The Big Dig (Te'alat Blaumilch)

25.000

"Psychiatric Sanatorium"

Hi! Open up. I've brought the milk for your customers.

Which of them is it for?

I haven't seen him, Sir. Of course I know him.

"The Mole". No, Sir. No one gets past me at the gate.

Yes, Sir. My eyes are wide open.

Right guys, let's go. - What's the rush?

"The Big Dig"

A film by Ephraim Kishon.

With Bomba Tsur Nissim Azikri.

Shraga Friedman Avner Hizkiyahu

Script and Direction: Ephraim Kishon

He's out of his mind.

Hallo, hallo!

The god-damned municipality!

Devora, Devora.

How can you sleep through a noise like that?

Devora! - What noise? They' re fixing the road.

At 5:00 in the morning?

It's him. He's doing it. It's that Zigler of yours!

"Tel-Aviv Municipality Road Works"

Pop, you' re starting again.

My daughter is engaged to a city hall clerk, and I have to

suffer from a pneumatic drill at - 5:00 in the morning.

It's now 5: 10 and Yechezkial is not responsible.

But he'll mix in. - That's for sure. Who needs him!

I'll see to this myself. Pop!

Hey! Don't we have any rights? - You'll get cold Pop.

Would you wake up the mayor at 5:00 in the morning?

I know your sort Bud.

Nothing matters, only salary over-time and strikes.

You' re quite right Mr. Zuckerman.

I don't need your approval, Doctor Gilor.

Pop, put on your... - Leave me alone.

Stop shouting! People are sleeping.

What's up? You wanna wake up the whole street?

The cop's right. If they' re fixing the road,

it means the road needs fixing. So, please.

Means? I'll tell you what it means lady.

Pop, put this on. - I don't want it!

Pop, you must. It means the elections are close.

What do you think, that I'm a child?

Excuse me, what's going on?

Are you happy Bud? Are you deaf?

Put up a road block, man, so they don't get in the way.

You don't know our customers?

Just a minute.

Say, cop, are you going to go on helping him?

I'll write to the papers. - Can we have some order here.

Order? I, personally, Menachem Zuckerman,

demand order! Pop, it's enough already really.

I'm a tax payer. I'm your boss.

My boss is Precinct Captain Lefkovitz and don't be cheeky.

Mrs. Kalanyot, not before 8:00.

Get on with it, big head.

Very nice. Mad woman.

Watch the road block.

Idiot! Move the compressor.

Say, you wanna hit the cable?

Have they gone mad, closing the busiest road in town?

Sir, I'm not an engineer. I'm just a cop on the beat.

Do a reverse. - Where to? - Reverse backwards.

Where am I supposed to reverse to?

Don't hoot in my ear! You dumb donkey you.

Call me a donkey? You greasy slime-ball.

Don't start with me... I've got a buddy who...

You piece of garbage. You can't talk to me like that.

Just a minute. Just one minute.

Why are you mixing in? What do you want of me?

Half an hour I've been looking for you. Two thugs over there.

I beat 'em up a bit. See that one? Hit ' im with a ticket

for stopping in a built up area. - Who them? - Go and see.

Do up the button. You' re untidy.

Hallo!

Reverse. They' re fixing the road. - Don't want to.

Hey, what the hell are you doing there?

Where do think you' re going?

Q U I E T!

Someone's pinched my wheel.

What are you waiting for? Move!

Where are the cops? - I'll soon show you where.

Go on. You as well.

It's scandalous!

Your papers, please.

Move!

Ignore the red lights. Move yourself.

Run down the cop. Run him over.

Sir? Straighten your hat.

Control 1. Control 1!

This is Police Sergeant - 201207 on Allenby Street

Help! Over!

Good morning, Mr. Mayor. Good morning Mr. Kosleh.

Drive, instead of reading the paper. - We' re off.

Idiot! What's going on? - They closed Allenby St.

Who closed it? - It wasn't me, Sir.

The Chief of Police.

He's out again. How come? Chief Lefkovitz?

He's out? When's he back? No, I'm busy this evening.

Hallo? Yes, Mr. Mayor? Chief Lefkovitz for you.

Hallo? - Lefkovitz. - What's going on, Sir.

Hundreds of cars are stuck and the cops do nothing.

Well, really. Perhaps you'll explain to me Mr. Kosleh

how did they open up Allenby without telling the police?

Dr. Koybeshevsky's dept. Didn't tell me anything.

Now, we know just what we' re talking about, Lefkovitz.

The municipal coalition has a bad smell, does it?

The mayor will have a little talk with you about that, Sir.

Hey, shorty, you here again? They' re opening the road...

Is this how they run the city?

This is a police force, this?

Instead of saluting, do something.

Now that's a commanding officer, my friend.

"Dr. A. Koybeshevsky. Director of Road Works"

Where is he? - He's not back yet from Jerusalem.

You' re fired.

What a beautiful intersection.

If I wasn't so dedicated to the city road works department,

I'd turn this old road into a main highway.

Are you listening to me, honey? - A highway?

The place is largely a provincial backwater.

Zeevik Sholtheiss, Ministry of Progress.

What a time-waster, Zigler! How long will it take?

Just one moment, Dr. Koybeshevsky.

Oy Zigler, to fall into your hands!

So, can we go yet? - I've finished. Let's go.

Go! - Zigler, don't dirty the upholstery, OK?

We'll get to the office late. What's the time?

To hell with it Doc. I swear by my children's happiness,

that there wasn't anything to fix on Allenby Street.

Yes, but these are not children. -Of course not.

That's true, Mrs. Nazima, the mayor is one party.

The Minister of Transport is the other. Add the elections.

Oh dear. Zigler's here. You get repairs to the road.

You get my meaning? - No. - No?

I can't work like this.

Have mercy!

You carry on, friend. You' re working for our city.

You' re working for us, for all of us in our city.

So try, Mr. Zukerman. It's my wife's watch.

She's due this evening. She's been away for 3 months.

- 3 months? So I guess you aren't gong out tonight, hey?

Pop! I have to call Yechezkiel in City Hall.

Well, he's got great influence in his department.

You'll see. One day he'll surprise you. - Surprise?

Don't move. Your head is all open. - Water!

Excuse me. Do you also do repairs at home?

I live over there, and by me the tap is so...

Don't bother.

Children, take care.

Don't get too close.

Kids don't disturb the nice man. Amir, you can't do that.

I have to talk to Koybeshevsky at this very minute!

Otherwise I'll explode. - Please.

Dr. Avigdor Koybeshevsky, you are a municipal disaster.

Welcome, Dr. Koybeshevsky. How are you? - Thank you.

You look good. Tanned. - Thank you, Sir.

Be seated. Be seated.

Dr. Koybeshevsky, -Yes? You are a municipal disaster.

You' re going to cost me my job.

Since when do roads get opened up before elections?

All the city roads are full of potholes, cracks and puddles

but Dr. Koybeshevsky has to choose to fix Allenby.

But Mr. Mayor... - I haven't finished!

This is not a simple matter, Avigdor.

The party gives the job, the party can also take it away.

I'm surrounded by...

One more scandal and by my life,

I'll bust your ass!

Mr. Mayor, if my loyalty over the years

is in any way, in question,

then nothing is left, but for me to tender my resignation.

Oh yes? - But I shall not do so.

The repairs on Allenby are of the utmost urgency and

could not be delayed, not even for one more day.

The mayor has noted your comments Dr. Koybeshevsky.

We trust that you are in control of the situation.

All work in my department is administered by me

and is under my personal supervision, Mr. Koslah.

Gentlemen, I accept full responsibility.

Bravo, you were very good.

Are they opening up Allenby? - Who says they' re opening it?

Did I ask anyone to open Allenby?

Dr. Koybeshevsky, I don't know. - Zigler, the truth!

Really! On my life. - Tea? - With brandy. A lot of brandy.

Not bad. Zigler, I think that the Ministry has a hand in this.

It's that Sholtheiss of yours who's mixing it again.

Don't disturb me now. I'm beginning to see it all.

Vote hunting, eh?

Sholtheiss wants to show that it isn't City Hall that cares,

but him and his Ministry of Progress. That's it! - Yes.

Now I'll show that ratbag.

Get me the Ministry of Progress. Road Works Dept.

You should listen to this. Sholtheiss?

Yes, my dear friend.

I have nothing to say to you.

Dr. Koybeshevsky goes out of his mind before elections.

He usually has sweaty hands.

I wish to dictate a letter.

"Mr. Z. Sholtheiss, Director of Road Works"