The Beauty Queen of Jerusalem (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

Rachamim.

They're looking for you. Go hide.

Hurry.

Hurry!

Ephraim, get up.

Last chance,
or I'll break down this door, okay?

Open up!

Open up!

Open up!

Do you speak Turkish?

Huh?!



Answer me!

A little.

Is Rachamim Siton here?

No.

Who are you?

Rosa Siton, his sister.

This is Ephraim, my little brother.

How did you learn Turkish?

I speak a little.
I picked it up from the streets.

Search for him. Move!

Check out over there,

and there.

He's about to join the service.

How old is he?
How old are you, kid?



How old is he?

Twelve.

Twelve.

Not here.

He's not at home! Come on, go!

Buh-buh-buh-buh…

That's weird.

Always check the garbage
if you want to catch a rat.

Come on, up!

Move!

Get moving, you!

Move!

Soldiers!

-Rosa!
-Let him go!

Let him go!

I'm begging you!

Please! We don't have a father!

Rachamim!

Your brother is a deserter
from the Turkish Army.

When will you get that?

You know why we Turks have lost the war?

Because of cowards like your brother
who were afraid to fight

for your Ottoman Emperor!

Is he here?

May I…

Please, may I see him?

His brother wants to see him too.

Just for a few minutes?

I'm begging you.

You have no parents, huh?

No.

They died of cholera.

Long ago.

Do you love your brother? Huh?

He's asking
if you love your brother.

Answer him.

Answer him.

Yes, he's a father to me.

Rachamim is like a father to him.

-Would you like to see him?
-Please.

Hmm?

Come on then.

Fine, but only for a few minutes.

Thank you.

Really, thank you very much, sir.

Rachamim.

Little brother!

Yesterday,

we spoke with Shlomo and Adela Malki.

-And we will soon organize a wedding.
-God willing.

Ah-ha!

Between my son, Gavriel Armoza…

…and Esterika Malki.

Oh-ho! Mazel tov!

And we'll have a bris next year,
God willing!

-Thank you all.
-Amen!

Matzliach, let's serve glasses of Arak.

Bring that nice chocolate from France,

almonds, nuts, pistachios,

Turkish delights too.

Let's celebrate.

-Mazel tov!
-Mazel tov!

Congratulations to the groom!

Mazel tov!

Whoa!

Mazal.

-Looking for something?
-Yes, hello, sir. Is there any work here?

-What?
-Can I work for you?

-No.
-You sure?

-Yeah, I'm sure.
-What does she want?

What?

-Gavriel, something the matter?
-She's looking for a job.

Look at her. Seriously.
She'd scare all of our customers away.

But I can help with the cleaning for you.

You're good at this?

I do the cleaning for British families.

I can speak five languages,
including Turkish.

Well, at least she's one of us.
Our Arab woman does a terrible job.

We need to ask Abba, right?

You are the decision-maker.

Are you okay to work nights?

Yes.

Nights are best for me.
I work for the British during the daytime.

Then, you're hired.

I'm the decision-maker.

You are, based on the decisions
your mother tells you to make.

Come here tonight.

-My name is Rosa Siton.
-Well, good luck.

You all right?

Yes.

Well, I'm off.

Have a good night.

Have a good night.

Hey, little brother.

You like it, hermaniko?

There.

Enjoy your meal.

Don't disappear again.

Please, don't.

What's your name?

What's your name?

-I can't tell you.
-Why not?

The police will be after me.

-This is forbidden.
-Yeah, this is forbidden.

Come in.

Wait, wait, wait.
What are we doing?

Rochel.

What?

My name is Rochel.

Well, you smell like heaven, Rochel.

-I smell like apples.
-What?

Because I hand out apples
at the charity I work for.

Wait. Wait, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

This is forbidden.

Wait, we can't do this.

-Let's get married first.
-When?

-As soon as possible.
-You promise?

Yeah.

I'm here to clean.

Mordoch, the Kurd, just came over.

He said he saw you at the market.

Is that true?

Yes. Yes, it is true.

He also said you were not alone,
and that there was a woman.

Rochel.

Rochel?

Mordoch was right.

An Ashkenazi, right?

A righteous Ashkenazi.

Last week, we hosted
Shlomo and Adela Malki.

You're engaged to their daughter.

You can be sure Mordoch will tell them.
They will want to call off the engagement.

You want them calling it off?

-If they don't call it off, I will, Abba.
-Why would you?

-Over an Ashkenazi slut?
-Shush.

That has no honor,
doesn't know what's right!

-Shh. The neighbors might hear.
-It doesn't matter!

Sit!

That Kurdish pig must be telling everyone

that Gavriel Armoza was seen
with an Ashkenazi woman,

and he'll call off his wedding!

My wedding is still on, Abba.
I will marry Rochel.

What are you talking about? Who is she?

Who is her father?! Who is her mother?!

What about your children?

You really want mixed blood
for my own grandchildren?

Your children will be disabled.

-Listen, I love her.
-And so what?

Was I in love with your mother
when we got married?

Look at our family now.

Listen, son…

trust me…

the world is full of tramps,

just like her.

What she did with you,
she must have done it with many other men.

Gavriel, I'm begging you, son.

That was a mistake.

You're flesh and blood.

God will forgive you.

And I will forgive you too.

You can still fix this.

I have nothing to fix, Abba…

because I will marry Rochel.

Raphael…

Raphael?

Raph…

Oh.

Raphael is dead!

Gavriel!

Abba…

So now you care about your Abba?

You're the one who killed him.

You did.

You killed him.

You and that Ashkenazi slut
that you chose to--

-Look at the photo!
-Huh?

The photo!

I can feel your presence here.

I feel you, Raphael.
I can feel your presence.

Swear to me, Gavriel.

Swear that you won't ever see her again.

Swear to Abba.

Swear it now, Gavriel.

Swear it now!

Don't cry like a little girl.

Glorified

And sanctified

Be God's

Great name

I heard about your father. I'm so sorry.

Rochel…

I love you, Gavriel.

Gavriel!

Gavriel!

Gavriel!

What's going on?

You must get married now.

-What?
-Abba told me.

Ima…

-Abba is dead.
-Abba spoke to me in my dream.

He told me that you must
get married, right now.

-It's not even a year since he died.
-That's what he told me.

He was standing right in front of me.
Her name is still ringing in my ears.

-Whose name's still ringing in your ears?
-The woman you'll marry.

He also told me her name.

Bon appétit.

Hello.

Wanna eat?

I'd like to see Rochel.

There's no Rochel.

Listen, I know she's here.

-She hands out apples.
-No, she doesn't. Do you wanna eat?

Where is Rochel?

I need to see her.

You'd better leave, or I'll call them.

You and Rochel, that's not gonna work.

Stay away from her.

They'll kill her
if they find out about you.

You're putting her in danger.

Forget about her,
and don't ever come back here.

Avram…

I need a ticket to New York.

New York, New York…

The next ship leaves
at the end of the month.

No, no, no. That's not good.
That's not good. That's way too late.

Then help me get to Europe.

And from there,
I'll take a boat to America.

What's wrong, Gavriel?

Nothing, I just…

I need to go to New York.

And when are you planning to return?

What?

Doesn't matter.

Bashar!

-Some tea.
-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

The word on the street
is that you're getting married. But why?

It's not been a year since your father,
God bless his soul, passed away.

It's Ima. She wants me
to get married right away.

Avram,

I don't… I don't want to marry that woman.

Your mom, God bless her,
has a strong personality.

She always gets what she wants.

-Abba… spoke to her in her dream.
-After he passed away?

He told her that I must get married,

right away.

And he told her with whom.

So that's the reason
why you want to run away to America.

Listen, Iziko…

I also lost my father.

I was exactly your age.

Shmuel, my son, was a baby then.

And he got quite sick.

We tried everything.

We took him to the hospital
at Shaarey Zedek,

and to some Arab lady in Ramallah.

Nothing worked.

And then, my dear father, God bless,
spoke to my mother in a dream

and told her
what we need to do for Shmuel -

the exact treatments,
the exact prayers, the exact rituals -

and we followed all of his instructions.

And now…

I have two grandchildren,
God bless them, from Shmuel,

and he is… as strong as a bull.

When a father speaks from heaven
and chooses a bride for his son,

it's as if God himself had spoken
and chosen a woman for a man.

You know what I'm saying?

Oh, here you are, finally.

Go ahead, drink up.

Ugh. This tastes disgusting.
What a useless helper.

Blessed art thou, Lord

Blessed is He.

-Blessed is He.
-Blessed is He.

And blessed is

Blessed is His name.

-His name
-Blessed is His name.

Our Lord, King of the Universe

Who has sanctified us with His commands
And commanded us to marry

And has prohibited us from the betrothed

And has allowed us
Those who are married to us

By religion and ceremony

Blessed art thou, Lord

Who has sanctified His people of Israel

Amen.

By marriage and ceremony

-Did you get a ring for the bride?
-Yes.

Then look at the bride.
The bride may now extend her finger.

Look at her, don't look at me.
She's the one you're marrying.

Now, repeat after me.

You are now…

-You are now…
-…sanctified to me…

…sanctified to me…

…with this ring…

…with this ring…

…in accordance
with the laws of Moses and Israel.

In accordance with the laws
of Moses and Israel.

Say it.

In accordance
with the laws of Moses and Israel.

Sanctified,
sanctified, sanctified.

Mazel tov!

Mazel tov, Gavriel!

You may now remove the veil
from the bride's face.

I know you didn't want to marry me.

It's not your fault.

If you don't want to,
we don't have to do this tonight.

We have to.

God my Lord, God of my forefathers,

righteous in all generations,

in Your name, may You bless
the house of Israel, the house of Aaron,

and grant me a male heir
who is decent and desired,

handsome and kind,

worthy of living

without guilt or sin…

Good, good.

Push harder. Harder!

I pray for a son who is quick
and knowledgeable in the Torah.

Push harder.

-It hurts, Mercada!
-Of course, it hurts.

When I gave birth to your husband,
you think it didn't hurt? It hurt!

Hear my voice, oh God.

Fulfill my wish with mercy and kindness.

Do not turn your back upon me,
and grant my wish in Your favor.

Harder. Push harder.

Harder.

Push harder.

And I will raise him in the awe of God.

Keep going. Here's the head.

Here's the head. Come on. Keep going.

-Here's the baby's head.
-Yes, Rosa.

-Keep going.
-Here's the head, not the tushy.

This is a smart baby.

Baby knows how to come out.

-Is the baby out yet?
-Yes! Oh, yes!

Yeah!

Here you are.

-You're okay.
-You're fine.

Yes.

Mazel tov!

So? Boy?

Girl.

The prayers didn't work, Gavriel.

Girl.

Careful.

Hold her head. Hold her head.
Her head, her head.

At least I'll have a granddaughter
named after me.

No.

We won't name her after you.

Luna.

Her name will be Luna.

Like the moon.

Beautiful.

Look what Abba brought me!

-Wow!
-Wow!

Oh, my God, Daddy!
I can't believe you got this for me!

-Whoa!
-Woo!

It's not just for you.
It's also for Rachelika.

-I don't think you'll let me use it.
-You're jelly.

-I wonder how much it cost.
-More than your coat, that's for sure.

All right, stop it, you two.

It's not polite to ask
how much a gift costs.

-Oh, the music is coming from here.
-Come, come! Look what Dad just got me!

Are you serious? You got a gramophone?

How does it work?

Jive.

Come here. Come

All right, you do the girl,
and I do the guy.

-What do you mean?
-Pretend.

I don't like that.

Every time Luna gets a gift,
Matilda Franco shows up right away.

Like she thinks this is her house.
And you know about her reputation.

One, step, one-two-three, one-two-three.

And one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight!

And one, two, three, four…

Five, six, seven, eight! Nice!

Very good!
Five, six, seven, eight.

See what she taught me?

Great!

And one, two, three,
four, five, six, seven, eight!

Come dance with me, Dad!

No, no, no.

-Dance with me, Dad!
-Uh… whoop!

Whoa!

What are you doing?!

-Stop. I'm not a baby.
-Oh, yes, you are.

You will always be my baby. Mwah!

-Dad! Me too, Dad!
-You're jelly.

One, two, three!

-Wait, wait. Where's Becky?
-Becky!

-We forgot about Becky!
-I'm here!

Woo!

Ah…

I was in the area, you know.

We are not alone.

James!

Luna!

-How do I look?
-Uh…

-Uh, very smart.
-Hey, behave, young lady.

I just wanna know how I look in the dress.

Everything's great on her,
she's so pretty.

Well, I've got no complaints.

Did you ask him
to introduce me to his friend?

-No, and I will not ask him.
-Then I will.

-You are way too young for his friends.
-I ought to get a move on.

Hmm?

I'll see you tonight.

-Goodbye, Luna.
-Bye.

Luna.

Where were you today?

I skipped school today.

-Why didn't you go to school today?
-Because it's so boring.

See how she disrespects us.

Sit down.

Now tell us who you were with
and where you were going.

-I went to the Wailing Wall.
-You prayed at the wall?

No, I got on the wall.
I danced on it, everyone cheered.

-Then I went to the Tower of David, and--
-That's your daughter.

I spoke with the principal,

and from now on,
you'll get a daily note from him

and confirm you were in attendance.

And you'll give this note every day to Mom
as soon as you get home.

-Wait, Mom can read now?
-Luna!

You'll only go to class,
then come home and stay home.

-Until when?
-Until I say so.

Wait a second.

Is that all she gets
for not going to class?

And for all the lies,
the low grades on her tests,

the disrespect, that's all she gets?

And do you think
that the other kids at school

are not telling their parents
that Luna is skipping classes?

We're only finding out now about something
they've all known for a while.

She's a disgrace to our family

and all you do is tell her
she can't go out?

You are her father.

Go to your room, Luna.

Now are you satisfied?

Becky, come,
I'll show you how to braid.

Like that?

-Yes.
-Like that?

Now, switch.

Go to Mom.

-What?
-Come.

-What will Abba do to her?
-Just cover your ears.

Ouch!

Stop, Dad!

Ow!

Dad, please, stop! It really hurts!

Ouch!

Ouch!

Luna,

I don't want you
to skip any classes again.

You know how much this matters to me.

Hello, beautiful!

Can I help you?

Matilda.

I'm looking for Matilda.

Matilda?

What's your name?

Luna.

Luna?

That's a beautiful name, Luna.

Do you know what, Luna?

This is for you.

-What is that?
-It's… It's just a lemon soda.

Luna.

It's awfully stuffy in here.

Would you like to go for a walk?

What?

You… me…

outside… walk.

-What?
-Walk.

Just come with me. Come on.

Luna, you're spectacular.

You're so beautiful.

Mm-mm.

No. No, just…

Let's just kiss, okay?

No, no.

I wanna go home. Stop!

It was so funny. In the beg…

What? What the hell are you doing?!

And you,
what are you doing here?

You bloody idiot!

-Do you know how old she is?
-Come on!

Now!

Enough! Let go of me! What do you want?

I want to go to your house
and tell your parents what happened!

Yeah? Go right ahead!

Do you realize
what you just avoided, Luna?

-Him and I were just kissing.
-Right, just kissing.

I saw where his hand was,
that was not just kissing.

And even just kissing is forbidden, Luna.
Do you know how old he is?

-But why are you allowed?
-I already told you why.

I am not your age!

Find yourself friends that are your age.

But boys that are my age
can't reach my tits!

Luna, Enough!

I don't want you to end up like me,
don't you get that?

But why that?

My family is different from the Armozas,
we don't have our own shop.

-And so what?
-I don't have a father!

Does James give you money?

And he buys us food from time to time.

That helps, for sure.

I guess he does that because he loves you?

Do you love him?

-So much, but I'm not so sure if he does.
-Come on, Matilda.

Oh, I see the look in his eyes.

He's crazy about you.

-Yeah?
-No doubt about it.

You're the sweetest.

Naughty girl!

Come on.

The whore of the British army.

Ephraim? Ephraim!

Oh!

-Ephraim!
-Oh, my God.

I'm so happy to see you, Rosa.

I can't believe it!

Where were you?

-During all these years?
-Well, just out and about.

Hiding from the British?

Don't worry about this, sis.

-They'll never find me.
-Come inside so that no one sees you.

How is Luna?

-And how are Rachelika and little Becky?
-Baruch Hashem.

Here he comes, Ephraim.
Will you please just…

What are you doing here?

Oh, wow!

No "hello", no "how are you"?

How many years has it been, Gavriel?

Answer my question.

I'm here to see my sister.
Is that okay? Is that not allowed?

-Tell me, do you have a job now?
-I don't, Gavriel.

-Then find one!
-Well, I can't work! Do you know why?

I'm not part of the Histadrut!
Even the hospitals are run by Histadrut!

They'll have a brothel for the Histadrut!

I know, sweetie.
Calm down, please, for me.

Look at you, sitting at my table,
sipping from my Arak.

-And you dare--
-Here's your Arak, you communist!

-What's going on?
-Your dad is a Bolshevik! That's what!

Keep licking Stalin's balls.

Don't talk like that
in front of my daughter! Out!

-Hey! Calm down!
-That's all?

-Get out!
-All right! Easy!

Hang on. I'll run round.

The thing is, he couldn't see.
You know, in front of his eyes.

But he couldn't see.

Bye now.

-Stop! Help!
-Shut up, whore.

No!

No!