Nevsu (2017–2021): Season 1, Episode 3 - Race to the Apartment - full transcript

Oh, Gili, I'm glad you're home.

I lost my phone,
have you seen it?

No.

Are you sure?

I could've left it at Maayan's daycare

because I picked her up.

Do me a favor, call her.

Maybe it's in the car?

Didn't think of that,
good idea.

Incidentally, Gili,

could that be our Meir Shalev book?



No, no, no.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

-Let me check…
-No, Nitza, I said no,

I…

I came here with books, Nitza.

I hope you're not reading it
in the bathroom.

I let my Yaakov read the paper
in the bathroom

because we throw it away afterwards,
but a book, and Meir Shalev, no less?

Show a little respect.

What?

How long was she standing there?

It nearly went all dry,
I had to take a shower.

I can't take it anymore.
It's like…

she knows when I'm naked
and then she comes in.



Tamar, we're moving.

Don't overreact.

You want to waste
thousands of shekels for that?

We live here for free.

I'll tell her to be more courteous.

But, Tamar, she doesn't know how.

She doesn't have it in her,

it's not her fault.

I'm willing to stay here

only if you take our key
away from her.

How can I do that?
It's her house.

Besides, it's our spare key.

But she uses it all the time.

Our key is her spare.

Babe, we said we'd go back
to Tel Aviv, didn't we?

We said we'd save up
and go back to Tel Aviv, right?

Okay,

I'll take the key from her.

Even though you're overreacting.

She doesn't use it that much.

Hi, kids, are you here?

I brought your mail.

Wow, you got a lot of tickets.

There's a parking ticket
from November

that has doubled
because you didn't pay it.

And this is from the cable company.
Wow, what a bill.

Insane.

Sometimes they charge you for nothing,
so you have to check.

Here's a movie
you definitely didn't watch,

Blondes Prefer Mocha?

Come on, Mom…

You don't have to open our mail.

It's okay, I have the key.

But it's our mailbox, Nitza.
Why don't you just give us the key?

I see.

This is the thanks I get?

I'm trying to save you money
and this is what I get?

-No, no, no…
-Okay.

-Mom… -No problem.
-We really appreciate…

No, take the key,
I don't want it.

Here you go.
Don't worry about me.

Don't worry about me,
I won't worry about you.

We'll be ordinary neighbors,
that's it.

No, Mom,
you didn't understand.

What Gili meant was that…

we get all our mail in email.

Right, Tamar,
that's exactly what I meant.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. -Okay.

Okay, that's something else.

But how will I open your email?
I don't have your password.

We'll give it to you later.

Why? Just write it down now.

That's it, yes?

-I'll go see if it works.
-Great.

Okay, let's start looking
for an apartment.

Great, I just have to delete
a few emails first.

Giora, I know you feel like
the sky is falling,

but Hemda will come back, really.

She loves you,
you're a great couple.

Yaakov,

you don't understand.

I'm the one who broke up with Hemda.

It's about time!

You should've done it 20 years ago.

Believe me. That bitch,

always so bitter,
"They owe me, they owe me."

So they owe her, big deal.

You know who I heard
just became a widow?

Yaakov,

I already have someone.

Whoa!

The guy's single for five minutes

and the ladies are already lining up.
Who is she?

His name is Yuval.

Yuval.

They give funny names to girls nowadays.

She must be a young girl, huh?

A young guy.

It's a man.

I don't get it.

You must be a little shocked.
I was surprised too,

but it just swept me off my feet.

I was at a bar

and I saw a young guy looking at me.

Suddenly I felt electricity
all over my body.

All over your body?

I suddenly found myself kissing him
in the middle of the street.

I'm telling you,

I've never felt such passion.

Tell me, what…

Skip this part.

When does the girl come into the story?

There is no girl,
that's what I'm trying to tell you.

I fell in love with a man.

How can that be?

What's wr--

Giora, let's get out of here.
Hemda may still come back.

So what if she always said,
"They owe me, they owe me"?

Maybe they really do owe her?

Gili, I made your favorite, dulet.

A whole pot?
How much tripe do you think I can eat?

It's not only for you,
it's for Maayani too.

Maayan won't eat tripe,
she barely eats Dino Nuggets.

Then tell her it's dinosaur tripe.

Mom, can we continue
with my family roots project?

Ortal,

you can see I'm busy.
I already told you everything.

-Hi, everyone, I brought the mail.
-Hi, Nitza.

I need to make a call.

Good luck, Gili.

Mom, this is all I wrote.

"I was born in a village,
my father raised cows,

we walked to Israel
and settled in Netanya."

Wait, who walked
all the way to Netanya?

I have a family roots paper
to write for school.

Oh…

You walked here from Ethiopia.

We swam here.

From where?

Europe.

My parents were on an illegal
immigrant boat and the British sunk it,

and my parents jumped into the water

and I was in my mother's belly.

My mother was pregnant.

That's why I love the sea so much.

-Wow, what a great story.
-That's nothing.

Did you know that my grandfather
and Janusz Korczak were very close?

The story King Matt the First
is about my grandfather, Matityahu.

Ortal, honey, my family has stories
that'll make your hair stand on end.

It's okay, her hair is already
standing on end.

Tamar is so lucky, I bet she got an A
on her family roots paper.

Ortal, we have stories too.

Of course.
What stories?

That my grandfather raised cows and…

Speaking of cows,
my mother hid for the entire war

in a priest's barn.

Yes. When the Nazis came searching,

she'd hide in a cow's hide.

That's why I love cows.

See, Mom?
Now that's a story!

-Then write it down.
-It's a very nice story,

but it's not about our family.

Excuse me, I'm family too.

Yes, but her grandfather
didn't know how to swim.

If your history is a little lean,

I don't mind sharing mine with you.

Ortal, honey, listen,
when you think about it,

you're a fourth-generation
Holocaust survivor.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You should try to get reparations.

Ortal, write this down,

my grandfather led
the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.

Your grandfather was Mordechai Anielewicz?
Not Matityahu?

No…

No, Mordechai Anielewicz did some good PR,

that's why history remembers him.

My grandfather was in the field
and he led the uprising.

He and Mordechai hid together
in a bunker in the ghetto.

A bunker is a luxury.

We walked through Sudan
where there are so many bandits.

Nowhere to hide.
We'd give anything for a little bunker.

Now, for bombs, you need watches,

and my grandfather had a golden watch.

A watch!
I wish we had a watch!

Then we'd know how long
we were walking in the desert.

Hold on, Mom.

Now you don't want to hear it?

Nitza's in the middle of it.

Okay, so what happened was that

the watches stopped. Why?

Because the hands froze.

Because it was so cold.

You know what January's like in Warsaw?

You know what August's like in Sudan?

It's a big apartment.

Yes, there's a balcony here.

That's great.

Please don't go out there,
it's Grandma's storage.

-Oh, what's this room?
-It's a room that will be locked.

We have Grandma's piano,
dishes and clothes in there.

Come, this is the bedroom.

The bed is staying here.
It's the bed Grandma died in.

We were abroad.

Cardiac arrest.

A week went by
and no one knew.

Then the neighbors started smelling…

Well,

we're going to see some other apartments,
but this one is lovely.

-And you can feel Grandma's presence.
-Very much.

-Hello.
-Hello?

You're late! You were supposed
to come this morning.

The place was supposed
to be painted by now.

See? People are here to see it.

Let's go, Gili.

The yard's very nice.

Right?

So where's the wooden house?

Here.

But that's a tree house.

Right, just like I wrote.

No, that's not what you wrote.

You wrote "wooden house."

That means
it's a house made of wood.

This is a tree house.

Do you really think
a family could live here?

What are we, Tarzan and Jane?

I've had it.

-Babe, come on, we'll find something.
-Too bad.

In Africa, people live in baobab trees.

Welcome.

This is Yuval.

-Hello, I'm Nitza.
-Hi.

And this is Yaakov.

Hi, hi.

Nice shirt.

Come in, I made some wonderful food,

roast with kreplach,

come.

This is going
to be a great evening,

kreplach with feigalach.

Yaakov, communicate.

So what do you do, Yuval?

Are you a flight attendant?
A dental hygienist?

He forgot hairdresser.

Yuval works for Rafael Defense Systems.

We were late because they launched
the new Arrow 5 missile today.

-And you're the PR rep?
-No way.

He's head of development.

Development of what?

The Arrow 5, Yaakov.
What's wrong with you?

Really?

I worked in the defense industry too.

-I developed the…
-Toads.

How do you know?

You're a legend.

You developed the Ishmaelites,

the Nethanel 5…

No, not the 5,

the 4, I wasn't involved in the 5.

It really wasn't as good.

It has a lot of problems.

Nitza, he really works at Rafael.

I'm sorry, I believed you
from the word go.

Nitza, did you get new cushions?

Yes, Yaakov sits on the sofa all the time,

gets them dirty, crumbs everywhere.

I had to get new ones.

They go very well with the carpet.

-Yes.
-Say, Yaakov,

how did you get along with the Chinese?

We're trying to sell them
a new radar,

but they're so difficult.

All you need to know about the Chinese
is that they love ice cream.

Start every negotiation
at an ice cream parlor.

No, but how did you get over
the language barrier?

No barrier,
you don't need any language.

Take them to the ice cream parlor,

they point to the flavors they don't like.

Yaakov, you could really help me,

and I can hire
an external consultant if you…

I'd love that, thank you.

If you're going to
be working with the Chinese,

you'll be traveling a lot.

I have a trick for you,
you'll be kissing and hugging…

You'll really thank me.

Your husband is lovely.

It's so lucky we met you.

You know, since he retired,

he really misses talking about missiles,
about developments, about…

assassinations.

Check this out, Yuval.

You walk into a Chinese restaurant,
take this out of your pocket.

No need for chopsticks.

It's good for assassinations too.

Thank you,
but I do all right with chopsticks.

That's great, I'd love one of those.

Buy one at the camping store nearby.

Grandma Henia, Nitza's mother,
got these recipes

from her grandmother,
who got them from her mother

who used to make these dishes
200 years ago

for the Kotzker Rebbe himself.

-They've been eating this for 200 years?
-Yes.

No thought to add some salt?

You say that because you
don't know who the Kotzker Rebbe is.

You know he lived in seclusion
for the last 20 years of his life?

He must've been afraid
he'd have to eat another one of these.

Forget it, Mom,
you don't understand.

Nitza's stealing away all your kids, huh?

It's not too bad with hot sauce.

Now you prefer Nitza too?

She won't have me,
she likes them young.

How is it that Ortal is writing
her paper about a Polish woman?

Our family has plenty of stories.

I'm busy, I don't have time to sit
and tell stories, and now it's too late.

Nitza came with
all her recipes and photos.

Even I feel like
writing a paper about her.

Listen,

do what our father used to do when
he wanted us to show an interest in him.

I'm not going to pretend to be sick
just so someone will listen to me!

Ow…

Ow…

It's like dogs are eating my stomach.

Mom, let's go to the hospital.
It could be dangerous.

Do you know, Ortali,

what I just remembered?

What, Mom?

When I was little,

there was a terrible drought in Ethiopia.

My stomach ached back then too.

But from hunger.

People and goats would fight over weeds.

Why aren't you writing this down?

Writing what down?

The story.

It's the story of your roots.

Mom, forget the story.
Let's go to the hospital.

Because I don't know
what's going to happen to me,

it's important to write this down.

Where's your notebook?

What notebook?

Hold on…

Here you go, write this down.

Write it.

When I was little…

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Bye-bye.
-Thank you.

Good job with the ice cream, Yaakov.

Yeah, and you too.
You directed them to the chocolate.

That was brilliant.

So they don't get mixed up
with all the flavors.

Yeah.

Well…

I gotta go.

Oh, yes, of course…

Which way are you heading?

I have shooting practice,

I need to renew my gun license to…

So do I.

Wanna come along?

You okay, Yaakov?

Yeah, I'm just checking it,
it's heavy.

Yeah, it's the Glock 17.

You're not used to its size.

Look.

Look how nice it is to touch.

Bend over a little.

Good.

Now pull the trigger real slow.

It discharges fast.

Nice.

Oops…

-Here to see the apartment?
-Yes, I'm Gili.

-Sorry I'm late.
-It's okay.

Come, we going inside.

Apartment is in great conditions.

Last year I do remodeling.
Seeing for yourself.

Wow, what a huge living room.
So much light.

Yes, and there are ACs in every room

and a new refrigerating
if you need one.

Wait, is it refrigerating
or refrigerated?

Refrigerating.

This is bedroom.

Wow, what an amazing apartment.

Any chance you'll
come down from 7,500?

That's the price in this area.

Lots of people saw and want it.

If you want, I can put you
on the waiting list.

Wait, I gotta call my wife.

That's…

That's the bathroom,
but don't go in there,

I just went number two.

No problem.

Tamari?

Listen, I'm in an amazing apartment,

it's incredible,
you gotta come see it today.

7,500.

It's a little pricy, but the owner is nice.
He may come down a little.

Not coming down.

What?

Yeah, it's a little expensive.

Tamari, we're not changing our mind.

I am not going to live
with your mother anymore.

Even if we have to sell the car, yes.

Talk to you later, bye.

I'm sorry.

It's okay,

in Canada I lived
with my mother-in-law too.

Yeah? It's okay for some people.

And sometimes it's really helpful.

But having no privacy…

I don't know, maybe I'm spoiled.

You are not spoiling,
living with mother-in-law is…

It's a disaster.

No one deserves that.

Yeah, she comes into the bathroom,

I get constipated from the anxiety.

My mother-in-law come into bathroom
without looking,

once she was even sitting on me!

Every morning,
she comes in to wake me up.

I get dressed under the covers.

She waked me up at night,
I had to wear three-piece pajamas.

You're not spoiling,
you deserve your own place.

You know what?

I am renting you this place
and give it to you

for 6,000 shekels!

6,500, deal?

Deal.

It's a huge apartment,

new, in downtown Tel Aviv,

the owner liked me so much,
he came down to 6,500.

I just need Tamar's approval.

I already gave him checks.

I'm signing tomorrow.

God have mercy.

-You're dealing with a crook, man.
-What?

He's a con man.
Have some cholent

'cause you're not thinking rationally.

Who's a crook, the owner?

He's a nice guy, from Canada.

What are you talking about?

Then why is he renting it to you?

Why not?

An amazing apartment,
downtown Tel Aviv.

He could rent it
to a non-Ethiopian.

Maybe he's not a racist.

It's not a matter of being a racist.

I'm talking simple math,
the apartment's value.

If he rents it to you,
it becomes an Ethiopian's apartment.

It'll say on it:

"Here lives an Ethiopian."

Okay?
The value goes down,

all the neighbors leave,

Ethiopians take over the building,

it turns into an Ethiopian building.

Now, when you leave,
he can only rent to an Ethiopian.

-Doesn't pay off.
-Then why is he doing it?

There's something wrong
with the apartment.

Bad plumbing,
rats, mixed marriage…

Call the bank, cancel the checks,
call the police.

What'll I tell the police?

"Help, I'm Ethiopian and someone
rented me an apartment in Tel Aviv"?

Did you check the apartment
before you took it?

Yes, I saw it.

Did you turn on the faucets?
Use the bathroom?

-I didn't use the bathroom.
-See?

How can I tell him now
that I want to see the bathroom?

Actually, I saw where he hides the key.

There you go,

a sign from above.

What are you waiting for?

Get up, run over there.

When I was ten, I was already
cooking for the whole family.

Why didn't your mother cook?

She wasn't at home,
she was in prison.

Grandma was in prison?!

Yes, she was a Prisoner of Zion
because she worked for the Mossad.

And I still have her recipes
to this day.

Forget the recipes,
Grandma was in the Mossad?!

Yes, she spent three years in prison.

We were so surprised when she escaped.

Grandma escaped from prison?

Mom, why didn't you
ever tell me all this?

I was busy.

I'm telling you now.

Write it all down.

How did she escape from prison?

There were monkeys in the courtyard

and Grandma adopted one
and called it Abebe.

-Grandma had a monkey?
-Forget about the monkey,

do you know that
Grandma escaped from prison?

You listen too.

Why did she call the monkey Abebe?

Because that was
the prison guard's name.

So when she called him,
no one noticed.

Anyway,

she taught Abebe to transfer notes
to Arnon from the Mossad

until one day

Abebe caught Abebe.

With a note for the Mossad?

It's Nitza. I told her you weren't
feeling well. She must be worried.

But this is the most interesting part.

One sec.

Hi, Nitza.

Hi, sweetheart,
how's your mom?

She can hear you.
She's better now.

Hi, Alamito,
how's your stomach?

Fine, fine.

Ortali, listen,
I have news for you!

It turns out that Grandma Henia
wrote a secret diary on cigarette butts

and she was in a group of the revengers,

the ones who hunted down Nazis.

And it turns out that

they're the ones who caught Hitler.

Grandma Henia caught Hitler?

Didn't he kill himself in a bunker?

No, his double killed himself
in the bunker.

Grandma Henia caught Hitler.

I even have an envelope here

with his moustache, it's incredible.

After they caught Hitler,

they all held hands and sang…

Oh, I'm in such bad pain,
it's worse than before…

Hold on, Nitza.
Mom, are you okay?

Call an ambulance!

Okay, bye, Nitza, bye.

Hello? Ortali?

Are you there?

Ortali!
I don't know what happened.

She must be running here
to see the moustache.

Okay, okay.

When she gets here,
tell her I'm at my house.

And there's no way

I'm leaving this moustache here,

it could get lost in this mess…

What are these circles for?

Is someone looking for an apartment?

What?

Are you guys moving?

Um…

I didn't know how to tell you,

but yes.

Mom,

Gili and I decided that it's time.

You've helped us enough

-and we need to be independent.
-Good.

But how will you get by?

Who will wake Gili up
every morning?

Yes, we'll have a lot of expenses,

we'll have to buy an alarm clock.

Who will open your mail

and take out your parking tickets?

We'll just have
to open our own mail, Mom.

Who will take the spoiled cheese
out of the garbage

and make quiches for you?

What?

Is that what we eat?

Spoiled cheese is the best thing
for a quiche.

Okay, then we'll bring you
our garbage on Fridays.

Mom, we're not leaving the country.

It's Tel Aviv, 20 minutes away.

Oh, 20 minutes?

So you've already seen something.

Actually, Gili saw a nice apartment, but…

want to come see it?

Do I have a choice?

If I want to come visit,

I need to see if it's comfortable for me.

Mendel, I don't know
what you're talking about,

I'm in the most beautiful bathroom ever.

The water flushes,

the faucets work,

there's ventilation.

Good, I wish you the best of luck.

Mendel, my stomach really feels funny.

I don't know
if it's the pressure or your cholent.

It's the cholent, trust me.

I've been in the bathroom
since you left.

Where did key go?

What, I left open? Strange…
Come on in.

This is the apartment.

Wow.

-It's beautiful.
-Don't show too much enthusiasm.

Tell me,

is there only one parking space
for each tenant?

I already told you,
there's a guy who wants it,

-but his wife has to see it first.
-Yes, that must be my husband,

-he was here today.
-I don't think so,

he was lovely Ethiopian fellow,

living with his mother-in-law.

She drive him crazy.

Oh, it's not him.

Interesting,
what else did he say about her?

She goes into bathroom,
she waked him up in the morning,

she open his mail, she…

Oh, this is the bedroom.

Interesting,
that's what he said about her?

Poor guy,

she sounds like a witch.

She interferes in everything,
she's a vampire,

she won't give him the key
for his mail.

Good thing he's moving, then.

Let's see how he gets along
alone in the world.

Stop it, Mom, it's not Gili.

No way.

Oh, this is the master bathroom.

And this is Gili.

Hi.

I hope you didn't bring
our Meir Shalev book here.

No.

It was so humiliating…

-Don't cry.
-You don't understand.

He shamed me,

he said that I'm a vampire.

-You're not a vampire.
-It was humiliating…

Don't cry, Nitza.

-Hi, Mom.
-Hi, Nitza.

I bought you a new Meir Shalev
from the store.

It wasn't nice,
the way you behaved.

-Saying that your mother butts in.
-Interferes.

-Interferes.
-Bossy.

-Bossy…
-Nitza, I know.

You know what hurt me the most?

That you weren't honest with me.

You just get up and leave?

To another apartment?

You couldn't tell Nitza,

"Nitza, we need a little more privacy"?

You pay thousands of shekels
just so you don't have to tell me?

You think
your mother can't take criticism?

I worked at
the Education Ministry for 30 years,

all we get is criticism!

-I'm the first person to accept criticism.
-You're right.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

And we don't want to move,
we want to stay.

If it's okay.

Good, Tamari,
so we're happy now, right?

No!

I won't have it.

But if you want to stay,
on one condition -

that I give you back your key.

I don't want it, take it.

Whatever you want.

I'll tell you what I don't want.

I don't want to become a burden.

A burden? Don't be…

A burden?

We want you to have a key.

I don't want it!

-Gili, give her the key.
-Tamar, she doesn't want it.

See? He doesn't want the key.

No, you said you don't want it,
and I respect that…

Nitza, I really want you to keep the key.

Liar!

Nitza, I'm begging you.

Okay.

I'll take it.

But it's only for emergencies.

If I come over, I'll call or text first.

I won't use it for just anything.

Good, Nitza, I'm glad.

You're glad I won't use it?
Then I don't want it.

-I don't want the key…
-I don't want this key!

Take it!
I don't want it!

I don't want it!

I'M BUYING YOU A GUN LIKE MINE

Yankaleh,

tell me,

why did Yuval write to you:

"I want to buy you
a gun like mine"?

Are you looking at my messages?
That's private.

Oh, I see,
so now I'm butting in on you too?

You know what?

I don't care, here's your phone.

What's going on between you two?

Nothing,
we're just guys, hanging out.

What…

Guys buying each other guns?

Are you friends from Hamas?

Okay,

he may have a little crush on me,
what can I say?

A crush?

What do you mean, a crush?

At the shooting range,
there was a moment…

-Forget it.
-I don't want to forget it.

What kind of moment was there?

-I had a malfunction.
-Yes.

-So he helped me.
-Yes.

But he surprised me
and came up from behind.

-Oh…
-And…

There was contact.

-He came up real close.
-Did you enjoy it?

No, I enjoyed the day,
we had a great day.

But I didn't enjoy the contact.

No. Of course not.

Make up your mind.

Did you enjoy it or not?

No, and that's final.

Then you have to go

and tell him that.

-That I didn't enjoy it?
-Yes.

No, that would be awkward.

Awkward?

That means you enjoyed it.

Okay, okay, I'll tell him.

But face-to-face.

So he doesn't surprise you
again from behind.

Unless you enjoyed it.

Stop it, Nitza,
I said I didn't enjoy it.

Feel better.

Thank you for coming.

Put this in the fridge,
it's porridge.

Thank you.

Mom, I don't believe it.

You let them take out your appendix
just so Ortal will listen to your story?

No need to get upset,

they said that we don't need our appendix.

Yeah, and when we donated blood,
they said they don't need our blood.

You think I'd let Nitza
get away with this?

That everyone will think Ortal's
grandma made kreplach without salt?

Hey, Mom, how are you?

Elirani.

Mom, look,
my family roots paper.

My class loved it and my teacher said
when you're feeling better,

you should come and talk about it.

That's great, I'm so happy.

It's worth a kidney too.

Mom, start thinking about other stories.

I have to write
a family roots paper this year too.

Maybe I should write about Nitza's story

about the kreplach and Hitler's moustache?

-I'll get an A if I have that moustache.
-Yeah.

What's wrong with you two?

Again Nitza?

Forget that, Eliran.
I have the best story for you.

It's a story about our mother.

-It was important to her that you hear…
-Okay, okay.

Go to Nitza.

Yes!

Oh, no…

UNANSWERED CALL - NITZA

Hello?

Hello?

GILI, I'M ON MY WAY

NOT NOW

Hello…

No!

Our little dog "Blacky"

You'll be left on your own now

Skip that song.

We don't sing that song here.

What?

We're not allowed to say "Blacky"
about a dog in front of Gili either?

Doctor, it turns out
I have concealed depression.

All of a sudden
he turns on the TV!

All of a sudden
he opens the fridge!

All of a sudden he eats!

Since he retired,

I have no life.

I want to kill myself!

-Yaakov!
-What did I do?

You burst out of the bathroom.

I went in to pee.

Then tell me, "I'm going to pee."

You don't tell me when you go to pee.

Because I live here, I always have.

I like the idea of having time to myself.

I'll rest, you'll take care of Maayan,

I'll get three meals a day.

Three more than at home.

Great.

You'll have more sex, too.

More than what? Once a month?

All right, all right,

you're married, I got it.