The House on Chelouche Street (הבית ברחוב שלוש)

Hey Nisso, what's up? -Everything's cool.

Cool. -What's new? -It's all bullshit, I tell you.

There's no beginning and no end! It's all bullshit.

The British Empire is passing by. Salute, Shimon Yosef, Salute.

Didn't I tell you It was all bullshit?

Noah Films Present:

Gila Almagor

The House on Shlush Street

Sheike Ofir

Yosef Shiloach

Michal Bat Adam

Avner Hizkiyahu

Ester Grotes

Ofer Shalchin

Yossi Polak

Haim Banai

Original Script: Moshe Mizrahi

Special Assistant: Rachel Fabian

Head of Photography: Adam Greenberg

Sound Engineer: Rose Leclair

Artistic Director: Koli Sander

Executive Editor: Dov Hennig

Executive Producer: Yoram Globus

Producer: Menachem Golan

Written and Directed by Moshe Mizrahi

Are you sure this is the house?

Yes, mom brought me here plenty of times.

Come on, don't be scared.

Mom, I brought Sami.

He couldn't believe I knew how to get here.

He wanted to see you. -See me? What's to see?

Why didn't you tell me?

What did you think I was doing?

Go on, go home.

Mrs. Goldfein is coming, and I don't want her to see you here.

Sami, dear, take your brother with you.

Come on. Take your brother.

Sami.

Hello, Clara.

These are your kids, aren't they?

Such a big boy! He's a young man!

And you are so young, Clara.

OK, let's go. -Clara, are you not done in the living room yet?

In a minute. -What about the laundry? -Already done. -Good.

Look how low we've sunk, Sultana.

Stop that, Mazal.

Such is life.

Life? What life? In Egypt we lived in a palace.

We had servants and maids.

And here in lsrael, my daughter Clara is a maid,

cleaning other people's houses! You call this a life in lsrael?

There's no doubt, Mazal,

everything here is different.

We have to adjust. -Woman, life is like a pie.

Some have it baked,

and some have it unbaked.

You win some, you lose some, Mrs. Mazal. That's how it goes.

How's everything in the carpentry shop, Halfon?

Just fine, man. -Mom, you're hurting me!

Sit quietly. Stop fidgeting.

Wow, hot mama, ain't she, Sami?

Jacko, stop, get off your mother. I'm not a horse! Get off...

Leave your sister alone.

Sami, take him away.

Mazal, did you hear about the butcher's wife?

Her husband caught her with his brother,

and killed him in that bath house on Pinnes street.

Just like Cane and Abel. Oh my God!

It's her fault,

driving them both crazy. She's got worms down there.

Women are the source of all evil. -No, Mazal,

men are!

Men are the source of all evil.

Right, Clara? -What are you asking me for, Nisso?

Ask your girlfriends.

What's that, mom? Too much talking...

So? We're just taking a break.

Mazal, Mazal. Life is like an onion.

If you try to peel it, you end up in tears.

That's enough, Rafael.

Life is a pie, life is an onion...

When are we going to play some poker?

We will, don't worry. -This one thinks of poker day and night.

That's what kids are like these days.

Clara, my sweet. My beloved.

You sit in the corner all day long, lighting up this yard.

Why don't you make me a cup of coffee, my sweet?

Geez, Nisso, you are so spoiled.

Better you should get a wife to make coffee for you.

Don't rub it in.

Where will I find someone as good as you?

Don't worry, I'll get you your coffee. -You're a sweetheart.

Such a womanizer!

Sultana, the world is like a cucumber.

Sometimes you have it in your hand...

If you want to touch it, than only above the shirt.

Ziona, where are you? -I'm here, mom.

What are you doing over there? Come home now. It's late.

Coming, mom.

Sami?

Is that you?

Life is hard, isn't it, Sami?

Stop reading.

The light... I can't sleep like that.

Turn away then.

Mom, the light.

Sami, Sami, enough with the books. You'll ruin your eyes.

In a minute, mom. Let me just finish this page.

Jacko, you poor thing.

I hope you don't have an attack tonight.

Sami.

The light.

Sami, you need to get up early tomorrow.

You can't be late for work on your first day.

Baby,

It's not for long.

Maybe next year you could go back to school. -Yeah.

I'll go back to school and you'll go back to mopping floors.

"Clara, are you not done in the living room yet? "

Why are you talking to me like that?

You don't get it.

I do get it. You're ashamed of your mother.

That's not it.

What's "not it"?

Are you embarrassed by my cleaning other people's homes?

Well, yes. But I agreed to go out and work, didn't l? I did.

Yes, you did. But that's how it goes, Sami.

You're my first born and head of this family, because dad is gone.

Sami, baby.

Mr. Goldfein?

Yes, boy. What do you want?

My mom... I...

I'm Sami. Clara is my mother.

Sami! You're Clara's boy.

How could I forget?

Your mom is a great lady. Good worker. Come in, come in.

Grossman!

Grossman, come here!

Grossman. -What? -This is Sami.

He'll be working for us.

Make sure you train him well. Teach him things.

Have you ever had a job, kid?

No.

That's all we needed here.

What are we going to do with the dirty little Frenk?

Stop that.

Come over here. Come here.

See this guy?

This is Max.

He's top notch.

Would you like to be as good as he is?

Don't worry, Mr. Goldfein.

He'll do just fine.

Kid! Kid!

Come here.

Come look at your son, Clara.

He's as black as an Arab!

How was it? -Fine.

Did Mr. Goldfein see you? -Yes, he did.

Did he talk to you? -Yes, he did. -What did he say?

He didn't say anything.

Jacko.

Why does he get meat? -He works hard. He needs his strength.

I work hard too.

Eat.

Two.

Three.

How many, Halfon?

What's the rush, man?

One card.

One special one.

I'll see that.

One cent. -Son, they'll clean you out!

Don't worry, mom...

Pass.

His majesty's police... -Leave him alone.

One cent...

and a penny

to call.

Did you hear that, Clara? A cent and a penny.

The great Halfon puts in a penny.

Halfon, what do you do with your money?

Where do you get all your money from? Jerk.

Where do I get all my money from?

From the governor. I get a monthly salary.

Go on, get out of here.

For the kids, You're a big hero, Nisso.

What do you say, Clara?

How do you like me now?

I'm a hero only for the kids?

Leave me alone, Nisso. What do you want from me?

You know what I want, right, Sami?

Some mother you've got there.

Say, Sami,

am I a hero or what? T ell the truth.

Tell him, Sami. Tell him what a mouse he is.

People on death row keep singing the national anthem.

And he's sitting at home. Slacker!

Slacker. That's what you are!

You see this guy from Beirut?