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I do this laundry and ironing to bring food on the table.

While my late husband was alive, I never had to work, you know?

Now that he passed, I have no choice.

With David, Matilda, who else would take care of them

if not me?

That sounds hard.

Victoria, can I ask you for something?

Uh, but if it's… inconvenient--

Don't be shy. Tell me what it is.

Over there, Mercada makes a face every time my underwear needs washing.

-So, I thought, maybe-- -By all means! Needless to ask.

I haven't said what it is yet.

From now on, I want you to bring me all of your laundry.

And I'm mad at you for not asking me sooner.

I already wash and iron for most of my neighbors.

Why wouldn't I do it for you too?

Thanks.

Ouch!

-Show me. -Ah…

-It burns. -Do you have any ice?

-No, I'm used to it. I'll be all right. -Wait.

Give me your hand.

That's it.

Leave it like that for a few minutes.

Thank you.

Stop.

Rest a little.

I'll do it.

Where did you learn to iron like that?

From you.

Watching you.

What's so interesting about watching me iron?

It wasn't watching you iron that was interesting.

It's been years since a man last looked at me, Ephraim.

Because you're home all day, Victoria, with your laundry.

You have to take care of yourself. You're still young… and beautiful.

-Would you like something to eat or drink? -No, you don't have to, really.

I do. I do have to. You're doing all the work, you deserve it.

Come. Let's get inside.

I'll make you some food,

without Mercada checking how much you have.

Hmm…

-Where's Ephraim? -I don't know. I was also looking for him.

-Do you miss him that much? -Uh, no, no, I don't miss him at all.

We're all better this way.

Uncle Ephraim is at Matilda's mom's house.

-How do you know that, sweetie? -I know it.

I saw Uncle Ephraim and Matilda's mom together.

When did you see that?

While I was playing in the backyard.

Eat your dinner.

-Ephraim, stop it. -You're so beautiful, Victoria.

And the way you smell…

-Wait, my children. -They're asleep.

Come on. Well?

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

Ephraim.

Good evening, Gavriel. Why aren't you sleeping?

Sit.

My little Luna told me you were at Victoria's.

Your daughter sounds like an old woman.

Yes, I ate dinner at Victoria's.

Luna's a kid, but one of the smartest, you know.

And she shouldn't see her uncle go to her neighbor's

and spend time, just the two of them.

We were never alone. We ate with Victoria's children.

Her children went to bed way earlier.

Victoria is sad. She's a widow.

-Mm. -She's poor and alone all the time.

-I gave her a little company. -What matters is what other people see.

What children may see, and what Luna may see.

You're right.

You're absolutely right, because…

…when you're in Beirut, Luna can't see what you do there.

She doesn't know why rich grown-up people go to Beirut--

I only travel to Beirut in order to buy supplies.

I know you want me to leave, Gavriel,

but I'm staying here for Rosa.

So she has someone to talk to, and she tells me everything.

My love for Rosa is very strong,

but yours is not.

You've turned my sister into a doormat

who cleans, cooks, and bears your children for you, and why?

Because she was poor and orphaned?

What have you achieved in life, Gavriel?

You came into money, never had to sweat blood.

Who forced you to marry my sister?

Answer me, Gavriel. Did anyone force you to marry Rosa?

You'll tell Luna her Uncle Ephraim is a good man.

When he sees a poor widow, sad and broken-hearted,

he cares and he wants to help,

because it hurts him to see people suffering.

Which can't be said for her dad.

Good night to you, Mr. Gavriel Armoza.

Rachelika.

How are you?

I'm doing well, and you?

Not great, actually.

What's wrong?

They kicked me out.

I mean, Hanan.

-'Cause of what I gave you? -That's right.

And because I had you join us.

Well, Tzachi, I'm really sorry. I didn't want it to go this way.

Would you like to hang out?

What for? I already gave you the gun.

Come on.

I enjoy being with you.

You know?

Hey, you said that there was a dress that would look good on me, right?

Who is it?

"Nobody, come on," or someone new?

The nobody.

He's suddenly become very nice.

He was waiting outside my school, and he said he wanted to meet.

Good. So he deserves to go out with a beauty.

Well, I'm not sure that's…

-No, he said he just wants to talk. -Did you want him to say he's in love?

He's a boy.

Wear these.

Are you crazy? I can't take one step in those.

Rachelika, when will you learn to just do as I say without arguing?

-I almost fell. -You okay?

Uh, y-- yes.

I don't know why you're wearing these shoes, honestly.

They really don't look comfortable.

Come on, let's sit here for a bit.

You all right?

-Yeah? You sure? -Yes. Yes, yes.

Oh, I meant to ask you…

is this girl your sister?

Mm, it's my older sister. Where'd you get it?

An Arab kiosk was selling her photo. Many guys were buying it.

Wow, you two don't look alike.

I mean that her… Compared to your face, uh…

Is she a model or something?

Uh, she likes clothes and fashion magazines,

and taking pictures.

Mm-hmm.

Tzachi, when you said you wanted to meet, was it after you'd bought that photo?

Is she dating anyone right now?

Luna?

Hey.

-Hello. -You know I'm Luna?

Well, you are famous.

Some say you're the prettiest girl in all Jerusalem.

Just Jerusalem?

-I tried to talk to you, but I didn't… -You don't know me.

I do know you.

Kind of. Sometimes, I hang out here and look at you working in the shop.

Listen, I gotta work.

Yes, listen… Look, I got you this little gift.

What's that?

See. I hope you'll enjoy it.

How did you know I love this magazine?

Could say that I just know you… Luna.

Yet, we're meeting for the first time.

It's… It's their latest issue, right?

-It's expensive! -Meh.

BEAUTIFUL LADY

And your name is?

Tzachi.

Nice meeting you.

Are you going out?

No, I'm going to sleep.

But if I happen to dream I'm at a ball in Paris,

I wanna look good.

Can you answer me without annoying me for once?

Yes, Rachelika, I'm going out.

What's wrong? Lately, your face looks like a donkey's.

-Aren't you gonna ask who it's with? -No.

Now I also have a nobody.

Is it someone I know?

No. It's someone new.

-What about your nobody? -I got tired of him, so I let him go.

That's all right, another nobody will come along.

-You wanna hear how we met? -No.

He was waiting outside the store, and guess what he bought me.

I don't know.

BEAUTIFUL LADY

What's that?

It's the best fashion magazine.

It's this month's. He doesn't even know me.

How did he know it's what I love more than anything?

When a man brings you something you really want,

that means he could feel you right away.

Those men are rare.

How do I look?

All right.

All right? That's it?

And how about this?

And like this? Like this?

-Like this? -Stop it!

Is it so hard for you to be happy for me?

You dated your nobody, and I spent hours dressing you up.

And what do you do, Tzachi?

It's a secret.

Really?

I promise not to tell anyone.

I help smuggle immigrants into Palestine.

By yourself?

No.

I'm with the Haganah.

For real?

-I was in Etzel too. -Isn't Etzel better?

Not at all.

When I left, they begged me not to leave.

And it's dangerous.

'Cause the British…

Hello, Itamar.

This is Itamar.

Are you here alone?

Now I'm not.

-Tzachi was telling me he was a part of-- -I told you, it's a secret.

-Oh, yeah? What did you tell her? -I didn't say anything.

Do you mind if I invite your girlfriend to dance, if she's in the mood?

You don't need to ask for his permission.

Ooh!

Your hair looks nice like that.

Thank you.

The color you put on your face is also nice.

-It looks great on her, right? -Yes, it does.

And you even smell like eau de cologne.

What do you want, Mercada?

Do you know where we could find Ephraim?

No… no idea.

Lately, he hasn't been coming to dinner.

You're beating around the bush, and I don't like it.

Why don't you ask your question directly?

Listen, Victoria…

I'm a widow as well. I am like you, with no husband.

But I have my son. I have my daughter-in-law.

I have my two granddaughters, God bless them.

And most importantly, I have my honor as well.

And now, you too, you have David, you have Matilda--

You keep on talking and talking. Tell me what you want.

I need to talk to you about Ephraim.

Do you also need to talk to me about Ephraim?

If I'm making a mistake…

if I am… misunderstanding anything,

I'd like to apologize now, in advance, I'm sorry.

You are not at all.

Mercada, you're smart.

Ephraim sleeps with me, most nights.

Good thing the children cannot hear you talking right now.

Listen to me, Mercada.

Those things you just flattered me about,

eau de cologne, nice hair, color,

what's the point if there's no man there, to smell it, to touch it?

Ephraim's a man, he's allowed.

But you're a woman. What about your reputation? Your honor?

How come love and honor can't go together?

Is this love? Come on, Victoria. Is this love?

-We all know exactly what men want. -Ephraim's here for me.

Doing stuff around my house.

He sits with me, talks to me. He even helps with the laundry.

David and Matilda don't remember they used to have an abba.

Did he talk about marrying you?

God shall know what the future holds for me.

Has he mentioned this to you, Rosa?

No, never.

The eau de cologne that you were smelling, well, Ephraim got it.

-And why's that? Was it your birthday? -No.

A man in love needs no reason.

Listen, I'm still young.

If my husband were still alive, I'd have more children, three or four.

You're not a child, Victoria, and Ephraim is not either.

I don't care.

Ephraim is man enough to marry me and be my husband.

Sara, our mother, had Isaac when she was 90.

Why are you so quiet?

-You've got nothing to say? -Why would that matter anyway?

It does matter. She raised Ephraim. She's like a mother to him.

Victoria, I'll just ask you to do one thing.

Until you make up your mind and clarify this with Ephraim,

I do not want Gavriel to find out that…

If he finds out, then may God save us all.

Gavriel won't hear a word from my mouth. If you two don't talk, he won't find out.

When a man is attracted to a woman,

his head goes half-crazy.

And when a woman's attracted to a man,

her entire head goes crazy.

Pathetic.

Rosa!

You're still young, Ephraim.

You and Gavriel married at the right age, properly.

Are you happy with him?

Before coming here, I lived like a nomad, sleeping here and there.

But there's a God in the sky, and he sent me Victoria.

He also sent David and Matilda along with her.

You'll have to find a job and support them.

And you think I can't do it?

I just think that…

I'd really like you to ponder everything first

and then make a decision.

Who knows? You could meet a woman as young as you are.

-With no kids. -I haven't decided yet.

Careful with her, Ephraim.

She's a widow. She's poor, you know it.

And she's a good woman.

Remember, you're my brother.

All of your actions impact my honor and my family.

Delicious.

Enjoy, my love.

You're so beautiful.

-Rosa. -Hmm?

-Rosa! -What? What's wrong?

Where's Ephraim?

-He's sleeping in the cellar. -Then what's this noise?

Victoria!

Where are you going?

-I'm going to kill your brother. -Gavriel, basta. Stay here, Gavriel!

She has two children, and I knew her late husband.

He was a good man, and she's dishonoring his name.

And she's dishonoring our name too.

All the neighbors can hear the noise they're making.

Now go see if it woke up the girls.

There you go. You see that?

What's going on?

-What's going on? You heard that. -What do you mean?

What made you fall out of bed in the middle of the night?

-Do you know what he's talking about? -I have no idea what he's talking about.

Come on, didn't we both just hear the noise from your brother,

and how he was pounding so hard on Victoria?

You're both lying to me.

My mom and my wife are both lying to me!

-No! You're not going anywhere. -Leave me alone.

-Gavriel, that's enough. -Leave me alone.

You are dishonoring us! Gavriel!

What's this?

What's this? What are you doing here?

We heard you shouting about wanting to come over,

so here we are.

What's up?

Yes, so how about we all go back to bed now, maybe tomorrow--

No, no.

Show them, Victoria.

Come on, show them.

Now tell them who put that on your finger.

Ephraim.

-When he proposed to me earlier tonight. -And what was your response, Victoria?

Everyone heard her reply, all over Jerusalem.

You'll be Victoria's sister-in-law, Rosa.

You'll be Gavriel's sister-in-law. We'll all be one big family, right?

And you thought he'd end up going away.

Well, who would have guessed they'd do like Jacob and Rachel?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Go on, Gavriel, bring a bottle! Let's celebrate!

Ah, and bring a little food too, Gavriel.

Enough, Ephraim.

Good night.

-Have a good night. -Have a good night.

Argh! Leave me alone!

Wow! I can't believe you bought me another one!

My sister will be here soon. I'll show her.

-Here? -Yes, Rachelika.

-I just can't wait for you to meet her. -I'd love to meet her, but I have to go.

But you just got here though.

Immigrants coming to the Tel Aviv shore, I have to be there.

See you later.

-Did you see him? -Who?

-My boyfriend, he just left a second ago. -No.

He brought me another one.

Say, did Tzachi tell you anything else about Etzel?

What did you say?

I asked if he told you--

No, you asked if "Tzachi" told me. I never told you his name was Tzachi.

-You said his name was Tzachi. -No, I didn't.

-You said. -I called him "nobody."

I said he was my boyfriend.

Your nobody and my nobody…

they're the same nobody.

What?

It's the same guy, it's Tzachi. He used me to get to know you.

So, me liking magazines and dresses--

I told him that,

right after he showed me a photo of you and asked if you were single.

What a bastard!

What a bastard!

-I don't want anything from that loser! -Don't! Why waste it?

You're right. It's not the magazine's fault.

-Sorry I spoiled it for you, Luna. -Spoiled?

He is going to regret the day that he met you… and me.

It's 25 to eight.

Well, Tzachi, I bet you got confused.

I'm not confused. I told them seven o'clock.

Well, they're late then.

-You know what to do. Remember? -Mm-hmm.

Wow, such handsome men!

-And? What about your friend? -Important thing is I'm here, isn't it?

So how are you?

I'm all right.

Uh… your boyfriend seems a little upset, doesn't he?

Yes, I think you've sat in the wrong place.

Why's that? This way, you can look at me the whole time.

Don't worry, my friend will come.

She's just… She's worse than I am.

It takes her hours to get ready, and she's coming from far away.

Oh, may I?

Empty.

Tzachi…

I can go get you one.

No, I would like Tzachi to get it.

Rachelika?

-What's this? What are you doing here? -I told you she'd get here.

Rachelika, sit.

Stay.

You-- You wanted a soda, didn't you?

Tzachi… stay.

This is Rachelika, my sister. That's Itamar, and this is…

You two have already met, right?

Tzachi?

You're so quiet all of a sudden.

That big mouth just swallowed his tongue.

And also says things he's not allowed to say.

-Rachelika. -Tzachi said to me he was part of Etzel.

And that he left them, although they begged him to stay.

He also said Etzel is causing us trouble with the British.

Tzachi,

we should have a quick conversation, just the two of us.

Girls, excuse us for a second.

Tzachi.

Come on. Move it!

Listen to me, all right?

I don't know what you did with Rachelika, but I think you deserve this one, man!

And this one!

Are you crazy, Tzachi?

Did you forget you should never share this with anyone? Huh?

-But I'm not with you anymore. -And now what?

Now you think you can just brag around? Tzachi, you know a lot of things about us.

If the British find out, they'll arrest and question you,

and then crush you like a bug.

You piece of shit.

That one was for lying and claiming we begged you to stay.

Get out of my way.

You know what? The night is still young, right?

I'd like you to suffer a bit longer.

Let's go see the girls, huh?

Come.

Come with me, Tzachi.

Guys…What were we up to?

You wanted a soda. Any flavor?

Yes, cranberry.

Why are you at this table?

Itamar forced me.

Get out of here, Tzachi.

Now.

What's wrong, Gavriel? Why aren't you coming home now?

You know why.

Just close the shop and let's get out of here.

I'll go home later.

So you're gonna live in the shop? What's bugging you?

Once he marries Victoria, he will go live with her.

Yes… and then he'll be in and out of our house constantly!

He'll just help himself whenever he needs something.

-And we'll have another family to feed! -He'll find a job eventually.

Ephraim?

Ephraim will find a job? Are we both talking about the same man?

And Luna and Rachelika…

what will they learn from their uncle around our house?

Do you really think he loves Victoria,

taking care of her like that, a widow with two children?

I don't know, Gavriel.

Love is…

…something that an outside person will never understand.

Just like I wouldn't have imagined my son falling in love with an Ashkenazi bitch.

-And canceling-- -Stop talking about her like that!

Gavriel, you talk about Victoria the same way,

because she sleeps with Ephraim even though they're not married.

But you did the same thing. You brought your Ashkenazi here at night.

That's why your poor father, bless--

No!

Is this why you're here? To kill me one more time?

-Lieto said we're running out of supplies. -We're out of nothing.

We are.

Olives, halvah, and almonds--

We're not running out. We'll get more in Yaffo.

Why are you bringing this up?

In Yaffo, prices are higher. And the supplies are better in Beirut.

When did you last go there, Gavriel?

You don't like me going there too often.

I like that you go there when it's needed.

And now, it's needed.

Go to Beirut.

Get some supplies for the shop, and relax, get some rest.

And Rosa, Mom?

-What will she say? -I'll take care of Rosa.

Shalom.

Why did you come?

I came to get myself a dress.

A dress to wear at home or something fancy?

Uh…

Casual? To wear at home?

I think I have one that you will like.

You're wearing the same dress.

So you don't need to try it on, you can just look at me.

Mm.

I can't stop looking.

You know what? I would really like to try it on.

Where could I try it on?

Not possible. Our fitting room is only for women.

Then choose when and where.

You name it.

Hello?

With whom am I speaking?

With Lieutenant James Brown of His Majesty's Royal Army.

-Who are you? -It doesn't matter.

We have to talk.

WANTED: EPHRAIM SITON, 300 POUND REWARD

Sit.

Listen, chap,

every week, 20 madmen come in

and tell us they know where Ephraim Siton is.

Three hundred pounds is quite a lot of money.

What's your name?

Tzachi.

Tzachi Toledano.

Why should I believe you?

I was a member in the Etzel.

When was the last time you saw him?

-A few weeks ago. -Where?

He changed his location like a thousand times since then.

But…

I have the name of someone who meets him a lot…

someone Ephraim Siton trusts.

Give me the name of that someone,

and I'll make sure you get an advance on the reward.

-You'll get the rest when we get Siton. -The money doesn't interest me.

-Then why are you here? -Itamar.

Itamar Ben Moshe.

This is his girl.

She works in a clothes shop on Agripas Street.

A shop called Zacks.

He took her from you?

What?

They don't call him Ephraim Siton in Etzel.

I know what his name is there. The big question is whether you do.

Hanan.

They call him Hanan.

You can leave.

No earrings on, I'm glad.

-Wait, what's wrong? -I don't like the taste.

-What? -What did you put on your lips?

-Uh, it's lipstick. -You ever tasted lipstick?

-Yes, every time I put it on me. -Do you like how it tastes?

It's not supposed to taste good, just to look pretty.

It doesn't.

Now you look pretty.

And you taste very good too.

Is there anything I wear that you enjoy?

The less you put on or wear, the more I see Luna.

Should I just undress?

Every time I see you, you're wearing, um… a nice dress, or even a new pair of shoes.

Why do that?

Hang on, should I dress the same way every day?

It's like you're changing costumes all the time.

Then, you know, next time we go out,

just come over before and tell me what to put on.

There's no reason to get angry.

No matter what I put on, no matter what I wear,

you never like it, right?

Or maybe you just don't like me actually.

Listen, Itamar, all… all…

the shoes and dresses, the clothes and jewelry,

it's all me.

Don't talk to me about costumes.

You're the one full of secrets and never says anything.

Luna.