Hatufim (2009–2012): Season 2, Episode 5 - Pkida Plugatit - full transcript

Previously on Prisoners of War

I'm not staying.

Your husband left you.

The man you waited for
all those years

doesn't want to be with you anymore.

You're going to be
the most eligible bachelor in Israel.

Don't make me beg.

Give me another chance.

Mom? Are you all right?

I'm sleeping. Let me sleep.

Operation Judah
died along with Atar.



If anything happens,
she knows anything.

Start running.

We don't need the girl anymore.

It's over.

Good night, Lalie.

Atar withdrew 5,000 shekels
almost every month.

For how long?

Did you count them?

About 200.
Which comes out...

17 years.

Kaplan was here this week
asking the same questions.

Kaplan?

Remember I told you
I thought Atar was sick?

Because he saw
a doctor every week?



Dr. Ze'ev Kaplan.

Amiel.

Where is he?

On which side?

Atar.

Payment stubs...

to who?

And of course,

Dr. Kaplan.

What does he have to do

with all this?

What do you know
about Dr. Kaplan?

He's a highly respected psychiatrist,

an expert on extreme situations,

trauma and overcoming trauma.

Like you.

We've worked together.

He's in the gray area
of my field.

Do you know where he is?

Yeah.

Walk out the door, take a right,
get in the elevator,

go up one floor, get out,
take a right,

20 steps
and you're at his office.

He works here?
-Yeah.

So where is he?

It's 4 a.m,.
where are you going?

Bad idea.

"Ze'ev, it's important we talk soon.
Haim Cohen"

That'll work too.

Shit...

Assi Cohen, Yoram Tolledano,
Ishai Golan

Yael Abecassis, Milli Avital,
Adi Ezroni

Hadar Razon Rotem, Yousef Sweid,
Yonatan Uziel

Sendi Bar, Gal Zaid,
Yael Eitan, Guy Selnick

Created by
Gideon Raff

Casting - Hila Yuval
Script Editor - Michal Shorer

DP - Itai Neeman
Production Designer - Ido Dolev

Costume - Laura Sheim, Line Producer -
Assaf Nawi, Makeup - Nili Levi

Sound - Arie Ben Weiss, Mix - Itzik Cohen
Composer - Amit Poznanski

Editor - Simon Herman
Producer - Liat Benasuly

Written and Directed by
Gideon Raff

Prisoners of War

Morning.
-Hey.

Coffee?

What a hangover.

Yeah, huh?

You had a crazy night.

Listen, about last night...

I'm sorry.
We must have made a lot of noise.

And I broke a lamp.
I'll pay for it.

I made a mess yesterday,
I'm sorry.

The lamp's on me.
And the rest is taken care of.

What do you mean,
"the rest"?

How much do you remember
from last night?

Not much.

I came home with...

Remember the girl
from the bar?

The redhead.
-Yeah, she's cute.

No, she's okay.

What do you mean?

Where...
When did she...

A few hours ago.

I paid for her cab this morning.
After all...

What do I owe you?
-Oh, please.

Thanks, Oren.
-She was very pretty.

You old dog.

You know
who she reminded me of?

What was her name again?

You know,
our platoon secretary.

The pretty one with curly hair.

Come on!
-I don't know.

Fuck.
I hate when this happens.

Gabriela? Daniela?

Anyway,

the apartment in Ramat Gan
is ready.

I could never repay you,

you know that, right?

What do you want?
Just name it.

Really?

Well, if you insist.

Don't worry,
I'll think of something.

I have a few presentations to do.
I'll visit you in Ramat Gan later.

Bye.

Yes?

Hey. Dana.

What are you doing here?

I have a patient outside.
-She's waiting, I spoke to her.

She looks totally screwed up.

I have to talk to you.

Yes, but you know that...

I'm screwing your son,
so you can't be my therapist?

I'd put it differently, but... yes.

I'll make it short.

It's about my mom.

Talia?

Go away.

Talia?

Talia, it's Shmuel.

Shmuel Ostrovsky.

I'm sorry, Dr. Ostrovsky.
-Call me Shmuel.

Anyway, Shmuel...
I have the flu.

I have a fever.

This isn't a good time.

I'm in no shape to have guests,
I'm very sorry.

Goodbye.
-Talia, I...

Dana gave me her key

in case you didn't let me in.

She told me
all about Nimrode.

Stupid girl.

I took the vase from downstairs,
I hope you don't mind.

Flowers always made my wife
feel better.

Dr. Ostrovsky...
-Call me Shmuel, please.

I...

I haven't brushed my teeth yet...

I have no makeup on.
-It's okay. -No, it isn't.

Please.

Now is not the time.

My wife couldn't stand you.

What?

But I admired you.

Like everyone else.

All the struggles, the speeches,

the meetings,

your devotion to your husband.

I went everywhere.
Rabin Square, Zion Square,

the protest tent, the marches.

Every time you asked
for something on TV, I was there.

Like everyone in the country.
-Everyone but your wife.

She couldn't stand you,
may she rest in peace.

My wife always said
you were cold,

that you did it all
for your own sake,

and I said
we only saw one side,

we didn't see the tears,
the crises, the breakdowns.

Hey.

It's okay to be sad,

it's even okay
to feel sorry for yourself.

May I?

What did your wife die of?

She had...

stomach cancer.

It happened very quickly.

I spoke to a friend who specializes
in this kind of post-traumatic stress.

Former POWs.

She said that the family

is the first thing they tear apart.

Any structure

that replicates captivity.

I know.

"Captivity replication".
I know.

Talia, PTSD is a real problem.

Yes.

Yes.
But you don't buy it?

You know the most
pathetic thing about this?

All the years I waited...

I didn't go out with men.

I didn't even consider it.

He's my husband,
I'm his wife.

My role was perfectly clear to me.

I'll wait.

Of course I'll wait.

I'll fight.

I won't rest until he's back home.

And when he's back home

we'll be happy.

What a great excuse, captivity.

Women wait,

men leave.

That's all.

It has nothing to do with PTSD,
with captivity.

Men cheat.

Cheat?

What is it?
-A letter he gave me

17 years ago.

Before he went
to the base.

He asked...

He demanded that I not open it
until he got back.

I didn't open it.

To avoid bad luck, at first.

He said not to open it, so...

I was afraid if I opened it...

Then I thought,
what could it say?

It can't be good.

What if he planned to leave me?

How could I go on fighting,
knowing that?

Yes, but now,

why don't you open it now?

Your wife was right, Shmuel.

There's no reason
to admire me.

The big challenge is...

it's hard to remember
that I was somebody

before I married my wife,

that I had a purpose

before I met her,

and that you had a purpose

before you turned into
a "POW's wife".

You just have to remember
what it was.

I once had a patient

who suffered
from acute depression.

He lost his wife
to a horrible disease

and he wouldn't
get out of bed either.

He just wanted to die.

We took
one small step at a time.

On the first day
he put his feet on the floor,

on the second day he sat down
in front of the mirror,

on the third day
he forced himself to smile.

Small steps.

How much do I owe you
for the session?

God forbid.

If that were a session,

I couldn't, even later on,

invite you to have coffee with me.

And that's exactly
what I plan to do.

Dad, a little to the right.
Sorry, the left.

Now, Hatzav, up a little.

Okay, Dad. Pull a little.

Hatzav, more to the right.

Now a little to the left...

Dad, pull a little.
Hatzav, to the right.

No, sorry, push the left.

Okay, now do the Hokey-Pokey
and turn yourselves around,

that's what it's all about.

Damn it, Dana, this is heavy.

Then what's your problem?

Hold it up straight
and bring it inside.

You guys...

The TV will go over there.

Where's the couch from?

Oren. It's his old couch.

It was in the storeroom.

The rest, too. It's all his.

I'll get us something to drink.

This Oren guy sounds annoying.

Annoying?

He gave Dad
the apartment for free.

What's annoying about that?

That's how he sounds to me.
Arrogant.

Want to see
the rest of the apartment?

You mean
it gets even more exciting?

I can't, I'm late.

My commander would fire me
if he could.

Want to have lunch together, Hatzav?

I can't, I'm going to Tal's,
he's having his enlistment party.

Great apartment.

Call if you feel lonely.

We'll talk later, okay?

Dad, are you okay?

What... Yeah, sure.

I'm fine.

Go on,
you don't want to be late.

Thanks for the help.

Did you notice
he didn't ask about Mom?

He doesn't want to put us
in the middle, that's all.

You're Oren, right?
-Yeah.

I'm Dana.

The POW's daughter?

Dana.

Hello. Wow.

You've grown.

I'm on my way to see your dad,
to bring him a few things I found.

Very nice of you.

You see, Hatzav? He is nice.

What? I didn't...

We'll probably see
a lot of each other now.

Nice to meet you.

Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

Nimrode?

Are you here?

Hey.

Look what I found.

Where are the glasses?

Are you okay?

Tell me
what happened last night.

I didn't do anything
to that girl, did I?

I hope you did.
-Oren, I'm serious.

You had too much to drink...

Oh my god, what did I do?

She's fine, just a little scared.

Forget it. It's taken care of.

Taken care of? Are you crazy?
What did I do to her?

You had a nightmare, that's all.

You started to...

Forget it. It's all right.

You had a nightmare,

you went a little crazy.

You know
you have nightmares.

Less and less since I left home.

It's...

under control,
it's getting better.

Good. Great.

What?

What?

At least once a night
you wake me up,

screaming.

Tell me what I did.

Nothing. You...
-Tell me what I did.

Ze'ev.

Haim.

Sorry, I saw your note,
but I don't have time right now.

Another day? -It'll only take a second,
it's about an investigation of mine,

I wanted to consult with you.

What does it have
to do with me?

I'm not sure yet.

I'll have my secretary
make you an appointment,

but it won't be today.
Maybe next week.

It's about Atar Shorrer.

What about Atar Shorrer?

I know you met once a week.

Must I remind you...
-Confidentiality died with him.

Death doesn't change anything.

Confidentiality only applies
if he was your patient.

However,
if he was your employer...

I have to go.
Sorry, I can't help you.

We have to talk about this soon.

I brought you coffee.

No milk, the way you like it.

Thanks.

What time is it? -You fell asleep.
We didn't want to wake you,

although visiting hours
ended a while ago.

I should get going.

Don't worry,
she's in good hands.

We love her.

She'll get over it soon.
It wasn't severe this time.

She's okay.

Thanks, Yochi.

No, no, no...

I'm so sorry,

I'm so sorry.

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

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, I can imagine.

You should've called the police

and had them arrest me.

Your friend paid me.

He explained everything.

You should've seen yourself
last night...

You went berserk.

You looked so lost
and so miserable.

One minute you were asleep,
and then...

you woke up
screaming in Arabic.

It was terrifying,

so I held you closer
to calm you down

but you grabbed me.

And...

you looked right through me.

You're lucky your friend was there
to stop you.

We're both lucky.

I don't know, Nimrode,
I think you should talk to someone.

I'll get treatment, I promise.
I swear.

I'm so sorry.

What's going on?

What is this?

Ynon.

Ynon, calm down.

Calm down.

Close your eyes and begin.

Two guards at the door
with rifles crosswise.

An Uzi on the right,

the fatter one has an AK-47,
unloaded.

A guard behind you
with a hunting knife,

an iron pipe at my 3 o'clock.

And on the desk?

Two pencils in the middle,

one facing me,
one facing you.

In the upper right-hand corner
is an eraser, on the left is a stamp.

A glass on your left,

three safety pins
above the drawer.

A cigarette in front of you.

"Time"

Wait, there was a marble, too.

Haim,

ever heard of a facility
called Sira?

Exactly. In the Negev.

He's here,
but I don't know how to get in.

That's the good news.

The bad news?

They're watching me.

I imagine they're listening, too.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Zeev,

Haim says you should talk
as soon as possible.

Bring her in.

Michaela.

Her name was Michaela.

Small steps.

I wondered how long it would
take you to find me.

Hello, Michaela.

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I don't know anything
about anything.

You don't know
why you followed me here?

I didn't even know
that I followed you here.

This is the most sensitive place.

Six soldiers.

It'll take them
at least 20 minutes to get here.

Operation Judah.
-What did you say?

Operation Judah.
What is it?

Did you tell Talia
what happened?

Where were you?
What's the smile for?

Dana, what do you want from me?
I'm the same as always.

I don't think he should be there.

He's spitting distance from
the border, from the soldiers.

If he wants to pass a message
he'll have no problem.

Hi. What's new?