Kacha Ze (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript
Meeting an old flame in a class for quitting smoking.
We torture ourselves and decide
that we picked the wrong time.
We wait for a less stressful time
to come along,
but when this time arrives,
the reason for us to change ourselves
and our lives, vanishes.
But this time will never arrive,
because our lives become
more and more stressful.
When we grow up
and leave our parents' home...
Sorry.
When we leave the home
where we were raised,
we naturally start our own home,
have kids, take out a mortgage,
find a job that interests us, or doesn't,
but that's an illusion as well,
because the most
stressful time in life
is early childhood
and adolescence.
You've all gotten yourselves
into a huge labyrinth.
When we enter this labyrinth,
our mind becomes fuzzy,
confused,
and we chase after our own tail
trying to escape.
The fear that
for the sake of freedom
we'd have to survive
an undefined period of misery,
the fear of not being focused,
of not handling stressful situations,
that we we won't be able
to feel self-confident
without our crutches,
the fear that our personality
and character will change,
is just fear.
The fear that a dinner or an evening
with friends won't go well...
Excuse me,
am I disrupting something?
Sorry.
You two want to talk outside?
-No, sorry.
Okay.
The fear that our personality
and character will change,
is just fear.
I want you to think of that
on your cigarette break
which I'm sure you really want.
Relax, it won't be your last cigarette.
The next break will be the last cigarette
you ever smoke. Thank you.
So...
have I changed so much
you didn't recognize me?
No, it's the pressure and...
You look horrible.
You think?
It looks bad.
It's mousy grey, what's the problem?
You haven't changed,
you're still boring.
You haven't changed either.
Nice of you to say, thanks.
I mean, your personality.
Nice of you to say, thanks.
It didn't come out right.
You look very cute.
That's why I recognized you.
So what's new?
Other than this humiliation?
It's your fault I'm here, you know.
My fault? Why?
-You taught me how to smoke.
You taught ME how to smoke.
Right.
I did it to impress you.
I'm sorry.
But I'm glad I left my mark.
Thanks a lot.
It would've happened anyway, no?
-You never know.
So you're mad at me?
-Very.
I think I deserve compensation.
Such as?
What are you doing now?
We've got this crap.
I have an idea.
Let's get outta here.
What?
-Cone
They're like animals here.
We'll get as far away as possible,
and find ourselves in there again.
So?
What've you been up to
all these years?
Nothing.
Good.
Bye.
-Bye.
I mean...
-And yet?
Lots of stuff, but nothing specific.
Did you get married?
Divorced? Have kids?
Oh, that's what happens?
-Usually.
Then I was right when I said...
-Yeah? -"Nothing".
So you're a career bulldozer?
-Oh, it's either this or that?
What else?
It's weird,
people diss their kids
and their jobs,
but those things define them.
Are you supposed to be defined
by what makes your life hell?
So you never got married,
that's fine.
Remember we said we'd get married
when we grow up?
No.
-You really forgot?
How can I remember something
that never happened?
You took me window shopping
for wedding dresses.
You're making this up.
-Am not.
I'll tell you what did happen.
-Yes?
You raped me.
That never happened.
-You bet it did.
What did you just say to me?
Yep, you invented this game...
-Of course.
Where the earth is on the verge
of extinction. -Yes?
And robots come... -Cool!
-To earth, to save the humans,
and in order to save them,
they fuck them.
I assume I was the robot.
-Indeed you were.
That's not rape.
We saved the world,
I'm a super-hero.
If it's convenient for you
to remember it this way.
Did we really...
You did.
I did what...?
You did what you thought
that word means at the time.
Okay, and was I close?
Pretty close.
And how did I do?
I hope you've improved since then.
Ouch.
How was the feedback
you got over the years?
You're right, not too good.
Bad feedback.
No, but...
I'm sorry if I scarred you...
I was a retarded kid.
It's fine,
back then
I used to throw cats
from the 3rd floor.
So did .
It takes the brain time to develop.
I believe my brother
invented that game.
I think he played it with me.
-Cut it out.
I swear.
I'm getting this image...
Okay.
A nice one...
Yep, I'm pretty sure
he let me blow him.
No big deal.
-It's a good thing we met.
Yep.
It's not terrible.
I mean, it is, but...
as you said,
those were different times.
Did you two ever discuss it?
-Of course not.
Yeah...
Do you need a moment?
No.
That moment just happened.
We're getting through
this moment together.
Ready to order?
Coffee? Beer?
Beer.
What brand?
Whatever's tasty.
-Cool.
Thanks.
You know who's gay?
No.
Oh, I do!
The short guy,
the greengrocer's son.
Have you heard about Amir Panini?
-Yuck, that sleaze?
If there's one person I hated...
He died two years ago.
-Oh, really?
Bummer.
Yep.
-But he deserved it.
Perhaps.
We're at that age where it starts.
-What, dying?
Dying.
-It started long ago.
Yeah, but it's getting
more frequent.
What've you had folks die of?
-Lately?
Everyone, including grandmas.
Let's see...
War.
Only people you knew.
-Yes.
Childbirth death.
Mother or baby?
Both.
Ouch.
You asked for it.
Go on.
Accident,
heartache,
infection,
cancer in...
my dog.
Dogs don't count.
I'll turn the table on you!
Suicide,
stupid suicide...
Why stupid?
A good friend of mine
argued with his wife,
and I don't know
if it was out of despair
or just to piss her off,
but he got up, ran to the window,
opened it, and jumped
from the 15th story.
-Whoa...
Stupid.
Was she pissed off?
She got the message.
He should've killed himself alive.
-What does that mean?
That if you're already
willing to kill yourself
and to give up your life,
then why do something
so final?
Just give up all you've got,
the wife, kids, job,
erase everything
and start a new life.
Good idea.
-My invention.
You should've told him.
-You should've called to ask.
You should've called him.
I don't know him.
Nor will you.
Cheers.
You're a stitch...
What about your list?
Of dead people?
How much time do you have?
I have time.
-Okay.
Well...
War,
car accident,
old age,
suicide by gunshot,
twice,
terrorist attack...
What the heck?!
Another car accident,
heart attack,
cancer, cancer, cancer...
I have another cancer death.
I'll see your two cancers
and raise you
a flesh-eating bacteria.
Enough, you're just going through
the term "death" in the encyclopedia.
I wish,
and don't say encyclopedia
because you sound
100 years old.
I'm proud to be 100 years old.
Every year we survive
is a victory.
Look what a list you've got there,
you can hold your head up high.
Yeah, but being 100 is gross.
It's a victory, I tell you.
I work out at a gym
for old folks,
really old,
not like us.
Ancient. -Yes.
Who've been old for a long time,
and they prance around
like peacocks.
When a lady walks by
they look at her like,
boy, would I do you,
if my walker wasn't getting
in the way.
They're 80+ years old.
Anywho...
And don't say "anywho".
Anyway,
a lady walks in one day
and declares: "Duvid died!"
She wasn't even trying
to hide her gloat.
Everyone stars yelling:
"How? He was so young!"
"Impossible, he was here
working out yesterday!"
You could feel their relief
that the angel of death
visited last night
but spared
For now.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Death is a terrible idea.
You don't approve?
-Not at all.
It should've been done in parts.
-Explain.
Where you live a little,
die a little,
then live a little more,
die a little more.
But then you'd always have
the fear of dying.
No, no...
Okay.
"It's four o'clock, not yet five
"The wind is blowing
and I'm excited
"Mom is home..."
Don't you remember any of it?
-Vaguely.
Okay, from the top:
"It's four o'clock, not yet five
"The wind is blowing
and I'm excited
"Mom is home but she's asleep
"She doesn't know
what's going on..."
"What?"
-Thanks.
"Drinking vodka and getting high
"Where's the orange juice?"
"I feel...
-Tall inside
"Closed in a box
"My face is shrinking."
Yes!
You know what's my
memory of you?
What? The robot?
That's the second best.
The first is the chocolate spread
your mom used to make.
She still makes it.
-Really? -Yep,
for my kids,
I can get you some.
How old are your kids?
13 and 15.
Wow, they're older than us.
I know it's weird.
Are you sad you don't have kids?
Are you glad you do?
Weird question.
-Why?
Nobody ever asked me that.
Didn't you ask yourself?
It's not like I can
do anything about it.
It's fine,
it must be fine without, too.
Is that okay to say?
Not near your kids,
but I think most people
feel that way.
I'd estimate that the amount of time
people love being with their kids
and with the family in general
is around 10%.
You rounded it up.
5%?
7.5%?
So why do you keep
that format going on and on?
You think it's the only thing
people do and later regret?
So you do regret it.
I regret nothing,
only what I didn't do.
Such as?
Getting a driver's license
and sleeping with a girl.
This is me.
With the flower pots.
Looks nice.
Wanna come up for coffee?
That blunt? "Come up for coffee?
-You're such a bitch...
How pathetic!
How do we get
over that hurdle now?
Help me out here.
I've kicked the married men habit,
sorry.
I got divorced five years ago.
Okay.
We've added that to the equation.
Anymore excuses?
What's up, hero?
-Hey.
Quit smoking?
-Uh... yeah.
It was a long lecture.
-Very long, yep.
It was long...
but great.
But very long.
But great.
I don't get how this method works,
but it does.
It was six hours long,
wasn't it?
And it all took place
at that venue, it's like...
a school classroom.
It felt weird, because it was
like going back to school,
which is weird,
but it wasn't a full classroom,
there were only 10 or 12 people,
maybe even 8,
8-10, something like that, and...
and one of the participants reminded me
of someone I went to school with,
her name was Merav or...
I think, or Hila...
Yes, her name was Hila,
and she looks like she'd have
no problem quitting.
Like, even when
we had to smoke,
she didn't.
They send you on a cigarette break
and tell you
that it isn't your last cigarette,
but the one after that
will be your last,
and they tell you
that your mind is fuzzy,
and that you feel paralyzed
and miserable
and dazed,
and you...
leave the lecture all cured.
Amazing.
What?
-What?
that we picked the wrong time.
We wait for a less stressful time
to come along,
but when this time arrives,
the reason for us to change ourselves
and our lives, vanishes.
But this time will never arrive,
because our lives become
more and more stressful.
When we grow up
and leave our parents' home...
Sorry.
When we leave the home
where we were raised,
we naturally start our own home,
have kids, take out a mortgage,
find a job that interests us, or doesn't,
but that's an illusion as well,
because the most
stressful time in life
is early childhood
and adolescence.
You've all gotten yourselves
into a huge labyrinth.
When we enter this labyrinth,
our mind becomes fuzzy,
confused,
and we chase after our own tail
trying to escape.
The fear that
for the sake of freedom
we'd have to survive
an undefined period of misery,
the fear of not being focused,
of not handling stressful situations,
that we we won't be able
to feel self-confident
without our crutches,
the fear that our personality
and character will change,
is just fear.
The fear that a dinner or an evening
with friends won't go well...
Excuse me,
am I disrupting something?
Sorry.
You two want to talk outside?
-No, sorry.
Okay.
The fear that our personality
and character will change,
is just fear.
I want you to think of that
on your cigarette break
which I'm sure you really want.
Relax, it won't be your last cigarette.
The next break will be the last cigarette
you ever smoke. Thank you.
So...
have I changed so much
you didn't recognize me?
No, it's the pressure and...
You look horrible.
You think?
It looks bad.
It's mousy grey, what's the problem?
You haven't changed,
you're still boring.
You haven't changed either.
Nice of you to say, thanks.
I mean, your personality.
Nice of you to say, thanks.
It didn't come out right.
You look very cute.
That's why I recognized you.
So what's new?
Other than this humiliation?
It's your fault I'm here, you know.
My fault? Why?
-You taught me how to smoke.
You taught ME how to smoke.
Right.
I did it to impress you.
I'm sorry.
But I'm glad I left my mark.
Thanks a lot.
It would've happened anyway, no?
-You never know.
So you're mad at me?
-Very.
I think I deserve compensation.
Such as?
What are you doing now?
We've got this crap.
I have an idea.
Let's get outta here.
What?
-Cone
They're like animals here.
We'll get as far away as possible,
and find ourselves in there again.
So?
What've you been up to
all these years?
Nothing.
Good.
Bye.
-Bye.
I mean...
-And yet?
Lots of stuff, but nothing specific.
Did you get married?
Divorced? Have kids?
Oh, that's what happens?
-Usually.
Then I was right when I said...
-Yeah? -"Nothing".
So you're a career bulldozer?
-Oh, it's either this or that?
What else?
It's weird,
people diss their kids
and their jobs,
but those things define them.
Are you supposed to be defined
by what makes your life hell?
So you never got married,
that's fine.
Remember we said we'd get married
when we grow up?
No.
-You really forgot?
How can I remember something
that never happened?
You took me window shopping
for wedding dresses.
You're making this up.
-Am not.
I'll tell you what did happen.
-Yes?
You raped me.
That never happened.
-You bet it did.
What did you just say to me?
Yep, you invented this game...
-Of course.
Where the earth is on the verge
of extinction. -Yes?
And robots come... -Cool!
-To earth, to save the humans,
and in order to save them,
they fuck them.
I assume I was the robot.
-Indeed you were.
That's not rape.
We saved the world,
I'm a super-hero.
If it's convenient for you
to remember it this way.
Did we really...
You did.
I did what...?
You did what you thought
that word means at the time.
Okay, and was I close?
Pretty close.
And how did I do?
I hope you've improved since then.
Ouch.
How was the feedback
you got over the years?
You're right, not too good.
Bad feedback.
No, but...
I'm sorry if I scarred you...
I was a retarded kid.
It's fine,
back then
I used to throw cats
from the 3rd floor.
So did .
It takes the brain time to develop.
I believe my brother
invented that game.
I think he played it with me.
-Cut it out.
I swear.
I'm getting this image...
Okay.
A nice one...
Yep, I'm pretty sure
he let me blow him.
No big deal.
-It's a good thing we met.
Yep.
It's not terrible.
I mean, it is, but...
as you said,
those were different times.
Did you two ever discuss it?
-Of course not.
Yeah...
Do you need a moment?
No.
That moment just happened.
We're getting through
this moment together.
Ready to order?
Coffee? Beer?
Beer.
What brand?
Whatever's tasty.
-Cool.
Thanks.
You know who's gay?
No.
Oh, I do!
The short guy,
the greengrocer's son.
Have you heard about Amir Panini?
-Yuck, that sleaze?
If there's one person I hated...
He died two years ago.
-Oh, really?
Bummer.
Yep.
-But he deserved it.
Perhaps.
We're at that age where it starts.
-What, dying?
Dying.
-It started long ago.
Yeah, but it's getting
more frequent.
What've you had folks die of?
-Lately?
Everyone, including grandmas.
Let's see...
War.
Only people you knew.
-Yes.
Childbirth death.
Mother or baby?
Both.
Ouch.
You asked for it.
Go on.
Accident,
heartache,
infection,
cancer in...
my dog.
Dogs don't count.
I'll turn the table on you!
Suicide,
stupid suicide...
Why stupid?
A good friend of mine
argued with his wife,
and I don't know
if it was out of despair
or just to piss her off,
but he got up, ran to the window,
opened it, and jumped
from the 15th story.
-Whoa...
Stupid.
Was she pissed off?
She got the message.
He should've killed himself alive.
-What does that mean?
That if you're already
willing to kill yourself
and to give up your life,
then why do something
so final?
Just give up all you've got,
the wife, kids, job,
erase everything
and start a new life.
Good idea.
-My invention.
You should've told him.
-You should've called to ask.
You should've called him.
I don't know him.
Nor will you.
Cheers.
You're a stitch...
What about your list?
Of dead people?
How much time do you have?
I have time.
-Okay.
Well...
War,
car accident,
old age,
suicide by gunshot,
twice,
terrorist attack...
What the heck?!
Another car accident,
heart attack,
cancer, cancer, cancer...
I have another cancer death.
I'll see your two cancers
and raise you
a flesh-eating bacteria.
Enough, you're just going through
the term "death" in the encyclopedia.
I wish,
and don't say encyclopedia
because you sound
100 years old.
I'm proud to be 100 years old.
Every year we survive
is a victory.
Look what a list you've got there,
you can hold your head up high.
Yeah, but being 100 is gross.
It's a victory, I tell you.
I work out at a gym
for old folks,
really old,
not like us.
Ancient. -Yes.
Who've been old for a long time,
and they prance around
like peacocks.
When a lady walks by
they look at her like,
boy, would I do you,
if my walker wasn't getting
in the way.
They're 80+ years old.
Anywho...
And don't say "anywho".
Anyway,
a lady walks in one day
and declares: "Duvid died!"
She wasn't even trying
to hide her gloat.
Everyone stars yelling:
"How? He was so young!"
"Impossible, he was here
working out yesterday!"
You could feel their relief
that the angel of death
visited last night
but spared
For now.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Death is a terrible idea.
You don't approve?
-Not at all.
It should've been done in parts.
-Explain.
Where you live a little,
die a little,
then live a little more,
die a little more.
But then you'd always have
the fear of dying.
No, no...
Okay.
"It's four o'clock, not yet five
"The wind is blowing
and I'm excited
"Mom is home..."
Don't you remember any of it?
-Vaguely.
Okay, from the top:
"It's four o'clock, not yet five
"The wind is blowing
and I'm excited
"Mom is home but she's asleep
"She doesn't know
what's going on..."
"What?"
-Thanks.
"Drinking vodka and getting high
"Where's the orange juice?"
"I feel...
-Tall inside
"Closed in a box
"My face is shrinking."
Yes!
You know what's my
memory of you?
What? The robot?
That's the second best.
The first is the chocolate spread
your mom used to make.
She still makes it.
-Really? -Yep,
for my kids,
I can get you some.
How old are your kids?
13 and 15.
Wow, they're older than us.
I know it's weird.
Are you sad you don't have kids?
Are you glad you do?
Weird question.
-Why?
Nobody ever asked me that.
Didn't you ask yourself?
It's not like I can
do anything about it.
It's fine,
it must be fine without, too.
Is that okay to say?
Not near your kids,
but I think most people
feel that way.
I'd estimate that the amount of time
people love being with their kids
and with the family in general
is around 10%.
You rounded it up.
5%?
7.5%?
So why do you keep
that format going on and on?
You think it's the only thing
people do and later regret?
So you do regret it.
I regret nothing,
only what I didn't do.
Such as?
Getting a driver's license
and sleeping with a girl.
This is me.
With the flower pots.
Looks nice.
Wanna come up for coffee?
That blunt? "Come up for coffee?
-You're such a bitch...
How pathetic!
How do we get
over that hurdle now?
Help me out here.
I've kicked the married men habit,
sorry.
I got divorced five years ago.
Okay.
We've added that to the equation.
Anymore excuses?
What's up, hero?
-Hey.
Quit smoking?
-Uh... yeah.
It was a long lecture.
-Very long, yep.
It was long...
but great.
But very long.
But great.
I don't get how this method works,
but it does.
It was six hours long,
wasn't it?
And it all took place
at that venue, it's like...
a school classroom.
It felt weird, because it was
like going back to school,
which is weird,
but it wasn't a full classroom,
there were only 10 or 12 people,
maybe even 8,
8-10, something like that, and...
and one of the participants reminded me
of someone I went to school with,
her name was Merav or...
I think, or Hila...
Yes, her name was Hila,
and she looks like she'd have
no problem quitting.
Like, even when
we had to smoke,
she didn't.
They send you on a cigarette break
and tell you
that it isn't your last cigarette,
but the one after that
will be your last,
and they tell you
that your mind is fuzzy,
and that you feel paralyzed
and miserable
and dazed,
and you...
leave the lecture all cured.
Amazing.
What?
-What?