The Wonders (Plaot)

Keep an eye out... -Okay.

Shmaya, where are you?

Is it over? Can I go home?

Home?

You know what you have to do first...

They’re moving him again.

I don’t know.

Maybe we shouId act...

or keep watching...

Watch your head...

Hurry...

Arnav!

What’s the damage?

You had two araks and three cognacs?

The araks are on me

75 shekeIs. -75?!

AIcohoI prices went up, Arnav.

We shouId start an action committee.

CRAP - The Committee for Reduction of AIcohoI Prices.

I’m ten shekeIs short...

You’re kiIIing me CaviIio...

I spend aII my tips on you.

I end up Ieaving you a tip.

You’re a saint, Arnav. A saint.

BIess your souI. -Good night. -Good night.

Check, pIease...

Coming

Makes me mad that peopIe here feeI free to grab you.

This is a bar, not a convent.

TabIe 4 wants a Iast round of beer.

WiII do, your hottie hoIiness.

Stop staring at me.

I’m serious about turning reIigious.

You were serious as a punk rocker...

When you studied Chinese medicine...

You’re so annoying.

I’m gonna start cIeaning up.

Wanna come over for coffee? -’’Wanna come over for coffee’’?

If you want to Iead me astray, you’II have to do better than that.

You think I’m that easy?

Makes me mad when you try to distance me from sainthood.

On the contrary. When you come over,

sainthood is in the hood.

And Peter Piper picked pickIed peppers. -Not funny.

And Suzy seIIs seashore seasheIIs.

Stop it. It won’t get you anywhere.

Check out that car.

You’II never have a car Iike that.

Why? I’II puII doubIe shifts at the bar...

Forget it, you’re a penniIess graffiti artist with no prospects.

What’s the probIem?

What’s the probIem? There’s no peace in the MiddIe East.

I’m overdrawn at the bank. I have pigeons in my window...

Buzz off.

What? -Вon’t get me started. Just buzz off.

The kitchen is the other way.

Weird...

A fancy car Iike that in our neighborhood?

Great, that means I’m the one making coffee.

I can’t beIieve I used to Iive with you.

So strange...

Mr. Buzz Off and his friends

just went into the abandoned apartment.

Vax?

What?

What’s that bIue Iight?

What are they, Hassidic aIiens?

What bIue Iight? -Up there.

CouId be their ceII phone Iights...

They’re probabIy just deaIers or junkies.

Say goodnight to the aIiens...

I don’t know what’s with me IateIy.

I see things...

I’m such a pathetic Ioser...

Sex with your ex is the Iowest...

Sorry, I didn’t mean to...

If I don’t repent, I’II never find true Iove.

I’m putting on some music.

Good morning. -Good morning.

Top of the morning, Mr. Weinberg.

Top of the morning.

JoIt me with java

and egg on an egg sandwich.

How’s it going?

Good morning, Mr. Aharonov.

Good morning. -I hate to cut you off, but...

Cut... Get it? -Very funny.

Is ChoIera... Is Chaim out back?

He’s out back.

Como estas, ChoIera?

Praise the Lord. Brown or green?

What’s the dish of the day?

We have green from Sinai, cheap,

but for our speciaI cIients we have hydro from Amsterdam.

One puff and you’II be speaking Вutch. -Of course I wanna speak Вutch...

Greetings and saIutations... -HeIIo, how are you?

BakIava, pIease.

Here you go.

How much is that? -Sixty.

Two vodkas, neat. -With pIeasure, your hoIiness.

Arnav, don’t forget me.

Arak? Cognac? Whisky?

You decide which order.

What wiII you have?

Shandy, pIease?

Shandy?

My bIood sugar’s Iow.

Вo you have anything eIse sweet? BakIava or something?

BakIava? You came to the right pIace.

Not just any bakIava, it’s EiffeI!

Whoa, you mean EiffeI SuItan SuIeiman?

In its fuII EiffIeness...

Respect to the bakIava meister. -Respect.

You drive aII the way to SuItan SuIeiman for bakIava?

Вrive? I Iive here in Musrara, across the street,

you know where the art schooI is? -You go to schooI there?

I did - painting and muItimedia.

But aII that sitting in cIass, discipIine, raising your hand,

not for me.

Arnav! There’s a hoIe in my gIass.

What did he caII you?

Arnav. Nice to meet you.

Your name is Arnav (rabbit)?

Long story. My birth certificate says ArieI Navon,

in 1st grade I was Arnavon, Arnaviko, Arnaviyahu...

Arnav! -Yeah, what now?

What now? I had my arak, and what comes after arak?

Cognac! -Cognac

Arnav, wait a second!

It’s you?

What’s wrong with you?

You scared me.

Isn’t it against the Iaw to deface waIIs?

Paragraph 9 of the PenaI Code:

’’He who writes, paints, or draws iIIegaIIy

’’on another’s property

’’is IiabIe to one year’s imprisonment.’’ Is it worth it?

You a cop or something?

LuckiIy for you, not anymore.

So what do you want from me?

I have a proposition for you.

I couIdn’t say it with peopIe around.

Man, bakIava is no probIem, but there are things I’m not into.

I need your apartment for a week’s surveiIIance.

So it wasn’t just my imagination.

Are they stiII in the abandoned apartment?

Вoes it matter?

I don’t want any troubIe.

Someone’s Iocked in there, and needs heIp.

So, caII your oId job and have them send a cruiser?

It’s not that simpIe.

What do you say? 1 0,000 shekeIs, cash in hand.

Can I be straight with you?

You don’t Iook Iike someone who wants to heIp.

1 5,000 shekeIs. See?

I just heIped you to an extra 5,000 shekeIs.

Think about it.

Give me a caII.

Good morning. -Good morning.

What’s happening?

I saw you and your ’’buddies’’ come in here Iast night,

I thought I’d check on you

Is everything okay?

I feIt Iike having a Ioquat, so I picked some,

and I figured since I’m...

Want a Ioquat?

Take it.

’’BIessed are You, Lord our God, Creator of the fruit of the tree.’’

Amen.

Want some more?

No, keep it... -I can’t.

Keep it for Iater.

No, I’m not aIIowed. Take it.

Why not? It’s a fruit. It’s kosher...

PIease take the pits with you.

It isn’t stoIen, the tree beIongs to everyone.

I know it’s none of my business, but...

You wanna caII somebody?

Want me to caII somebody for you?

No, thanks.

You sure?

FamiIy?

The poIice?

What the heII are you doing?

What’s in your head, brains or bakIava?

I didn’t do anything!

You think this is some drunken brawI at the bar?

Вo you know what you’re getting into?

This is a bad, bad story.

I’m not getting into anything.

I asked you to heIp, not get in the way.

I’m sorry. Now pIease Iet me go.

I need your apartment, I asked you niceIy.

I offered to pay you.

You offered and I refused.

I don’t owe you anything.

Wait. You’re right, I’m sorry.

I need your heIp.

Okay, but teII me what’s going on.

I can’t.