Cash Register (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Rat - full transcript

"Bounty Issachar"

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To make a long story short,

18 months ago,
when the job was offered to me,

I had my reservations. I mean,

from outstanding army liaison officer
to supermarket manager in Yavneh...?

What ultimately tipped the balance

was the fact that I can help
disadvantaged populations.

It's so easy to turn a blind eye

on these "unsuccessful, inferior" people
and say "shoo!" But no, not me.

I choose to fight for them and persist.



The staff thirsted for an educational,
dominant, ethical individual

to teach them her values
and I can honestly say, between us,

that 18 months later, under my guidance,
they are much more conscionable.

Above all, they are human beings.

There it is!
-Watch it, it'll bite you!

Catch it! Oh my God!
-Nissim, it got away.

Hey!
-Hold on!

Well? -What's going on here?
-There's a rat in the storeroom.

What's the fire for?

Anatoly is lighting its way
so it doesn't step on glass.

"What's the fire for?"
He's hunting it down! Go.

When the fur catches fire
it's Boombamela. -You want to join in?

Yes, they didn't learn that from me.

Let her burn the rat.
-No, no, no!



Are you insane?
Anatoly, turn that off!

Turn that off now!
-What? Problem?

Yes, Anatoly, problem.

We don't harm defenseless creatures.
The rat has feelings, just like you.

Feelings? It's a rat... I spit on rats.
They makes holes in the boxes...

And who cleans up the ooze, the rat?
-Anatoly, we don't spit on rats.

We don't spit on anyone.

The rat is a cognitive creature.
You both came from the same ancestor.

Didn't I say that he and the rat
are from the same mold?

I keep telling myself,
Shira, take a deep, deep breath.

Remember, they're not...
they're not like us.

They grew up in a barbaric environment.

Some were born in Beer Sheva.
We have people here from Ramie.

'm from Ramie.

Ramie has jumped up a notch.
Recently it jumped up a notch and...

Have they opened...
another Tunisian restaurant?

The fried bread with tuna?
-Fricassee. -Fricassee.

You want rat running around
like it runs the supermarket,

your customers: "Oy, oy, oy, a rat,
disgusting!" You want that? Fine.

It's not what I want,
if I got what you mean.

I don't want the rat to run around
the supermarket, no,

but there are humane ways
to handle a rat.

"Humane"?
-Oh, good question.

Humane means catching the rat
without harming it,

then letting it go outdoors with its friends.
-What friends? I burned them all.

Alright, okay, you know what?
Let me handle it. I'll handle it. -Aw...

No "aw" and no "shmaw."

I will see what one does
in a situation like this.

The rat is getting away.
-Anatoly, zip it. -Anatoly...

I'm not new at managing.
-No problem.

Okay. -Okay, then.
-Back to work.

Have a nice shift.
-Thank you, Shira.

I learned as manager
that when you speak with confidence,

things will sink in.
A law of nature.

She's gone, get to it.
-There's the rat, there's the rat!

Give it to her! Finish her off!
-No, no, no! -What, Boss?

What did I say?
Is this what you want?

Give me that. -Don't.

Give me that!
-Don't give it to her, Anatoly.

Anatoly, give me that burner now.
-Fine, give it to her.

Here, take it. "Davai."
Kill the rat.

Anyone who touches this rat
besides me is out of here,

not on a missile, on a rocket!

It's the same thing.

Did I make myself clear?
-Yes. -Yes.

Did I make myself clear?!
-Clear! -Then get back to work.

Hezi, get back to work.
-I want damages. -Ester.

Now take care of rat!
-What a party pooper.

Big deal, so we burnt a rat...
-You really let us down.

If I may toot my own horn...

one of the qualities
I most admire about myself

is my charisma.

Being able to talk while people hang on
to my every word, that's...

Are you with me?
You look sleepy.

He fell asleep.
Should I talk to-you?

Wait, that's -not mine.

Hello, excuse me! -Huh?
-I said that's not mine. Until the crackers.

Okay, why are you shouting?
So I'm a bit tired.

You know since when I've been here?
-You opened 30 minutes ago.

Here we go, another shift manager.

She had these Steve Karen's on,
30 cms heels to the face.

You know how many years
've been dreaming of boots like that?

Then why don't you buy a pair?
-Man to outer space,

you know how they cost?
'm a cashier in a supermarket.

My niece at "Elisha Toast"
at the gas station makes more than me.

Waitresses do get tips
on top of their salary. -As I said.

"Tips"

Why not?
Waitresses get tips, gas attendants,

even the hair washer at George's salon.

And what does she give? A little shampoo
and a bum on the forehead?

I give them their kids' food
plus the shampoo, without the bum.

Thank you.

Here is your change.

Do you have arthritis too?

Go see Prof. Shayman. -Yes.
-Hasharon Hospital. -I'm writing it down.

He's no. 1. -Great.
-He'll solve your problem. -Nice.

It doesn't come natural
for people to tip the cashier.

That's okay, slowly slowly,
we'll help them understand.

"Aroma" cafe wasn't built in a day either.
-Rome. -What?

It's: "Rome wasn't built in a day."
Not "Aroma."

Why, was "Aroma" built in a day?
-No, the saying goes, "Rome..." -Shut up.

You know I have daughters your age?
-I didn't mean to...

I just said I have daughters your age.
I thought of setting you up with one.

That will be 234.90.

Yes, thank you.
How much should I take?

234.90.

What about service?
-No service.

It's not going so well yet.

To change years of habit
it takes all kinds of strategies.

Say "strategies,"
you said "Kohava Shavit."

"Need money to get my GED"

A bounty of specials
at "Bounty Issachar".

Today only, fresh chicken breast.

"My next vacation: Burgas,
Caribbean, Paris, Mikonos, Tiberias"

"Who's stingier?
Ashkenazim / Sephardim"

That's when I remembered
what my mother, RIP, rest in peace,

said to me: "If you want something,
use your femininity."

Wow, you know what they say?

A man who makes bulgur
can do anything right.

Hmm... were you talking to me?

Do you want to hear
about our specials?

Buy body lotion,
you get the whole body for free.

Is everything alright?
-Yes. Why? How about you?

Maybe Steve Karen
and Kohava Shavit weren't meant to be.

In any case, Steve Karen's a gentile.
Who needs a gentile on their body?

Gross...
And I had a gentile.

Here you go.
-Where can I leave...

Oh, of course! Here.
-No, for the needy.

"Our precious has a rare disease.
Needs your help"

What's with the look?
Dyslexia is a rare disease.

Here.
-Thank you.

To his health.
-Amen. Thank you. You too.

Thank you, you shouldn't have.

Bless you.

Maybe a bill,
so it doesn't clog the box.

That's all? Well, you have
to live with yourself, not me.

Kohava?
-Hi! How are you, Shira?

How am I?

I have to hear that my cashier
is sponging off customers?

Oh, that. No, it's not like that.
-It's not like that? -I mean...

I want you to look me in the eye
and tell me why you didn't ask us.

What? -I would expect
that having been here for so long,

you would know that we're your family

and if your son is ill,
we'd be the first to help. -Yes, but...

I don't know what to say...
-You don't have to say anything,

just take this envelope...

"For Kohava"

And put it in your pocket,
from the entire staff. -Uh, uh...

No "uh" and no "buh."
No argument. You can't say no.

Great.

This is our DNA.

You want me to count if
while you're here? -Of course not.

I hope he feels better.
-That's what counts.

Have a nice shift.

Some DNA we have here.

Oh my, I feel bad..

This got out of hand.

The employees donated NIS 1,000.
And they're not rich.

They can barely make ends meet.

I really feel embarrassed.

On the other hand..

With boots like these,
what's to be embarrassed?

Ramzi, take one and pass them around.
-Here, Hezi.

Esti, I translated one for you into Swahili.
-I read Hebrew.

Great, then read the... Hebrew.

I couldn't stop thinking
about that incident with the rat.

I convened an employee session

on "Don't be animals, embrace animals."
I came up with that.

This morning I witnessed
a shocking incident

that gives me the chills.

Several employees
tried to burn a live rat.

Yes, and I won't say their names,
I don't want to humiliate them.

Me. -Me too.

Alright. I appreciate the honesty.

From now on,
no one harms any animal.

Yes, Nissim?

When I fillet a fish for a customer,
is that okay? -Nice one, Nissim.

Nissim, let's leave the meat counter...
for another session, alright?

Now we're focusing on the memo
that I wrote, Kohava,

that has the five don'ts
of "Bounty Issachar" Yavneh,

and I'd like to read them together.

Kohava, can you go first?
Set an example.

Wow... respect... -After all,
Kohava is the most senior among us.

"In our supermarket we don't abuse,
burn or taunt assholes."

Rats, it says "rats."

I'll read the rest, okay?
Thank you, Kohava.

"No scenario whatsoever will result
in harm to any animal that penetrates..."

Ew, a bird!

hate birds!

It will fly out!
-Hit it, hit it...

What are you doing?!
-Anatoly, what did I say?

A winged creature is an animal.
A bird is an animal.

Any living thing is an animal!
-Is Anatoly an animal?

This is the last time!
We don't harm...

Ow!
-What happened?

Murderer!

It hit me.

It's alright, Big Commander.
My sister has a big head too.

They say it indicates much wisdom.

Come, you don't have to see this.

Did you take a picture?
-Yes. -Send it to me.

Careful, the French eat that.
-Send it in the WhatsApp group.

The yellow jeep is still running.

Haya Bismanovsky, 30 plus,
I live close by.

I haven't seen you here before.
-It's my first time in the supermarket.

You've never been here before?
-I've never been to a supermarket before.

Actually, in '96 we were going to buy...

the "glue Square Co-op"
or something like that,

then I visited a supermarket in Raanana
or Ramallah...

Beethoven.
-Thank you. -My pleasure.

Wait, you want to tell me
that you're Haya Bismanovsky,

wife of Shalom Bismanovsky?
-Guilty as charged.

Shalom Bismanovsky the...
-The businessman,

the tycoon, the philanthropist.
-The convicted felon.

The court will decide.
-It has decided.

He was convicted of stock manipulation
to the tune of two billion shekels

and embezzling the pensions
of entire families.

I don't know, I was in charge
of raising the kids. -You have no kids...

We have two Schnauzers, thank you,
Popo and Binyamin,

and Binyamin was inseminated
and we'll have a grandson, God willing.

So this is your first time
shopping in a supermarket?

Yes. And how hard can it be?

Excuse me,

do you have Stilton cheese
from Derbyshire County?

We have yellow cheese.

From Derbyshire County?

This is from Maalot Tarshiha, yes.
-Is that in Derbyshire County?

Lady, that's what we have!
You trying to drive me nuts?

What, Shlomo?
I'm with a customer!

I can't talk.
You trying to drive me nuts too?

Whatever, don't pick me up.
I'll hitch a ride with perverts!

Maybe it's not as easy as I thought.

The staff looks at me as if I'm an alien,
no matter how much I flatter them.

Two-three hours in the pot,
a pinch of salt, pepper. Excellent.

No, I'm not cooking it.
-Ah, yes? Raw is just as good.

But chew very well, if not..

No, sweetheart, it's not for me,
it's for Popo and Binyamin.

Your children?
-The Schnauzers.

try to buy them the freshest meat,
but this will do.

here is your meat for human consumption?
-God, a country full of morons.

Then it all came to a head.

Shalom being in prison,

the grandson Schnauzer
I'll have to raise on my own.

Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?
Crying in the supermarket?

Tell Ramzi what happened.
There's a solution to every problem.

I owe two billion shekels,
half the country hates me,

my husband's in prison,

I don't know how to shop
in a supermarket on my own.

Do you have a solution?
-Uh...

Let's begin from the end.
What troubles you about shopping?

I don't know, everything is so...
complicated and filthy here.

I have never been to a supermarket.

You have never been to a supermarket?
-No.

How I envy you. -Really?

What I wouldn't give
to go back to my first day here...

My first sneeze on the cheese,

my first avalanche of tomatoes,

the first grape you kick under the stand,
so no one will notice.

You know what? -What?
-Give me your hand, I'll go with you.

I'll show you that the supermarket
isn't as bad as you thought.

Ma'am, your carriage awaits.
-We're going in this?

It will be fine, I promise.

Oops.

Please pick that up, Hezi.

We'll press here.

How did it go with Mrs. Bismanovsky?

I gave Mrs. Bismanovsky a tour
of the supermarket.

Yes, I took her to the view point
from the ladder in toiletries.

but in mankind
and primarily in herself.

Here you go. -Ramzi,
I really don't know how to thank you.

am just doing my trusted job.
-No, much more than that.

You taught me that I can be alone.

That I don't need Shalom,
I don't need the assistant,

and not the assistant's assistant,

and not the assistant
of the assistant's assistant.

I can do it on my own.

Bye, sweetheart.

Haya, Haya, the bags.
-Ah, so bring them.

You carried her bags?
-No, I didn't carry her bags.

What would be the point of the lesson?
I gave her the bags,

so she'll learn she can do it alone.
-Where did that happen?

In her kitchen,

but you know what we say,
"slowly slowly."

Next time it will happen on the stairs,
then in the street,

then in the supermarket.

Big Boss?

You can come in, Ramzi.

Oh, what's that?

A trap for the bun thieves?

No, it's a humanitarian trap for the rat.

You see? Look.

You place the cheese in here. -Yes.
-Made of soy milk, of course.

The rat smells the cheese, runs inside,
once its nose touches this stick,

this is'what happens...
It comes down,

the rat is inside
and you can free it safely

in the nearest forest.
-Wow, Boss!

You should be prime minister, really.
-All in good time,

but yes,
at least the employees will see

that there are humane ways
to get rid of unwanted animals

besides burning them alive.

Yes, Ramzi, what did you want?
-Habibian is on his way. -What?

Habibian, the health inspector.

A surprise inspection.

Impossible!

We have a rat in the storeroom.

This week he shut down a supermarket
because of a cockroach in a box.

Luckily our humanitarian trap is ready.
-You think?!

It takes at least a week
for the rat to even go near this!

And I haven't yet bought the flute!
-Oy vay, this is a pickle...

Okay, alright, alright.

Ramzi, get me Anatoly.
-Anatoly went home.

He said you're trampling on his art,
he left in a rage and said some things,

God have mercy.

"Bounty Issachar..."
-It's Habibian.

Yes, Habibian?
You'll be here in 20 minutes?

No, no, yes, no problem, it's...

You're going to start...
in the storeroom?

No, no, no problem, no.
It's not as if we have anything to hide.

Yes, alright.

The pickle got bigger.

I got that. Okay, Ramzi.

You stall him, I'll handle this.
-I can stall him by playing...

Go, Ramzi!

Can you take a break from filming?

Get over here.

Come out!

A wonder.
You won't believe this.

Just before Habibian came,

the rat escaped into the wild
to unite with its family.

A good manager needs luck sometimes.

You know it smells of scorched meat?
-I burned off a wart with liquid nitrogen.

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