Cash Register (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Grandma Stories - full transcript

Kan 11 presents

Big Boss, look what I made.
-What's that?

A "welcome" gift for Kabeda.
The new cleaning person.

Oy, I forgot.
-What happened?

Ramzi, Kabedaba doo...
Kabeda left. Kabeda left.

He did?

When? How?

He told me yesterday
that he found a job

in some geriatric home.
-A geriatric home?

What do they have that we don't?

Don't be sad, Ramzi.
Cleaners change very often.



Yes, but he isn't just any cleaner,
Big Boss, he's Kabeda.

We had so much fun together.
-Ramzi, he was here for two days.

Yes, but what great
two days they were.

48 hours at "Issachar Bounty"
is like seven years in regular time.

Yes. -Yes.

Maybe I offended him...
Maybe I did something that he deemed...

No, no, I don't think so, Ramzi.
You didn't do anything.

His smell is still on the Scotch-Brite.

Ramzi, a new cleaner will come
and I'm sure you'll like him.

But it won't be Kabeda.
-True, it won't be Kabeda...

It won't be Kabeda.

I want Kabeda.

Ramzi has a problem,
he gets attached too fast,

too much, to every new employee.



The main problem is with the cleaners.
-Why is that?

Cleaners frequently change. Every few days
a cleaner quits, gets arrested,

deported, evaporates into thin air
and we don't hear from them anymore.

Kabeda, so young...

Shira tells me
that you get attached to the cleaners.

"Get attached to the cleaners."

What a random statement.
It was only to Kabeda.

And Spencer.

And Makumba,
I got a little attached.

Sibona, Marlenjon, Atef,

Elizabeth, Vlada, Armando,
Timothy "magic hands."

Marcel the guy,
Marcelle the girl.

That's... just this past month.

Checkout

No, not from the end.
-It's not the end,

it's the beginning,
depends where you're looking from.

Do you want it or not?
-Dude, how long for one customer?

Sir, I'm alone here. Patience.
-Then ask for some help.

Maybe I will!
Nissim! Nissim!

Ramzi, Ramzi, get over here.
-How can I assist?

Ramzi, step in for me,
I'll look for Nissim.

He went for lunch
and vanished like an overdrawn account.

Gladly, gladly.
-Thanks, Ramzi.

Or more precisely, whole-heartedly.

Butcher's humor.
-Please finish with me.

Nissim!

Hey, what's going on?
-"What's going on?"

I'm out there on my own,
working my ass off

while you're sleeping
like Winnie the Pooh. Davai!

Sleeping? I took a short nap
to digest the kebabs.

Just get to the meat counter.
-You're such a buzzkill, Anatoly.

My grandma came to me in a dream
with the lottery numbers

and you woke me up.
-Grandma stories again?

Get out there, Nissim. -Alright, give me
another two minutes to digest the tahini.

Wake up! -Okay, I'm coming.
-To the counter.

A nap, big deal.

In Spain it's part of their culture.
They call it "siesta."

They say that the siestas were the cause
of Spain's economic crisis.

They won the World Championship
and EURO League with their siestas,

can hold down the meat counter
at "Issachar Bounty."

Nissim, 14:30, meat counter.
-You go, I'll be right there.

Where are you going?
-I'm going to...

Go, I'll be right there.
-A nap again? You take me for a fool?

Not a nap, Anatoly.

I'm going to the bathroom,
I'll be right there. -Alright.

What? -What?

What? -I'll wait for you
outside the bathroom, Davai.

Are you serious?
I shared my lunch with you,

now you're coming
to the bathroom with me? -Yes.

You know what,
I'm not going to the bathroom.

If you don't trust your brother,
I'll risk irreversible damage

and I won't go to the bathroom.
-Fine.

I'm going to the car for a sec.
-Nissim. Nissim. Nissim!

A nap! Who would've thought?
Like I'm napping at his expense.

You are...
He has to work instead of you.

Dude, you'd think he's mining coal.
What's wrapping up a few dead animals?

He doesn't have to catch them
and kill them. Why can't he be a pal?

15 minutes to rest my head.
I need it, this job is hard as hell.

You said it's wrapping up
a few dead animals.

Now you're trying to trip me up?
When I'm tired?

Grandma came to me in a dream
and that Moldovan is all:

"Nissim, Nissim, wake up, wake up!"
-I hate when that happens to me.

I need my nap, Kohava.
I can't go back to work without it.

As if after a nap
you're employee of the month.

Havivian, Nissim,
the Board of Health, 15:30, he's early.

I love riddles. How many letters?
-Havivian, the Board of Health inspector,

he's coming for a surprise inspection.
Tell Anatoly, okay?

Brandon!
Brandon Barmore!

Like that's all I need,
a surprise inspection.

Now I have to tell Anatoly...
-Wait, wait, wait.

What's your grandma's name?
-Khanam.

Tell Anatoly that Khanam came to you
and told you, not Ramzi.

Do you get where I'm going?
-I'm intrigued.

Ramzi, what's with you?
-Forgive me, Ms. Kohava.

My mood is bleak
due to Kabeda's departure. -Who?

Kabeda. -Kabeda?
-The legendary cleaning guy, yes.

The Eritrean?
But he was only here for two days.

And what two days those were, huh?
What a personality.

You know that in Eritrea
he was a naturopath?

And here's the irony,

he left us on the same day
Gormanzano left seven years ago.

The day is cursed.
-Ramzi, really? What's wrong?

You can't get attached
to the cleaners like this.

I don't get attached to anything.

My dad left home when I was ten,
said he's going to Miami for good.

You know what I said before he left?
-What? -Take the garbage out on your way.

Did he? -That's not the point.
You really have to man up.

You won't make it to 40 this way.
Your heart will give out.

But I have so much yet to do.
I haven't cleaned the ceiling for Passover.

You have to stop getting attached
to the cleaners. -But how?

Just ignore them.
-Ignore them?

How can you ignore someone
who works with you side by side?

How can I do that?

Kohava.

Kohava.

Kohav..

Ah...

You're demonstrating how.
I like that.

Thank you.

That's it, I'm with you.

Ramzi?

Have a good weekend. -Bye.

This week we started a new pilot,
ready-made food for the weekend.

What does a fine manager do?

A fine manager finds the new,
hot trends and... Literally.

And usesthem to further his goals.

Here we go.

This stand is just what I need.
I've hardly eaten in three days.

Mother made a pot of goulash...
from hell.

It smells like socks
after a week in the field.

I left the pot open
so that Isidore, her cat, would finish it.

Turns out cats have their limits too.

I want to taste.
-What? -What's this?

Rice. -That.

More, more, more.
Does it come off your salary?

What is this?
What spices are in this? -Salt. -Ew...

What's this? -Spicy fish stew.
-Give me a taste.

Not from this. -Not from this?
-I can't cut up a whole piece.

Then give me a whole piece.
-To taste? -Here.

Here we go with the talking points.

What's it taste like?
-You never had spicy fish stew?

No, I never had spicy fish stew.

Forgive me on behalf
of the spicy fish stew lobbyists.

It tastes like fish with peppers.
A pinch of paprika, salt.

Do you want a container or not?
-Salt? No, I don't like salt.

What's this? -Cholent. -Can I taste it?
Or is it in one piece too?

From the meat, the meat.

Not too bad. How much does it cost?
-It goes by the container.

Large is 50,
medium is 30, small is 20.

Show me the large one.

And the medium one.

The little one.

Show me the medium again.

The little one.

Put it next to the large one.
I want to see.

Move them away.

Okay, next to each other.

Away. -Do you want some or not?
-I'll take the little one.

Are you sure it'll be enough?
-It's exactly what I need.

Gimme, gimme. I'll put it in.

Okay. Close it for me?
-How?

Do I work here or do you?
Fine, I'll close it.

Don't you have the big lid?
Like for milkshakes? -No.

Alright.

You'll drop it.
-It's fine, Mom, I got this.

It would be a shame...
-I said I got this, okay?

Hey, hold on there, wait...
What did you do?

I brought fresh cholent,
what's the problem?

Now? After I took some?
How do I know how long it's been here?

It's from the same pot, Sir.
-You with the talking points too?

I want from the new tray.
-But it's exactly the same.

I want the new one.
-Fine. Give it.

You want new, you'll get new.
-You knew it, huh?

You knew the new one is coming,
but you let me take from this.

I said "fine."

If you had a lid,
that wouldn't have happened.

Don't get smart with me!

Hey, hey, hey!
Can't you see... this?

Don't you have eyes?

You'll replace it, yes?

Where are you going?
Chef! Chef!

"Issachar Bounty"

Damn, I've had it.

Nissim. Nissim.

Nissim, what is this, Tom and Jerry?
Davai, to the meat counter.

Anatoly, don't ask.
-I'm not. Davai, to the meat counter.

Listen, Grandma came to me
in a dream again.

Nissim, if you don't go
to the meat counter now,

I'll go into your dream, get your grandma
and strangle her with my hands!

Grandma came to me in a dream
and said there's a surprise inspection

by the Board of Health
and there's expired meat in the fridge.

There is no expired meat,
I check the fridges every morning.

To the meat counter!
-Anatoly, I don't believe in dreams either,

but why take a risk?
Let's play it safe.

You check the meat counter,
I'll check the fridge in back.

Come on, let's do it fast.

Very odd. -What?
-Expired necks in the fridge.

I dumped them immediately.
-No way! -Way.

Anatoly, do you get what this means?
Grandma was right!

Nissim, enough with this nonsense.
Grandma Khinam. It's a coincidence.

Grandma said there will be an inspection,
I don't see the inspector.

Good morning, Board of Health.

Put down your knives,
let me see your hands.

It's a miracle.
If not for Grandma in Nissim's dream,

we'd be toast.
-You didn't believe me...

Thank you, Grandma, thank you.
You're THE grandma.

Bless your heart,
see you in the next dream.

Grandma?!

We planted those expired necks
in the fridge.

Now he believes that Grandma
talks to me in my dreams.

From now on, the sky's the limit.

Davai, Nissim, break's over,
to the meat counter.

Anatoly, are you alright? You're alive?
-Why wouldn't I be?

Grandma Khanam,
the one that predicted the inspection,

she came to me again.
-And?

She said that my friend Anatoly
is in grave danger.

Danger? Me?
What did she say?

She said something about...
a trip, a vacation...

Are you planning a vacation?
-Oh, Nissim!

Oh, Nissim, it's...

I'm taking Masha to the Dead Sea.
Maybe there's danger there?

I don't know,
you woke me up in the middle.

Tomorrow I'll take a nap again
and see what she says.

Tomorrow? Take a nap now.
I want to know if there's danger.

Davai, Nissim. -No, dude, it's 15:30,
there's a line at the meat counter.

Wait, you nap, I'll naan age
for 30 minutes. Davai. -30 minutes?

She's an old lady,
it takes time until she arrives.

Okay then, as long as you need.
-As long as I need. -Davai.

And I'm doing this just for you.
-I know, Nissim. Thank you, friend.

Give my regards to Grandma Khinam.
-Khanam. Khanam. -Hanam.

I repeat, the meat grinder isn't designed
to make slime for the nieces.

I accept and respect.

Next announcement:
As you know,

our dear, beloved cleaner
can't keep working,

but don't worry,
I found a worthy replacement,

allow me to introduce..
-Lower.

JJ Spencer. Please.

Say "Hi, JJ."

What's this? -What's wrong?
-Ramzi!

Keep massaging, Naomi.
Is it Ramadan? Is he fasting?

Kohava was right,
won't withstand another goodbye,

so I am maintaining
an unpleasant interaction

with JJ Spencer Bartholomew Jr.
or whatever his name is.

Okay, here we are.
This is your new company vehicle.

We call it Yolanda.

Ramzi.

Can you come here a second?

Ramzi.

Yes, Big Boss.

I'd like you to show JJ
how to use Yolanda.

Why me? -Why you?
Who knows Yolanda better than you?

Fine. But let me make this clear,
it's for Yolanda, not for him.

Ramzi.
-Up, up, get ou-

Good luck.

To tell you that I don't hold back
on complimenting his mopping skills?

Or how he handles the dustpan?
Could be. But what does it matter?

In two days he'll be arrested
or deported or off to a geriatric home.

Fine, fine, fine.
-Ma'am, I know my job.

You see what you did?
I can't work like this!

Nissim? -Huh?
-Well? -What?

Did Grandma come? -Who?

Khinam.
-Khanam, yes, she came.

Well, what's the danger?
-She said...

something, I don't know,
a name with the letter I,

I couldn't make it out.
You know someone with an I?

Irena? -Irena, yes. Who's Irena?
-Nissim, Masha mustn't know about Irena.

What did she say about Irena, Nissim?
Nissim! -Huh?

What did Grandma say about Irena?
-I don't know, that's all for now.

Tell Grandma, Irena is serious business.
-Dude, does she work for you?

Keep annoying her,
she won't come at all.

But why does it take so long?
-It's noontime by them too.

Maybe Grandma is napping.
Besides, I can't hear her,

with you pounding on the schnitzels like that.
-You're right, I'll be quiet.

Is anyone here?
-Quiet, you're disturbing the neighbors!

Anatoly. -Huh?
-I'm cold.

Anatoly, why are you alone?
-Huh? -Why are you alone?

Uh... alone... uh... alone?
Well, Nissim.

he's filling an order... a big order.

I don't care, I'm not alone.
I'm with customer, I'm working.

I didn't understand what... Alright.

Anatoly, can I talk to you?

Excuse us, alright?
-Excuse me, Ma'am. -Sshhh...

Come closer.

We got advance warning again
about a surprise inspection.

Check the fridges,
make sure all's A-Okay, alright?

Alright, Nissim is doing the order,
I handle the inspection.

Every day an inspection.
-Sshhh... keep it down.

Wait, it's...

What did you just say? Again?
He was here...

Excuse me.

You said "again" Like before...
-Again.

Like last time when Ramzi got a heads up
and told Nissim.

Ah, Ramzi told Nissim. -Sshhh...
Anatoly, could you please...

You're... Russian,
you know about secrecy. -Damn!

Where are you... -Where did he go?
I'm waiting for my schnitzels.

No, he...

And what am I here for?

Schnitzels.

Ew...

Hello?

Hello?
anyone here?

Anatoly!

Anatoly, open up,
I don't know how I got here.

Oh, it's frozen?
Uh... tak...

take a nap, ask Grandma,
maybe she'll tell you how to open.

What? -You heard me.
You think I'm a moron?

Ramzi told you about the inspection.
-Anatoly, I can explain,

it wasn't me, it was Kohava.

Anatoly, open up!

What? What do you want from me?
-Huh? -Stop trying to befriend me.

I don't want to be your friend!

I want nothing to do with you
or... your impeccable mopping

or your flawless spraying.

And I want nothing to do with...

Ramzi, it's okay, I get you.
-You get nothing.

You're afraid JJ will leave?

You don't want to get attached
and be hurt.

What if the police take you?
Huh?

Like they took Timothy "magic hands."
-Don't worry. I have visa.

What if you find a better job
at a geriatric home?

Like Kabeda, "the tile tyrant."

Better than here?

This is paradise,
do I have to tell you that?

I love...

I love you,
JJ Spencer Bartholomew Jr.

I always loved you!

I have so much to tell you
that has been weighing on my stomach.

I even have a nickname for you,

JJ, "the floor slayer."
-You're a floor slayer.

What? Me? A floor slayer?
-You. -You're a... -You.

You. -You.
-You're... very thick.

Soon you'll tell me everything,

first JJ will clean up the parking lot
and then. -Good. Alright, beloved.

Go, go, go... Slay them.

That JJ, what a guy.

Big Boss.

You said you have unpleasant news.

Don't tell me someone turned over
the smiley cookies

and now they're frown cookies.
-No, Ramzi, it's not about cookies.

Come sit down.
-Okay. Tell me, have you seen JJ?

He went to the parking lot
and hasn't come back.

that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Okay.

Ramzi... uh... tell me...
did you ever have... a dog?

I had a goat.

Tabuleh.

And what happened to him?

One day, on Eid al-Fitr,
if I'm not mistaken,

Mother said he decided
to move to goat land.

Okay.
-Presumably he still lives there.

Presumably.

So... our JJ
moved to another country,

to... cleaner land.

Cleaner land? -Yes.

It's a land where... everyone is...
a supermarket cleaner.

It's very... clean.

And I'm sure that JJ feels
very happy there.

It's odd he never told me.

But as long a he's happy.
-Yes. -Yes.

Excuse me a moment, alriqht?
-Sure. -Thank you.

Hello, Mama?

Mama,
cancel the tickets to Aqaba.

No, no.

I have a more attractive destination
for Father's birthday.

Cleaner land.

Cholent for 19.90,
Black Friday, on special!

First come, first served!
No pushing! No pushing!

There's enough
to go around!, Cholent!

Translation: Tammy King
Subtitles: Trans Titles Ltd.