Beyond The Walls (Me'Ahorei Hasoragim)

Open your mouth. Tongue.

How was leave, Uri? -Lousy.

Avner Hiram, Yoseph Eliazdi, Muhamad Jabar...

Turn around. -Prisoners who were called... -Bend down.

are asked to report to outside-work officer.

Prisoners who's names were called are asked to... -Leg.

How's Siggy? Did you find the girl? -No.

Other leg.

Damari, search his clothes.

Don't worry, Uri, it'll pass. She'll go back

to Boarding School. Everything will be all right.

We're having a party? -Strip and lie on the couch.

Lie on the couch or we'll help you lie.

If you harm the warden, you won't make it out alive.

You weren't here 24 hours, it was peaceful and quiet.

I'll see to it that it stays quiet even with you inside.

Make them stop the damn enemas, you'll have quiet.

You know what you get for threatening a guard?

OK, fine, throw him in solitary for a week.

Maybe he'll calm down.

Don't take it personally, eh? Nothing personal. There.

You're going to miss enemas.

That'll cost you, you piece of shit!

This is Assaf Forman. Cell 16. -Thanks.

Fitussi! -What? -The fucker's here.

He's here, the bastard. -he's here, I see him.

You son of a bitch! -Mother fucker! -Bastard!

Cock sucker, maybe we'll be cellmates.

Squealer. -You fuck. -Snitch, asshole, come here.

You fucking squealer. Shame on you, traitor.

Come here, you bastard. -Come on, shit head.

Traitor. -Come here, squealer.

Damari!

Not putting him with us? -The Officer said with Uri.

You mother fucker, bastard. -In Uri's cell?

You're a traitor to your country.

Come here, I'll set you on fire.

You bastard, son of a bitch.

Damari, you're confused, honey, he doesn't belong here,

he belongs there, with the Arabs. -Just for tonight.

Just for tonight? What are we, babysitters?

He's no baby, he's a ticking bomb.

Out of Jews' problems that you're worrying about Arabs?

Is there a problem, Damari? -They're not happy with him.

Not happy?

What, do you want to be on the Prison Housing Committee?

Was that a suggestion or a request?

Uri! -No, no, if it's a request,

we're willing to give it some serious consideration.

Keeping your spirits high, eh, Uri?

A week in solitary wasn't enough to cool you down?

We in the cooling business or maybe in housing business?

Uri, don't give me an excuse to cut you down to size.

It'd really... hurt me to.

Mr. Hershko, let's find him another place anyway,

for all our sakes?

Mr. Hershko, you're putting here a time bomb,

you'll get only trouble. -Trouble? -Yeah.

A wise-ass, Eh? Give me the guitar.

This isn't cool. Hershko, what's the guitar have to do with it?

Any trouble and I'm calling off this whole pain-in-the-ass Festival.

We gotta help him, guys. -Help who, this guy?

He's not one of us. -How do you determine that?

He's an officer in their army.

He was in all their wars Against us. He's a Zionist.

I reckon that's enough.

Is he in jail cause of his Zionism? -They're more manipulative than him.

He'll pay 5 years of his life for meeting with our guy abroad.

Don't compare them to us. There can never be negotiations.

The progressive Israeli is the one leaving Palestine never to return.

I admire you for one thing: Everything is clear for you.

I don't think... -Listen!

You have the same problem as "Gush Emunim".

The truth is you don't care about people, human beings.

You're interested in slogans, speeches, making history,

but not in people, made of flesh and blood.

Our problem is that you're the only ones heard in the world.

But in this cell, Valeed, and not just in this cell, you must

understand, people prefer my "blindness" to your fanaticism.

Don't you forget that.

Taken, it's taken.

I told you it's taken. -You said that's taken.

Everything's taken for you, eh, Uri?

Take your hands off, stop it, come on.

Touch him and you'll have to answer to us. -This isn't Fatah-land.

We call the shots here.

Uri.

What's up, what's up. I'll tell you what's up.

"Stars and lucky stars".

What a headline, There's not much luck where you are.

"The muses are not silent behind the walls", wow, what a headline.

Some headline, eh? Say, how were her headlines, the reporter's, eh?

Each line, a curve, Each curve superb.

Eh, nightingale?

"The Central Prison's Nightingale". -Uri.

"Shlomo Ben-Abu's friends call him the nightingale.

"Recently, a song by the nightingale

"has been accepted to the prestigious song festival.

"An unprecedented success for a prison inmate. "

Girls, girls. Look who's back from the cold.

Come in, come in, sweetheart!

We'll warm you up a little.

This jerk is nothing but trouble, nothing but trouble.

Guys, let's open this to discussion... -Open up! -I wanna explain something.

Girls, anyone against him opening up? But open wide, so we can all get in.

Give us a Middle Eastern chord, C-Flapped!

If somebody... If somebody would spit in your soup, what'd you do, huh?

You like the East, huh?

I'll teach you things you don't know about the East. Starting with Turkey.

Guys, cut it out. -For God's sake!

Look who's here to help him.

From the backdoor, eh? A knife in the nation's back.

Uri, why don't you stop it? -Wait, I didn't introduce you two.

Mussa, this is Ashaf. -Assaf. -Ashaf. -Assaf.

Mussa doesn't trust Arab lovers like yourself, so he's converting.

Marrying a Jewish girl.

A Jewish pussy can't stand an Arab cock, eh?

After the test, what kind of Jew are you gonna be, Sephardic or European?

If you get over 80, the Europeans will have you.

Stop, stop!

Will you get serious for a moment? -Serious?

Why? Aren't people serious enough for you here?

They are, I just want to tell you that... -Yeah, my turn now.

I'll talk now and you shut up.

And you better listen carefully, I'll only say this once. Got it?

Don't look at me with you eyes, like some kind of angel.

You're worse than Issam, that planted a bomb in the central bus station

and ran like a chicken.

You betrayed the whole country, and there's no atonement for that.

You got that?

Do you know what I did? -I know everything you did.

You... -Yes? -You use me against the Arabs.

I think I have the basic right to say what l...

Right? -Yes. -You have no right.

I'm not through with you.

You're lucky you came in a good time for you.

Don't worry, nightingale, he's not worth screwing the festival.

So now you sit in your corner

and ask for permission for each breath.

And when the festival's over, we'll come back to you and your friends

and make a little musical.

Announcement for all convicts on the General Block.

As of today, morning line count will begin at 5 a. m.

I repeat, morning count at 5 a. m. Work details will begin at 5:30.

Work details will begin at 5:30. -Move, give me room.

You got a good appetite. Looking for Uri? He doesn't mix with the white.

He's ancient history.

Not bad, not bad. -Listen, Menashe, about the deal...

you asshole, where do you get the best pieces of chicken

in the whole joint? You're paying off the Arabs in the kitchen too?

Menashe, you know it's not up to me,

I invested a fortune in this stuff and it's all be n confiscated, gone.

Who cares about your confiscations? And who cares about your trouble?

In a day or two, I want the last one here.

Hoffman, I'll split your head open, if not.

Like kitty litter. -People paid, they want the goods,

and don't think they don't ask how you found it right away.

But I'm keeping quiet, like a fish, I'm quiet like a fish in a tank.

Never mind. I'll take these losses.

What am I asking for, Hershko?

I just want to bring Salomon back on a dump truck,

and put him in smoothly, just like the deal we had till now.

And that's it, you won't hear from Hoffman again.

I was also thinking... -What, what were you thinking?

I've been thinking it wouldn't be wise

if other people knew about our relationship.

You wanna call someone? -Hershko, I'd have to go to the warden.

Fine, do you want me to set you up an interview?

Tzipi. -Yes, Mr. Hershko?

Never mind. Drugs, Hoffman.

They were and will always be here.

Neither one of us invented them. They are the prison's oxygen,

and my means of controlling you. My way of keeping the peace.

Now, go, go on, Hoffman, go to the infirmary.

I'll wait till after the festival, then I'll have nothing to lose.

What, no "hello"? -Hello.

Your'e mad?

What about Maha? When is he coming? - We don't exactly know, but we got

a room for him and the boy with my father. The whole village's waiting.

How's Boarding school? -Fine. Great.

What's so great?

We went to a work camp in a kibbutz. -Yeah.

That's why I couldn't make it And come for the last visit.

How was the kibbutz? -Why do you ask? You hate kibbutzim.

Lies are what I hate.

Siggy, you've got a lot of explaining to do.

Explain to me that you ran away from Boarding School.

Explain to me in which kibbutz you weren't.

explain to me who you've been hanging around with for two weeks.

I have nothing to explain. -Siggy, I want you to go back to school.

I'm not going back there, Do you understand? I'm not.

I got a special leave, the first one I got.

I wanted us to be together.

Instead I had to look for you all over the country like a tour guide.

Believe me, I'm your father! -What kind of father are you?

I'll get out, soon. I have a parole hearing coming up. -how'll get out?

You don't get a parole for a second time armed robbery. -OK.

When will you get out, in 3 years?

And for how long will you be out, dad, for how long? -Siggy, Siggy!

Siggy! Siggy!