Nevsu (2017–2021): Season 1, Episode 12 - The Suicide - full transcript
This is jasmine tea.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
And this is black tea
from the Himalayas.
And this is Indian tea
from Sri Lanka.
-Don't you have tea from Lipton?
-Yaakov,
they didn't take courses
at the Asian Tea House
just to put some tea bags
in hot water.
Why did you do it?
It wouldn't kill you to put down
the remote and take some courses,
develop, create.
-I create.
-What exactly?
A dent in the couch,
the shape of my butt.
Not everyone
understands your sense of humor.
Now your butt will be lingering here
for the next half hour.
I'm sorry.
We also thought about taking
all kinds of courses, workshops,
master classes.
Yes, we thought about it
and then decided not to.
[in Arabic]
"He that is lazy has many excuses."
[in Arabic]
"Being active is a blessing."
Run that by me again?
We just finished an Arabic course
in Jaffa.
Is that so?
You were in Jaffa
and brought home proverbs?
You should've brought some baklava
to make up for the tea.
Yaakov…
-Bye.
-Bye.
-I'm in shock!
-So am I.
Poor Uzi.
He used to have an opinion.
Now he's running around
with teapots and proverbs.
What have you done recently
aside from pressing the record button
on the remote?
How is this about me?
I thought we were laughing at Uzi.
We're not laughing at Uzi,
we're jealous of Uzi.
You know what kind of dreams I had
for my retirement?
I dreamt of taking silver-crafting.
I wanted to sing in a choir.
-You know there's a choir here at the--
-Nitza, you can stop at choir.
We said we'd taste some tea,
we'll taste some tea.
Doesn't taste good.
Yes, I'll hold.
Maayan, put your shoes on.
Daddy's late for work.
I put limescale remover in the kettle,
so don't drink from it.
Okay, okay.
Yes.
I need two gas tanks urgently.
We're all out.
Okay, I'll hold.
-Tamar.
-What?
Take Maayan. I have a meeting
with a client at 9:30. I'll never make it.
I can't. I have to get to the studio.
And get the party favors
for the slumber party.
You go get them!
How can I?
I have to put vases in the kiln.
Then put them in tomorrow.
But there is no kiln tomorrow.
You're going overseas
for the weekend. Help me.
I have a serious crisis at work
and the economy won't collapse
due to a shortage in vases.
You're so wrong.
People are going back to vases.
There's a lot of demand for vases.
Yes, Mendel, is it urgent?
Did they tell you to come
to the meeting with Mimi Wetwipes?
Yes, didn't they tell everyone?
No, just you and me.
They may be leaving the agency because
they're weak in sectoral marketing.
What do you mean, sectoral?
What's my sector got to do with yours?
We use tons of wipes.
My community lives on wipes.
Never mind. I'm already here,
thinking of ideas.
-Are you on your way?
-Yes, bye.
Okay, bye.
-Are you drinking coffee?
-Yes.
Tell me you changed the water
in the kettle.
-I'm supposed to do that too?
-Yes.
I told you, I filled it with limescale
remover. You said, "Okay, okay."
-How much did you drink?
-A cup.
You're nuts.
-It's acid.
-What?
Yes, two gas tanks.
Hold on.
What do you mean, acid?
It did taste funny
and my stomach is on fire.
No wonder, it's acid.
It melts the stomach.
Darn it, Gili!
It's so frustrating
when you pretend to listen to me
and you're not listening.
How many things
am I supposed to listen to?
What do you mean,
it melts the stomach?
-Could I die?
-Of course you could die.
You have to run to the ER
to get your stomach pumped.
Thanks a lot!
There go my vases.
Come on, Maayan.
Daddy drank limescale remover.
Yaakov, our searching is over.
-I found it.
-Good.
Don't you what to know
what I found?
Yes, what?
A poetry-writing workshop.
It sounds great.
Twice a week, but…
not a word to Uzi and Yaffa.
Why poetry?
You said we were going to taste tea.
They taste tea,
we have to do something else.
Why?
So that when they come over,
we'll tell them and they'll be jealous.
No, they won't be jealous.
You won't believe who's leading it -
Ronny Someck.
I hope you didn't pay yet,
because I don't--
Ronny Someck.
Doesn't that ring a bell?
Now that you've said "Ronny Someck" twice,
it does ring a bell.
You're such an ignoramus.
At least try to hide it.
Ronny Someck,
king of contemporary poetry.
The Sammy Michael of poetry.
For 30 years
I taught thousands of pupils,
but you don't know
who Ronny Someck is.
Oh… Ronny Someck.
I'm not interested.
Why not?
Because I'm not a woman.
Don't be ridiculous.
The world's greatest poets are men.
Nitza, I don't read poems.
Why would I write a poem
before I ever read one?
You go, you don't need me.
I do need you,
there's nowhere to park.
That's why you want me
to write poems?
Bialik wrote poems for his wife because
there was nowhere to park in Odessa.
Yaakov, I can't better myself
while you stay behind.
The gaps between us are widening.
We're going to the workshop tomorrow,
I'll write a poem
and so will you.
What'll I write about?
Something from the heart.
Write about--
isn't there anything that bothers you?
That annoys you?
I have to take the car to be tested,
-I have to buy toilet paper--
-You don't write poems about that!
-Write about deeper things--
-Oh, I know.
Next week I'm getting a tooth extracted…
-Yaakov, I have an idea.
-Yeah?
When we get to the workshop,
don't tell anyone we're a couple!
Gil Chalchao?
That's me. Please let me go.
I'm late for an important meeting.
Gili, I need to find out
why you drank limescale remover.
I'm sorry,
I can't do this right now.
My life is falling apart,
I've got to go.
Your life is falling apart,
that's why you drank limescale remover?
No, what kind of a question is that?
As a psychiatrist,
I have to ask you these questions.
What? A psychiatrist?
Oh. Oh, wait,
you think that I drank…
Oh, and because I'm…
Oh, no, no, no.
No, you can rest assured,
I'm fine.
I'm…
This is our most important client!
We lost him!
He's answering now.
Dear God, Gili, what's going on?
I'm okay,
tell Carmon I'm on my way.
-He's on his way…
-Never mind!
Tell him not to bother to come,
today or tomorrow.
Or to our overseas trip!
Tell him I'm sorry,
I'm at the hospital.
-He's at the hospital.
-Why?
I drank limescale remover and
they think I tried to commit suicide.
Dear God,
Gili tried to commit suicide…
No, no, no!
Let me talk to him!
Gili, what happened?
You're a young, talented man,
you have a family.
Yes, no, thank you.
It's a mistake.
Of course.
How could you do such a thing?
We love you.
Really?
I love you guys too.
-About the wet wipes--
-Who cares about the wet wipes?
You mean a lot to me.
You're like a son to me.
Call me whenever you want,
day or night.
Thank you, Carmon,
that's so touching.
-The psychiatrist is waiting here…
-Yes, get some rest.
We'll be waiting for you.
There is no trip without you, Gili.
Gili, we're aware of the pressure
you people are under
and you don't always
get the help you need.
-You mean us advertising people?
-No, I mean your community.
I'm here to help you.
We can talk or I can give you
something to calm you down,
days off, support groups.
You said "days off."
Can you elaborate on that?
He said I need to reduce some pressure,
that he's never seen anyone
with such a heavy load.
Did you tell him you drank
the limescale remover accidentally?
Of course.
But he says that…
it wasn't an accident.
That my soul
was showing signs of distress.
That because no one listens to me…
it burst out
in the way of limescale remover.
He gave you Prozac?
It'll calm you down.
Yes, but he emphasized
that I must rest too.
Rest, rest and good food.
These pills will increase my appetite.
Hi, Gili, honey.
How are you feeling?
Nitza made you a strudel.
Thank you, Nitza,
you always think of everything.
Honey, can you go pick up Maayan?
I'm making rice.
Now?
What's the problem? I'll go get her.
No, it's good for him
to get some fresh air.
Sure, no problem, but…
I'm supposed to take my pill now
and the doctor said
it could make me drowsy.
Do you want me drowsy
with rice on the fire?
God forbid.
I'll go get her, it's fine,
Gili, honey, I'll get her.
Come here.
Why don't you take care of him?
What's there to take care of?
He's lying there watching TV.
He wants to feel
protected and loved.
Thank God he showed us
signs of distress.
Some people in their community
wake up one morning and…
commit suicide,
without any letter.
Tamari,
what's going on between you two
in the bedroom?
Are your marital relations okay?
Mom, please.
You still do it?
I understood what you meant,
thank you, we're fine.
No, because lots of his people
are very introverted,
they don't know how to ask
for what they want.
Gili knows how.
-I mean during the act.
-Mom, I understood, thank you.
-Honey?
-What?
Could you make me some tea
to go with the strudel?
I feel my appetite increasing
from the pill.
Sure, of course.
-Oh, no!
-What is it?
The channel changed,
where's the remote?
-You scared me.
-Here it is, it's okay.
You scared me.
"Safeguard your soul, my daughter,
safeguard your strength."
"And do not hesitate to call Mommy."
"Sometimes the shadow runs wild
within the home."
Okay, would anyone else like to read?
Ronny Someck,
you didn't tell me what you think.
Truthfully?
It feels as if you took
those bombastic words
out of some winter closet.
I can even smell the mothballs.
Bombastic?
I'm emulating poems by Alterman.
I know that,
but why use Alterman's words?
After all, he knows them himself.
-But I thought that perhaps--
-All right.
Would anyone else like to read?
Would you like to read?
-Me?
-Yes, what's your name?
Yaakov.
Read, please.
-But I don't write as good as she does.
-This isn't a competition, read.
All right.
"In this entire area
there isn't a single decent café."
"I go all the way to Aroma
waiting to hear my name 'Yaakov'
over the loudspeaker."
"Meanwhile she calls to remind me
to use Sweet'N Low."
"I don't take sugar in my coffee."
"I just got used to it."
Look, it's a bit unripe,
but I like the way you break down
the wall between poems and life.
It's the foretold chronicle
of drinking a cup of coffee.
The man, the lion,
devoured by the woman, the lioness.
I'd call it
The Poem of the Defeated Lion.
No… no.
I wasn't talking about a lion.
Notice the protagonist's self-effacement.
He relinquishes the pleasures of life,
he uses words sparingly,
he's given up sugar.
-Can you relate to this?
-Very much so.
I can't relate.
Then what did you feel?
I just think it's poor poetry.
He's writing about a couple in love
where he makes her coffee?
But she could be making him coffee
the next day.
Her reminding him not to take sugar
because he has high blood sugar
and telling him to use Sweet'N Low
shows how much she cares about him.
-That's my opinion.
-No way.
I disagree.
Look how a handful of words
can stir up such a storm.
What else could you ask for in a poem?
That's right.
Gili.
Come here.
Come here.
How are you?
Okay. I'll be all right.
Gili, there's nothing to be ashamed of.
-I was depressed for years.
-Really?
Of course.
Prozac and black nail polish, the works.
You know, only the smartest,
most creative and sensitive people
try to commit suicide.
Thanks.
Let's go to the conference room,
everyone's waiting for you.
How could the client
not like a single idea?
Look who's here.
He's awesome, he's awesome
He's awesome…
No, please…
Carry on.
He's awesome, he's awesome!
Gili is ours
and we won't let anyone have him
Have some cake.
Pour him some juice.
Okay, where was I?
Oh, Hadar, yes.
I expect to get three ideas
from each of you by four o'clock.
Ideas for what?
No, Gili, not you.
You take it easy, there's no rush.
No, Carmon, I want to do something.
I'm not here to have juice and cake.
Okay, okay.
You take care of the entertainment
for our trip to Prague.
-Okay.
-Bars, restaurants, cafés, Black Theatre,
the famous Jewish cemetery…
No, we don't have to go
to the cemetery.
Is that okay or is it too much?
-No, it actually sounds like fun.
-Good.
I'll take it very seriously,
-I'll find special things to do.
-No, Gili, no!
What's wrong?
Mendel's cutting the cake today.
Mendel, cut him some cake.
He cut for everyone.
I can't believe
that's what you think of me.
That I'm a monster
that tyrannizes you?
That you're a defeated lion?
Nitza, I didn't write lion.
I don't know how
he came up with that.
So you made me coffee once.
Big deal!
You know what? I don't want you
to ever make me coffee again!
Who cares what they think?
You know how I feel about you.
I don't care
how you feel about me!
I care what other people think
you feel about me!
It was so humiliating.
I'm never going back there,
now that I know what Ronny Someck
thinks about me.
Oh, he doesn't know you're my wife.
So he hates me for no reason?
Without knowing who I am?
Even worse!
It was so insulting.
Why did you write such things about me?
Yaakov, what did I ever do to you?
Nitza, I'm sorry.
I'll make it up to you.
I'll write a new poem that clearly shows
how much I love and cherish you.
"My queen,
as beautiful as the first day I saw you."
"I asked for your name and you said
you were waiting for someone else."
"Ever since, I have been trying to be
the someone else you were waiting for."
"What are you doing with me?"
"Why don't you get up and leave?"
"You wake up in the morning
and make compromises."
"You go to sleep
and make compromises."
"All I want
"is for you to be happy."
-Thank you.
-Well done.
-Yes, applaud.
-Thank you.
-Well done.
-Thank you.
You deserve their applause.
It's amazing to see how honestly
you describe your suffering,
the destructive relationship
and the violence you endure.
-No, no!
-Yes, yes.
The defeated lion
from the previous poem is back,
but this time his teeth are sharper.
Ronny, that's a huge compliment.
Thank you.
I'll try to live up to your expectations.
Bye, Ronny.
-That was Ronny Someck.
-Yes, I got that.
What does that Someck want?
He has a poetry journal
where he publishes unknown poets too.
He asked for three of my poems.
My poems, you mean.
Poems about me.
Not only.
What do you think?
I think I've had enough local humiliation,
I don't need any national humiliation.
Nitza, it's a poem.
Everyone sees it differently.
It's like a Picasso painting.
In a Picasso painting,
everyone sees that it's an ugly woman.
Just like in your poems.
Okay, then I won't write about you.
You think I don't have
anything else to write about?
I guess not.
All you write about is me.
All your subconscious does
is sling mud about me.
I'm asking you,
no, I'm telling you,
do not write any more poems, period.
Whatever you want,
whatever you say, your wish is my command.
Yaakov, that sounds like the beginning
of a defeated lion poem!
I'm warning you!
Honey…
listen, we're having the slumber party
when you're on your trip to Prague.
Why don't we postpone it
so you can help me?
I'll have a hard time alone.
-Postpone it? No way.
-Why not?
Maayan is looking forward to it.
You wanna break her heart?
I'm bummed that I'll be missing it.
-Then could you at least help me with--
-Oh, darn.
What?
-What time is it?
-2:15. Why?
I forgot to take my pill
and the doctor told me not to forget.
Thanks for reminding me.
Thanks.
-What's with the mint plant?
-What?
The mint.
Oh…
I like the smell,
it makes me happy.
Okay…
Hello. Hi, Tamar.
Gili, what are you doing here?
Is he sick?
No, Alamito…
he accidentally drank
limescale remover.
They pumped my stomach,
everything's fine.
I'm just resting a bit.
Oh, you accidentally drank
limescale remover.
How many days off did you get?
What are you talking about?
He'd do anything to stay home
from school and watch TV.
Once he ate laundry detergent,
once he pretended to have an earache,
but he spoke on the phone
with everyone in the other ear.
What do these stories
about staying home from school
have to do with anything?
You don't remember my birth date,
but you wrote down
when I stayed home to watch TV.
Has anyone seen Yaakov?
Yeah, he said he was going to fix
the lawn mower in the shed.
"Lawn mower in the shed…"
Did he have a notebook and pen?
-No, he had a toolbox.
-Okay, listen up.
If you see Yaakov
with a notebook and pen,
don't say a word,
just call me and snitch on him.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
Yaakov, what are you doing?
A puzzle.
What kind?
What do you mean?
There's Crossword,
Clues In Squares, Sudoku…
Oh, Code Breaker.
-Yaakov?
-What?
What are you doing in there?
Isn't it obvious?
You've been in there
for half an hour.
Okay, I'm retired.
I've got plenty of time on my hands.
Plenty of time on your hands?
Or plenty of paper on your hands?
-Nitza, I'll be right out.
-I hope so.
Excuse me, may I?
Of course.
Okay…
about the casino,
there are two options…
Oh, you're already…
Good, good.
Okay, so,
there's the casino in Prague
that everyone goes to,
but if we go 30 minutes
outside of Prague,
there's an amazing casino
with hot springs, too.
And check this out:
you can go to the casino
in a bathrobe.
I love bathrobes.
-Excuse me, it's my wife.
-Of course.
Yes, honey? Is it urgent? I'm--
On your way home, pick up
the party favors for the slumber party.
No, honey, I'm really swamped here.
I can't breathe.
-But, Gili--
-Talk to you later.
I'm sorry, where was I?
Oh, yeah. So since some people want to go
to a casino and some want to go to a spa,
this place combines both.
There's an all-you-can-drink
brewery nearby,
so we're all set.
Once he ate laundry detergent,
once he pretended to have an earache,
but he spoke on the phone
with everyone in the other ear.
-What's with the mint plant?
-What?
That bastard.
-Hello, Yaakov.
-Hello. -How are you?
Fine, I didn't know
this café was so busy.
Have a seat.
I knew it, you scoundrel.
Thank you.
I just need to photocopy that,
my car registration
is on the other side.
You know, a famous singer who's a friend
of mine is interested in your poems.
Nitza!
Why are you so scared?
Because you promised
not to write anymore?
Because you promised
not to meet with Ronny Someck?
Because you brazenly lie to me?
Wait, you're from the course.
Yes, I'm the defeated lion's wife,
nice to meet you.
Wicked Nitza.
-Mind if I take a look at that?
-Nitza, don't make a scene.
"Hiding in the restroom,
resting in the restroom,
once again she is knocking on the door."
"Are you alive?" she asks.
"I am dead inside,
a big house, a big woman,
a little man and a poem."
Another poem you didn't write about me.
Nitza, Nitza.
I know it's hard
living with an artist,
but it's hard for him
to expose himself like this, too.
I'm the one he's exposing here,
and I don't know why
you're encouraging him.
Everything he writes is nonsense.
-No, Yaakov has potential.
-Thank you, Ronny…
Mr. Ronny Someck,
with all due respect,
you've lost your touch.
There was an Iraqi wave of artists.
Nowadays it's Ars Poetica,
Moroccan poets.
Your balloon has popped.
Don't be sad, Ronny-Ron.
That's the end for every balloon.
And by the way, I was emulating
A Tale of Five Balloons.
Nitza, Nitza. I apologize.
Usually, she only acts like this at home.
Wait, the singer who's interested
in your poems…
I have to run after her
or I'll have to write another poem.
It's Arik Sinai.
-Oh, no.
-What?
Nitza loves Arik Sinai.
Here you go.
Thanks.
My pleasure.
Thanks.
Looking for somewhere
to bury the pill?
Or somewhere to bury yourself?
Both answers are correct?
Honey, I'm sorry, you're right.
I'll make it up to you.
I'll do whatever you say.
Girls, girls,
no pillow-throwing in the living room.
Maayan!
No, that is not funny!
I'm very, very angry!
Honey?
Listen, you organized a great trip here.
Going from the casino to the spa,
wearing a bathrobe all day.
If you don't stop throwing pillows,
I'll call your parents.
Well, I hear you're busy. Kisses.
Honey, have you already
visited the brewery?
Honey?
Arik Sinai's poet…
Good luck.
Poet… He took one poem.
Maybe he'll take another one.
Maybe they'll make an album together.
Yaakov will write
and Arik will sing.
Why hasn't he had recorded
any albums lately?
He couldn't find a worthy poet.
Good thing I took him
to that poetry-writing workshop.
Hiding in the restroom
Resting in the restroom
Once again she is knocking on the door
"Are you alive?" she asks
I am dead inside
A big house, a big woman
A little man and a poem
A big house, a big woman
A little man and a poem
It's not about me, Uzi.
It's not about me.
He thinks he's Oded Machnes.
He used to get the ball
from Spiegler,
-boom, and goal.
-Goal! It was a goal!
Zehavi, I told you, see?
No, we didn't see anything.
Grandpa and I are making
a little surprise for you.
Yaakov, you okay?
I told you…
I want to explain about the knobs.
You don't have to move them,
you see?
It's already adjusted. Good.
Good.
Yes, I'm familiar with showers.
Yaakov, did you get him a dry towel?
Nitza, no.
You want him to use
-a wet one?
-He has a towel. -Poor guy.
You wanna see him naked?
Should've just invited him to the game.
I've never sweat like this
in the shower.
I need to shower again.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
And this is black tea
from the Himalayas.
And this is Indian tea
from Sri Lanka.
-Don't you have tea from Lipton?
-Yaakov,
they didn't take courses
at the Asian Tea House
just to put some tea bags
in hot water.
Why did you do it?
It wouldn't kill you to put down
the remote and take some courses,
develop, create.
-I create.
-What exactly?
A dent in the couch,
the shape of my butt.
Not everyone
understands your sense of humor.
Now your butt will be lingering here
for the next half hour.
I'm sorry.
We also thought about taking
all kinds of courses, workshops,
master classes.
Yes, we thought about it
and then decided not to.
[in Arabic]
"He that is lazy has many excuses."
[in Arabic]
"Being active is a blessing."
Run that by me again?
We just finished an Arabic course
in Jaffa.
Is that so?
You were in Jaffa
and brought home proverbs?
You should've brought some baklava
to make up for the tea.
Yaakov…
-Bye.
-Bye.
-I'm in shock!
-So am I.
Poor Uzi.
He used to have an opinion.
Now he's running around
with teapots and proverbs.
What have you done recently
aside from pressing the record button
on the remote?
How is this about me?
I thought we were laughing at Uzi.
We're not laughing at Uzi,
we're jealous of Uzi.
You know what kind of dreams I had
for my retirement?
I dreamt of taking silver-crafting.
I wanted to sing in a choir.
-You know there's a choir here at the--
-Nitza, you can stop at choir.
We said we'd taste some tea,
we'll taste some tea.
Doesn't taste good.
Yes, I'll hold.
Maayan, put your shoes on.
Daddy's late for work.
I put limescale remover in the kettle,
so don't drink from it.
Okay, okay.
Yes.
I need two gas tanks urgently.
We're all out.
Okay, I'll hold.
-Tamar.
-What?
Take Maayan. I have a meeting
with a client at 9:30. I'll never make it.
I can't. I have to get to the studio.
And get the party favors
for the slumber party.
You go get them!
How can I?
I have to put vases in the kiln.
Then put them in tomorrow.
But there is no kiln tomorrow.
You're going overseas
for the weekend. Help me.
I have a serious crisis at work
and the economy won't collapse
due to a shortage in vases.
You're so wrong.
People are going back to vases.
There's a lot of demand for vases.
Yes, Mendel, is it urgent?
Did they tell you to come
to the meeting with Mimi Wetwipes?
Yes, didn't they tell everyone?
No, just you and me.
They may be leaving the agency because
they're weak in sectoral marketing.
What do you mean, sectoral?
What's my sector got to do with yours?
We use tons of wipes.
My community lives on wipes.
Never mind. I'm already here,
thinking of ideas.
-Are you on your way?
-Yes, bye.
Okay, bye.
-Are you drinking coffee?
-Yes.
Tell me you changed the water
in the kettle.
-I'm supposed to do that too?
-Yes.
I told you, I filled it with limescale
remover. You said, "Okay, okay."
-How much did you drink?
-A cup.
You're nuts.
-It's acid.
-What?
Yes, two gas tanks.
Hold on.
What do you mean, acid?
It did taste funny
and my stomach is on fire.
No wonder, it's acid.
It melts the stomach.
Darn it, Gili!
It's so frustrating
when you pretend to listen to me
and you're not listening.
How many things
am I supposed to listen to?
What do you mean,
it melts the stomach?
-Could I die?
-Of course you could die.
You have to run to the ER
to get your stomach pumped.
Thanks a lot!
There go my vases.
Come on, Maayan.
Daddy drank limescale remover.
Yaakov, our searching is over.
-I found it.
-Good.
Don't you what to know
what I found?
Yes, what?
A poetry-writing workshop.
It sounds great.
Twice a week, but…
not a word to Uzi and Yaffa.
Why poetry?
You said we were going to taste tea.
They taste tea,
we have to do something else.
Why?
So that when they come over,
we'll tell them and they'll be jealous.
No, they won't be jealous.
You won't believe who's leading it -
Ronny Someck.
I hope you didn't pay yet,
because I don't--
Ronny Someck.
Doesn't that ring a bell?
Now that you've said "Ronny Someck" twice,
it does ring a bell.
You're such an ignoramus.
At least try to hide it.
Ronny Someck,
king of contemporary poetry.
The Sammy Michael of poetry.
For 30 years
I taught thousands of pupils,
but you don't know
who Ronny Someck is.
Oh… Ronny Someck.
I'm not interested.
Why not?
Because I'm not a woman.
Don't be ridiculous.
The world's greatest poets are men.
Nitza, I don't read poems.
Why would I write a poem
before I ever read one?
You go, you don't need me.
I do need you,
there's nowhere to park.
That's why you want me
to write poems?
Bialik wrote poems for his wife because
there was nowhere to park in Odessa.
Yaakov, I can't better myself
while you stay behind.
The gaps between us are widening.
We're going to the workshop tomorrow,
I'll write a poem
and so will you.
What'll I write about?
Something from the heart.
Write about--
isn't there anything that bothers you?
That annoys you?
I have to take the car to be tested,
-I have to buy toilet paper--
-You don't write poems about that!
-Write about deeper things--
-Oh, I know.
Next week I'm getting a tooth extracted…
-Yaakov, I have an idea.
-Yeah?
When we get to the workshop,
don't tell anyone we're a couple!
Gil Chalchao?
That's me. Please let me go.
I'm late for an important meeting.
Gili, I need to find out
why you drank limescale remover.
I'm sorry,
I can't do this right now.
My life is falling apart,
I've got to go.
Your life is falling apart,
that's why you drank limescale remover?
No, what kind of a question is that?
As a psychiatrist,
I have to ask you these questions.
What? A psychiatrist?
Oh. Oh, wait,
you think that I drank…
Oh, and because I'm…
Oh, no, no, no.
No, you can rest assured,
I'm fine.
I'm…
This is our most important client!
We lost him!
He's answering now.
Dear God, Gili, what's going on?
I'm okay,
tell Carmon I'm on my way.
-He's on his way…
-Never mind!
Tell him not to bother to come,
today or tomorrow.
Or to our overseas trip!
Tell him I'm sorry,
I'm at the hospital.
-He's at the hospital.
-Why?
I drank limescale remover and
they think I tried to commit suicide.
Dear God,
Gili tried to commit suicide…
No, no, no!
Let me talk to him!
Gili, what happened?
You're a young, talented man,
you have a family.
Yes, no, thank you.
It's a mistake.
Of course.
How could you do such a thing?
We love you.
Really?
I love you guys too.
-About the wet wipes--
-Who cares about the wet wipes?
You mean a lot to me.
You're like a son to me.
Call me whenever you want,
day or night.
Thank you, Carmon,
that's so touching.
-The psychiatrist is waiting here…
-Yes, get some rest.
We'll be waiting for you.
There is no trip without you, Gili.
Gili, we're aware of the pressure
you people are under
and you don't always
get the help you need.
-You mean us advertising people?
-No, I mean your community.
I'm here to help you.
We can talk or I can give you
something to calm you down,
days off, support groups.
You said "days off."
Can you elaborate on that?
He said I need to reduce some pressure,
that he's never seen anyone
with such a heavy load.
Did you tell him you drank
the limescale remover accidentally?
Of course.
But he says that…
it wasn't an accident.
That my soul
was showing signs of distress.
That because no one listens to me…
it burst out
in the way of limescale remover.
He gave you Prozac?
It'll calm you down.
Yes, but he emphasized
that I must rest too.
Rest, rest and good food.
These pills will increase my appetite.
Hi, Gili, honey.
How are you feeling?
Nitza made you a strudel.
Thank you, Nitza,
you always think of everything.
Honey, can you go pick up Maayan?
I'm making rice.
Now?
What's the problem? I'll go get her.
No, it's good for him
to get some fresh air.
Sure, no problem, but…
I'm supposed to take my pill now
and the doctor said
it could make me drowsy.
Do you want me drowsy
with rice on the fire?
God forbid.
I'll go get her, it's fine,
Gili, honey, I'll get her.
Come here.
Why don't you take care of him?
What's there to take care of?
He's lying there watching TV.
He wants to feel
protected and loved.
Thank God he showed us
signs of distress.
Some people in their community
wake up one morning and…
commit suicide,
without any letter.
Tamari,
what's going on between you two
in the bedroom?
Are your marital relations okay?
Mom, please.
You still do it?
I understood what you meant,
thank you, we're fine.
No, because lots of his people
are very introverted,
they don't know how to ask
for what they want.
Gili knows how.
-I mean during the act.
-Mom, I understood, thank you.
-Honey?
-What?
Could you make me some tea
to go with the strudel?
I feel my appetite increasing
from the pill.
Sure, of course.
-Oh, no!
-What is it?
The channel changed,
where's the remote?
-You scared me.
-Here it is, it's okay.
You scared me.
"Safeguard your soul, my daughter,
safeguard your strength."
"And do not hesitate to call Mommy."
"Sometimes the shadow runs wild
within the home."
Okay, would anyone else like to read?
Ronny Someck,
you didn't tell me what you think.
Truthfully?
It feels as if you took
those bombastic words
out of some winter closet.
I can even smell the mothballs.
Bombastic?
I'm emulating poems by Alterman.
I know that,
but why use Alterman's words?
After all, he knows them himself.
-But I thought that perhaps--
-All right.
Would anyone else like to read?
Would you like to read?
-Me?
-Yes, what's your name?
Yaakov.
Read, please.
-But I don't write as good as she does.
-This isn't a competition, read.
All right.
"In this entire area
there isn't a single decent café."
"I go all the way to Aroma
waiting to hear my name 'Yaakov'
over the loudspeaker."
"Meanwhile she calls to remind me
to use Sweet'N Low."
"I don't take sugar in my coffee."
"I just got used to it."
Look, it's a bit unripe,
but I like the way you break down
the wall between poems and life.
It's the foretold chronicle
of drinking a cup of coffee.
The man, the lion,
devoured by the woman, the lioness.
I'd call it
The Poem of the Defeated Lion.
No… no.
I wasn't talking about a lion.
Notice the protagonist's self-effacement.
He relinquishes the pleasures of life,
he uses words sparingly,
he's given up sugar.
-Can you relate to this?
-Very much so.
I can't relate.
Then what did you feel?
I just think it's poor poetry.
He's writing about a couple in love
where he makes her coffee?
But she could be making him coffee
the next day.
Her reminding him not to take sugar
because he has high blood sugar
and telling him to use Sweet'N Low
shows how much she cares about him.
-That's my opinion.
-No way.
I disagree.
Look how a handful of words
can stir up such a storm.
What else could you ask for in a poem?
That's right.
Gili.
Come here.
Come here.
How are you?
Okay. I'll be all right.
Gili, there's nothing to be ashamed of.
-I was depressed for years.
-Really?
Of course.
Prozac and black nail polish, the works.
You know, only the smartest,
most creative and sensitive people
try to commit suicide.
Thanks.
Let's go to the conference room,
everyone's waiting for you.
How could the client
not like a single idea?
Look who's here.
He's awesome, he's awesome
He's awesome…
No, please…
Carry on.
He's awesome, he's awesome!
Gili is ours
and we won't let anyone have him
Have some cake.
Pour him some juice.
Okay, where was I?
Oh, Hadar, yes.
I expect to get three ideas
from each of you by four o'clock.
Ideas for what?
No, Gili, not you.
You take it easy, there's no rush.
No, Carmon, I want to do something.
I'm not here to have juice and cake.
Okay, okay.
You take care of the entertainment
for our trip to Prague.
-Okay.
-Bars, restaurants, cafés, Black Theatre,
the famous Jewish cemetery…
No, we don't have to go
to the cemetery.
Is that okay or is it too much?
-No, it actually sounds like fun.
-Good.
I'll take it very seriously,
-I'll find special things to do.
-No, Gili, no!
What's wrong?
Mendel's cutting the cake today.
Mendel, cut him some cake.
He cut for everyone.
I can't believe
that's what you think of me.
That I'm a monster
that tyrannizes you?
That you're a defeated lion?
Nitza, I didn't write lion.
I don't know how
he came up with that.
So you made me coffee once.
Big deal!
You know what? I don't want you
to ever make me coffee again!
Who cares what they think?
You know how I feel about you.
I don't care
how you feel about me!
I care what other people think
you feel about me!
It was so humiliating.
I'm never going back there,
now that I know what Ronny Someck
thinks about me.
Oh, he doesn't know you're my wife.
So he hates me for no reason?
Without knowing who I am?
Even worse!
It was so insulting.
Why did you write such things about me?
Yaakov, what did I ever do to you?
Nitza, I'm sorry.
I'll make it up to you.
I'll write a new poem that clearly shows
how much I love and cherish you.
"My queen,
as beautiful as the first day I saw you."
"I asked for your name and you said
you were waiting for someone else."
"Ever since, I have been trying to be
the someone else you were waiting for."
"What are you doing with me?"
"Why don't you get up and leave?"
"You wake up in the morning
and make compromises."
"You go to sleep
and make compromises."
"All I want
"is for you to be happy."
-Thank you.
-Well done.
-Yes, applaud.
-Thank you.
-Well done.
-Thank you.
You deserve their applause.
It's amazing to see how honestly
you describe your suffering,
the destructive relationship
and the violence you endure.
-No, no!
-Yes, yes.
The defeated lion
from the previous poem is back,
but this time his teeth are sharper.
Ronny, that's a huge compliment.
Thank you.
I'll try to live up to your expectations.
Bye, Ronny.
-That was Ronny Someck.
-Yes, I got that.
What does that Someck want?
He has a poetry journal
where he publishes unknown poets too.
He asked for three of my poems.
My poems, you mean.
Poems about me.
Not only.
What do you think?
I think I've had enough local humiliation,
I don't need any national humiliation.
Nitza, it's a poem.
Everyone sees it differently.
It's like a Picasso painting.
In a Picasso painting,
everyone sees that it's an ugly woman.
Just like in your poems.
Okay, then I won't write about you.
You think I don't have
anything else to write about?
I guess not.
All you write about is me.
All your subconscious does
is sling mud about me.
I'm asking you,
no, I'm telling you,
do not write any more poems, period.
Whatever you want,
whatever you say, your wish is my command.
Yaakov, that sounds like the beginning
of a defeated lion poem!
I'm warning you!
Honey…
listen, we're having the slumber party
when you're on your trip to Prague.
Why don't we postpone it
so you can help me?
I'll have a hard time alone.
-Postpone it? No way.
-Why not?
Maayan is looking forward to it.
You wanna break her heart?
I'm bummed that I'll be missing it.
-Then could you at least help me with--
-Oh, darn.
What?
-What time is it?
-2:15. Why?
I forgot to take my pill
and the doctor told me not to forget.
Thanks for reminding me.
Thanks.
-What's with the mint plant?
-What?
The mint.
Oh…
I like the smell,
it makes me happy.
Okay…
Hello. Hi, Tamar.
Gili, what are you doing here?
Is he sick?
No, Alamito…
he accidentally drank
limescale remover.
They pumped my stomach,
everything's fine.
I'm just resting a bit.
Oh, you accidentally drank
limescale remover.
How many days off did you get?
What are you talking about?
He'd do anything to stay home
from school and watch TV.
Once he ate laundry detergent,
once he pretended to have an earache,
but he spoke on the phone
with everyone in the other ear.
What do these stories
about staying home from school
have to do with anything?
You don't remember my birth date,
but you wrote down
when I stayed home to watch TV.
Has anyone seen Yaakov?
Yeah, he said he was going to fix
the lawn mower in the shed.
"Lawn mower in the shed…"
Did he have a notebook and pen?
-No, he had a toolbox.
-Okay, listen up.
If you see Yaakov
with a notebook and pen,
don't say a word,
just call me and snitch on him.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
Yaakov, what are you doing?
A puzzle.
What kind?
What do you mean?
There's Crossword,
Clues In Squares, Sudoku…
Oh, Code Breaker.
-Yaakov?
-What?
What are you doing in there?
Isn't it obvious?
You've been in there
for half an hour.
Okay, I'm retired.
I've got plenty of time on my hands.
Plenty of time on your hands?
Or plenty of paper on your hands?
-Nitza, I'll be right out.
-I hope so.
Excuse me, may I?
Of course.
Okay…
about the casino,
there are two options…
Oh, you're already…
Good, good.
Okay, so,
there's the casino in Prague
that everyone goes to,
but if we go 30 minutes
outside of Prague,
there's an amazing casino
with hot springs, too.
And check this out:
you can go to the casino
in a bathrobe.
I love bathrobes.
-Excuse me, it's my wife.
-Of course.
Yes, honey? Is it urgent? I'm--
On your way home, pick up
the party favors for the slumber party.
No, honey, I'm really swamped here.
I can't breathe.
-But, Gili--
-Talk to you later.
I'm sorry, where was I?
Oh, yeah. So since some people want to go
to a casino and some want to go to a spa,
this place combines both.
There's an all-you-can-drink
brewery nearby,
so we're all set.
Once he ate laundry detergent,
once he pretended to have an earache,
but he spoke on the phone
with everyone in the other ear.
-What's with the mint plant?
-What?
That bastard.
-Hello, Yaakov.
-Hello. -How are you?
Fine, I didn't know
this café was so busy.
Have a seat.
I knew it, you scoundrel.
Thank you.
I just need to photocopy that,
my car registration
is on the other side.
You know, a famous singer who's a friend
of mine is interested in your poems.
Nitza!
Why are you so scared?
Because you promised
not to write anymore?
Because you promised
not to meet with Ronny Someck?
Because you brazenly lie to me?
Wait, you're from the course.
Yes, I'm the defeated lion's wife,
nice to meet you.
Wicked Nitza.
-Mind if I take a look at that?
-Nitza, don't make a scene.
"Hiding in the restroom,
resting in the restroom,
once again she is knocking on the door."
"Are you alive?" she asks.
"I am dead inside,
a big house, a big woman,
a little man and a poem."
Another poem you didn't write about me.
Nitza, Nitza.
I know it's hard
living with an artist,
but it's hard for him
to expose himself like this, too.
I'm the one he's exposing here,
and I don't know why
you're encouraging him.
Everything he writes is nonsense.
-No, Yaakov has potential.
-Thank you, Ronny…
Mr. Ronny Someck,
with all due respect,
you've lost your touch.
There was an Iraqi wave of artists.
Nowadays it's Ars Poetica,
Moroccan poets.
Your balloon has popped.
Don't be sad, Ronny-Ron.
That's the end for every balloon.
And by the way, I was emulating
A Tale of Five Balloons.
Nitza, Nitza. I apologize.
Usually, she only acts like this at home.
Wait, the singer who's interested
in your poems…
I have to run after her
or I'll have to write another poem.
It's Arik Sinai.
-Oh, no.
-What?
Nitza loves Arik Sinai.
Here you go.
Thanks.
My pleasure.
Thanks.
Looking for somewhere
to bury the pill?
Or somewhere to bury yourself?
Both answers are correct?
Honey, I'm sorry, you're right.
I'll make it up to you.
I'll do whatever you say.
Girls, girls,
no pillow-throwing in the living room.
Maayan!
No, that is not funny!
I'm very, very angry!
Honey?
Listen, you organized a great trip here.
Going from the casino to the spa,
wearing a bathrobe all day.
If you don't stop throwing pillows,
I'll call your parents.
Well, I hear you're busy. Kisses.
Honey, have you already
visited the brewery?
Honey?
Arik Sinai's poet…
Good luck.
Poet… He took one poem.
Maybe he'll take another one.
Maybe they'll make an album together.
Yaakov will write
and Arik will sing.
Why hasn't he had recorded
any albums lately?
He couldn't find a worthy poet.
Good thing I took him
to that poetry-writing workshop.
Hiding in the restroom
Resting in the restroom
Once again she is knocking on the door
"Are you alive?" she asks
I am dead inside
A big house, a big woman
A little man and a poem
A big house, a big woman
A little man and a poem
It's not about me, Uzi.
It's not about me.
He thinks he's Oded Machnes.
He used to get the ball
from Spiegler,
-boom, and goal.
-Goal! It was a goal!
Zehavi, I told you, see?
No, we didn't see anything.
Grandpa and I are making
a little surprise for you.
Yaakov, you okay?
I told you…
I want to explain about the knobs.
You don't have to move them,
you see?
It's already adjusted. Good.
Good.
Yes, I'm familiar with showers.
Yaakov, did you get him a dry towel?
Nitza, no.
You want him to use
-a wet one?
-He has a towel. -Poor guy.
You wanna see him naked?
Should've just invited him to the game.
I've never sweat like this
in the shower.
I need to shower again.