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Shalom.

War has broken out in Europe.

Germany invaded Poland.

I passed by Mr. Zacks' store now.

I saw he's hired a really pretty new salesgirl.

She's prettier than all the girls in your magazines.

And he's also taken down all your photos.

Enough! Leave me alone, Rachelika!

What don't you understand?! Stop bugging me!

I'm tired of living with a corpse. Do you understand?

So go live somewhere else!

When was the last time you washed up, brushed your teeth or showered?

-At my bat mitzvah. -By the smell, I'd say much earlier.

You can sleep in the storeroom if you don't like it.

Luna, can I say something to you?

-No. -Wait, it's important.

You have one second.

-One second isn't enough. -Go on.

Becky's birthday is soon, and I thought we'd buy something for her together.

Buy whatever you like. I'll pay you half.

Becky loves this dress.

I thought we'd go to Zacks' store together and maybe they have her size.

-They don't. -You haven't been in months.

-Maybe now they do. Let's surprise her. -Go there and check.

-With you. -Never.

You want me to see the new salesgirl and her photos that Mr. Zacks hung?

Luna, there's no new salesgirls.

I was just pulling your leg.

He didn't take down your photos. He's just waiting for you to come back.

What makes you say that?

'Cause he said so.

Will you come then?

-I don't know yet. -Why does the room look like this?

Who did this?

-She did. -She did.

Who do you believe, Becky?

I don't know. You two are good liars.

I want someone to tell me right now

if they've ever seen

a more beautiful bridesmaid in their life

than this little girl in front of you.

Luna, querida mía, the bride will be jealous.

Maybe you should change so it doesn't get dirty?

No.

You're Abba's joy.

Hey, hup!

Ha! Whoop!

I want a dress like Luna's, Ima.

-You will also get a dress, Matilda. -Yay!

And you, sir, you'll get a suit. Would you like that, David?

-Thank you. -It's all right.

What do we say to Gavriel?

-Thank you. -Thank you.

When Abba buys you a suit, you'll be my groom.

That's all I would need…

for Luna to marry David Franco.

God save me.

Dry again. Are you not ashamed?

Good morning, Matzliach.

Oh!

Gavriel, how are you?

Praise the Lord.

How can I help you, Avram?

Well, I asked Lieto to set aside some Martinique chocolate.

Of course, of course, of course. And good thing you did.

There's only one left, and we don't know when we'll have them again.

So, it's actually my little one's birthday today,

and she asked for Martinique chocolate.

She had it once two years ago,

and she's been nagging me ever since with that chocolate.

If it wasn't so expensive, I'd buy it every week.

I put a bar of Martinique here.

-I'm sure of it. -I asked you to!

Uh… Could you have sold it, Gavriel?

-No, no. -But I did see it there 15 minutes ago.

Maybe it's, uh…

Ephraim!

Humph!

Oh, God. What a jerk that guy is. So stupid.

Look, Ephraim…

not everyone can sit in a shop and work long hours.

I understand that.

So I have an offer for you, and you should take it with both hands.

Go.

Go, ramble about, do what you like.

I'll pay you for it. It'll stay between us.

And nobody will have to know. What do you say?

For how long is this offer of yours?

Uh, a week or so. A month. Two months, even.

And then what?

Till then, you'll find work.

Something that suits you. I hear they're recruiting some builders.

It's outdoor work, in the open air. It pays well too.

You're a good man, Gavriel. A good soul.

Tell me, Gavriel…

Can I maybe, you know, have an advance in the meantime?

Until I find another job.

Is that all you'd give to never see my face again?

-Can I get you anything? -No, thanks.

There are other chairs here.

But there aren't any other heroes.

That. Yes.

HEROISM IN JERUSALEM EPHRAIM SITON KILLED TWO ARAB RIOTERS

HEROISM IN JERUSALEM

Here, read it.

My name's Yechiel.

-You're from the Haganah? -Almost.

After what happened not long ago -

when Arabs murdered Jews,

slaughtered children, raped women,

and the British who let them run wild -

some people in Haganah decided to form a militia…

that would fight the British and the Arabs head-on.

-Interested? -What?

Join us.

Hi. Have you seen Ephraim?

No.

He didn't come back from work with you?

No.

No, no, uh…

I gave him a few days off to prepare for the wedding.

Yeah?

He didn't tell me.

Do you know where he hangs out?

No.

He must have gone to get drunk somewhere.

He promised me that after the wedding he would quit Arak.

And you believe him?

Mercada, Ephraim's changed. He's taken action.

He's taken a wife, children.

He promised me he'd drink a bit only at the wedding, and then, never again.

So I guess now he's probably drinking for the next 50 years.

You're Ephraim Siton?

Yes, Ephraim Siton.

Who are you?

I'm Malka.

Cheers, Malka.

You're not married, are you?

Nah.

I'm not. No, I'm not.

That's good.

Newspaper says you have no parents, and the Turks hanged your brother.

Is that true?

Yes, that's true.

I don't have anyone.

No family, like you.

All I care about's getting the British out of here.

You don't have to give it any thought now.

I don't need to give it any thought.

I'm joining your group.

The flowers will be here soon.

You don't want to know how much they cost.

Not to speak of the goods from the delicatessen.

-Our last shopping cart was full. -Hmm.

Rosa?

Mercada, have you seen Ephraim? He didn't come back last night.

He did, he did.

I heard him going into the storeroom during the night.

I'm glad to hear that.

I didn't know what to think.

Well, the groom and bride can't sleep together the night before the wedding.

True.

He probably came home so drunk,

he thought that the storeroom was Victoria's house.

Please, Mercada, we have a great celebration tonight.

Don't forget what Ephraim did for us.

And don't you forget that I'm paying for this celebration.

You're adorable.

She will be a good wife to Ephraim, I'm sure.

Yes.

Ephraim!

Ephraim!

Whoa! Oh, my God!

Oy vavoy, putana!

Oy vavoy!

Good morning.

Why? Tell me why!

You colossal idiot!

Get dressed already, dammit! Why?!

Talk to me. Talk to me, Victoria.

Victoria, talk to me.

-Talk to me, Victoria. Get up. Get up. -Victoria…

Gavriel, go get water.

-Victoria… -Get up, get up, get up.

Get up, querida.

Go get water I said!

Talk to me.

-Victoria. There. Up, up, up. -Victoria.

HITLER CLOSES GERMANY'S GATES TO JEWS

HITLER CLOSES GERMANY'S GATES TO JEWS

Luna, Luna, Luna.

It's as if the sun suddenly came into the store.

Luna is the moon.

As pretty as the moon but gives light like the sun.

How are you, Rachelika?

We've actually been low on sales recently.

Because you left, and also because of the war in Europe.

Actually, we're here because Becky,

our little sister, has her birthday coming up.

Ah. Mazal tov.

She likes this dress I'm wearing.

How old is Becky?

She's nine.

Whatever you choose for her,

she'll have to wait about five or six years to wear it.

-Um… -We'll buy her something else.

Mr. Zacks, thanks a lot. I'm really glad I came to visit you today.

Now, you listen to me, young Miss Armoza.

I'm not asking you when you're coming back to work.

You will decide that.

But remember, you have two homes, Luna.

One is with your father and mother and your lovely sisters,

and the second is here, in this store.

It's too soon. I can't yet.

There are too many memories here in this store.

Whenever you want, I'm here for you.

Thanks, Mr. Zacks.

We'd better go now.

Abba, I'd like to talk to you.

Of course, of course, querida. Come.

Sit down.

Abba, Luna's not all right.

When I leave in the morning, she's in bed. I come back, she's still there.

And sometimes, I hear her crying at night.

I know. I know all of that.

I've tried many times to talk to her, Rachelika.

I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing helps.

I might actually have an idea.

What's this?

This is, before you sew a dress, you have to draw it first.

Luna draws dresses?

Not anymore.

Since Itamar, she hasn't done anything.

She used to do this a lot. She would design so many dresses.

So, I thought…

I know the cost is quite high…

And you're thinking…?

Is everything ready in there?

-Yes! -Yes!

Come on in!

Okay…

Ready?

Ta-da!

It's a Singer!

Thank you, Abba!

Rachelika thought of it.

Well, so did I.

Thank you!

Mwah!

Who's that for?

Me.

It's almost Becky's birthday and you buy a gift for her?

Becky will also get a present.

Yes!

Well, enjoy.

Distinguished ladies and honorable Abba…

Please give a round of applause to our birthday girl, Becky Armoza!

Woo!

Teapot.

Turn around. Turn around.

Yay!

My sweetheart!

Come, sweethearts, come!

One…

It's her birthday, lovely Becky

It's her birthday, it's her birthday

It's her birthday, lovely Becky

It's her birthday, it's her birthday

Happy birthday, dear Becky

Here. Take some more Valerian root.

I just had a glass of it.

That's all right. We have plenty, and it will do no harm.

We have some left over from Luna, bless her.

-Look, Ephraim… -Don't say that name!

He's a man.

He's a man like all other men.

Even King David sent Uriah the Hittite to die in a war for Bathsheba.

Samson killed a million Philistines with his own hands

before Delilah came around.

When the dick is erected, the brain goes to the culo.

But doing that to me on my wedding day, Mercada?

On the day of the wedding?!

He will be a good husband.

He has a good heart.

I can't remember Ephraim ever being so happy.

-He keeps telling me he loves you. -That's true.

How he wants you to be his wife.

So why did he do this?

Because God made them this way. That's all. Poor things.

That's why he gave us women the power to forgive and absolve.

To absolve?

Why isn't he here asking for forgiveness then?

Maybe he went to the synagogue, to ask God for forgiveness.

What about me?

I'm the one he should be asking, not God. He betrayed me!

Listen, listen, querida. Querida, listen to me.

The wedding is in a few hours.

Gavriel has sent some men to find him.

I want him on all fours, kissing my hands and my feet.

Of course he will.

He will kiss your hands, your feet, your whole body. Whatever you want.

Take some more Valerian. A little more. It's good for you.

But you have to get ready.

We have to dress you, comb your hair, prepare you,

so he comes and sees his bride.

Look what a pretty white dress is waiting for you.

I found him drinking somewhere.

Thanks, Lieto.

What happened?

It's better to extract an aching tooth in one go.

When you do it slowly, it's much more painful.

What do I tell Victoria?

Tell her, I lied to her.

I enjoyed her body a little, that's it.

That's not true.

I thought it was what I needed.

A wife, a home, children.

To be like everyone else, like you.

I was wrong.

If Victoria keeps loving me, she'll suffer.

She will miss me. She will cry in the night.

It's better for her to hate me. She won't suffer as much.

Tell her that if she had married me,

it would have been the worst thing for her.

And tell Rosa…

to explain to her what it's like to be married to a husband

who keeps going to Beirut for business

and fucks Arab whores while he's there.

Ephraim…

What happened to your head?

So when does the wedding begin, Abba?

There you go, querida.

I'm not using it here, Abba.

Luna, it disturbs Rachelika's studies in your room.

Why can't she study in a different room?

Thanks.

I've also ordered the fabrics you asked for.

They'll be here later.

-Luna. -What?

Did you hear what I said?

Yes. The… fabric. Thanks a lot.

When he was with me, he didn't dress so nicely.

Who? Who are you watching over there?

David.

I've seen him a lot with nice clothes on.

Maybe he's going to a wedding or a Bar Mitzvah.

He's dressed like this every day.

I thought you didn't want him.

So what? That doesn't mean he's allowed to not want me.

Maybe he has someone new.

Right. Follow him and see who he meets.

What if he sees me following him?

Hmm.

-You. -Me what?

You follow him, and see where he goes.

No.

If you do it, I'll clean up the room for a week.

-A month. -Two weeks.

-A month. -Three weeks.

-Two months. -Rachelika, you said a month.

Fine, a month.

Fine, one month.

-Okay. Go now. He's going. -All right, I'm going.

Ladies and gents, now look at me!

Five, six… Five, six, seven, eight!

One, two, three, four.

Rock and step, one-two-three, one-two-three, rock and step, stop!

Pivot. Pivot. Stop. Shake!

One, two, three, four. One, two, three.

Look at David! Woo!

Good, David.

Nice!

Shake!

Stop! Ladies and gents…

Let's settle down with something a little quieter.

We're going to do a slow dance.

Go ahead.

DANCE COMPETITION, FREE ENTRANCE

DANCE COMPETITION TEL AVIV, FREE ENTRANCE

Okay.

Gentlemen, pick yourself a lady.

Each lady, pick a gentleman.

I'll kill you. What took you so long?

If you're not nice, I won't tell you where David went.

I'll tell Abba how late you got home.

Good night.

Tell me.

-He went to the kiosk. -Alone?

Yes, though some girls were waiting for him.

-What do you mean girls were waiting? -Luna, relax.

I'm relaxed. Talk already.

At the kiosk, there's a ballroom dancing class.

A sign said there's a competition soon in Tel Aviv.

With music and an instructor and everything.

David is really, really, really good.

I mean, he's the best dancer. He danced with a few girls there.

-What, you mean like danced close? -Yes.

-Were the girls beautiful? -Mm-hmm.

-Shh. -Shh.

-Good night. -Good night.

Look how she left the laundry.

The birds come and shit all over it. Isn't that a shame?

I wonder where she is. I hope she won't harm herself.

Your brother didn't tell you he was going to dump me, huh?

I swear, Victoria. He didn't tell me. I didn't know what he was up to.

I'm supposed to believe that? You're like a mother to that bastard!

You're such a liar.

When your soul is black,

even when the sun is in the sky, all you see is darkness.

I guess I don't have to tell you that.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Helping her.

She curses you and you help her?

Well, if I don't finish for her, tomorrow she will have nothing to eat.

You're right. This can be part of our atonement on Yom Kippur.

Fine.

Hmm.

And she does this every day.

Alcohol, from morning to evening, on her own.

-Poor thing. -She's really a hero, Victoria.

A woman of substance.

Just be aware that your brother is what ruined her.

Look at her.

God help me.

Forget it. Forget it.

A little Arak never killed anyone.

So how are you?

Pour. Pour more.

More, more, more, more, more. That's it.

Good to see you. Who should I kill today?

Lower your voice.

You start with that every morning?

Only when I celebrate.

And today, you're sending me on my first mission, no?

Tonight, you're pasting posters.

Here's the address.

-You told me about banishing Arabs-- -Lower your voice.

We'll banish them with posters? What are we, children?

Ephraim, I also did that when I started out.

Just wait till dark, and begin.

Tomorrow morning, I will make an inspection and check everywhere.

-Say, when do I get one of those? -What?

Those, those. A gun.

It's not a gift, Ephraim. If you want one, get yourself one.

Glue and posters will be waiting at the first place on this list.

Good luck to you.

Victoria!

Don't worry, David and Matilda are eating lunch at our place

with Luna and Rachelika.

Everything that stinks of your brother, I'm throwing away.

All of it!

I'm throwing it all away!

I can't see why you're making such an effort for David.

Even without David, I wouldn't go out with a mustache like Stalin's.

It's not only that.

You were little, but…

when David and I were children, we played together a lot.

Matilda would always say we should get married.

That way, she'd become family.

-But you don't wanna marry him, do you? -Of course not.

So why?

He once dumped me and went to work in Yaffo.

Come again.

I don't get dumped, Rachelika,

by anyone, never ever.

You're being vengeful.

You want him to take you back, then you can dump him and break his heart?

Hmm. It's slow, but you're learning.

You're such a little girl.

No, Rachelika. I'm a big girl.

This is exactly what big girls do.

Did you make that?

I've never seen you in it. Looks great.

You mean it?

Wear it once and you'll come back with a husband.

I don't want a husband.

So, sell it.

You always tell me about all those people overseas

who make really expensive dresses.

You once told me about some "Kuku"?

Coco Chanel.

Yes, her. Follow her footsteps.

Make dresses and sell them.

In the end, you'll be like Kuku Chanel.

-Coco. -Kuku.

-Coco. -Kukuriku.

-Coco Chanel. -Kuku. Kuku-kuku.

Well, people, we will now dance the Viennese waltz.

Would you like to dance?

No.

Okay.

How elegant.

Whoa! Miss, hey! Shalom to that beauty there.

Peek-a-boo! Say something.

-Me? -Yes, you.

Do you know how to do the Viennese waltz?

Well then, please, come over here.

Come, come!

David…

David, we have a damsel in distress.

She needs help. David.

Raise your hand.

The other one.

Three, you know?

One, two, three. One, two, three.

-You're heavy. -What do you mean?

You're not dancing.

I feel like I'm carrying a sack of potatoes.

Luna.

Luna!

Leave me alone.

Now apologize.

What do I have to apologize for? For all the scenes you're making?

-For what you said. I'm not making scenes. -Why did you even come here?

Why? Is it forbidden?

You think I didn't see Rachelika following me here?

-Who the hell do you think you are? -Am I right or not?

You're being so mean, David.

You forget how you treated me the last time we met.

I had someone then.

Yes, Itamar.

-I'm so sorry for what-- -I don't need your sympathy.

So, I'm not sorry.

Should I remind you who dumped who?

Oh, so we're having a dumping contest now?

I'm not your spare tire.

-Every time you're alone, you think-- -Now you know what I'm thinking?

Then what do you want from me?

Nothing.

Would you stop lying for once?

-You come here, as beautiful as-- -Oh, so you noticed that?

Yes, I noticed that.

Go back to your dancing, David.

Go, go.

BANISH THE BLOODY BRITISH REGIME FROM THE LAND OF ISRAEL NOW!

BANISH THE BLOODY BRITISH REGIME FROM THE LAND OF ISRAEL NOW!

Private Charlie Mingus from His Majesty's Royal Army.

What's it say there?

"God…

save the King."

There are more than four words.

One, two, three, four…

Right.

-More than four. -So, what's it say?

Oh, Dios santo!

Rosa!

Oh, Dios santo!

Rosa!

-Rosa! -You said he loves me!

Rosa! Rosa!

You said he'd be a good husband.

Madre mía.

You said that he's ashamed of what he did.

That he wants to ask for my forgiveness.

That I should wait in my wedding dress!

So where is he, huh?!

Where's your brother?

Where is he?

I hope that son of a bitch burns in hell.