Silent (השתיקה)

Follow the light.

Good.

You say his condition is stable,

but Mr. Yitzhaki has been in a coma for almost a year.

Why isn't he being sent to a hospital?

Noah is getting professional care,

Aviv is with him all the time. I trust them.

Thank you.

Ten days before elections

the leading candidate

puts everything aside due to his father's condition,

heartbreaking news.

Just six months ago,

one month after losing his wife in a tragic accident,

Aviv Yitzhaki announced he'd be running for prime minister as an independent.

Only 31 years old

and with the most touching, modest campaign in local political history.

We recently reported a downturn in the polls

and I wonder how the deterioration in the condition of his father,

former PM Noah Yitzhaki, will affect the polls and the elections.

Thank you, Mati, for that touching report.

We'll go to the evening news in a moment,

but first, he's Dropping in.

I have a feeling this isn't another restaurant or new play.

Good evening, my dear Avihu.

"Touching report"?

Are you crazy, Maor?

What's with the melodramatic shit?

It's just a report. Hello!

Avihu, I feel like you're...

Now he's "feeling" again.

Here, do me a favor,

dry your tears before they wash away your brains.

I've been stuck at home watching TV for two weeks,

you and your pals put together quite a soap opera.

Watch this and it's all just from yesterday.

What do you mean, why? That's how I feel.

The public votes with its feelings,

The disappointed party members are a bundle of feelings.

I have no proof, but you can feel the stench.

A candidate who's all feelings.

His silence feels like...

There's a feeling of excitement.

That's how I feel, period!

"Period." Is that right, Nira?

But you didn't get a word out of Mr. Feelings, your candidate.

What's his story?

Defense? Economics? Macramé? What?

And you, Aviv Yitzhaki,

I don't blame you, son.

I blame you.

What do you know about him, anyway? -Go.

He's leading by... -And that makes sense to you?

There are polls?

Maybe your "polls" don't make sense?

Look, he grew up in a political family,

you can't take... -So did you, honey,

but that doesn't make you a PM.

Welcome back, Mizrahi. -His father was a well-loved PM.

His father is a vegetable.

He lost his wife a week after their wedding. -So what?

God forgive me, but so what?

Listen, it's heartbreaking. -What are you really saying?

That people are going to vote for him out of pity?

You don't let us talk...

I think you're into him.

Excuse me? -And you, Mati,

the hottest journalist here, for six months you've been "feeling"?

How about an interview? -You get an interview!

Do I look like a journalist? -So what do you want?

To understand. -You can't force him.

Never mind.

I'm onto you. The "silent widower." Ha.

Camera 2, don't move.

Camera on me, please.

He's up to his usual shit. -To Camera 1, and... go.

My dear Aviv, listen,

I'm the only one here who knows you. You were once my student.

Do you want me to reveal what I...?

Kidding.

The truth is, he was a good kid.

But for God's sake, Aviv, why do you want to be PM?

Explain. Don't avoid the question. Come, talk to me.

Did you know about this?

Name your time and place.

I promise - no gossip, no tears,

just open your mouth, sweetheart.

It's about time.

Five shekels.

Three. -Four and that's final.

Put it on my tab.

Did you deposit money in my account?

Hm? -My account in Frankfurt.

Can you come here a sec?

Good morning.

Hello?

What's the story?

37,000 Euros, Vishy.

Where?

Didn't you close that account?

What does that matter? Did you make a deposit?

That was a week ago. -So?

You were there a week ago. Didn't you sell anything?

For 37,000? Are you crazy?

The account has been frozen for three years, okay? -Okay.

I was at the book fair. -In Frankfurt.

If I sell, the money goes to the publisher, not to my account.

Got that so far, stupid?

The bank emailed me this morning.

It's in German.

I did Google Translate. -Brilliant.

It came out gibberish... Stop it!

You're distracting me. -Me?

You aren't cooking up some crazy surprise for me?

A trip to Australia, maybe?

Why would I deposit it there?

Forget it, Oshik, it's obviously a mistake.

It's a lot of money. -Then they'll correct it.

It's a German bank, isn't it?

Do I have to beg for a "good morning, Dad"? -Don't.

What's with him? -Dalit broke his heart.

Did he ask her to go steady?

I did, in his name.

And what did she say?

She says she doesn't go out with punks.

What? Do they call you "punk" at school too?

Ya think?

I look like Mom, if you haven't noticed.

You look like Mom, Gonie?

I didn't see that coming.

When I suggested you interview him you laughed at me.

When was that?

Doesn't matter now. What did you think?

You should've asked him first.

You can relax.

I don't think he'll do it. -Then why did you suggest it?

Ugh, finally.

Kochi, I'm so sorry. -Never mind apologies,

your mom isn't taking my calls. -What?

I said your mom isn't taking my calls. -Okay.

Her phone's been off since yesterday

and you don't call back. I tried 100 times! -Avihu.

Hello? -Just a sec.

What are you doing here?

We've been waiting for half an hour.

Hi.

I need you to hang up. -Hang up? Why?

Hang up the phone.

Sorry, Kochi, I'll call you back.

Avihu, for God's sake...

What's going on here?

You don't recognize me. I'm Aviv's sister.

Alma

Sorry about your phone, I'm sure you understand.

This is Yoni, my assistant.

Neri, go ahead and smoke, no hurry.

My online lesson is starting.

I'm learning Portuguese.

What's going on here?

You wanted an interview, didn't you?

For real? Aviv said yes?

I've got no patience for you today.

Are you mad at me for not telling you?

It was spontaneous, you know me.

Sorry, but I don't like this. -Fine, you can go.

Idiot.

What's the story, Neri? Where are we going?

Hey, son. You've grown.

Hello, Teacher.

Hello, Mr. Soon-to-be-Prime-Minister.

What's with the early morning surprise?

You could've called me, we'd have had coffee.

Didn't they call you? -Who?

Sorry.

This is my sister's house. Come in.

Well?

Give us a minute.

Thanks, pal, I'm fine.

Hello, my dear Neri.

Pleased to meet you, Mizrahi.

You're...

Noah Yitzhaki. Nice to meet you.

And you aren't a vegetable.

I was, long ago.

I got better, thank God.

I like the peace and quiet.

Finally some time with my kids.

Why the act?

A trick? A conspiracy?

God forbid.

Okay...

Aviv here is going to be PM, he'll do a great job

and be a boon to our country.

How long have you known about this crap?

Is Elvis Presley hiding here, too?

Avihu, do you want to do this interview?

Okay, then.

What's this? -The interview.

We'll do it here, modest, homey,

as Aviv likes it.