The Women's Balcony (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Let's Bet - full transcript

So where were we?

We discovered that Ora's campaign

is secretly funded

by a benefactor with principles.

I don't care if she wins or not,

I just need you
to set the neighborhood on fire

so that no one will want to live there.

And that Hanuka is trying
to get Nissan's shop for said benefactor.

Someone was asking,

so I wanted to know

if I should tell him
to make an offer. -Just an offer.



That Margalit is running now.

It's hard work, Margalit.

It will be the best shop ever.

And I have a lump in my stomach.

But I know I'll prevail.

I'll make you a bet.

If you lose,

you'll unload the dishes for life?
-For life.

And Yaffa graduated with distinction.

Naftali was appointed our rabbi.

Our rabbi?
-Me?

And you won't believe
who's replacing him in the shop.

I'll be your neighbor.
-Really, Eti? -Sshhh...

Sorry.



Hey! Whoa!

Sorry, Hanuka.
-We didn't see you.

What's this, Passover?

From now on
it's Passover every day.

Huh? Where's the bosses?
-There are none.

It's just us.

You wanted a Champs-Élysées, didn't you?

Oh ho!

The best Champs-Élysées ever.

This will be the busiest street in Jerusalem,
right, Margalit? -Of course.

There will be a line to Zion Square.

And you'll make everyone coffee.
-Coffee?

He'll be so busy,

people will be knocking down his door.

You're right.

What is it, Hanuka?

Should I be offended by your welcome?

God forbid...

I'm so happy for you.

I just don't want you to be distressed.

Distressed?
-I know what's going on here,

I'm looking out for you.
-Go on.

For my peace of mind,

I'll go ahead with what we discussed

so if this doesn't pan out,

you can still sell.

Do what you want,

but don't worry,

you don't know
what Eti and I can do together.

I'm screwed.

This is odd.

What?
-It doesn't drip at a uniform pace.

Two seconds,

two seconds,

then three seconds.
It's odd, no?

And now you'll cause an uproar over it.

No, I'm just telling you.

Don't you dare, Aaron.

I won't say anything
if you don't want me to.

You can't help yourself...

I won't say a word.

You'll pounce on

the first nurse that comes in.

You're wrong, I've changed.

What do we bet on?

Justice.

A slap.

Not hard.

What a fool, you never learn.

Is everything alright?
-Yes.

Yes.

Excuse me,

is the IV okay?

Yes, yes.

Because it drips 2-2-3.

Too bad, Aaron,
you were this close to beating me.

No, Tikva,

this is no time
to start beating you.

Another 24 followers since this morning.

How do you do it?

I have my ways.
-Good morning.

Good morning, how did you sleep?

Lying down. Hello.

Don't you remember?

This is Yaeli, Margalit's daughter.

Yaeli! You've grown.

How are you, sweetheart?
You came to work with us?

Yes, I need the money.

She's such a gift,
exactly what I need.

Yaeli, can you go to the supermarket?
-What for?

Some refreshments.
The campaign team is coming,

I want to have something to give them.

So, will you?

Not so much.

I walked here and I'm tired.

But you can order online.

Huh? -Come here, I'll show you.

You... -What's this?

You see?

Kapur.

Oh, Naftali's here.
-Where's Yaffa?

She went to the market.

I came to help,
people will be here to talk to the rabbi.

The rabbi's coming?
-No,

the rabbi's here.
-The rabbi's here?

Naftali,

you're the rabbi, remember?

I think the first one is here.
Open the door, Naftali.

Oh, welcome.

Wait, come in on the right foot.

I don't believe in it,
but just in case.

How are you?
-Hello. -Hi.

Hello. -Hi.
-How are you?

Please come in.
-Thank you.

No one else?

Okay, you met Neta,
she's in charge of contact with the voter.

Great. Hi, Neta.

This is Avner, new media.
-Hello.

Avner, I want you

to maximize her presence
on social media.

Open pages.
-I have a Facebook page,

Yaeli did it for us,
she knows these things.

We have many followers. Show him.

Avner, you'll take a look.
-Yes. -No, first...

take down the sign on the door.
-What's wrong with it?

Nothing, but this isn't an election
for student council...

What is your position, if I may ask?

This is Tikva.

She'll write everything down,

speeches, brochures...

She's in charge of words.

Do you have training
or experience with words?

Yes, I talk a lot.

May I ask if you have training
winning elections?

Doesn't look like it
from what I read.

Very nice, so you read too?

You read and write.

Isn't she over-qualified, Ora?

Of course not, she's kidding.

It's her sense of humor.

You'll get to know her.
Don't worry, you'll get along.

Right, Tikva?
-Right.

How will we get along?

This one wouldn't get along with the Pope.

But we needed help from someone
who knows about these things.

And when you get a free horse,

you don't check its teeth,

you smile at it politely.

Cut the crap.

I'm not a kid.

Are they going to sell or not?

Of course,
but it's just taking a bit longer.

The hardware store guy's wife
is giving me a hard time.

The other one's a rabbi
so Eti's there instead,

I have to start all over.
-Who's a rabbi?

The spice shop guy,
he's the rabbi now.

Yaffa's husband is a rabbi?

Poor thing.
-Actually, it's a great honor.

Does she talk to you?
-Sure.

We're friends,
everyone opens up to me,

Jackie. -Oh yeah?

What does she do?
-Her?

All kinds of...

Hanuka, stop bullshitting me.
I'm not them.

You can't play me.

I want those shops,
so get to work

or I'll send you packing.

Ow, shit.

When I woke up in the hospital

I was groggy,

and then I thought,

if I survive

I'll repair that sidewalk.

It was like a vow.

My brother in law's a lawyer,
he came to see me

and said, "we're going to sue the city,

"you'll make tons of money,

"it'll be your retirement fund."

But I thought, God forbid,

as soon as I leave here
I'll thank God I'm alive

then I'll remove that hazard.

Just give me permission
to do this good deed.

Okay, Odelia?

Take care.
-Say hi to Dad.

Ow...

A saint is born.

And city hall was psyched by his offer,

enough to name a street after him.

The Jerusalem we know is changing.

Say it with pathos.

No can protect it,
and you know why?

Because no one can,

only we can!

Applause.

That's lovely, Tikva.

Did you hear?
-Yes, lovely.

Ora, can you come here a sec?
-Sure, sweetie.

What?
-Do you want me to answer him?

"It's a disgrace that a religious contender
posts things like this."

What did I post?
-Ora, I'll handle it,

I asked you to talk to me.
-Wait, what did I post?

Show me, Yaeli.

"Imagine Jerusalem
with no ultra-Orthodox."

Delete that, it's a mistake.

Who wrote that?

Okay, never mind.

From now on,
run everything by Tikva. -Okay.

What's your problem?

The city's full of election posters.

Ask your boss.

We don't do that around here.

I'm the boss,
there's no one to ask.

Then you know

that you have kosher issues as it is.

No issues at all,
it was a mistake.

The certificate was returned.
-No one will shop here with those signs.

I say this for your own good.

Good morning, Rebbetzin Yaffa.

Hi, Dina. Come in.

I made it especially for you.

Naftali's with someone in the room,
he'll be a few minutes.

I'm not here for the rabbi,
I'm here for you.

I came to consult you.

Me? No, I can't give advice,

Naftali's the rabbi--

It's not a matter for men,
if you know what I mean,

it's a matter for the Rebbetzin.

Okay.

Look,

it's been months that...

Aunt Flo hasn't visited.

At first it was one month yes,

one month no, etc...

I didn't know what to do.

I have hot flashes

like a desert wind.

It affects me.

I'm afraid my husband will leave me.

You know...

I don't have the urge.

How can I advise them?

Why do they even rely on me?
Because I married Naftali?

Nonsense.

You'll start working and it will stop.

They'll realize you don't have time
and leave you alone.

Have you found a job, by the way?

No.

I went to an interview today, don't ask.

I'll never find a job.
-Don't say that.

You graduated with distinction,

they'll beg you to work for them.

Oh! Here's our rabbi.
-Eti.

Sorry I'm late,
lots of issues to handle.

It's fine.
-Did it go well?

What can I say, Yaffa?

I hope I didn't say anything stupid.

Okay, you talk,

I'll make coffee.
-Thank you.

Let's go over the books, Eti.
-Yes.

But there's a small matter first.

Two ultra-Orthodox men
came to the shop and gave me grief.

About what? -No reason.

I put up Ora's poster at the shop.

It bothers them her picture is on it.
Can you believe it?

Do me a favor, Naftali,

talk to their rabbi,
Rabbi Zonenfeld.

Rabbi Menashe always solved issues with him.

Ask him to tell them to lay off me.
Alright?

Alright, sweetheart?

Eti, I'm sorry, I can't.

Rabbi Zonenfeld is a revered rabbi,
what will I tell him?

It's years of status quo,

putting up pictures of women bothers them.

And sometimes we have to respect that.

And Ora's constituents don't walk by there.

That poster won't help her cause.

But it's my shop.

I need permission
to hang signs in my shop?

No, you can put up whatever you want,

but it's their right
not to shop from you.

What's going on?!

Excuse me? -What?
-What's going on?

I'm repairing the sidewalk.

What for?
-It was broken,

it's a hazard.
If someone fell and broke their neck

you'd be ruined.
-Wait,

you told them to come?
-Surprise!

This is wrong, Hanuka.

You should have asked us first!
-I can't hear you.

You should have asked us first!

No, don't worry, I'm paying,

you don't have to pay.

It's my gift to the Champs-Élysées.

Good luck and success.
-Fine.

How long will it take?

How long will this take?

Two-three days.
-Two-three days.

Okay,

no point being here
with all this noise.

Let's go home.
-Let's go.

Michael, go home!

The noise is bad for you!
-Huh?

Go home!

So long.

What?

Oh man,

silence, finally.

But we just started.

We're done for the day.

Here. It's your lucky day.

Tomorrow too,

and the day after.

And so on and so forth

until one day I'll say,
"your lucky days are over."

Go in peace, pal.

Hanuka. -How lucky am I.
-How are you? -Good.

I didn't congratulate you,
I'm so happy for you.

Thank you.
-I miss you around here.

You and your friend.
-But you got good neighbors instead.

Yes...
Tell me,

since we're here,

can I trouble you
with a personal matter? -Always.

There's a verse in our holy Torah

that I can't get out of my head.

It goes like this,
it's beautiful,

"It is not good
that the man should be alone."

What a verse! So precise.

I tell you from experience, it's true.

Now,
maybe lost and found is your business,

can you find a woman for me?

Look...

I don't do matchmaking.

Maybe I should ask the rabbi's wife?

Hanuka, if we think of someone suitable,

then sure, it's a very good deed.

Yaffa isn't a matchmaker.
-Then what is she?

She's an accountant.
-Ah...

Forgive me.

God's salvation comes in the blink of an eye.
You'll find someone soon. -Amen.

God willing.

Thank you, Bracha. Yes.

Yaffa? Yes, she's home.

But she's not available right now.

Alright. Amen.

Bye.

Forgive me, sweetheart.

Here I am.

You don't have to answer every call.

They can wait until tomorrow morning.

What does she want from me?

They want to come over

to do the challah ritual with you.

They invited themselves?

She said they'll prepare everything.

In honor of my new job, it's customary.

What, making challah with the Rabbi's wife?

Do I have to bless them too?

You don't have to do anything.
I can tell them not to come.

In any case, it's not every Friday.

I can't this week, Naftali,
I don't feel like it.

I see. Alright.

Maybe next week.

Yes, next week.

How much longer?

How much longer?
-I can't say for sure.

Approximately.
One day? Two days?

What, are you building a highway here?

Maybe the light rail?

Shouldn't you stop interrupting me
so I can get on with it?

No brain, no worries.

Where did he find this guy?

Eti, this shop is nothing but expenses,

how will I settle the debt?

Slowly slowly. Ah!

Quiet!

What?

Hello, I'm Neta,
from Ora's campaign in Jerusalem,

are you going to vote
in the upcoming election?

I'm warning you if you don't come.

I want to tell you about our candidate,
Ora Nemo.

I want to invite you to a parlor meeting,

so you can see what she's about.

Bring Dalia too,
I haven't seen her since she got fat.

See you. Bye.

You haven't eaten, Tikva.

I can't,
everything tastes like stainless steel.

You have to eat,
Aaron will kill me.

Alright, soon.

Maybe we'll do it at my place?

The volunteers are coming,
it will be chaos.

No.

Tikva, you'll tell me
if we're getting in the way? -I promise.

Finish this.

I can't.

Then we're moving it to me.

Are you extorting me?
-Yes.

You have no shame.

I have cancer.

Enjoy. Good.

Didn't you get approved for weed?

It can improve your appetite.

Weed?

You're worried about my appetite, nice.

You're a saint.

To be honest, the man has a point.

Why didn't I think of it myself?

First time that dweeb said something smart.

Don't worry, Jackie,

they're at the end of their rope.

Alright, Hanuka.

And Jackie, you won't believe
what I did at their shops,

you gotta hear this.

Forget that,
did they sign any contracts?

Tomorrow or the day after
we'll give them an offer,

they won't be able to say no.

Talk to me when you have them.
-Okay.

I'll let you know.
-Tomorrow. -Alright.

Luck and good fortune, Jackie. Bye.

Forgive me. Where were we?

Help me open this.

You have to approve
the expansion of the lobby.

You have to approve increasing the budget.

Approved. -Okay.

What's the construction start date?

I'll get back to you on that,
we have 2-3 properties to close.

That's it for now.
Let's pack it in.

I need something else. -Yes?

Schedule a meeting for me.
-Sure, give me the details.

It's complicated.

Seriously, dude? No,

you're not there yet.
Higher. Higher.

No, higher.
Okay, think about it and we'll talk.

Bye bye.

Dang! What a pain.

What I don't do for you.
-For me?

Who was that?

Don't mind me,
you know how I get.

I apologize for what happened
with the drilling guy.

He's scamming you, Hanuka.

Someone else
would have finished it long ago.

I know, but I feel bad,

he has a family and kids.

Shall we give him another chance?

Who was that on the phone?

The person who was asking about the shop?

Look at her,
she won't let me surprise her.

What's this about?
-Wait,

what did he say?
-He's stressed out.

I'm letting him sweat.

He started off on the wrong foot
but now he's in the right direction.

How much?
-"How much?"

Nah, you don't want to know.

Until I don't get you a sweet deal,
I'm not even discussing it.

Let me do my job.

You relax,

I'll talk to you
when there's something to discuss.

We have time, don't we?

Go home, I bet your missed.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Have you lost your mind?

You want to sell the shop?

No!

He's all talk,
nothing will come of him.

Then what's he working for?

He wanted to,
I didn't make any promises.

And honestly,

if this goes on,
I may not have a choice.

Nissan will never let you sell.

Neither will I.

Have you lost it?

What's going on?

We'll get through this.

It's interesting he has a buyer
with all this sidewalk thing...

Pal, pal.

Get over here.

You're wrapping it up?
-Yes. They're right, it's gone on too long.

It looks bad
and it can ruin my reputation.

Okay, you're done,
you've run out of luck.

Tikva, they're here.

Ya...

Wow.

It came out so nice.
-Yes? -Look.

You're so beautiful!
-It's real, Tikva,

it's starting to sink in.

The picture's not that great.
-What? You're a model.

Don't say that. So beautiful.
-Show me. -Wow.

What else did they send?

"Women of Israel,

"until when will you abandon your fate

"to rabbis who are misogynists
and power hungry?

"Join me and we will rescue Jerusalem
from their dirty fingernails."

Ew. What is this, Tikva?
-I don't know.

You didn't write this?
-No, you did.

It says, "Love, Ora Nemo."

It's a mistake,
I never wrote that.

Yarin, what is this?

Luckily Tikva saw it,
this is a disgrace.

I don't get what the problem is.
-Don't you see?

No. You mean the fingernails?

It's a play on words

because you're a manicurist.
-No!

This is disgusting.
-Hold on,

this is what you're trying to do, isn't it?

This is what your campaign's about,
I'm just honing the messages.

You can't afford to be nice, Ora,

I told you that from day one.

So you wrote this?

I can't agree to this.

Throw all of them away

and write new ones with Tikva.

How could you do this, Yarin?

That's what Tikva is for,
she's in charge of words.

Everything goes by her,
no more screwups.

Fine. Tikva. -Yes?

I have a few words for Ora
to run by you,

can you write them down?

Dear Mrs. Ora Nemo,
re: letter of resignation.

Mrs. Nemo,
I hereby resign at once

from this amateur, loony campaign,

this ridiculous, buffoonish campaign,

this naïve, infantile imbecilic campaign.

Alright?
Is that enough words for you?

Good luck to you.

I can't say
I didn't want to do the dance of joy.

Really. How can that grouch
manage a campaign

that's all about reconciliation? How?

You're not resigning?

This will ruin you, Yarin.

Another unfinished campaign?

I know, Neta,

but I can't, this is a joke.

I'm a joke!

He's so upset, what did I say?

Listen, you're not a joke,

you've done great things
and you still will,

you just have to get back on top,

this is your ladder.

Where are you going?

Home. -And?

We'll see.

Tomorrow's another day.

I don't know where he is.

The bastard left the sewage open and bailed.

You warned me about him

and I'm so stubborn. I'm sorry.
-Alright.

Forgive me.
-How long will this go on?

Give me a chance,
I'll take care of it.

Next time I hire someone,
I'll pay more attention.

I don't fall in the same pit twice.

I'm taking care of it right now.

Oh, I swear, with all this mess

I forgot the good news.

Ladies, congratulations,

you got a sweetheart offer.

I can't believe
he agreed to the price.

Margalit, you...

you rock with your patience.

What are you talking about, Hanuka?

Eti, I know you weren't going to sell,

but when you hear the amount,
you'll think otherwise.

You nailed it.

We'll never get a price like this.

Then no.

Doesn't it seem odd that he'll buy
only if we both sell?

I don't care, I need the money.

I've been here for a week
and I haven't made one shekel.

And this place is going to the dogs,
everyone says so.

This is a one time opportunity
and we have to take it.

Margalit, I'm not selling.
-Why?

Champs-Élysées,
remember the plan?

Champs-Élysées...
We're going to bury ourselves in sewage.

Margalit,

I can't listen to this,
I'm not selling!

If Zion were alive,
he would sell.

Since Zion passed away,

we don't mention his name to Eti.

Even Margalit,
as close to her as she is,

knows it's forbidden.

I don't need him.

Good riddance.

Yes, he's a professional,
but this is too much.

How can I hand out those flyers?

Sorry. Bothering you with my nonsense.

Tell me something new, fine,
but harping on the same subject,

you're boring.
-I'm sorry.

And cut that out!

You're making me dizzy.

That's not me,

you always get dizzy here.
-No, only when you come with.

Darn, it's taking so long.

It didn't reach the halfway point.
-God.

Are you in a hurry?

You're right, I'm not.

Tikva,

do you think I made a mistake?

I have to rest.
-Of course.

Sit here.

Wha... -Ora, finally!

Well well, he's back.

You look awful Tikva,

did you have chemo today?

No, today I went folk dancing.
-Ah...

In any case, you should lie down.

I'll be in the room.
-Okay, honey.

You have an interview
in 30 minutes for Radio Jerusalem

and this evening a reporter will be here
from the Jerusalem Post.

How's your English?

I thought you quit.

Because of yesterday?

No, that was...

one big misunderstanding.

I gave it some thought,
I didn't fully understand you.

Alright?
It's behind us now,

we're going ahead full force.
-Yes, alright.

Gimme a hug.

You're so cute. -Okay.
-We missed you. Right, Tikva?

Let her rest.
-Of course.

Okay then.

Darn!

Yaffa, you look very nice.
-No, it's too much,

like I'm full of myself.
-No,

it's serious, dignified.
-Oh!

Here it is.

Shoot, it's creased.

I'll have to wash it.

What do you think?

I liked the other one better.
-Really?

But this is much prettier.

It's comfortable
and it fits me much better.

Are you wearing a jacket on top?
-No. Like this.

I liked the other one.

Is this not modest enough?

It's not that.

I mean, not only.

And Yaffa, it's not modest.

Oh yeah?
-Yes.

I thought nothing would change
because you're a rabbi.

It's not that.
-Right...

You know how many times
I wore this blouse with you?

You never had an issue with it.

Now that you're a rabbi
it's not modest.

I knew this would happen.

I need this job,
don't you get it?

This rabbi business is yours, not mine.

I'm not a rebbetzin.

I didn't marry a rabbi.

Yaffa, Yaffa,

it has nothing to do
with me being a rabbi.

It doesn't bother me,

but you're going to meet a strange man,

I don't know who he is
and what his intentions are

and he doesn't know who you are
and how pure you are.

This blouse could confuse him.

But what matters
is that you feel comfortable and confident,

so you wear whatever you like.

Wear whatever you like.

Alright.

Your appointment is here.
-Thank you.

You can go in.
-Thank you.

Oh!

Yaffa Kadosh.

Ohayon.
-Forgive me, Ohayon.

Yaffa Ohayon.

Rebbetzin Yaffa Ohayon.

Bye, Kobi.
-Jackie.

Look at that, you're a rebbetzin
and I'm Jackie.

I'm leaving.
-Already?

You didn't hear
what I have to say.

If you leave, you won't know.

The thoughts will drive you crazy, what for?

You're here, stay for five minutes.

It's always the same argument,

she wants to behave
like she did in her father's home,

but to me that's prohibited, you know?

Mmm... yes.

It's customary to begin
only after the blessing,

but her mornings...

I want to help you.

I don't need help, thank you.

You don't?

You're a young couple,
he's a rabbi, you don't have a job.

Let me help you, I can.

Are you serious?

You get me here
under false pretenses

and put on this act to help me?

Do you think I believe you?

I'm not a child anymore,
I don't buy it.

You don't interest me
and don't come near me again.

Open the door before I break it.

Why break it?

Have a good day, Rebbetzin.

Yaffa! Excuse me, Moshe.

Where were you going?
-I...

I didn't want to disturb you.
-How did it go?

It was called off.

I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

It wasn't for me.

Yaffa opted not to tell Naftali the truth.

She didn't think
she should make a big deal.

But in marriage,
the biggest crises

can begin with just one lie.