The Attaché (2019–2020): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

Your song tonight,
it was the best thing in the entire show.

I don't know what I'd do without you,
I'm crazy about you.

The Israeli embassy in Paris is looking
for an immigration attaché for a year

and I thought I'd return to Paris.

I just don't want you to be disappointed.

It's these important people
who run the world, cocktails and...

Wouldn't you spend a year in Paris for me?

Chipopo in Paris or what?

Get out of there. There were attacks at
"Stade de France" and "Bataclan" as well.

Speak in Hebrew!

You speak Hebrew, right?



-Yes.
-Great.

I speak a little French,
a word here and there, not...

Don't worry. You speak good in French,

because I'm a teacher fuckin' good.

What?

I just came out of a meeting
with the distribution department

They say that you recording in Paris
will cause a delay.

It poses a problem.

-I wrote this album with you.
-Sorry, bro.

Son of a bitch.
What am I supposed to do here now?

You'll be okay.

What am I? Some 20 year old
who came here to start a career?

You'll manage here without him.

Uri! I'm late for work!



Hurry up!

-Uri? Are you okay?
-Just a minute!

What's with him? It's his third time
at the bathroom this morning

Uri? Get out, I want to say goodbye.

What's wrong, Uri?

What is it?

I don't want to go to preschool today.

Hey.

What's wrong, my love?

I don't understand
what they're saying down there,

and I have poetry tomorrow
and I don't want to do it.

What's that "poetry"?

It's a holiday song he needs
to sing in front of everybody.

-For Hanukkah?
-No, Christmas.

Hey.

Mommy will finish her work

and then she'll help you
with your poetry, okay?

I can't.
I won't be home till late, sorry.

Can you do it, Dad?

I'll talk to Grandpa, okay?

In the meantime,
wave to me through the window,

with... Here, with the Hulk's mask,
okay, honey?

Bye.

What's going on?

What?

You're never home.
I'm sick of it.

No, no. Stop it.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I have a crisis
with my event tomorrow.

Idan Raichel has canceled,
and my speech isn't ready.

What?

Hey...

Why don't you play tomorrow?

-At the event?
-Yes.

Why didn't I think of that earlier?
Of course!

Come, so I could
show off about my little monkey.

Calm down. I haven't said "yes".

You don't have to.
You have that face I like again.

You're coming.

And keep your evening free tomorrow.

You cheap kiss-ass.

I'm taking you out for a drink.

THE ATTACHÉ

Dad, look at the pretty tree.

Yes, it's a present tree.

Do you want me to get you
one of these trees?

We can put it at home,
buy ourselves presents,

and invite friends over.
You want?

But will God allow us to do that?

Yes, of course he will.

So yes, I'd like that.

-Excuse me, sir. It's time.
-Yes.

Excuse me,

maybe you have...

You know, a Menorah,
for Hanukkah, you know?

You put as well?

I don't understand.

There is another Jewish kid
like Uri here?

-You know, Jews?
-Jews! Oh, sir, sir...

Yes, come, follow me.

Jews! Jewish children
who learned in this school.

Every school in Paris has
a commemorative plaque like this one.

It's mandatory.

I must be going.

Dad, what does it say?

Why is there a Star of David on it?

Because it's a list
of Jewish kids, like you,

who learned in this school.

And why are their names
on this plaque?

I guess because
they really liked them,

so they wrote their names
on the plaque.

Look, there's even a girl your age
here, Henriette Schwartz.

Six years old.

I have to go.

I'll sit on the bench
and you'll wait for me, okay?

Okay, and then you'll buy me a tree?

No. I'm kidding, of course I will.

Have a nice day. Go to class.

What happened to Idan Raichel?

Where is Idan Raichel?

-He canceled last night.
-Excuse me?

His player is sick.

So you booked Avshalom Cohen instead?
Who's Avshalom Cohen?

Avshalom...

Will there be an item about this event
on Channel 2 News?

-What?
-Answer my question.

-I haven't heard back from them yet.
-Nor will you.

They will only be there
if you get a big name,

and of all the artists in the country,
you found this nobody?

-Offra, I...
-Annabelle...

What is this event all about?

-What?
-What is the purpose of this event,

that you, the Aliyah attaché,
was tasked with organizing?

It's a solidarity event
for motorist attacks victims.

What's your problem?

It's terrorist attacks.

-Right. Terrorist attacks.
-And that's not all.

We finally have a golden opportunity
to make these French people

show some solidarity with us
and organize a lavish event,

a glamorous event,
a high-profile event,

and you bring me this Avshalom?
Who is he anyway?

Avshalom is my husband.

My husband is a musician.
Very talented,

so I thought I could volunteer him.

Annabelle, we're all very grateful,
but this isn't Amateur Night,

with all due respect.

My husband writes songs
for Assaf Elkabetz.

Assaf Elkabetz is amazing.

Right. Well, we'll have
to regretfully do without

the musical part of the ceremony,

and make do with the speeches
and the campaign film.

Just please update the lineup list.
We don't want anyone to be disappointed

over your husband
not performing, do we?

Annabelle?

-Yes, I'll do it.
-Right now.

Hello?

Did you know about the plaque
at Uri's preschool?

What?

I feel like writing something about it
for tomorrow. What do you think?

-We'll talk a little later, okay?
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay, bye.

Hello?

Hey, Assaf. It's Annabelle.

Annabelle.

What a wonderful surprise. What's up?

How are Uri and Avshalom?
Are you guys okay?

We're all well, thank you.

Assaf, I need a huge favor.

I need you to fly out
to Paris tomorrow.

I have an important event coming up,
and I'm stuck without an artist.

Tomorrow? But...

I don't think I'll be able
to pull my band together.

Who did you have in mind
to accompany me?

You and Avshalom.

It's a chance for you two
to perform together,

and for Avshalom to play on stage.

-He really needs it.
-Right.

Did you talk to him about it?
Does he know you're calling me?

Let's just surprise him.
You guys will fight, and then laugh.

-How much longer can this go on?
-Right...

Right. Okay.

Okay, let's go for it. I'll be there.

So you'll come?

-Yes, I'll come. I really miss you guys.
-Really?

I'll come. I really want to.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

-Thank you. I'm grateful. Okay?
-Okay. Bye, honey.

Bye.

Assaf Elkabetz
will perform at the ceremony, too.

What are you talking about?

I just got off the phone with him.
He'll catch a flight tonight.

-Oh, really?
-Elkabetz charges a fortune.

We tried to book him and his band
last year, and...

He'll do it for free.
Because my husband works with him.

He'll accompany him on the piano.

There, a piano.
Here we go with the logistics.

I know how much
these "free things" cost.

Don't worry, Rebecca, we'll find
someone to donate the piano.

There's no problem, stop it.

Yes, there is a problem.
If you want a piano,

that means shipping, warranty,
sound equipment. It's a bottomless pit.

Offra, we have an event coming up
tomorrow, I have a lot on my plate.

So why can't he just perform solo,
just him on the guitar?

I went to see him in Israel and
it was very touching and intimate.

Ofra, we'll find a donor.

No, no. Thank you, Annabelle,
there's no need for that.

It's even better
for him to perform alone.

Good job.
Tell Channel 2 News about the change.

Offra? May I have a word?

-About Avshalom, my husband.
-Annabelle...

Let me give you some advice.

Be an independent woman.
Don't just be somebody's wife.

You're mixing your family
and career life. It's unhealthy.

You're a fellowship appointment,
aren't you?

Yes. For the next year.

Be careful. If you keep this up,

I might put in a request to keep you
here by my side for longer.

Hello?

Hey, Assaf. It's me again.

Look, you'll be performing
alone tomorrow night,

but let me tell Avshalom, okay?

Okay.

-I just have this thing here.
-Okay.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

-Hello?
-Hey.

Hey.

-Long time.
-Right.

What are you up to? Writing?

Yes, writing.

Recording these Parisian moments.

How are you?
How's it going with the band?

What can I say?

I miss you, bro.

Me, too. Me, too, you ass.

That's great,
because I'm coming to Paris, bro.

Annabelle called me
and asked me to perform tomorrow.

What? At the event?

Yes, but she didn't
want me to tell you,

so don't tell her
you heard it from me.

I just felt like
I had to talk to you first.

Just get on the plane already.

I've already started working
on something for tomorrow.

It'll be great to perform together.

Hello?

I just got the impression
from Annabelle that...

That I'll be playing solo,
just me and the acoustic guitar.

Right. Okay.

Actually, I don't really know
what to sing,

and I figured you could tell me
so I could work on it on the flight.

Call Annabelle, it's your event.
Ask for her advice.

Wow.

Look, I'm a bit confused here.

Do you want me to come or not?
Because if you don't...

Of course I do.

Sure thing. Look, I'm in the middle
of something here.

I'll talk to you later, bro.

That's fine.

Bye, bro.

Hello, you've reached Annabelle,
I can't answer for the moment.

Come on...

Come on!

Fuck.

Hey, Uri.

What is this, Dad?
What happened to the tree?

It's a tree. A Christmas tree.

It needs to be assembled.
It's like a wardrobe from Ikea.

-Are you telling the truth?
-Yeah, sure I am.

Go to your room. Get some glue
and we'll assemble it together. Okay?

Go ahead, Uri.

Dad, it's "beaucoup."

-See where it says? "Beaucoup."
-Right. "Beaucoup."

-Dad, it's "beaucoup."
-Okay.

You don't speak French, Dad,
I can't study this with you!

Just call Mom!

Uri?

Uri, Uri.

Let's continue, please.

Maybe we should call Mom.
She'll know how to teach us.

I tried, she's not picking up.
She's unavailable, okay?

Why did you tell Grandpa to leave?

Because that's what I decided!

Come on, I can help you.

You can't! You don't speak French!

You'll make all the other kids
laugh at me and think I'm dumb.

Of course not, don't worry.

-Then my name will never be on the plaque.
-Uri, come here.

Come back here!

What about the local press?

-"Libération" and "Le Figaro" are coming.
-Good.

What's the name
of that female journalist?

The blonde with the short hair?

-Pascale Guerlin?
-Yes.

She's an anti-Semite.
She can't set foot in the venue.

What about publicity from home?
Israeli press?

Channel 2 News have asked
to do a story with Assaf,

and I said we'll only do it
if you're in, but they agreed.

Nice.

It's Assaf.

Guys, let's move on. It's getting late.

Rebecca, final line up for the night?

Annabelle will open the event,
in French, I mean,

and then you'll go up, and introduce
the French Prime Minister.

-Nice. Avner?
-The brochures are ready,

and I've set the limit
at 3 invitations per employee.

Why only 3 seats? Fill them up.
Make that 5 seats per invite.

Annabelle? Do you remember
your opening speech for tomorrow?

I hope you've been working on it,
because you'll be opening the event.

Annabelle?

Assaf Elkabetz just canceled.

What?

He called and said
he won't be getting on his flight.

I'm calling it a day.

Good evening.

Offra, wait!

Come on. I'll find a solution.

This is about your husband
not performing. I see.

Hey.

I tried to reach you
between rendezvouses.

-Have you guys worked out...?
-No.

He doesn't know
his poesy for tomorrow.

I'll text his teacher tomorrow.

Maybe... we could fight tomorrow.

Why? Because you had
a hard day at work?

No, because we can't fight every day.

We'll have to do it every other day.

Every... other... day.

So this is the other day.

Please, my love.

An hour ago,

everything I've worked on for a month
came crashing down on me.

That's okay. You booked
Assaf Elkabetz instead, right?

That's right.

But he canceled an hour ago.

I pushed for you guys
to play together, but...

Offra wouldn't sign off on it.

She wouldn't do it.

Now, she suspects
I was trying to get back at her.

-Did he say why?
-No. Bastard.

"Good luck with your speech...
First song in Paris."

"'Henriette', I'm one simple girl
in a big, complicated city..."

I'll be on the bench
across the street.

Will you take a peek at recess?

Hey. It'll be okay,
you don't have to read the poesy.

I'm tired of not understanding.
I wanted to sing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am proud to open this event...

Nice. Very nice, very nice.

Respectable.

Thank you, Offra.

Here's the final lineup.

Lineup, lineup, lineup.

Packed, packed, packed.

You know what?

I'll take your opening speech
off your hands.

-What? Why?
-There's no need. I'll open the event.

Just make sure
they call me to the stage.

And that podium is too high. Look.

What am I supposed to do?
Stand like this?

Would you like to borrow my pumps?

I wear a size 8.

So...

You'll let me borrow them
for the speech?

-Of course.
-Good. Great.

So we'll change shoes
before the ceremony.

-Okay.
-Thanks. Don't worry.

You'll have other opportunities
to make speeches.

Bravo!

Who's up next?

Excuse me...

-Uri.
-Dad, what are you doing here?

Me... Uri Dad... Uri not sing... okay?

Your wife explained it to me.
Uri won't sing. I understand.

That's right. Uri... me...

Song... Hanukkah. Okay?

-I'm sorry, I don't understand.
-Thank you.

-Hello.
-Hello.

You... song... Christmas. Very good.

Uri... a Hanukkah song.
Very, very good. Great. Okay?

Dad, stop.

All the kids are laughing at you.
They'll think you're stupid.

Stupid? No way. Look, they love me.

I make them laugh.

Peek-a-boo!

Okay. Uri, come here.

Come on, kid.

We'll teach them
a song about Hanukkah.

Come on. Stand over here. Let's sing
"Drive Away the Darkness," okay?

"Drive away the darkness..."

Me... La, la, la.
You... La, la, la. Okay?

"Drive away the darkness..."

Good afternoon, everyone.

To start the ceremony,

I am honored to introduce
to the stage the Aliyah Attach,̄

Annabelle Nohar-Cohen.

Hello, good evening.
My name is Annabelle Nohar-Cohen.

As you probably know,
my country is free, proud and stubborn,

and it pays for it year after year.

I have in my hands a poem
I would like to read to you,

by Avashalom Cohen,

on my behalf,
on behalf of my country,

and on behalf of a little girl
named Henriette,

who lived here before the war.

I hope you will find solace
in these words.

"I am one simple girl
in a big, complicated city.

"I look far ahead,

"And the road ahead of me
is filled with thorns and rocks.

"I am one sassy girl
in a big, polite city.

"My heart is pure,
but my mind is filled with fears.

"I am one Jewish girl
in a big, intimidating city.

"My heart is hiding in a dress
with a yellow Star of David."

Uri, now you.

-"Drive away the darkness..."
-Again.

"Drive away the darkness..."

Now you. You.

"Drive away the darkness..."

"I am one barefoot girl,
who is banished from school.

"In my hand,
I hold a small monkey doll,

"who is looking for a way to love.

"I am one little girl,

"but I will never surrender."

"Darkness, go away. Blackness,
move on. Make way for the light.

"Darkness, go away.
Blackness, move on..."

"And I shall banish the darkness
even when my hand lacks

"The light and the fire."

Bravo, Uri.

Would you like to hear something?

-Yes.
-Yes?

I read your poem.

You were on stage today.

With me. Like always. You're
clinging onto me, never letting go.

Really?

Do you want to hear something else?

Well?

Assaf and I kissed.

-Are you serious?
-Yes.

Before we started dating.

Back when I was your groupie.

A groupie...

You're insane.

And I chose you.

What was I thinking? Why?

You don't need him.
I needed him today.

So rest, my baboon.

And leave some room for me
to grow by your side.

Thank you.