Nevsu (2017–2021): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Cleaner - full transcript
Wow, this smells great.
When is it going to be ready?
What's with you?
When was the last time you ate?
Cooked food?
Which day did I visit you?
-Hello.
-Hi.
-Here's my sweet granddaughter!
-Leave me alone!
Come on, honey. I'm going to
call Emma's mother right now.
I promise you she
won't bother you anymore.
I don't care. I'm not going
to class, and that's it.
That Emma girl is so violent.
I'm going to choke her.
-Ma'ayan!
-Who is Emma?
Some annoying girl who picks on her.
And you're not doing anything about it?
We are, Mom, we're dealing with it. We're
talking to the teacher, the counselor.
What about the lentils?
And what does the counselor say?
She says there's nothing to do about
it, that this Emma girl is hyperactive.
What do you mean, nothing to do?
Is this what we came to Israel for?
Forget it, tomorrow I'm going to see
Agarnesh, I'll take care of it.
Agarnesh the witch? You still see her?
Gili, so far, everything
Agarnesh told me, came true.
Tamar, daughter of Nitza?
That's a difficult name. It's difficult.
We must change.
-Change her name?
-No,
change the woman. Nothing can help her.
I can't believe you went to
see her before the wedding.
Of course, I don't take
one step without her.
I used to see her mother back in Ethiopia.
Walk all the way to Israel?
That's going to be difficult.
Ask for Tel-Aviv, North Tel-Aviv.
No, why?
We only want the holy city of Jerusalem.
Ask for the holy city of North Tel-Aviv.
Agarnesh's mother
knew about North Tel-Aviv?
Then why doesn't Agarnesh live there?
She has an apartment there.
She rents it out to students.
What about when she got
you your job back?
-My job?
-Yes.
Back when Carmon fired you and
then took you back after two days.
What does Agarnesh have to do with it?
Carmon apologized.
Carmon, son of Shoshana, right?
I don't know. How do you know that?
Facebook.
Listen, Gili, I need the name
of the mom of the girl who bothers
Ma'ayan and one object she owns.
Agarnesh will solve things.
You think I'm going to steal
a pencil case from a seven-year-old?
How did you do it without
an object from Carmon?
Who said I did?
Don't Shmelash's sunglasses
look familiar to you?
Come on, Jacob, hurry up.
Jacob, I'm going to the butcher.
You go to the bakery shop,
get a spinach-filled pastry, a cream cake,
and those cute little
pastries with the olives, okay?
-Why? Who are we having for dinner?
-It's shabbos.
Which one?
Shabbat shalom! Go, get challah
too, okay? You're welcome.
-Nitza?
-Yes?
Hi, it's me, Ora.
-What Ora?
-Ora, Ora from school.
Double Ora?
You're like half an Ora.
Yes.
-All your chins are gone.
-Right, right.
I can't believe it. Turn around.
Nice butt!
-How did you lose so much weight?
-I just kept my mouth shut.
Oh, come on, Ora, you used
to eat during classes.
Students would complain
that you taught with your mouth full.
-Did you have a gastric bypass?
-No, Nitza.
Gastric sleeve?
Like a balloon you inflate?
Are you nuts?
That's for people over 200 pounds.
Ora, you weighed
way more than 200 pounds.
-No, I didn't.
-Yes, you did.
I know, you wired your mouth,
where they tie your teeth with iron,
and you eat through a straw?
God, no, Nitza.
I know, they sew your tongue, so
you can't swallow solid foods.
That's extreme,
but I need something extreme.
They've ran out of filled pastry.
I can get some more kashkaval.
What do I care about the filled
pastry? It's not for me.
-Hi, Jacob.
-Jacob, remember Ora?
Ora?
Ora, who was also a teacher at the school.
Ora taught on the first floor
because she couldn't get up the stairs.
Yes, that's me, and now I run marathons.
Are you coming to the school's
fiftieth anniversary?
-Sure, I can't wait.
-Okay, bye.
Wait, I know, I know,
gentle enemas, that's what you got,
where they tie you to the bed,
give you juice,
-and it splashes on the other side?
-I just eat healthy and exercise.
Well, I don't want my pulse to drop.
Goodbye. Bye, Jacob.
-Bye.
-Bye, Ora.
She looks great, like a different person.
-Maybe you should walk with her.
-Jacob, I think you want to walk with her.
I'd have to walk around the world
in 80 days to look like that.
I'm starting a diet right now.
Go, bring back the pastry.
Come here, wait… Let me have just one.
Wait, Jacob, come here.
If there's no food at home I'll get upset.
I shouldn't be thinking about
my diet, so take the pastry home
and hide it.
-I'm going to pay.
-Bye, I'm going to walk home.
To earn this filled pastry.
Tell Shmelash to put this
note under his pillow
and see if he gets money
from social security tomorrow,
and this is for your knee pain.
Thank you.
This is so that Eliran's English teacher
won't count his last exam.
Thank God, what a relief.
-What else?
-Agarnesh,
this is my son, Gili.
He also has a problem.
Okay.
A girl in my daughter's
class who picks on her.
Did you bring anything of hers?
Is this okay?
Good. What's her name?
Emma, daughter of Iris Rosenbaum.
What would you like to happen?
Disease, accident, kidnapping?
No, God, no.
I want her to stop bullying my daughter.
How will she stop
if nothing happens to her?
Maybe you can do to her what we
did to that Georgian grocer?
-Half-body paralysis.
-No, God, no!
-It goes away after a week.
-No, what's wrong with you?
Isn't there anything less harsh,
for children?
What? Mumps, chickenpox?
I've given kids measles.
No, what's wrong with you?
Does it have to be a disease?
Just something to keep her away
from Ma'ayan.
He's become sensitive like
a white boy. What can I say?
Okay, I'll take care of it, don't worry.
Good, I already feel better.
Do you feel relieved?
Distressed, actually.
Do something for his distress.
Awesome, we're having steaks today.
No, no, the steaks are for Nitza.
For us she made potato latkes.
What's latkes? The elastic in underwear?
They taste a heck of a lot better.
You won't believe what Ma'ayan told me.
Emma is moving to America.
What? They're relocating to the US.
Her father got a job there.
Tamar, it's the witch.
Exactly, that little witch
is on her way to the US.
No, Agarnesh, my mother's witch.
I asked her to make Emma disappear.
What? No way.
What's so funny? It worked.
Agarnesh isn't some witch from the street.
She's a pro.
Her grandma cast spells on my grandma.
You don't say!
-She's a third-generation crook?
-What crook? It's professional.
I brought her Emma's rollerblades.
I gave her the name of her mother.
-It was you who stole Emma's rollerblades?
-Yes, and it worked.
There's something about her.
Thousands of people go to see her.
This is proof, I guess.
Your community is a big deal.
Hey, enjoy, everyone.
Here, it's ready.
What? Why aren't you eating?
Because we want what you're eating.
Oh, no, it's my special diet.
I didn't think anyone would want any.
So you're on a steak diet?
It's a Paleo diet. It's very demanding.
You eat cows, sheep, chicken,
ducks, swans…
It's all saturated fat,
and then you lose two kilos a week.
We'll see if it works.
We're on a new diet every other month.
I'm not quitting this diet, no way.
It's a diet that doesn't leave you hungry.
You know what my problem is?
My problem is hunger.
I'm the daughter of Holocaust survivors,
-so hunger is in my DNA.
-Really?
I'm first-generation hungry.
Once they fed me, I was fine.
But it's well known that the second
generation is always hungrier.
-That steak looks really good.
-No, no.
Don't touch it, it's carefully dosed.
My biggest concern with this diet
is losing too much weight.
In the end, I'll have
sunken cheeks, like this.
But at a certain age you have to decide,
-either your ass or your face.
-Come on, Mom, seriously.
Why don't you eat a balanced diet
and exercise for once?
Tamar, Tamar, quit talking nonsense.
I know all the diets, I've done
everything, seen everything,
I tried walking… I know everything.
I am older and wiser, and I can tell you:
I know what's healthy for me
and what isn't,
what's good for me…
-what's not good…
-Mom?
No, come here!
-I don't feel well!
-Have some lemonade.
No, I can't drink lemonade!
-She can't drink it.
-It has fruit in it!
-Go get me a 38% sour cream.
-No, no, breathe, breathe.
So call an ambulance.
I'll call an ambulance.
Give her sour cream!
Good, blood pressure is dropping.
I also added thinners.
Thank God.
But you must pay attention to your diet.
The prehistoric-man diet
won't work for you.
Excuse me, the prehistoric man
had no fat. He was muscular.
He was young, died at the age of
thirty, and didn't get to gain weight.
Prehistoric man also
chased mammoths all day.
You open the fridge,
and the sliced mammoth is there.
Fine, Jacob, sliced mammoth.
I'll come back in an hour, okay?
-Thank you, Doctor.
-Thank you very much.
Oh, Nitza, thank God I was on duty.
What happened to her?
Everything's fine.
Her blood pressure is down.
I'm not okay, Jacob! Alamito,
you know how painful it is?
Now I have to go back to the crackers-
-and-cheese diet. It dries out my throat!
Do you know how hard it is for a
daughter of Holocaust survivors,
who's heard so many stories about hunger,
to experience this hunger firsthand?
But why would you be hungry?
Because I have the school's
fiftieth anniversary
in three weeks,
and I have to lose weight.
So? I'll make you some teff.
It's nutritious, non-fat,
you eat it once every morning, and
that's it, you don't eat the entire day.
Really? So that's your secret.
That's why you're all so skinny.
That and the fact we didn't have
a bakery in our village.
Excuse me, we didn't have a
bakery in the ghetto, either.
So if I eat only teff for three weeks,
-how much weight will I lose?
-No, not just teff, you'll be too skinny.
Do you want to be like that
skinny supermodel?
I wouldn't mind being tall,
thin, with blue eyes.
Is this teff stuff even edible?
It's delicious! Gili lived on it
before we came to Israel.
Good. Gili really came out skinny.
Skinny and short. Maybe teff
is why he never grew taller?
Do you want to be tall or thin?
Alamito, when is it going to be ready?
I could eat a horse!
Nitza, leave the ketchup.
Come, sit down, I'll serve you.
-I hope it's not spicy. All your food is.
-It's not.
No, it's sweet.
-Spicy sweet?
-No, sweet sweet.
It doesn't smell very good. Wait.
Blessed be the Lord, God almighty.
Reminds me of your injera bread.
It also tastes like a stale kitchen towel.
Where I come from,
it's considered a delicacy.
You didn't have much
choice back in Ethiopia.
Either a stale kitchen towel or clay.
The raisins actually save it.
It's a bit better than mud.
Get me another plate.
Blessed be the Lord God almighty.
Saying it's tasty
would be fake news.
I could smell the teff from my apartment.
Who are you spoiling?
-Oh, Nitza.
-Shmelash.
-I'm on a teff diet.
-Oh, that's great.
You eat one dish, and you're full.
You can't even swallow your own spit.
Alamito, make me a diet plate, too.
-There's none left.
-Is the pot empty?
It's all in Nitza's stomach.
Turn her over.
You ate the whole pot?
You said it was dietetic!
One plate is a diet.
One pot is the entire family's diet.
What am I going to do?
I'm hungry all the time.
I don't know what I'm going to do
with all this hunger! What can I do?
-Are you asking me or the fridge?
-You.
Leave the fridge alone. You've already
eaten all its answers. Come, sit down.
Ever heard of Khat?
That plant that the
Yemenite chew, like cows,
where they get a ball in
their mouth and regurgitate?
Not just Yemenites. Think of another
skinny nation you know very well.
It doesn't taste good!
But the more you eat it,
the skinnier you get.
Oh yeah? So let me have more… more.
What happens is,
every Saturday, the girl,
Ma'ayan, daughter of Tamar,
wakes up at 6 AM.
Her mother, Tamar, Daughter of Nitza,
sleeps tight.
Can it be the other way around?
Wait, I don't understand.
Is this the girl's bra?
No, it's her mother's.
But you know what?
While I'm here, if you
could make her a bit bigger…
-Good morning.
-Good morning, thanks, wow.
-What time is it?
-9 AM.
Get this: Ma'ayan is asleep.
I got up at six.
-It's healthy to get up early.
-No, it's about nutrition.
I'm going to quit tofu.
it's probably full of hormones,
you know? Even my breasts got bigger.
I can't believe you haven't sent
me to Agarnesh all these years.
You were keeping her to yourself, right?
I told you, and you mocked me.
You should have forced me to go.
She's a genius! She can solve any problem.
What? Did you go see her again?
I just saw her.
You shouldn't see Agarnesh more
than once a month. It's addictive.
So what? It's a healthy addiction.
It's like sports. Just this week
she got me a parking permit,
took care of my mole… I asked
her to make Tamar start cooking.
Mom, today I'm having dessert at home.
You asked Agarnesh to get
you a parking permit?
This kid's got some nerve.
I pay her, and there's no line at the DMV.
Fine, she works for money.
But what about all the spirits and demons
you're waking with this nonsense?
Some demon will come for you eventually!
What do you mean, come for me?
Stop, Shmelash, don't scare him.
Tell him what happened to my uncle.
Tadela who? The stammerer?
He didn't always stammer.
He would talk endlessly
with Agarnesh's mother,
come by every day to ask her for stuff.
He got addicted. She lived right by him.
One day, as he was walking in the woods,
a demon caught him and said to him:
Who are you to ask for a chicken
to lay two eggs in one day?
From now on, you can't ask for anything.
Tadela got up the next morning
and told us this story, stammering.
And he's been stammering ever since?
Why didn't you say so?
Okay, I'm taking the food
to my apartment.
I don't need the demons thinking
I'm somehow related to this rude man.
Gili! Gili, were you in Netanya?
Do you have a bag for me?
You don't say that,
especially not to Ethiopians.
Why didn't you tell me about
Khat before? It's a wonderful diet.
I'm not even hungry, you know?
I've lost two kilos already,
and if I'm hungry,
I eat some more leaves.
I thought about losing eight kilos,
but now I've decided I'm
going to lose twelve.
You can't chew Khat all day.
Shmelash limits himself to one a day.
One branch? You must be joking.
I could eat a whole tree.
Come on, bring me the bag!
Show it to me.
What? That's it?
For real? You could build a hut with this.
Nitza, you're worrying me.
Maybe I shouldn't give you all this.
What did you say?
Sorry, you're a grown-up. Take it all.
That branch has been driving me nuts.
I'm going to cut
this entire rosemary bush back.
Oh God!
What do you want?
You want the car? Take it.
I'm a demon. I don't need a car.
So what do you want from me?
To use public healthcare more.
If you have no cooked food in the house,
you can order some online.
There's an app. People cook at home.
You can order Moroccan food,
Ethiopian food…
Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
We're good, right?
It's just a warning, right?
You're not taking any measures yet?
Gili, are you okay?
Yes. I just had a…
-nightmare.
-Would you like something to eat?
I feel like cooking all of a sudden.
What's with me?
Jacob, Jacob, wake up.
I can't sleep.
Maybe we can watch Bride of
Istanbul. It's supposed to be good.
You can go to Istanbul by
yourself. I'm sleeping.
Fine, I'll go wash the curtains.
Oh, I see you're finally
done with the diet.
Are you crazy? It's all for you.
I haven't slept all night.
-Why haven't you slept?
-The Khat.
I don't know how the Yemenite kids were
kidnapped if they were so alert.
-When did you last sleep?
-I slept
for 30 minutes two days ago.
But it was a really deep sleep.
-sleep of the Yemenites.
-Sleep of the just?
No, I mean sleep of the…
On my God! I'm out of Khat!
-The hunger will come back!
-Eat something.
Even Izhar Cohen eats every two days.
Are you crazy? I can't stay here.
Look, I'm surrounded by enemies.
I have to ask Shmelash
to fix me another bag.
No!
You can't go an hour without Khat?
Excuse me?
I'll decide when I want to quit.
I'm out of here. I'm already gone.
Don't worry, sweetie.
Agarnesh will fix your speech.
Great, there's no line today.
-Shit!
-Calm down.
How…
can I work now?
It's not that bad. Even Moses stammered.
And he went to work every
day, for forty years.
Shmelash! Shmelash, open up, It's Nitza.
Shmelash!
Calm down. We have neighbors
here. You're not in the country.
Then give me some Khat.
need Khat. I'm out of Khat.
-I can't right now.
-Open up now!
I'll kill you! You give me one bag of Khat
-and then tell me it's over?
-Be quiet. I can't sell you any more.
What do you mean, you can't?
Who would know? It's between us.
-Shmelash, do you hear me?
-Yes, Jacob.
-It's my Jacob? Stay out of it!
-But Nitza, I really gave you all of it.
Shmelash, I'm begging you:
just tell me where to buy.
Shmelash, don't you dare tell her.
Jacob, I'm not even speaking to
her. Here, I'm locking the door,
-and I'm not going to open.
-Shmelash! I'm begging.
Here, take it, just tell me where to buy.
-Central Station, Adiso's spice shop.
-Thank you.
-Are you Adiso?
-Yes, how can I help?
I need Khat, do you have Khat?
Two kilos of Khat. One kilo,
three, as much you have.
-How much?
-Come next week.
I'll never make it!
I'm hungry. I need the Khat now.
Hello! Does anybody have a branch?
Khat, please, have mercy, righteous Jews!
Help me, I need Khat. Khat!
-Ma'am, would you like some Khat?
-Yes, yes.
Thank God, a guardian angel.
Come around back.
Let's go.
-It's 200 shekels for ten pills.
-I don't want pills.
I'm looking for leaves.
Khat leaves that you…
eat and lose weight.
Ma'am, these are Khat pills. I've been
taking them for years. I'm fit.
Okay, let me have some.
I have to stop this hunger. Here.
Hands up!
I'm innocent!
Come, Nitza You're discharged. We can go.
I'm not going anywhere,
Jacob. I'm staying here.
I was involved in a drug deal.
Stop it. It was a misunderstanding.
Do you want to get sent to prison?
I've been talking to some guys here.
They said the food in prison is gross.
After two weeks there,
I'll fit into Ma'ayan's leggings.
Nitza, you're delirious
because you haven't eaten.
I promise you, when I get
home, I'll give Ora a call
and get her to tell me what her diet was.
This is filled with marshmallows
and cranberries,
fresh from the oven.
Hang on, I forgot the pomelo sauce.
-Pomelo sauce? Sound interesting.
-Yes.
Are you stuttering about the food?
No.
Tamar, honey, I can't touch it.
I have to watch my weight.
What is it? It feels like…
it was baked by a demon.
Right.
I went to… to…
-A massage therapist?
-No, no. To…
Come on, what is it you want to say?
Say it!
A witch.
He's now telling you about the witch?
But here, this is the pomelo sauce,
and this is cabbage stuffed with avocado
and peanut-butter crust.
What do you mean, witch?
This woman, Agarnesh.
She's his mother's witch.
Your mother's witch? Excuse me, Gili,
this suits Alamito, not you.
-It's exactly what I told him.
-Yes, you're an Israeli now.
You need to see a communicator.
-What? No.
-Yes.
A real communicator. Listen,
I have mine, Michal,
I don't do anything without asking her.
She's now doing a prep course
on alien communication.
That's it. Tomorrow morning
you'll be a new person.
Should I swallow it?
Put it under my…
-pillow?
-No.
No, you need to pay. This is the bill.
What?
1,500 Shekels? For real?
There! I cured you of your stutter.
What about you, Nitza?
A good friend of mine, double Ora,
lost 40 kilo, but she won't tell me
her secret.
She's become half an Ora.
-Who? Ora Ze'evi?
-Yes.
Ora Ze'evi who got divorced?
Ora Ze'evi got divorced?
Jacob,
the mystery is solved. Divorce!
Divorce?
Double Ora's divorce.
That's why she lost weight.
The depression, the loneliness, the
desire to get back in the game.
Too bad. Her husband was a great guy.
Why too bad? That's why she lost weight.
And I bet he did, too.
-So?
-What do you mean?
Jacob, you promised to
help me with my diet.
Don't even think about it!
Jacob, I'm begging you, please.
Jacob, just a little divorce.
A temporary divorce.
And then we'll meet on Tinder,
skinny and beautiful.
Babe, would you mind
if I turned the TV on?
I mind, it's Yom Kippur.
Show some respect.
What's that? Salami?
Not salami, ham.
Shabbat shalom!
Look at this gorgeous challah.
A cute little challah.
I love challah, but I can't eat it.
Take it away.
A small piece.
No, no, Nitza!
No tearing the challah
before the blessing.
Sorry.
I put it back, sorry.
Rabbi Chalacho, forgive me.
Forgive me, challah.
-Nitza, is that incense?
-No, it's not incense.
I'm steaming the shrimp. I'm on a diet.
When is it going to be ready?
What's with you?
When was the last time you ate?
Cooked food?
Which day did I visit you?
-Hello.
-Hi.
-Here's my sweet granddaughter!
-Leave me alone!
Come on, honey. I'm going to
call Emma's mother right now.
I promise you she
won't bother you anymore.
I don't care. I'm not going
to class, and that's it.
That Emma girl is so violent.
I'm going to choke her.
-Ma'ayan!
-Who is Emma?
Some annoying girl who picks on her.
And you're not doing anything about it?
We are, Mom, we're dealing with it. We're
talking to the teacher, the counselor.
What about the lentils?
And what does the counselor say?
She says there's nothing to do about
it, that this Emma girl is hyperactive.
What do you mean, nothing to do?
Is this what we came to Israel for?
Forget it, tomorrow I'm going to see
Agarnesh, I'll take care of it.
Agarnesh the witch? You still see her?
Gili, so far, everything
Agarnesh told me, came true.
Tamar, daughter of Nitza?
That's a difficult name. It's difficult.
We must change.
-Change her name?
-No,
change the woman. Nothing can help her.
I can't believe you went to
see her before the wedding.
Of course, I don't take
one step without her.
I used to see her mother back in Ethiopia.
Walk all the way to Israel?
That's going to be difficult.
Ask for Tel-Aviv, North Tel-Aviv.
No, why?
We only want the holy city of Jerusalem.
Ask for the holy city of North Tel-Aviv.
Agarnesh's mother
knew about North Tel-Aviv?
Then why doesn't Agarnesh live there?
She has an apartment there.
She rents it out to students.
What about when she got
you your job back?
-My job?
-Yes.
Back when Carmon fired you and
then took you back after two days.
What does Agarnesh have to do with it?
Carmon apologized.
Carmon, son of Shoshana, right?
I don't know. How do you know that?
Facebook.
Listen, Gili, I need the name
of the mom of the girl who bothers
Ma'ayan and one object she owns.
Agarnesh will solve things.
You think I'm going to steal
a pencil case from a seven-year-old?
How did you do it without
an object from Carmon?
Who said I did?
Don't Shmelash's sunglasses
look familiar to you?
Come on, Jacob, hurry up.
Jacob, I'm going to the butcher.
You go to the bakery shop,
get a spinach-filled pastry, a cream cake,
and those cute little
pastries with the olives, okay?
-Why? Who are we having for dinner?
-It's shabbos.
Which one?
Shabbat shalom! Go, get challah
too, okay? You're welcome.
-Nitza?
-Yes?
Hi, it's me, Ora.
-What Ora?
-Ora, Ora from school.
Double Ora?
You're like half an Ora.
Yes.
-All your chins are gone.
-Right, right.
I can't believe it. Turn around.
Nice butt!
-How did you lose so much weight?
-I just kept my mouth shut.
Oh, come on, Ora, you used
to eat during classes.
Students would complain
that you taught with your mouth full.
-Did you have a gastric bypass?
-No, Nitza.
Gastric sleeve?
Like a balloon you inflate?
Are you nuts?
That's for people over 200 pounds.
Ora, you weighed
way more than 200 pounds.
-No, I didn't.
-Yes, you did.
I know, you wired your mouth,
where they tie your teeth with iron,
and you eat through a straw?
God, no, Nitza.
I know, they sew your tongue, so
you can't swallow solid foods.
That's extreme,
but I need something extreme.
They've ran out of filled pastry.
I can get some more kashkaval.
What do I care about the filled
pastry? It's not for me.
-Hi, Jacob.
-Jacob, remember Ora?
Ora?
Ora, who was also a teacher at the school.
Ora taught on the first floor
because she couldn't get up the stairs.
Yes, that's me, and now I run marathons.
Are you coming to the school's
fiftieth anniversary?
-Sure, I can't wait.
-Okay, bye.
Wait, I know, I know,
gentle enemas, that's what you got,
where they tie you to the bed,
give you juice,
-and it splashes on the other side?
-I just eat healthy and exercise.
Well, I don't want my pulse to drop.
Goodbye. Bye, Jacob.
-Bye.
-Bye, Ora.
She looks great, like a different person.
-Maybe you should walk with her.
-Jacob, I think you want to walk with her.
I'd have to walk around the world
in 80 days to look like that.
I'm starting a diet right now.
Go, bring back the pastry.
Come here, wait… Let me have just one.
Wait, Jacob, come here.
If there's no food at home I'll get upset.
I shouldn't be thinking about
my diet, so take the pastry home
and hide it.
-I'm going to pay.
-Bye, I'm going to walk home.
To earn this filled pastry.
Tell Shmelash to put this
note under his pillow
and see if he gets money
from social security tomorrow,
and this is for your knee pain.
Thank you.
This is so that Eliran's English teacher
won't count his last exam.
Thank God, what a relief.
-What else?
-Agarnesh,
this is my son, Gili.
He also has a problem.
Okay.
A girl in my daughter's
class who picks on her.
Did you bring anything of hers?
Is this okay?
Good. What's her name?
Emma, daughter of Iris Rosenbaum.
What would you like to happen?
Disease, accident, kidnapping?
No, God, no.
I want her to stop bullying my daughter.
How will she stop
if nothing happens to her?
Maybe you can do to her what we
did to that Georgian grocer?
-Half-body paralysis.
-No, God, no!
-It goes away after a week.
-No, what's wrong with you?
Isn't there anything less harsh,
for children?
What? Mumps, chickenpox?
I've given kids measles.
No, what's wrong with you?
Does it have to be a disease?
Just something to keep her away
from Ma'ayan.
He's become sensitive like
a white boy. What can I say?
Okay, I'll take care of it, don't worry.
Good, I already feel better.
Do you feel relieved?
Distressed, actually.
Do something for his distress.
Awesome, we're having steaks today.
No, no, the steaks are for Nitza.
For us she made potato latkes.
What's latkes? The elastic in underwear?
They taste a heck of a lot better.
You won't believe what Ma'ayan told me.
Emma is moving to America.
What? They're relocating to the US.
Her father got a job there.
Tamar, it's the witch.
Exactly, that little witch
is on her way to the US.
No, Agarnesh, my mother's witch.
I asked her to make Emma disappear.
What? No way.
What's so funny? It worked.
Agarnesh isn't some witch from the street.
She's a pro.
Her grandma cast spells on my grandma.
You don't say!
-She's a third-generation crook?
-What crook? It's professional.
I brought her Emma's rollerblades.
I gave her the name of her mother.
-It was you who stole Emma's rollerblades?
-Yes, and it worked.
There's something about her.
Thousands of people go to see her.
This is proof, I guess.
Your community is a big deal.
Hey, enjoy, everyone.
Here, it's ready.
What? Why aren't you eating?
Because we want what you're eating.
Oh, no, it's my special diet.
I didn't think anyone would want any.
So you're on a steak diet?
It's a Paleo diet. It's very demanding.
You eat cows, sheep, chicken,
ducks, swans…
It's all saturated fat,
and then you lose two kilos a week.
We'll see if it works.
We're on a new diet every other month.
I'm not quitting this diet, no way.
It's a diet that doesn't leave you hungry.
You know what my problem is?
My problem is hunger.
I'm the daughter of Holocaust survivors,
-so hunger is in my DNA.
-Really?
I'm first-generation hungry.
Once they fed me, I was fine.
But it's well known that the second
generation is always hungrier.
-That steak looks really good.
-No, no.
Don't touch it, it's carefully dosed.
My biggest concern with this diet
is losing too much weight.
In the end, I'll have
sunken cheeks, like this.
But at a certain age you have to decide,
-either your ass or your face.
-Come on, Mom, seriously.
Why don't you eat a balanced diet
and exercise for once?
Tamar, Tamar, quit talking nonsense.
I know all the diets, I've done
everything, seen everything,
I tried walking… I know everything.
I am older and wiser, and I can tell you:
I know what's healthy for me
and what isn't,
what's good for me…
-what's not good…
-Mom?
No, come here!
-I don't feel well!
-Have some lemonade.
No, I can't drink lemonade!
-She can't drink it.
-It has fruit in it!
-Go get me a 38% sour cream.
-No, no, breathe, breathe.
So call an ambulance.
I'll call an ambulance.
Give her sour cream!
Good, blood pressure is dropping.
I also added thinners.
Thank God.
But you must pay attention to your diet.
The prehistoric-man diet
won't work for you.
Excuse me, the prehistoric man
had no fat. He was muscular.
He was young, died at the age of
thirty, and didn't get to gain weight.
Prehistoric man also
chased mammoths all day.
You open the fridge,
and the sliced mammoth is there.
Fine, Jacob, sliced mammoth.
I'll come back in an hour, okay?
-Thank you, Doctor.
-Thank you very much.
Oh, Nitza, thank God I was on duty.
What happened to her?
Everything's fine.
Her blood pressure is down.
I'm not okay, Jacob! Alamito,
you know how painful it is?
Now I have to go back to the crackers-
-and-cheese diet. It dries out my throat!
Do you know how hard it is for a
daughter of Holocaust survivors,
who's heard so many stories about hunger,
to experience this hunger firsthand?
But why would you be hungry?
Because I have the school's
fiftieth anniversary
in three weeks,
and I have to lose weight.
So? I'll make you some teff.
It's nutritious, non-fat,
you eat it once every morning, and
that's it, you don't eat the entire day.
Really? So that's your secret.
That's why you're all so skinny.
That and the fact we didn't have
a bakery in our village.
Excuse me, we didn't have a
bakery in the ghetto, either.
So if I eat only teff for three weeks,
-how much weight will I lose?
-No, not just teff, you'll be too skinny.
Do you want to be like that
skinny supermodel?
I wouldn't mind being tall,
thin, with blue eyes.
Is this teff stuff even edible?
It's delicious! Gili lived on it
before we came to Israel.
Good. Gili really came out skinny.
Skinny and short. Maybe teff
is why he never grew taller?
Do you want to be tall or thin?
Alamito, when is it going to be ready?
I could eat a horse!
Nitza, leave the ketchup.
Come, sit down, I'll serve you.
-I hope it's not spicy. All your food is.
-It's not.
No, it's sweet.
-Spicy sweet?
-No, sweet sweet.
It doesn't smell very good. Wait.
Blessed be the Lord, God almighty.
Reminds me of your injera bread.
It also tastes like a stale kitchen towel.
Where I come from,
it's considered a delicacy.
You didn't have much
choice back in Ethiopia.
Either a stale kitchen towel or clay.
The raisins actually save it.
It's a bit better than mud.
Get me another plate.
Blessed be the Lord God almighty.
Saying it's tasty
would be fake news.
I could smell the teff from my apartment.
Who are you spoiling?
-Oh, Nitza.
-Shmelash.
-I'm on a teff diet.
-Oh, that's great.
You eat one dish, and you're full.
You can't even swallow your own spit.
Alamito, make me a diet plate, too.
-There's none left.
-Is the pot empty?
It's all in Nitza's stomach.
Turn her over.
You ate the whole pot?
You said it was dietetic!
One plate is a diet.
One pot is the entire family's diet.
What am I going to do?
I'm hungry all the time.
I don't know what I'm going to do
with all this hunger! What can I do?
-Are you asking me or the fridge?
-You.
Leave the fridge alone. You've already
eaten all its answers. Come, sit down.
Ever heard of Khat?
That plant that the
Yemenite chew, like cows,
where they get a ball in
their mouth and regurgitate?
Not just Yemenites. Think of another
skinny nation you know very well.
It doesn't taste good!
But the more you eat it,
the skinnier you get.
Oh yeah? So let me have more… more.
What happens is,
every Saturday, the girl,
Ma'ayan, daughter of Tamar,
wakes up at 6 AM.
Her mother, Tamar, Daughter of Nitza,
sleeps tight.
Can it be the other way around?
Wait, I don't understand.
Is this the girl's bra?
No, it's her mother's.
But you know what?
While I'm here, if you
could make her a bit bigger…
-Good morning.
-Good morning, thanks, wow.
-What time is it?
-9 AM.
Get this: Ma'ayan is asleep.
I got up at six.
-It's healthy to get up early.
-No, it's about nutrition.
I'm going to quit tofu.
it's probably full of hormones,
you know? Even my breasts got bigger.
I can't believe you haven't sent
me to Agarnesh all these years.
You were keeping her to yourself, right?
I told you, and you mocked me.
You should have forced me to go.
She's a genius! She can solve any problem.
What? Did you go see her again?
I just saw her.
You shouldn't see Agarnesh more
than once a month. It's addictive.
So what? It's a healthy addiction.
It's like sports. Just this week
she got me a parking permit,
took care of my mole… I asked
her to make Tamar start cooking.
Mom, today I'm having dessert at home.
You asked Agarnesh to get
you a parking permit?
This kid's got some nerve.
I pay her, and there's no line at the DMV.
Fine, she works for money.
But what about all the spirits and demons
you're waking with this nonsense?
Some demon will come for you eventually!
What do you mean, come for me?
Stop, Shmelash, don't scare him.
Tell him what happened to my uncle.
Tadela who? The stammerer?
He didn't always stammer.
He would talk endlessly
with Agarnesh's mother,
come by every day to ask her for stuff.
He got addicted. She lived right by him.
One day, as he was walking in the woods,
a demon caught him and said to him:
Who are you to ask for a chicken
to lay two eggs in one day?
From now on, you can't ask for anything.
Tadela got up the next morning
and told us this story, stammering.
And he's been stammering ever since?
Why didn't you say so?
Okay, I'm taking the food
to my apartment.
I don't need the demons thinking
I'm somehow related to this rude man.
Gili! Gili, were you in Netanya?
Do you have a bag for me?
You don't say that,
especially not to Ethiopians.
Why didn't you tell me about
Khat before? It's a wonderful diet.
I'm not even hungry, you know?
I've lost two kilos already,
and if I'm hungry,
I eat some more leaves.
I thought about losing eight kilos,
but now I've decided I'm
going to lose twelve.
You can't chew Khat all day.
Shmelash limits himself to one a day.
One branch? You must be joking.
I could eat a whole tree.
Come on, bring me the bag!
Show it to me.
What? That's it?
For real? You could build a hut with this.
Nitza, you're worrying me.
Maybe I shouldn't give you all this.
What did you say?
Sorry, you're a grown-up. Take it all.
That branch has been driving me nuts.
I'm going to cut
this entire rosemary bush back.
Oh God!
What do you want?
You want the car? Take it.
I'm a demon. I don't need a car.
So what do you want from me?
To use public healthcare more.
If you have no cooked food in the house,
you can order some online.
There's an app. People cook at home.
You can order Moroccan food,
Ethiopian food…
Okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
We're good, right?
It's just a warning, right?
You're not taking any measures yet?
Gili, are you okay?
Yes. I just had a…
-nightmare.
-Would you like something to eat?
I feel like cooking all of a sudden.
What's with me?
Jacob, Jacob, wake up.
I can't sleep.
Maybe we can watch Bride of
Istanbul. It's supposed to be good.
You can go to Istanbul by
yourself. I'm sleeping.
Fine, I'll go wash the curtains.
Oh, I see you're finally
done with the diet.
Are you crazy? It's all for you.
I haven't slept all night.
-Why haven't you slept?
-The Khat.
I don't know how the Yemenite kids were
kidnapped if they were so alert.
-When did you last sleep?
-I slept
for 30 minutes two days ago.
But it was a really deep sleep.
-sleep of the Yemenites.
-Sleep of the just?
No, I mean sleep of the…
On my God! I'm out of Khat!
-The hunger will come back!
-Eat something.
Even Izhar Cohen eats every two days.
Are you crazy? I can't stay here.
Look, I'm surrounded by enemies.
I have to ask Shmelash
to fix me another bag.
No!
You can't go an hour without Khat?
Excuse me?
I'll decide when I want to quit.
I'm out of here. I'm already gone.
Don't worry, sweetie.
Agarnesh will fix your speech.
Great, there's no line today.
-Shit!
-Calm down.
How…
can I work now?
It's not that bad. Even Moses stammered.
And he went to work every
day, for forty years.
Shmelash! Shmelash, open up, It's Nitza.
Shmelash!
Calm down. We have neighbors
here. You're not in the country.
Then give me some Khat.
need Khat. I'm out of Khat.
-I can't right now.
-Open up now!
I'll kill you! You give me one bag of Khat
-and then tell me it's over?
-Be quiet. I can't sell you any more.
What do you mean, you can't?
Who would know? It's between us.
-Shmelash, do you hear me?
-Yes, Jacob.
-It's my Jacob? Stay out of it!
-But Nitza, I really gave you all of it.
Shmelash, I'm begging you:
just tell me where to buy.
Shmelash, don't you dare tell her.
Jacob, I'm not even speaking to
her. Here, I'm locking the door,
-and I'm not going to open.
-Shmelash! I'm begging.
Here, take it, just tell me where to buy.
-Central Station, Adiso's spice shop.
-Thank you.
-Are you Adiso?
-Yes, how can I help?
I need Khat, do you have Khat?
Two kilos of Khat. One kilo,
three, as much you have.
-How much?
-Come next week.
I'll never make it!
I'm hungry. I need the Khat now.
Hello! Does anybody have a branch?
Khat, please, have mercy, righteous Jews!
Help me, I need Khat. Khat!
-Ma'am, would you like some Khat?
-Yes, yes.
Thank God, a guardian angel.
Come around back.
Let's go.
-It's 200 shekels for ten pills.
-I don't want pills.
I'm looking for leaves.
Khat leaves that you…
eat and lose weight.
Ma'am, these are Khat pills. I've been
taking them for years. I'm fit.
Okay, let me have some.
I have to stop this hunger. Here.
Hands up!
I'm innocent!
Come, Nitza You're discharged. We can go.
I'm not going anywhere,
Jacob. I'm staying here.
I was involved in a drug deal.
Stop it. It was a misunderstanding.
Do you want to get sent to prison?
I've been talking to some guys here.
They said the food in prison is gross.
After two weeks there,
I'll fit into Ma'ayan's leggings.
Nitza, you're delirious
because you haven't eaten.
I promise you, when I get
home, I'll give Ora a call
and get her to tell me what her diet was.
This is filled with marshmallows
and cranberries,
fresh from the oven.
Hang on, I forgot the pomelo sauce.
-Pomelo sauce? Sound interesting.
-Yes.
Are you stuttering about the food?
No.
Tamar, honey, I can't touch it.
I have to watch my weight.
What is it? It feels like…
it was baked by a demon.
Right.
I went to… to…
-A massage therapist?
-No, no. To…
Come on, what is it you want to say?
Say it!
A witch.
He's now telling you about the witch?
But here, this is the pomelo sauce,
and this is cabbage stuffed with avocado
and peanut-butter crust.
What do you mean, witch?
This woman, Agarnesh.
She's his mother's witch.
Your mother's witch? Excuse me, Gili,
this suits Alamito, not you.
-It's exactly what I told him.
-Yes, you're an Israeli now.
You need to see a communicator.
-What? No.
-Yes.
A real communicator. Listen,
I have mine, Michal,
I don't do anything without asking her.
She's now doing a prep course
on alien communication.
That's it. Tomorrow morning
you'll be a new person.
Should I swallow it?
Put it under my…
-pillow?
-No.
No, you need to pay. This is the bill.
What?
1,500 Shekels? For real?
There! I cured you of your stutter.
What about you, Nitza?
A good friend of mine, double Ora,
lost 40 kilo, but she won't tell me
her secret.
She's become half an Ora.
-Who? Ora Ze'evi?
-Yes.
Ora Ze'evi who got divorced?
Ora Ze'evi got divorced?
Jacob,
the mystery is solved. Divorce!
Divorce?
Double Ora's divorce.
That's why she lost weight.
The depression, the loneliness, the
desire to get back in the game.
Too bad. Her husband was a great guy.
Why too bad? That's why she lost weight.
And I bet he did, too.
-So?
-What do you mean?
Jacob, you promised to
help me with my diet.
Don't even think about it!
Jacob, I'm begging you, please.
Jacob, just a little divorce.
A temporary divorce.
And then we'll meet on Tinder,
skinny and beautiful.
Babe, would you mind
if I turned the TV on?
I mind, it's Yom Kippur.
Show some respect.
What's that? Salami?
Not salami, ham.
Shabbat shalom!
Look at this gorgeous challah.
A cute little challah.
I love challah, but I can't eat it.
Take it away.
A small piece.
No, no, Nitza!
No tearing the challah
before the blessing.
Sorry.
I put it back, sorry.
Rabbi Chalacho, forgive me.
Forgive me, challah.
-Nitza, is that incense?
-No, it's not incense.
I'm steaming the shrimp. I'm on a diet.