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Matilda.

Matilda.

Open up!

Luna… Luna!

Luna, Luna. What happened?

What happened? What…

What happened?

There was a blast at the club.

-A terrorist. -What?

Which club?

Are you okay, Luna? Luna, are you okay?

Thank God, your daughter's fine.

Just terrified.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

-Matilda… -What happened to Matilda?

Matilda…

-What happened to her? -Luna, you hurt?

-Just tell me what happened. -You okay?

Wait, this makes no sense! What happened to her?

Rosa.

-Rosa…Listen to this officer. -What happened?

Matilda Franco…

-This is her mother, yes? -Yes.

-But-- but what's going on with Matilda? -What happened to her?

There was a huge explosion at the club.

Matilda was killed.

Rosa, that's nonsense!

What is he talking about?!

That's… nonsense!

-Gavriel, she'll listen to you. -Listen to what?

Listen to what?!

Listen to what?! What happened to Matilda?

Your brother, Ephraim Siton,

when was the last time you saw him?

A few days ago.

Was it before the explosion that killed Matilda Franco

or after?

Before. Um…

He was here, um, a week ago.

Maybe more.

Do you have any idea where he is now?

No.

I don't know.

I swear on my children, I don't know.

How is your daughter?

She's okay.

If you hear from your brother, inform me immediately.

If not, you will be guilty of assisting a terrorist

wanted for the murder of six people.

That's fine.

The murder of six people.

And why does he think Ephraim could be involved?

Are you sure that he's not?

Matilda!

What are you doing here?!

How did you dare come here now?!

She is dead because of you!

This is your fault!

You know we loved Matilda, all of us.

And you love your brother too, don't you?

You are his elder sister!

You're like a mother to him! You didn't stop him! Why?!

I cannot wait for the British to capture him,

and when they hang him, I will give away candy all over Jerusalem!

And don't you dare come to the funeral!

Neither you nor your family!

Let's go home now.

-No. -Hey, Luna, no.

-Didn't you hear what her-- -Leave me alone!

Tell her this is not the time to embarrass us.

Luna, Luna, Luna…

There is no greater sorrow than the sorrow of a mother who has lost her daughter.

We all need to respect that.

Come here. Come, come, sweetheart.

Come. There, there.

It's okay.

I don't want you to go, my little girl.

Babies often die in Jerusalem, Rosa.

We need to accept it.

And now God called our baby Raphael to his side, and took him from us.

But your husband and Luna are here, and thank God, they're healthy.

But you're not eating.

You're getting weak.

The men in our family, the Armozas, are all as strong as pine trees.

As strong as my Raphael was, God bless his soul.

And as strong as Gavriel is, may God bless him.

We, the women, are the water that they need.

And trees cannot live without water, you know that, Rosa.

You need to be here to help Gavriel. He needs you just like a tree needs water.

-No, he doesn't need me. -Yes, he does.

He needs you because you're his wife.

Mercada…

Raphael… loved you?

He and I lived together for more than 20 years.

That was not my question.

Look at our house… and our shop.

We always had all that we needed. Everyone respects our family--

-Was it love? -Rosa, you know how men are.

Men will love you deep in their heart, but won't always show their emotions.

So I'd like to tell you something you were not aware of.

That was before Gavriel and I got married,

back when I was cleaning your shop, you remember?

One night, I walked into the shop…

and they were there.

Gavriel and that Ashkenazi.

What's the point in telling me this now?

-She was beautiful-- -Enough, Rosa, stop it. That's enough.

-Know what I saw? -What's wrong with you?

I'm talking to you about baby Raphael, and asking you to stay strong for Gavriel,

and you'd rather tell me about that Ashkenazi--

There, I saw love.

I wish I ever felt love that passionate.

Passionate.

That passion and that love

your son had in his eyes with that Ashkenazi.

Have a good one.

Want some soup?

Have a good one.

Rochel, is everything all right?

It looks like you're holding up the whole line.

-Everything's all right. -Good, good.

Are you okay, Luna?

No.

I hadn't seen Matilda much lately.

But every time I'd see her, she'd tell me you two were good friends.

She'd talk a lot about you as well.

She loved you so much.

She would help my mother a lot.

She'd give her most of her money.

And she'd also pay for my boarding school.

Once shiva is over, will you go back to school?

No.

Now that Matilda's not…

I'll find a job.

Remember when you used to play "jungle"?

Of course.

You and I would wait for Matilda to come our way, and roar so loud,

and then we'd go hide.

How did we name this "jungle," actually?

I think that was your idea.

Yeah, it could be.

When I was about six or seven,

I was afraid that a lion might come out of my closet.

Ephraim! Oh goodness!

Come inside, hurry, before anyone sees you.

The British came looking for you, asked us all sorts of questions.

-What did you tell them? -Shh…

Gavriel is sleeping. An officer was asking about you.

I told him I had no idea where you are.

Are you the one who placed that bomb in that club?

Answer me.

Listen, sis, if you don't know, you can't tell them.

-Where are you living? -I'm roaming around town.

Listen to me, sweetie. You and I only have each other.

I'm here for you, and you're here for me.

You're all that I've got, my dear.

-You need some money? -Yes.

What are you doing here?

I'm here 'cause I need help. We're family, aren't we?

Helping you means going to prison. Is that what you want?

You want to have your sister imprisoned by the British?

If you don't tell the British, they won't know.

What is that?

You'd do the same if you had a brother that needed help.

Thank you, Rosa.

Be safe, Ephraim.

-A kiss for Uncle Ephraim? -Stay away from my daughter.

Shh…

Ephraim Siton, we know you're in there!

The house is completely surrounded by soldiers from His Majesty's Army!

If you want to save your life, and the lives of your family members,

come out with your hands up now!

Ephraim…

One more move and you'll be the first to die.

Ephraim…

For the love of God, not in front of my daughters, Ephraim.

Ephraim, put it down.

We've got machine guns lined up at the front of your house, Ephraim!

Ephraim…

If you don't come out in precisely 20 seconds,

we will start shooting!

Warning shot!

Fire!

Mom, what was that?!

Just stay in your room, Rachelika!

Abba, come here, please!

Coming, Becky!

Luna…

are you okay?

-Did you hear me? -Yes, Abba.

Aim back at the house! Three!

Two! One!

I'm coming out!

Cease fire!

Turn around!

What will you do to him?

Go inside now,

and be grateful I'm not arresting you for harboring a terrorist.

-Arrest me. -Get inside the house, Rosa.

-Take me. -Rosa, go back home!

Arrest me! Take me!

Take me!

Arrest me!

I'll be giving away a lot of candy tomorrow.

Listen,

someone needs to go to Yaffo for supplies.

Rosa's not well, in bed all day, and I have to take care of Luna.

So you need me to go to Yaffo?

Uh, no.

I need to tell you something,

but I want you to promise me that you'll never tell this to anyone.

Do I have your word or not?

You are talking to Lieto,

not Matzliach.

I need you to visit the charity that's in Mea She'arim,

and you'll ask to meet with Kalman Leibowitz, the director.

Tell him you come on behalf of the donor who supplies gourmet foods to the charity.

You're donating to the Ashkenazi?

You'll sit down with Kalman Leibowitz. Is that clear?

Now here's what you'll say. Pay attention.

Ay…

Your husband is in Yaffo until tomorrow.

Meet me this evening at my shop.

Leave your house when everyone goes to pray Arvit.

Rosa!

Rosa!

Aw, baby, you're okay.

Shh…

Uriah the Hittite.

What?

You did to my husband what King David did to Uriah the Hittite.

Uriah the Hittite died in battle.

Your husband is safe and sound.

And…

…you're far more beautiful than Bathsheba.

I heard that you have a little girl now.

Yes.

Luna.

How'd you find out?

A little bird told me.

And you have no kids?

-A little bird told me. -Well, Kalman does.

Two. They're married. They don't live with us.

You don't wanna have children?

I do, of course.

But I guess God is punishing me.

For what?

For what happened.

And what's happening now.

Rochel,

this is something you can't control.

And I can't either.

If God didn't want this, we wouldn't be here now.

Why did you disappear?

What?

When we first met.

When you still had no kid, when you hadn't met your wife,

and me and Kalman…

You told me not to run away from you.

You promised me that you and I would get married.

I've been stupid, Rochel.

And weak.

From now on…

I'd rather die than be without you.

Rochel… I'm begging you…

forgive me.

I hate you so much right now.

I've hated you for so long.

Good morning, Mercada.

Mustafa… in the back.

Gavriel went out?

No… He hasn't shown up today.

Where are all those bags coming from?

From Yaffo.

It's been a while since Gavriel went there.

You're here with Matzliach, so who got them, the Prophet Elijah?

Gavriel made me promise not to tell.

Ah.

You do you remember who hired you in the first place?

Raphael did, God bless his soul.

And who spoke to Raphael, and told him to hire you?

You did, may God bless you.

And as I got you hired in here, I could get you fired.

The man who brings in…

those bags from Yaffo…

goes by the name of Kalman.

Who's Kalman?

From the charity in Mea She'arim.

That's where Gavriel keeps donating.

-The Ashkenazis? -Mm-hmm.

That's why he asks Kalman to go to Yaffo.

Kalman doesn't pay for the travel or hotel, Gavriel does.

That doesn't make sense.

That Kalman is an… an old man.

He's as fat as… an elephant!

The other day, I ran into his wife.

She's as gorgeous as a sunshine.

Ich liebe dich.

Wait… no?

-Isn't it the Yiddish for "I love you"? -Almost.

Ah, come on, teach me.

Chom dich liebe.

Hob dich liebe?

Chom dich liebe.

Isn't it the one you were wearing when we first met?

It is.

Heaven.

Will you keep sending Kalman to Yaffo?

-Why? Did he say something? -No.

No, he loves it. He loves going there. He thinks it's a good deed.

-When he finds out-- -He won't find out.

He will.

In my community, no one keeps secrets.

In mine, we keep our mouths shut.

Our honor is all that matters to us.

And your wife?

She's not well.

Spends her days in bed.

And who's taking care of Luna?

My mom is.

So am I.

I'm very busy.

I also…

…change her diapers sometimes.

-Do you really? -Yes.

When did you learn that?

She…

She's always smiling at me.

Do you really love her?

Rochel…

my wife is very ill.

She…

-I don't know, maybe she-- -You must not think about that.

You must not, Gavriel. It's a sin.

You're right.

An old friend of mine, her name is Sophie…

she also lost her baby.

And just like you,

after he died, she just stayed in bed and wanted to do nothing.

Well, guess how she ended up?

She was placed in a madhouse.

They'd put her in tubs with ice-cold water, every day.

Do you wanna end up like her?

I have one son, Rosa.

Gave him to you so that you'd look after him,

take care of him, and give him everything he may need.

They all wanted to marry Gavriel Armoza, and you, you had no father, no mother.

You were cleaning British bathrooms, and yet, you got to marry him.

You must bear, in your womb, my grandson,

who will perpetuate the generations of Armozas.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Even when I was doing well, Gavriel didn't want me.

He didn't, and yet, we have Luna.

He didn't, and yet we had baby Raphael, God bless his soul.

It's up to you, and you know exactly what to do to make him want you.

Men have a small organ they care about.

Satisfy it, and your man will ask you for more.

And if you don't give him more, he'll leave you.

What do you want, Rosa, huh?

You think he won't be tempted by Arab whores

and get what he can't get from you?

Where is Gavriel right now?

At the shop.

He said he had some paperwork to do.

He said he'd come home late.

That's what he said.

He could be lying. I don't know.

I just went to the mikveh.

And she won't…

SWORN AFFIDAVITS

SWORN AFFIDAVITS

…even need… to show…

these documents at…

Oh, hello, Mrs. Mercada. How are you?

I'm doing well. How are you?

-I didn't sleep-- -When's the next ship for America?

For America?

America…

There will be a ship on Thursday, leaving from Yaffo for Marseille,

and then another ship from there to New York.

-Nothing earlier? -No.

Departures to America are every ten days. What's the rush?

You know Pinhas? Benjo's son?

-Benjo. -The one who lives in New York.

I heard things are going very well, he's making lots of money.

Yes, his son's bar mitzvah is soon, and he invited Gavriel and Rosa.

-And he's paying? -I am paying.

He's as stingy as he is wealthy. Here you go.

Don't show bills like that in front of everyone.

Thank you so much. I'll get your tickets ready right away.

Bashar!

Yes?

-Are you Kalman Leibowitz? -This is him.

Who are you?

I'm the mother of the man who donates food to your charity.

Nice to meet you, Madam. May God bless your righteous son.

Is there a place where we could talk in private, just you and me?

Rochel!

Every two weeks, I travel to Yaffo,

buy the supplies, spend the night there, and return on the next day.

And your righteous son, Madam, pays for everything.

I pray for Israel to be filled with people like him.

Rochel is your wife, right?

Mm…

Yes, second wife.

My first passed away, bless her, she was righteous.

No, no, let's talk about the second one.

Your wife is very beautiful.

And very young.

I have been blessed by God.

She's not a blessing, Mr. Leibowitz.

-She lives in sin. -What are you talking about?

No one ever told you the wrong things she does?

-She's a kosher Jewish woman-- -She's Jewish, yes.

But not… so kosher, though.

Your wife had already sinned with my son before you married her.

-You're not making any sense. -She's still sinning with him.

When my son sends you to Yaffo to spend the night and to buy supplies,

he meets with your wife, may God forgive him.

Get out of here now.

Get out!

-You're insulting me and my family! -Insulting myself and my family as well.

Listen carefully, Mr. Kalman.

What my son is doing is wrong. He'll be forgiven. He's a man, you know.

Now, a married wife who sees a married man…

There's a saying in my community: "Shame drowns with lots of water."

From here to Brooklyn…

there's plenty of water.

What Brooklyn?

There is a ship leaving for America. These are the tickets for Thursday.

You and your wife will leave Jerusalem and never come back.

Otherwise, I will tell everyone about that married woman

who's sleeping with different men, and that this tramp is your wife.

-What other men has she slept with? -Did I say that she slept with them?

What I said is that I will say that she slept with them.

I am Mercada Armoza.

When I say something, everyone in Jerusalem listens.

Rochel.

Rochel.

Rochel.

-Why did you come? -What's going on?

Leave now, Gavriel.

Why didn't you come out?

Kalman has found out.

What?

-How? -No idea.

We can't keep seeing each other.

No, no, no.

Rochel, I lived without you once, I won't let this happen again.

We are leaving.

-Where? -No idea. He didn't say a word.

-For how long? -No idea.

He didn't say when, he didn't say how.

He just told me to pack up the house and take everything.

I'll find us a way out.

-How? -Let's run away!

Don't worry about the money. I have enough. Let's go to Tel Aviv!

No one will know us there. We'll be free and alone.

-Let's do it! -Joseph the Dreamer, you sound like.

We'll be fine.

People don't worry about finding out what others are doing in Tel Aviv.

Uh, we'll stay there a few days, in a hotel room until…

Until what?

-Until what, Gavriel? -Do you love me, Rochel?

You have no idea how much.

It's all that matters.

I'll get you out of here today.

Rochel.

Here.

-Take this and leave now. -What's this for?

-So you don't forget. -I'll see you soon and get you out.

-Leave, hurry. -I love you.

Wait for me here, Rochel.

Your daughter's presence is required at the station.

Wait… What kind of station?

I don't understand.

The police station, tonight, for an inquiry.

She's a child.

Your brother isn't talking.

He's undergoing a difficult investigation, and yet, he remains silent.

But why Luna? Why my Luna?

She was at the club and left seconds before the explosion.

If you know everything, why do you need her at the station?

She will understand that once she's there.

You cannot ask her here, what you want, in our house?

I work according to the dictates of mandatory law.

Yeah right, the "mandatory law."

In that law of yours, you can do whatever you want?

Take a child from her family? She is barely 16!

If that's what is necessary to convict a terrorist,

I would bring a three-year-old to the station.

What will happen to him?

He murdered six people. Unfortunately, he can only be hanged once.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

One minute, please. Please.

My daughter… she's not well.

She's still in shock.

After what happened, I…

Please, give me some time. I'll convince her.

I will bring her to you tomorrow.

I beg you.

Tomorrow at noon, twelve o'clock precisely,

I'll be waiting for her at the station.

It is within your rights to be present at the inquiry.

Thank you, sir.

Sweetheart…

You need to get up.

I don't feel like going to school.

Fine.

How come you're letting me stay here?

That man came over last night, the British.

The guy that used to date Matilda, may she rest in peace.

Cut the "may she rest in peace." Just Matilda.

Fine.

What did he want?

They still have Ephraim… in prison.

He wants you to go there.

-Wants me to go where? -To the police.

-What? Makes no sense. -They want to ask you a few questions.

-What? -I'll be going with you.

No!

Why did you accept, tell them you're not letting me go?

I really tried, I swear.

I told him he could ask his questions right here in our house.

-He wouldn't listen. -You're my abba, do something!

I did everything I could, Luna.

What… What kind of questions?

No idea.

They do know you were there though.

-They think that I'm the one who-- -Of course not, of course not.

They'll just ask you if you saw anything that could help them.

Abba, there was a gazillion people, they should ask them!

I don't remember much. I had been drinking--

-Drinking?! Drinking what? -Is that really important, Abba?

It was the night of Purim! We were having fun!

What kind of dad are you, anyways? How can you let the police take me?

I'm not going.

You don't have a choice, Luna. I don't either.

Luna…

I'll be with you the whole time.

They'll just ask you a few questions, that's all.

And then, we'll go home.

But I'd like you…

to try your best and tell me exactly what you remember from that night.

Because that's what they'll ask you to tell them.

I don't remember a lot, Abba.

All I remember is…

…the party.

Purim and costumes.

Do you remember how you got home?

And the officer that brought you back?

A little before that.

I don't know if I should tell you this, Abba.

What?

Inside the club, right before the bomb exploded…

I saw a clown.

I think it was Uncle Ephraim.

You think it was him or are you sure?

I'm sure of it.

Where were you on the night of the explosion in the club?

You know where I was.

You were there too.

I was at the club.

At the moment of the explosion, were you inside the club?

I don't remember.

Everyone who was inside the club when the explosive detonated

was killed or wounded.

And you… are without a scratch.

So we can assume you were outside.

She told you she doesn't remember.

Luna?

I don't remember.

Matilda was the love of my life.

And you were her best friend.

All I'm asking is for you to help me find the bastard who murdered her.

I did not know there was a bomb at the club.

And I don't remember what happened. I want to go home.

-Not before you answer me. -I don't remember anything.

Come then,

I'll help you a little more.

Lee! Bring him in!

Did you see this clown… at the club

before the explosion?

I don't remember.

But you know him.

-Do you know him?! -Don't shout at my daughter!

Shut up!

Sit down!

Answer my question, Luna.

Yes, it's Uncle Ephraim.

I'm going to ask you a question, Luna.

You think very hard before you answer it.

Do you remember

seeing Uncle Ephraim…

at the club…

dressed in the costume he's wearing now?

No.

Get him out of here.

You may go.

Thank God.

I said you may go, your daughter stays here.

What do you mean?

-For how long? -I don't know.

You said they'd ask me a few questions and then we could go home.

You promised.

You said…

you were only going to ask her a few questions.

-We're leaving. -Stay exactly where you are!

-Get your hands off me! Stop! -Relax.

-Relax. -Take him away!

-Don't touch me. Let go! Let go! -Relax!

You think that you can do whatever you want?!

Even to our children?

Everything's okay. It's all right, love.

-It's all right. -Get him out of here!

You'll be okay, sweetie.

Let me go home!

Let me go home with my dad! Let me go home now! I wanna go home!

Let me go home!