Srugim (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 10 - Episode #3.10 - full transcript

I got a scholarship
to study at the Kolel.

You finally have something
you wanted.

This is Amir, he's new here.

These people never decided anything
in their whole miserable lives.

Then why are they here?
-Their wives pushed them.

I'm considering tempting your
graphic designer to work for us.

Don't make me laugh.

When can you start?
-In a week.

You're wasting your time,
she only dates poets.

"Sometimes the mirror
is a window, and so are you."

You need some
cultural training, Nati.



"To the most beautiful among women,

"My dove, my Tehila,

I shall save what remains
of my love for another."

What's wrong?

They're not printing
"Keter L'Tehila" (A Crown of Glory).

They suddenly want more money.

Who should I make the check out to?
-Thanks, you're sweet.

"Srugim"

"Crown for Tehila" is your
second book being published

two and a half years
after "Digital Figs"? -Right.

The book is privately funded
and my question is,

why not continue
publishing your poems

on websites or magazines?
Isn't this a waste of money?

That's true,
I normally prefer to write



and post the poem online
so it reaches the reader directly

rather than the heaviness
of a book of poems.

In this case, the poems sat
in the drawer for several months,

and as much as I tried, I realized
that they mustn't be separated,

that they're one piece.

Would you define
your previous book a success?

That depends on what you consider
a success. My mother liked it.

For me, that's a success.
-Okay.

I'd like to read a piece
from a poem in the book,

it's called "I am Matter."
-Good choice.

How long have you been dating?
-We've only started.

It's new.
-Yes.

I heard you financed his book,
is that true?

Who told you that?
-People talk.

It's not true.
-Okay, I just asked.

By the way, you'll be reading
some of your poems

at the community center
in Nahlaot tomorrow.

Yes, there'll be refreshments,
cheap wine, some friends,

poets like Eli Simon Cohen,
Benny Michashvilli, Aryeh Burger...

Didl I sound okay?
-You sounded great.

I have a blackout.

You were very impressive.
Trust me.

Reul I teve to stop off
at-Nahlaot, is it okay?

Yeah, sure.

Why?
I have to leave someone a book.

A relative?
-No.

Someone I used to go out with.
-Oh.

I can walk if you're in a hurry.

Are you holding on?

Her name is Tehila.

Yes.
-Like in the book?

She inspired some of
the poems in the book.

She embroiders Torah curtains?

Yes.

I didn't think there was a real person
behind that name.

Just a minute, Reut,
I'm trying to concentrate.

Let's go, I'm cold.
-Just a second.

You wrote a whole book about her,
she doesn't need a dedication!

m coming,
'm coming.

How are you?
-Great, how are you?

Not bad.
Shall we start?

No, I...

I'm quitting, I just came to tell you.
-What? Why?

I wanted to give it a chance but
I guess I'm not interested enough.

What are you talking about?
-I've decided, Amir,

I just same to say goodbye
and thank you for everything...

you know, to say goodbye.

What...
What will you do?

There's a farm in the Negev.
I'll work forthem until I'm drafted.

After that it's either artillery
or paratroopers, we'll see.

I know you planned a schedule for us...
-Where's the farm?

North of Mitzpe Ramon.

It's the most amazing place
in the world.

Anywhere you look,
all you see is desert.

There's tumbleweed
just like in the Westerns.

Okay, so...

I'll be going.

When are you leaving?
-Tomorrow morning. Wanna join me?

Yeah, right.
-It'll be great if you come.

How can I go?
-Just for a couple of days, to visit.

I'll think about it.
-For your soul.

these hunched people here,

You'll end up like all
these hunched people here,

studying about the Israelites in the
desert and never seeing the desert.

Come, Amir.

I might just do that.
-Okay, dude.

I gotta go.
I'll talk to you.

I gotta go.
talk to you.

"Dr. Back" is here, whoever is
interested can come and get it.

Thank you. -Thank you.
-Pass it on...

Finally...
-There's enough for everyone.

Pass it on to the people
in the back.

It's beautiful.

Hold it.

Good morning, Yifat.

Good morning.
What's going on?

We got a new campaign,
"GalitWigs."

Is this Carla Bruni or not?

Definitely Carla Bruni.
-Right? -Amazing.

They don't need our campaign,
all they need is Hani trying them on.

You don't know how to enjoy life,
Feyge, you're all work.

This one's perfect, look,
I had my eye on it from the start.

Let me help you,
you're clueless.

I think I'll keep this one,
they'll never know it.

You put it on top,
pull and let it loose.

Hello, Rebb'etzin Weinstein.
-She looks just like Rebbetzin Weinstein.

Why Rebbetzin Weinstein?

Do you know Rebbetzin Weinstein?

No, but I was hoping for somebody
more attractive.

You should meet the Rebbetzin.

You've never seen anything like it.
-She's a real top model. -Really.

Do I look good as a blonde?
-Very.

Don't you recognize me?

Yifat!
-I've been standing here for an hour.

What do you think?

It's real hair.

Not only is it real hair,
it's the best quality wig there is.

It looks good on you.
-Yeah? -Yes.

Let's go in,
it's almost our turn.

are the right hand fingers.
Five fingers. Good.

Move a little.
-Excuse me?

No, not you,
I'm talking to the fetus.

Where do you see five fingers?
-You'll see the left hand soon.

There it is.
Five fingers. Great.

He's looking at you,
wave to him.

Hello, sweetheart.
-You see something?

Look where she's pointing.
-I don't see anything.

Don't worry, he's there
and he's making a ruckus.

Yes, he just kicked Mommy.
-Yes.

That's the heart, see?
-Yes.

No, I don't see it.
-And here's the liver. -Where?

You have a perfect fetus.

Let's measure the head.

She ignored me.
-She showed us everything.

But I didn't see it.

She could've stopped
and showed it to me properly.

Okay, but she had people waiting.
-Fine.

Should we go for some coffee?
-No, I have to get back to work.

The important thing is
that we have a "perfect fetus."

Oka^, teye.
-Bye.

"Crown for Tehila"

Azaria,

"Put your ankles
on the orbits of my eyes,

"Kisses of sweet blindness."

Good, huh?
-I don't know.

Does it seem right for
a religious man to write such poems?

To a religious girl, no less?

Rise above the banal, Nati.

Banal? Azaria, you write obscene
poems about a girl you were dating,

a religious girl,
and you call me banal?

Obscene?
What was obscene?

Give me the book, I don't want
you to read it. -Take it.

You're too ignorant
to understand poetry.

I'm not going to interpret
my poems for you.

You don't have to interpret anything.

What you wrote
is perfectly clear, Azaria,

and what's in here is perverted.

Lunatic!

Go to your
Hassidic friends

or better yet, find a woman
and get married already.

"My darling, Tehila,
go find love with another... Azaria."

Hi.
-Hi.

What are you doing here?
-Great, how are you?

What?

I was at a meeting.
What are you doing here?

I was thinking of moving
to this neighborhood. -To Nahlaot?

Yeah, the more I think of it

I realize its not for me.
-Obviously.

What would you do in Nahlaot?
-You're right.

What can I say, Reut,
when you're right, you're right.

My scooter's nearby,
would you like a ride?

No, I think I'll walk around a bit.

Okay.

Bye. -Bye.

"My darling Tehila,
go find love with another... Azaria."

Did he bring it over personally?
-He left it at my door.

Did you read some of it?
-Did I have a choice?

What did you think?
-What did I think?

I thought it's disgusting
that he's exposing you this way.

He's not exposing me.
It's art.

Art?
Is that what they call it these days?

Okay, Nati...

Can I read you something?

"Place your ankles
on the orbits of my eyes

"Kisses of sweet blindness."

Charming, isn't it?
-Charming? -No? -No.

Could you explain it to me?

You don't have to analyze everything,
you have to feel.

Azaria may be screwed up,
but he knows how to write poetry.

It doesn't matter if he knows
how to write poetry,

what matters is what he writes.
-It's poetry, nothing more.

Are you going
to the book launch party?

I thought we'd go together.

I don't want to hurt him.

So... we won't go.

I want to be there.

Oh... you go, I won't come.

Let me think about it,
'm not sure.

Yifati?

Hypothetically...

If I weren't here right now...

Don't say such things,
not even as a joke.

God forbid.
-No, I meant something else.

If I had to go to the army
for two weeks?

I thought I'd take a short trip
to think about some things.

Go where? -To a farm
in the Negev, near Mitzpe Ramon.

Not for long, just a week.

Why?

Like you did when you went
to Ma'ale Elisha.

I know the situation
is different now... -Is that it?

Have you lost patience with me?
-No, not at all.

After you have the baby
it won't be possible.

Okay.

Okay? -Its like you've been called up,
what's the difference?

You're the best wife there is.

Don't stay away too long.
-No, two or three days.

Really.
Just to clear my head.

Okay.
I'll pretend you're in the army.

"Crown for Tehila"

That must be a fascinating book.

You haven't put it down for a minute.

I need an explanation of the tax
adjustment report you did for Gurevitz.

Explain what? -You didn't include
the Noga project assets.

I didn't?

You probably weren't focused.

"I shall enter your gates, Tehila,

"In your gates,
like a rock in the depths of a well..."

Do you mind?

I'll correct the report
and return it to you soon.

So, you're getting married?

You and the poet?

What do you want?
-I'm just asking.

You've been dating for quite a while,
so I wonder if you're getting married.

Never mind, I just wanted
to make conversation, but...

Okay, I won't pressure you.

Yes?

Hi, what's happening

How do you think it feels
to be dating you

while you publish love poems
about somebody else?

Why are you laughing?

That was before I met you.

Then why did you leave
the book at her door? -I had to.

You could've mailed it.
-Mail a book of poems?!

Did you invite her
to the book launch too?

I'm no longer interested in her,
she's irrelevant.

Then why did you invite her?

There'll be journalists,
they'll talk to her, it's a good story.

Public relations? -Only PR.
-Don't say, "only".

It's not "only" if you've written
40 poems about her.

Listen, you're blowing
this whole thing out of proportion.

What's so special about her?

I have no idea.

There must be something
if you wrote a book of poems about her.

Not necessarily,
it's all in my head.

Look, I know her being there
bothers you,

but this is the last time.

Why am I jealous?

You're fine.

Have a good trip.

Good morning. -Hi.
-I'm heading for Mitzpe Ramon.

I can take you as far as’Masmia.

Great, thank you.
-C'mon.

Thanks.
-My pleasure.

You live in Mitzpe Ramon?
-No, I'm going to a farm in the area.

An agricultural farm?
-Yes.

Wouldn't you rather get off
at Shimshon?

Not that I mind taking you
to Masmia.

Is Shimshon better?
-Yes.

Is that the road that goes past
Nativ Avshalom? -Exactly.

I studied there. -You don't say.
In Nativ Avshalom?

Yes, 14 years ago.
-Really?

My nephew graduated...
last year.

It's developed into
an excellent school.

I'll get off at Shimshon.
-I convinced you, huh?

I'll take this opportunity
to visit the yeshiva.

Thanks.
-My pleasure.

Earlier we talked about
the reading of Shema Yisrael...

The question of whether
it's forbidden or permitted?

Rabbi Barnea..

How are you?

Thank God.

Amir Yehezkel, I studied here,
remember me?

Oh, Amir.
How are you?

Thank God. I was passing through
and came to say hello.

Very good.

What are you doing these days?
How are you?

I'm good. I'm married,
my wife is expecting, God willing.

God willing.
You've grown splendidly. -Yes.

Will you join us for
afternoon prayers? -Of course.

Wonderful.
Yehoyada, announce afternoon prayers.

We'll summarize the lesson
after the prayers.

Afternoon prayers!

What have you decided
about the book launch?

'll text him that I can't make it.

Because of me?
-No.

So what'll we do?
-What do you mean?

We both won't go?
-Do what you want.

I'm not going there without you.
-I have to get back to work.

Don't be mad at me,
I need'to work, okay?

Okay.

"Crown for Tohila"

Hey.
-Hey, Reut.

Meet the precious and wonderful Reut.
-Nice to meet you.

What's happening?

Is she coming?

No.
-Why?

She said she has a lot of work.

Nati's here,
go say hello.

Hey.
-Nice outfit.

Really?
Thanks.

What's up?
-Not much.

When is this shindig starting?
-In about an hour.

An hour?
-Until everyone arrives, you know.

How should I know?
They gave a time, I arrive on time.

Okay, but don't stand on the side.
Go mingle.

Right. I'll go find some poet
to pass the time with.

I guess I'll have to wait
until all the poets arrive.

It's important that you remember it
so you can repeat it,

that's why we talk about it
every lesson...

Amir, how does it feel
after all these years?

Strange,
as though I'm still studying here.

Amir was a student here
years ago.

How many years ago, Amir,
remind me? -14.

14 years!
One of our most brilliant students.

I'm not so sure.
-And he grew up to be a modest man.

What do you do today, Amir?
-I teach grammar.

We're very proud
to produce educators, eh?

Okay, where were we?

Excuse me, Rabbi,

there's something I wanted
to ask you. -Yes, please.

I was sure you'd remember me
the second you saw me.

Is that the question?
-No.

Okay, I'm in the middle
of a conversation now,

when you remember,
come and ask me.

In ninth grade,
on our first night here,

there weren't enough rooms
in the yeshiva and...

you picked me and told me
to sleep at the end of the hallway.

A 14-year-old boy
sleeping in the hallway,

don't you remember?

No.
-How come?

I can't forget it.

I was the shortest boy,
you could barely see me...

You chose me from all the others,
"You'll sleep at the end of the hallway."

That's what you said,
don't you remember?

You were angry at me
for making you sleep in the hallway?

No, I wasn't angry.

I was sure you chose me
because I was special.

I wasn't special.
-Wait a minute, what...

What are you saying?
I don't understand,

say what's on your mind.
-I want to understand, why me?

I don't remember the incident.

You can speak freely,
I won't be mad.

I just want to know why you
chose me out of 100 children?

Why?

Because I was a mediocre student?
Because my father was a simple man?

Because I was a Sefaradi?
Why? Why?

I just want to understand.

What are you hinting at?
-Nothing.

You grew up to be a fine young man,
that's what's important.

You're a grammar teacher,
you're an educator.

And I have a degree in linguistics,
so what?

I asked you a simple question.
Answer me and I'll leave.

I don't remember the case.

It's certainly not because you were
a mediocre student or Sefaradi,

that's for sure.

I think I know why you did it.

You wanted the students to like you

so you chose
the least popular student.

Too bad I only realize it now.

We've always known that
a true poet is growing among us.

But if you ask Azaria to admit

that everything he's learned,

he learned from me,

he'll never admit it,
so I'm admitting it.

But honestly, friends,
ask Azaria

how I knocked his first book,

"Digital Figs".
Not because it wasn't good,

but because it was okay,

and okay is disgusting.

"Crown for Tehila",
on the other hand...

Thank you.

Now you can die peacefully,

because you won't get
any better than this.

Yes he will,
why are you killing him already?

Did you hearthat?
Come, they want an encore, Azaria.

Thank you.

I'd like to thank Burger
for summarizing my life

and letting me die in peace.
Thank you for coming.

In honor of this event, I'd like
to read you a new poem I wrote.

I call it "The Song of Friendship"
(Reut in Hebrew).

"The autumn night falls on Africa,

"And I am a very weary hunter,

"But you come to me in reckoning.

"One plus one,

"My animals return

"To the vast grass plains.

"To Mahane Yehuda
-Yudah, Yudah....

"The autumn night falls...
-Go on, Yudah..."

Be quiet, Burger.
-Be quiet.

"There is no negotiating,
but you come to me in reckoning.

"One plus one,

"Foreign workers gather...
-Enough... have mercy, Azaria.

Burger, enough...
Be quiet.

I'm not drunk enough
for this, Azaria.

What's the matter, Burger?
-What's the matter? Look,

I couldn't decide
which is more boring,

the song you wrote
or the woman you wrote about.

Enough, Burger...

Why Azaria,
why did you do that?

I'm saving you...
-Get out of here.

What's the matter?
-Enough...

Calm down.
-You bourgeois bastard!

You're nothing

Cut it out, enough!
You're poets!

Enough!

A bunch of poets
beating each other up, what a joke.

You should've been there.

Is the poem that bad?

I think it's his best one.
-I see. -Really.

"I am a very weary hunter,

"But you come to me in reckoning."

It's beautiful.
That's how you write poetry.

Don't you agree?
-Maybe.

Why maybe?
-It's too exposed

"Too exposed"?
What does that mean?

You're right. It's lovely.
-"Too exposed."

Let me see that.

Leave it on a little longer.

What do you see
in that bunch of clowns?

Nothing.

Are you disappointed
you didn't go?

I'm a little sorry
I didn't see you get punched.

Other than that,
I'm not disappointed at all.

Will you stay for dinner?
-Yes.

That Burger is a real idiot,
what was he thinking?

Who gave him the right
to do that?

Hamburger.

He was disgusting.
-And the poem was beautiful.

Don't pay any attention
to what he said.

He was right.

It's a mediocre poem.

I didn't think so.
-He was right about everything.

That's how it is with drunks,
they tell the truth.

I'm a little drunk too,

and I don't love you.

Was that too direct?

Hi, I'm back.
Get me Foreman and Alon's files

and set up a meeting
with Jacobi for Sunday,

he's two weeks late.

Oh, and get me Davidian, okay?
Thanks.

I've finished working, Reut.

Thank you.