Junction 48

The Israeli city of Lod is the Palestinian city of Lyd, which once sat on the main railway junction.

In 1948, tens of thousands of Palestinians were exiled from Lyd in order to resettle the town with Jews.

It became a mixed Palesttinian-Jewish city located five minutes from Tel Aviv International airport.

Repossession Agency, Kareem speaking. File number please.

I need the file number, sir.

Please lower your voice so I can help you.

I know it's a new refrigerator, obviously it's new,

that's why it's being repossessed.

I call it Lyd, Some call it Lod, Others call it Lydda

I'll give you a couple of minutes to search Wikipedia

Time's up, The cops are at the door

The next station is...

Lod.

Why are you jumping?

I hear sirens...

A population of 8500 in a tight ghetto...

They built a wall to divide between...

Post bail or sign up for welfare...

I created a third option

Become the first Arab rapper...

Fuck you...

Don't want no trouble, better pull over to the side...

Give me a puff.

Give it to me, man.

You ate the whole tray?

Yeah, it was a small pizza.

Bless you... Have mercy on yourself.

It didn't even fill me up. ‘

Hey, there's 2Pac!

Hey!

What's up, man?

You know, just making money.

How about you?

Making money for somebody else...

Just finished work, heading home.

So take this.

What is it?

For your brother.

-See you later. -See you.

Call me, okay?

No problem.

Give me two from underneath please.

Let go of me! Hey! Hey!

Motherfucker! Where's the walkie-talkie?

Burn it, George! Burn it, George!

Three police cars and one undercover.

Watch out!

Go, go!

Give me!

Move!

Police!

Hear the sirens... Burn it, George!

Seethe sirens... Burn it, George!

What did we do? Burn it, George!

Don't want no trouble, better pull over!

Hands up... Burn it, George!

Empty your pockets... Burn it, George!

Spread your legs... Burn it, George!

Don't want no trouble, better pull over!

Hands up... Bum it, George!

Empty your pockets... Burn it, George!

Spread your legs... Burn it, George!

I have no record, you can look it up!

Just wait and see, Yousef.

Did you see our school?

Did you see a library there?

They turned it into a police station.

The only light we see...

is the siren.

Every time I say "Mic check, record"

Cops pull me over to check my record!

Wow, powerful!

Yes, incredible.

Who's that behind you?

Mariam!

Your father sent you to find a doctor...

and you brought back a guy from Lyd?!

As if you're any better...

Sweetheart...

Go away...

Kareem, dinner is ready...

Okay.

You're coming to your parents' concert tonight, right?

I can't be bothered to face my dad, so...

I'll get back to you later?

Okay, fine.

Bye.

Kareem, Kareem...

Why are you eating all by yourself?

Bring down some food,

and I'll treat you to a special dessert.

I gotta go.

Sit down.

Finish your dinner.

I'm full.

No, you're not.

Your mother worked hard...

Show some respect. Eat.

Play something for us...

Peace be upon you,

The land of my ancestors...

Kareem!

Kareeeem!

Salvation at last.

Man! Sorry, sorry.

You kept me hanging...

You know what your problem is?

You act like a gangster, your life is full of drama...

But you don't leave the house without permission from your mama!

What's up?

Where to?

Come on!

We're going to have some fun.

Who's driving? Yousef?

- All good? - Just a second.

Everything cool?

I got you a badass Mercedes to show off.

Fuck your Mercedes! Why did you bring him?

Why did you bring him, man?

- Should I send him home? -Yes.

I can't do that.

You want trouble from the authorities?

Just relax, man. I don't have a car.

How am I supposed to find a ride at the last minute?

- We're going to have fun. - It's not my problem!

What? What?

Stop that, come here.

Aren't you late for the concert?

He calls himself a man, but he doesn't go to college...

That's fine.

He gets fired from all his new jobs...

That's fine.

He claims to be a musician, but I've never seen him practice...

That's also fine.

But to hang out with drug dealers and thugs...

Here I draw the line.

Let's go.

Talal is not a dealer....

Give him a week and he'll open a dealing station...

Come on! Hurry up!

Who's that guy in the Mercedes?

Don't tell me it's the Imam...

What do you know?

Don't be rude to your father. Talk with respect!

He started it.

Why did you...

Why did you call me, Dad?

Because I'm exhausted and I wanted you to drive us...

back from the concert.

You know you're only making it worse, right?

I know.

And now, allow me to invite to the stage...

From Lyd and for Lyd...

Tayseera and Mounir Awad.

Good evening, comrades.

We'll stand strong and things will get better, right?

Peace be upon you,

The land of my ancestors,

Where I find pleasure,

In my home and song...

Is there another bottle?

Well get more, don't worry.

We'll stop at the store...

Pour me all that's left.

Idiot.

He's got the prettiest girl in the country...

But look where he ended

With us in the brothel!

Hay!

Mad respect, bless your words...

But mention my girlfriend again and I'll fuck your mom!

Isn't that what the Jewish bitches are for?

Anyone else wants to doubt my talent?

-Talal. - What?

How much? 200 an hour?

No, it's 150.

Ask your friend for me.

The girl I got for you today... She's hot.

Sergey! What's up?

- Sweetie. - Hello...

What's up?

Go, go.

Just a second..

One second.

"Where are you, love? Your parents are amazing on stage."

At least I got laid, unlike Kareem.

He got fucked!

Guys, leave Kareem alone.

Because Kareem is a hopeless romantic...

"Look at her text message... Wow!"

What is it, my love?

Tired?

I'm okay.

Kareem.

- What? - What.

What happened?

My mom is going to live...

My dad was killed.

Bless his soul.

Where is Hussam?