Invisible (Lo roim alaich) (Lo roim alaich)

Hi, Nira. - Hi, Michel.

I was told the production couldn't find a translator for tomorrow

and they proposed to you. - Yes...

Yes...

If you want to go on editing the film, it's okay.

Are you sure? - Sure. - Thank you.

Michel? Who is she?

I'm not sure.

Maybe one of the activists.

I have a meeting with this group tomorrow.

Where do I know her from?

Bye, Nira.

Bye.

I'm glad you made me come.

I haven't been in nature for years.

Go home!

Get out of here!

Move it!

Go home!

This is my land.

Everyone, move away!

I'll translate in a moment.

Let the Palestinians pick their olives in peace.

Why don't you arrest them?

Lady, get back, or we'll arrest all of you.

Do something before someone gets hurts!

We have orders not to hurt Jews.

You have no such orders. Shall I read your orders?

You're traitors!

This is a closed military zone! I'm asking you to leave.

Go home!

You have to protect the Palestinians.

Get her laid, to calm her down!

Thank you. - See you. - Bye.

Bye. Thank you. - Bye.

Nira?

I'm sorry they threw you out,

but thank you for this experience.

It was important that you filmed it. Thanks.

Excuse me?

Excuse me if I... I may be completely wrong, but...

I think we've met before.

More than 20 years ago.

Lily, what's happening next time?

What we discussed.

We'll be in Jayus next Saturday, I have to talk to Nabil,

I still have to wait for permits.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

I didn't remember that lineup until I saw you today.

I haven't thought about it for so long

and suddenly I remembered.

I walked out of that lineup,

and saw you,

standing at the entrance to the police. Alone.

You stood straight and had a braid.

When did they catch him?

I have no idea.

I get mixed up because my father died at the same time,

but...

Looking at you, the signs are invisible.

But are they really visible on anyone? You're so...

I'm sorry for landing on you like this.

Do you think he's still in prison? - I don't know.

I'm glad you came. Thank you.

It was nice meeting you. - Nice meeting you. Nira.

Bye, good night.

"The Polite Rapist"

Leave it, Lily, I'll do it later.

It's okay.

How are you? - Great.

How was it for you?

Great. A little short.

We've never been apart for a whole month.

I couldn't fall asleep last night.

But was it good for you? Was is good I didn't come?

Were you able to write? - Lily, I'm not a robot.

After 20 years it doesn't switch on and start working.

Did you miss me?

Of course.

What's this?

It's for you.

Thank you.

What a pesky daughter I have.

Wait a minute, sweetheart.

Yes? Hello? - Hi.

It's me, Nira.

Hi.

Meeting you really affected me, you know?

Do you have a minute?

Yes... yes.

Everything suddenly came back to me.

I didn't remember that my father died after they caught him.

I shouldn't have told my father.

That's what killed him.

It can't be your fault.

That whole period is so mixed up for me,

it's one big muddle.

I have to...

I'm sorry, Nira, but... - I have to find out what happened,

I've got to run.

Of course, when can I call you?

I'm at the studio all day.

Oh, you're a dance teacher?

At "Studio A." - Oh, I know the studio.

I really have to go. - Yes, I'm sorry.

Move your arm away.

Like a Palestinian presenting his ID card at a checkpoint.

At Surda checkpoint, the soldiers divided the Palestinian women

into two lines- pretty and ugly ones.

They stood there in two lines,

waiting to pass through. - Come on, Lily, enough politics.

Lily, when do we do the other arm?

Where have you been these past days?

With all your spare time, I never see you.

I don't know, around and about,

looking for stuff to write about.

We don't get to talk.

I wanted to tell you...

Are you listening? - Yeah.

A few days ago I met... a woman

who was also raped by the Polite Rapist.

It made me think of how you were with me then.

How we loved each other, how you loved me.

I'll never forget your being with me then.

What are you doing, Lily?

Why are you bringing this up?

What good will it do you?

What do you mean?

Amnon, talk to me.

"6th Rape Carried Out Near the Ayalon Bridge"

Hello. Is this the police records section?

I'm looking for a testimony I gave.

What about? - Rape.

Lahav! - Yeah?

There's someone here looking for a rape file.

Did they get him?

How can I help you?

I'm Nira Meirovitch

and I'm looking for a testimony I gave here.

When? - April, 1977.

Oh.

Then it's been burned.

Anything before 1985 has been burned.

"Burned"? What do you mean, "burned"?

We can't keep every file.

Can I find out if he's still in prison? It was...

a serial rapist.

The Polite Rapist. The Gentle Rapist.

You know how many rape cases we have?

I can't believe you destroyed my file.

Let's try his ID number. Do you have it?

I didn't ask for his ID when he raped me.

Our computer works on ID numbers. What can I do?

You know what? Hang on.

Why are you doing this after so many years?

This is Dr. David Giladi.

He's head of the forensic lab, he worked here back then.

He immediately remembered the case of the Polite Rapist...

Hello. - Hello.

I remember you. You...

were beautiful.

I interviewed you. - I don't know.

I was thinner then, and I had a beard.

Have a seat. - No, thanks.

I had just joined the police at the time.

That bastard was driving us crazy, raping someone every few days.

Two months later,

I interviewed a little Yemenite woman who said that...

during the... act, he told her to stroke his back.

When she stroked him, she felt a small mole

on the lower right side of his back.

He wanted you to stroke him

so the intercourse would seem romantic, right?

That's why we named him "The Polite Rapist..."

So when exactly did you interview me?

Another psychologist and I interviewed all the girls.

Actually...

I remember something from your interview.

You said that you weren't a virgin.

There's something else I remember.

You said he had a thick sexual organ.

Not large, but thick.

Ah, Nira.

Hi. - Hi.

What did you?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Did I burn you?

No, no. - I'm sorry.

Michel, I'm sorry. - No, no, it's me, it's me.

Excuse me. - It's my fault.

Maybe you should take it off.

Yes. - Excuse...

It's me, it's me.

Hey, get your hands off her!

Hey, get your hands off her!

Let me do the job!

Get outta here!

Hey!

Sweetheart.

This is great. I didn't know you were coming.

How long can you stay? - Just for a bit.