastures...
What, Anatoly, what?
-Nissim. -What?
Talk to me, stay with me, Anatoly.
Nissim. -Yes?
Bon appetit!
Girl's a double agent.
-I thought you're on Nissim's side.
I'm on the funny side.
"Call an ambulance, Anatoly,
call an ambulance!"
That Nissim's some jerk.
You won't air that I'm crying, right?
I knew it. There was a reason I wanted
o try on the underpants before buying them.
I got home and guess what!
A one-man tent!
Not that I have anything
to be ashamed of, yes?
Cash refund, thank you.
What is that?
-The new currency. "What's that?"
Underpants that I bought here.
I tried them on at home
and they're not my size.
You tried them on? -True.
And you want to return them?
-True.
No, it's okay,
I want a new pair instead.
A, this is the last time
you leave the remnants
of your groin on my desk.
B, we don't take back underpants
taken out of the package.
Oh yeah?
Then how do I try them on
without taking them out of the package?
You're the professor,
here's your new study,
how to try on underpants
without taking them out of the package.
There, that's him.
The ethnic fellow.
Come over here!
Yes, you.
Come over here, my friend.
Yes, Sir, how can I assist?
-Look. -Yes?
Look what size you sold me.
-I see.
It can fit two of me.
Then how about taking advantage
of our new special?
Two cookies for ten,
maybe you'll expand.
Forgive me, Sir.
It was an assumption, nothing more.
-An assumption?
An assumption, nothing more?
You encouraged me to buy them.
If not for you, I wouldn't have!
There was no encouragement.
-There was.
No. -Yes. -No encouragement. -Encouragement
-No encouragement. -Encouragement!
There was no encouragement.
-Encouragement and how!
And how? No way.
-And how!
Mrs. Kohava, I swear,
there was no encouragement.
I just tried to assist
a customer in distress.
And if my sin is the desire
to help my fellow man,
then I say this here with pride,
I am a sinner!
Why do I get all the morons?
Dude, what's going on?
-What's going on he asks?
A new Middle East!
Can't you see what's going on?
I want to know too!
She won't exchange my underpants!
Why would anyone want underpants
that someone else tried on?!
Not just anyone, me.
That's way more ten times worse!
-Why do you say that?
Look at yourself in the mirror!
-You decide for them?
Let's ask them, they're right here.
Would you try on underpants after me?
Why so silent?
Answer me! What?
Am I a leper?
Do I have psoriasis?
Do I have scabies?
Atopic dermatitis?
Would you stop shouting out
skin diseases?
You won't silence me.
-I'll do whatever I want!
You won't silence me.
-You won't tell me what to do.
People, I'm warning you, people! -Sir...
-Don't shop in this supermarket!
Then shop somewhere else!
-This is a money guzzler!
There are thousands of shops.
-They encourage you to buy
things that don't fit!
-On every square meter!
We don't. -Go wherever you want!
-Gegangen. -Don't tell me "gegangen."
Gegangen. -Don't say "gegangen."
-Oh yes I will. -Don't touch me!
I can go on my own, don't touch me!
-Go!
Why do they always come to me?
Why my checkout?
You haven't heard the last
of Amnon Titinsky.
I said don't touch me!
-Thank you very much.
Where are you going?
-Out for a cigarette.
Where are you going?
-Now you're starting with me?!
Do you know what I go through?!
Day in and day out!
Asking me where I'm going...
One of my authorities
as senior all-purpose employee
is the cleaning task.
Some may say I'm a pedant,
obsessive, a clean freak,
a bleach junkie,
but as I see it,
I'm just giving back a millionth
of what the supermarket gives me.
At our supermarket everyone knows,
Ramzi is a lean, mean cleaning machine.
Sorry...
What a smell. -Yes.
Hezi, since when
has this beet been here?
What month is this? -June.
A long time.
Dude, a beet stain doesn't come out.
You have to replace the tile.
I'd replace this one
and the tiles around it.
Well well well, what do we have here?
Beet.
What is the time of stain?
-Excuse me? -The time of stain.
When was it discovered?
-Just now.
Who discovered it?
-What's the difference, Ramzi?
"Refuses to answer."
Did it get initial treatment?
White wine, vinegar, any solvent?
No, Ramzi, we just saw it.
Okay, I need a sterile area.
Give me two...
Move back two meters, folks.
-Fine, fine.
The stain needs air.
In this sprayer
there's a solution that I call
the "scrubbing holy trinity."
I concocted it out of three substances:
grease remover, bleach
and my secret ingredient,
Inspector Gadget toothpaste.
No stain can resist it.
Ramzi, it's not working.
-Patience, Hezi, patience.
Oh! Here, you see?
The active ingredient is reacting.
You see? -Nope.
You're on the wrong angle.
Maybe...
I have to use more of the solution.
Here, you see? It's..
Okay.
Hezi, it's so important...
Beet... -To move product around.
-You don't say.
You must replace the vegetables on time.
-I heard you...
This never happened to me before.
Maybe I didn't put in
enough Inspector Gadget?
Yesterday after you left,
I turned to my private bible
Odetta's Cleaning Secrets.
I found a similar case from Passover '92.
Turns out all I was missing
was okra vinegar.
I soaked the stain overnight
and now I have to pick the fruit.
You can come too. Nissim, come!
-Ramzi, I'm busy.
The okra vinegar did all the work,
all that remains...
is to do the unveiling. Ready?
May our enemies
and sources of dirt be off. -Amen.
There is no pot without a lid
and no stain that can't be removed.
Voila.
It's so important to replace
the vegetables on time, Hezi.
Odetta is hardly ever wrong.
Maybe I didn't put...
Maybe the okra expired.
I should have left it on longer.
No harm done.
It's just a stain.
I won't go crazy over a stain.
Ramzi. -Yes, Big Boss.
-You have to let it go.
Let what go?
You haven't done anything all week
but focus on that stain.
It's a matter of seconds.
I just have to let the orange pop soak in
and it will do the job.
No, Ramzi, stop.
It's okay the way it is.
Look, it's starting to work,
it's starting to react.
Alright, so it's starting.
-Yes, but Shira...
Leave it alone.
-It's just one small stain.
Alright, leave it alone.
This is the last time I see you
here with this stain, you hear me?
Yes, Big Boss. -Thank you.
Sometimes you have to admit
that a stain defeated you
and take it like a man.
It's not fair, it's not fair!
I did everything I can!
Begone, be...
It's not fair, it's not fair!
Hey! What's this?
My tears are removing the stain!
My tears, you get it?
My tears, my tears,
they're the secret ingredient
that I've been searching for!
What are the odds?
It turns out that the time I spent
with the cleaning materials
changed their chemical compound.
Tears, what tears?
I put white wine on the stain
before I went home.
White wine's the best.
Yes, very nice.
No, I'm showing you for a reason.
This is a dating app
that only has hot guys, see?
-Yes.
Look at this one.
-And a bare chest is customary?
On this app, yes.
-Do they post a CV too?
Some do, but... -Yes!
Hello.
Oohhh, to what do we owe this honor?
This is the manager,
this is the cashier.
What now? You bought a man in a suit
and you want to return him?
Kohava.
-Very funny, okay.
This is my attorney,
Gabriel Meshulam from...
Vechler and Vechler. -Nice to meet you.
-Likewise. -Shira Steinbuch.
Nice to meet you, Kohava Shavit.
-Alright, Kohava.
What is this about?
Don't feign innocence,
Ms. Shira Steinbuch.
Shall I remind you?
-Amnon, Amnon.
On June 7, '18,
my client purchased an item,
microfiber unisex boxers for men,
hereinafter, the item.
The purchase was made subsequent
aggressive encouragement by an employe
No encouragement involved...
-Encouragement involved. -No.
No encouragement involved.
-Encouragement and how.
Absolutely not.
-Okay, Kohava.
"Issachar Bounty Ltd" or its proxy
refused to take responsibility
for the encouragement.
There simply was none.
-It's okay, Kohava. -Amnon. -Okay.
Ignored my client's complaint,
caused my client emotional distress
and caused him to get on
four different buses.
6.90 each way, not including deodorant.
-Amnon. -Yes?
Emotional? Emotional?
The man has no feelings. -You see?
That's what I'm talking about.
-You see what?
She is scorching me. -Scorching you?
Maybe you're enflaming me!
Kohava. -Amnon. Ladies.
Ms. Steinbuch. -Yes.
We do not seek to quarrel,
we come in peace.
Perhaps before we meet in court
we can reach a compromise.
What compromise?!
-Kohava. -You believe that Titinsky?!
Today it's underpants,
tomorrow it's Q-tips!
Yes, I'll return Q-tips.
-Oh yeah? -Yeah.
You'll return Q-tips?
-If the employee... -Kohava!
If youf employee decides
that I'm medium while I'm extra-large,
then yes, I'll return them and how.
-Really? -Yes.
Okay, Kohava, I don't want to be rash.
I'd like to hear about your compromise.
Hold on.
Damages in the amount of 12,000,
not including VAT.
-Because of underpants?
No, this is unheard of.
This man is insane. -Alright, Kohava.
Fine. Come, Amnon, we're leaving.
-Wait, stop,
hold your horses, Advocate Meshulam.
Do you really want to meet in court
over this matter? -Of course.
We can find a compromise.
-No, 12,000 shekels, that's it.
Ms. Steinbuch, we'll see you in court,
just the hearing will cost you more.
Have a good day. -No problem.
You'll see me there! -But...
You'll see me there, yes,
you'll see me there!
Mr. Vechler! -Let's go.
-Vechler and Vechler,
where's the other Vechler?
-Ma'am. -Bring the other Vechler!
where's the other Vechler?
-Ma'am. -Bring the other Vechler!
Hit me, why don't you?! -Amnon...
They don't know us,,
we'll go all the way. -Exactly.
We'll take them to court,
we'll make them go bankrupt. -Exactly.
Amnon will pay me my retainer
and the sky's the limit. -A retainer?
3,500 as agreed in the contract.
-3,500?
Give me back my money for the underpants.
So at least exchange them for a new pair.
So, so... socks then. -Amnon, stop, one sock.
You must have single socks. Shira!
"Issachar Bounty"
"Underpants"
Excuse me.
-Yes, Sir, how can I help you?
Where is the dressing room?
I'm sorry, Sir,
we have no dressing room here.
Then what do you have?
-Oh, we have many things.
We have meat, fish, cereal,
fruit, vegetables, golden berry grains...
Okay, okay, I got it.
manage on my own.
Enjoy your shopping, Sir.
-Thank you.
Uh, excuse me, Sir?
-Yes, what is it?
According to supermarket rules,
disrobing is illegal here,
despite your handsome body contour.
-Yes, so, where can I...
Behind the freezer?
-No, the problem is not the location.
Then what's the problem?!
I want to buy underpants,
what am I supposed to do?
How can I know if they're tight, loose,
airy enough? By looking at them?
If I may ask,
how has Sir shopped
for men's undergarments until now?
I haven't.
It's an intimate question, but...
I got them from America.
My sister lives in Michigan.
She had a dollar shop next to her house.
Every 6 months she would send me
four sets of underpants.
Okay, and what happened?
-We...
we're no longer in touch. -Why?
-Because the shop closed down. -And...?
"And?" That's it.
What else can I talk to her about?
She doesn't send me underpants anymore.
She's good for nothing!
She made villas out of my underpants!
Look what it says on the tag
of your underpants,
let's see if you're medium, large...
-Okay.
If I may? -Alright.
Well, did you find it?
-No, hold on.
Well?
-Maybe it's in front.
Find anything?
-Let's see...
Pouch.
Hey, hey, take it easy!
-Here, I feel something.
Easy, delicate equipment here!
Mrs. Stretiner...
How's the little one?
Oh, here we go.
-What? -Hold on.
Oy, we got trouble... -What?
-The writing faded.
Well, we tried it your way, right?
-No, no, no, no.
What no, no, no?
What no, no, no, no?
What do you want me to do?
Gamble on the underpants?
Is that your job here?
To reduce people to gamblers?
Our hope is not yet lost.
If I may size up your virtues,
you look one size smaller than me.
What's your size? -Large.
-Large? -Large.
Then I should get medium?
-Yes, medium.
Medium? -Madium.
You say medium?
-Madium.
So medium.
-Yes, that's my assessment.
Madium.
Alright.
Okay.
There's a stain, give me a discount.
-What? Show me. -You don't believe me?
Forget your discount, okay?
"Comprehensive...
Nissim, what does this say?
"Employees will undergo
a comprehensive drug test tomorrow."
Oh no!
-"Supermarket management."
No, no, no. -What?
-That's bad!
Why? I thought you're clean. -I am,
ever since Masha got pregnant.
Then why are you freaking out?
-Yesterday at closing,
Daisy said, here, finish this cig.
I don't know what's inside!
Oh no, are you serious?
-Am I serious?!
You're a goner!
-I don't believe it.
What do I do now?!
And it was inside?
-I don't... I think yes!
No! It's month nine,
I can't be fired now.
I must to bring home diapers,
I must to bring soothers. No!
You'll be fired.
Before I became a butcher,
was the supermarket jokester.
It's my art. -Ours.
Wait, so no drug test?
Drug test? In the supermarket?
What is this, the Tokyo Olympics?
After finally getting someone to work here?
They'll pay for syringes if they have to.
When I saw that Moldavian tampon
taking a drag from a spliff,
I went straight to Kohava
and told her.
I said we have to make up
a drug test.
What?
I told you,
let's make up a drug test.
What? No way!
You said "Moldavian Tampon."
Fine, whatever.
You gonna fight with me over credit?
No, it sucks. -What?
I make up something golden,
you see cameras and take it from me.
Fine, he's right.
My mistake, your idea.
I see what you're doing.
Alright already. Lighten up.
His idea.
Okay?
You happy now?
Good.
What?
You won't believe this..
What?
Anatoly read...
What about Anatoly?
That for the drug test
he has to eat two kilos of kiwi.
So Hezi gave him two kilos of kiwi
and he ate the...
Kiwi? -Yes.
You gave Anatoly kiwi?
-Two kilos!
He's allergic to kiwi!
-Are you yanking my chain?
No! He's allergic to kiwi!
What's wrong with you? He could die!
Kohava, I swear, you're insane!
Oh my God.
-He's allergic to kiwi.
Anatoly!
No way. -Anatoly, what did you do?
-Oh dear...
The internet said
2.5 kilos kiwi cleans the blood.
But you're allergic to kiwi!
But Masha nine months,
I can't be fired.
No, Anatoly.
Spit that out! Anatoly...
It wasn't for real.
We were fooling around,
there is no drug test. -Oy...
Are you with me, Anatoly?
-Why is the room spinning?
You and your stupid ideas, idiot.
-Oh, so now it's me?
I just followed orders.
You're the tyrant,
I'm barely "their accomplices"
I taste purple...
He tastes purple, you hear?
-So call an ambulance!
Alright! Where is it?
Nissim. -Yes?
-I'm cold...
Why is it so cold?
Turn off the a/c.
-Wait, should I call an ambulance
or turn off the a/c?
Decide already!
Nissim. -Anatoly.
-Nissim. -What?
I want
you be the father
of my son.
What?
No! Don't be ridiculous. Anatoly...
Wake up, you'll be fine, you hear me?
You'll be a great father.
Anatoly.
Anatoly, please wake up.
Oh God, please help me.
I promise I won't play anymore pranks.
I have no choice..
-Oy oy oy.
Anatoly, please wake up.
-Nissim.
Dear God... He maketh me
to lie down in green pastures...
What, Anatoly, what?
-Nissim. -What?
Talk to me, stay with me, Anatoly.
Nissim. -Yes?
Bon appetit!
Girl's a double agent.
-I thought you're on Nissim's side.
I'm on the funny side.
"Call an ambulance, Anatoly,
call an ambulance!"
That Nissim's some jerk.
You won't air that I'm crying, right?
I knew it. There was a reason I wanted
o try on the underpants before buying them.
I got home and guess what!
A one-man tent!
Not that I have anything
to be ashamed of, yes?
Cash refund, thank you.
What is that?
-The new currency. "What's that?"
Underpants that I bought here.
I tried them on at home
and they're not my size.
You tried them on? -True.
And you want to return them?
-True.
No, it's okay,
I want a new pair instead.
A, this is the last time
you leave the remnants
of your groin on my desk.
B, we don't take back underpants
taken out of the package.
Oh yeah?
Then how do I try them on
without taking them out of the package?
You're the professor,
here's your new study,
how to try on underpants
without taking them out of the package.
There, that's him.
The ethnic fellow.
Come over here!
Yes, you.
Come over here, my friend.
Yes, Sir, how can I assist?
-Look. -Yes?
Look what size you sold me.
-I see.
It can fit two of me.
Then how about taking advantage
of our new special?
Two cookies for ten,
maybe you'll expand.
Forgive me, Sir.
It was an assumption, nothing more.
-An assumption?
An assumption, nothing more?
You encouraged me to buy them.
If not for you, I wouldn't have!
There was no encouragement.
-There was.
No. -Yes. -No encouragement. -Encouragement
-No encouragement. -Encouragement!
There was no encouragement.
-Encouragement and how!
And how? No way.
-And how!
Mrs. Kohava, I swear,
there was no encouragement.
I just tried to assist
a customer in distress.
And if my sin is the desire
to help my fellow man,
then I say this here with pride,
I am a sinner!
Why do I get all the morons?
Dude, what's going on?
-What's going on he asks?
A new Middle East!
Can't you see what's going on?
I want to know too!
She won't exchange my underpants!
Why would anyone want underpants
that someone else tried on?!
Not just anyone, me.
That's way more ten times worse!
-Why do you say that?
Look at yourself in the mirror!
-You decide for them?
Let's ask them, they're right here.
Would you try on underpants after me?
Why so silent?
Answer me! What?
Am I a leper?
Do I have psoriasis?
Do I have scabies?
Atopic dermatitis?
Would you stop shouting out
skin diseases?
You won't silence me.
-I'll do whatever I want!
You won't silence me.
-You won't tell me what to do.
People, I'm warning you, people! -Sir...
-Don't shop in this supermarket!
Then shop somewhere else!
-This is a money guzzler!
There are thousands of shops.
-They encourage you to buy
things that don't fit!
-On every square meter!
We don't. -Go wherever you want!
-Gegangen. -Don't tell me "gegangen."
Gegangen. -Don't say "gegangen."
-Oh yes I will. -Don't touch me!
I can go on my own, don't touch me!
-Go!
Why do they always come to me?
Why my checkout?
You haven't heard the last
of Amnon Titinsky.
I said don't touch me!
-Thank you very much.
Where are you going?
-Out for a cigarette.
Where are you going?
-Now you're starting with me?!
Do you know what I go through?!
Day in and day out!
Asking me where I'm going...
One of my authorities
as senior all-purpose employee
is the cleaning task.
Some may say I'm a pedant,
obsessive, a clean freak,
a bleach junkie,
but as I see it,
I'm just giving back a millionth
of what the supermarket gives me.
At our supermarket everyone knows,
Ramzi is a lean, mean cleaning machine.
Sorry...
What a smell. -Yes.
Hezi, since when
has this beet been here?
What month is this? -June.
A long time.
Dude, a beet stain doesn't come out.
You have to replace the tile.
I'd replace this one
and the tiles around it.
Well well well, what do we have here?
Beet.
What is the time of stain?
-Excuse me? -The time of stain.
When was it discovered?
-Just now.
Who discovered it?
-What's the difference, Ramzi?
"Refuses to answer."
Did it get initial treatment?
White wine, vinegar, any solvent?
No, Ramzi, we just saw it.
Okay, I need a sterile area.
Give me two...
Move back two meters, folks.
-Fine, fine.
The stain needs air.
In this sprayer
there's a solution that I call
the "scrubbing holy trinity."
I concocted it out of three substances:
grease remover, bleach
and my secret ingredient,
Inspector Gadget toothpaste.
No stain can resist it.
Ramzi, it's not working.
-Patience, Hezi, patience.
Oh! Here, you see?
The active ingredient is reacting.
You see? -Nope.
You're on the wrong angle.
Maybe...
I have to use more of the solution.
Here, you see? It's..
Okay.
Hezi, it's so important...
Beet... -To move product around.
-You don't say.
You must replace the vegetables on time.
-I heard you...
This never happened to me before.
Maybe I didn't put in
enough Inspector Gadget?
Yesterday after you left,
I turned to my private bible
Odetta's Cleaning Secrets.
I found a similar case from Passover '92.
Turns out all I was missing
was okra vinegar.
I soaked the stain overnight
and now I have to pick the fruit.
You can come too. Nissim, come!
-Ramzi, I'm busy.
The okra vinegar did all the work,
all that remains...
is to do the unveiling. Ready?
May our enemies
and sources of dirt be off. -Amen.
There is no pot without a lid
and no stain that can't be removed.
Voila.
It's so important to replace
the vegetables on time, Hezi.
Odetta is hardly ever wrong.
Maybe I didn't put...
Maybe the okra expired.
I should have left it on longer.
No harm done.
It's just a stain.
I won't go crazy over a stain.
Ramzi. -Yes, Big Boss.
-You have to let it go.
Let what go?
You haven't done anything all week
but focus on that stain.
It's a matter of seconds.
I just have to let the orange pop soak in
and it will do the job.
No, Ramzi, stop.
It's okay the way it is.
Look, it's starting to work,
it's starting to react.
Alright, so it's starting.
-Yes, but Shira...
Leave it alone.
-It's just one small stain.
Alright, leave it alone.
This is the last time I see you
here with this stain, you hear me?
Yes, Big Boss. -Thank you.
Sometimes you have to admit
that a stain defeated you
and take it like a man.
It's not fair, it's not fair!
I did everything I can!
Begone, be...
It's not fair, it's not fair!
Hey! What's this?
My tears are removing the stain!
My tears, you get it?
My tears, my tears,
they're the secret ingredient
that I've been searching for!
What are the odds?
It turns out that the time I spent
with the cleaning materials
changed their chemical compound.
Tears, what tears?
I put white wine on the stain
before I went home.
White wine's the best.
Yes, very nice.
No, I'm showing you for a reason.
This is a dating app
that only has hot guys, see?
-Yes.
Look at this one.
-And a bare chest is customary?
On this app, yes.
-Do they post a CV too?
Some do, but... -Yes!
Hello.
Oohhh, to what do we owe this honor?
This is the manager,
this is the cashier.
What now? You bought a man in a suit
and you want to return him?
Kohava.
-Very funny, okay.
This is my attorney,
Gabriel Meshulam from...
Vechler and Vechler. -Nice to meet you.
-Likewise. -Shira Steinbuch.
Nice to meet you, Kohava Shavit.
-Alright, Kohava.
What is this about?
Don't feign innocence,
Ms. Shira Steinbuch.
Shall I remind you?
-Amnon, Amnon.
On June 7, '18,
my client purchased an item,
microfiber unisex boxers for men,
hereinafter, the item.
The purchase was made subsequent
aggressive encouragement by an employe
No encouragement involved...
-Encouragement involved. -No.
No encouragement involved.
-Encouragement and how.
Absolutely not.
-Okay, Kohava.
"Issachar Bounty Ltd" or its proxy
refused to take responsibility
for the encouragement.
There simply was none.
-It's okay, Kohava. -Amnon. -Okay.
Ignored my client's complaint,
caused my client emotional distress
and caused him to get on
four different buses.
6.90 each way, not including deodorant.
-Amnon. -Yes?
Emotional? Emotional?
The man has no feelings. -You see?
That's what I'm talking about.
-You see what?
She is scorching me. -Scorching you?
Maybe you're enflaming me!
Kohava. -Amnon. Ladies.
Ms. Steinbuch. -Yes.
We do not seek to quarrel,
we come in peace.
Perhaps before we meet in court
we can reach a compromise.
What compromise?!
-Kohava. -You believe that Titinsky?!
Today it's underpants,
tomorrow it's Q-tips!
Yes, I'll return Q-tips.
-Oh yeah? -Yeah.
You'll return Q-tips?
-If the employee... -Kohava!
If youf employee decides
that I'm medium while I'm extra-large,
then yes, I'll return them and how.
-Really? -Yes.
Okay, Kohava, I don't want to be rash.
I'd like to hear about your compromise.
Hold on.
Damages in the amount of 12,000,
not including VAT.
-Because of underpants?
No, this is unheard of.
This man is insane. -Alright, Kohava.
Fine. Come, Amnon, we're leaving.
-Wait, stop,
hold your horses, Advocate Meshulam.
Do you really want to meet in court
over this matter? -Of course.
We can find a compromise.
-No, 12,000 shekels, that's it.
Ms. Steinbuch, we'll see you in court,
just the hearing will cost you more.
Have a good day. -No problem.
You'll see me there! -But...
You'll see me there, yes,
you'll see me there!
Mr. Vechler! -Let's go.
-Vechler and Vechler,
where's the other Vechler?
-Ma'am. -Bring the other Vechler!
where's the other Vechler?
-Ma'am. -Bring the other Vechler!
Hit me, why don't you?! -Amnon...
They don't know us,,
we'll go all the way. -Exactly.
We'll take them to court,
we'll make them go bankrupt. -Exactly.
Amnon will pay me my retainer
and the sky's the limit. -A retainer?
3,500 as agreed in the contract.
-3,500?
Give me back my money for the underpants.
So at least exchange them for a new pair.
So, so... socks then. -Amnon, stop, one sock.
You must have single socks. Shira!