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I'm sorry.

I need to talk to you.

It's been two months since my last pay-check.

Drop the "sorry"!

Diplomatic assertiveness!

Sorry...

I wonder if I could have a moment with you...

No pressure... Maybe over coffee and cake...

Just a friendly chat...

By the way, y'know that withholding wages is illegal?

Listen here, you dried up prune!

I'm sick of this job, and I want to get paid now!

Not next week, not tomorrow... Now!

Cash on the table! ...Or else I quit!

And you can go sit on a cactus, you fuckin'...

You fuckin'...

URBAN FEEL

Excuse me, we're landing, sir. Please fold your tray.

I'll take that.

I need a number in the city.

The address too.

I was abroad, that's why I didn't get back to you sooner...

What? Avner?

Okay, thank you.

Hello, Yossi?

Yes... Yossi.

You left a message on my voice-mail.

- Yes... what's your name? - Gila.

Yah... I don't know what to say... I never did this before.

- So why do it now? - I dunno,

your ad, I liked the way you phrased it.

"Looking for a friend" simple.

I also liked the "soft and spicy"...

I placed that ad months ago.

So... how do you retrieve your messages?

- I punch in my secret code. - Secret code?

You need the tactics of a mole to find love in this city.

- Looking for love? - I dunno... I'm lonely...

Cemented in loneliness, like they say.

- You know the feeling? - Yah... Hold on a sec!

Paranoid! Cute but paranoid!

Sorry, can't talk now...

Give me your number,

if that's OK... if not I'll understand.

Sure... You sound OK. I think I can trust you.

Got a pen? My home number is 519-4976.

Weekends you can leave a message on my voice-mail.

Always ask for Gila... Remember - Gila!

Will you call?

A film by Jonathan Sagall

"Be Assertive, Not Aggressive"

"Lonely Hearts... Male... Female... xxx"

How are you?

- When did you get back? - A few days ago.

Great...

- You haven't changed. - Yes I have.

- Your hair maybe. - Cut and blow dried.

- Color? - Rinse.

- Nice. - Not really. I got fat too.

My heart's beating like mad... feel it.

Works fine.

- You gonna let me in? - Sure.

Nice place... This is for you.

A cactus...

- It's a baby tree. - A baby tree...

I tried everything from hairdressing to reflexology...

I even took a course in copywriting.

But I was awful. It's creative and all,

but I hate sucking up to people.

I have no patience or ambition.

I'm still looking...

Maybe one day I'll open a restaurant.

- Meanwhile I'm working in a store. - A store?

Nothing fancy. My boss is a real bitch. Doesn't pay on time.

But I really admire her. I wish I could be like her.

She tends too perspire too much.

She has this thin line of sweat above the lip.

But shitty as she is - she's amazing.

Next to her I'm nothing.

She's the tiger I'm the poodle, she's the dressing I'm the noodle.

It's hard for me to look at you...

Those eyes, those hands...

Even the way you sit and stare.

- 'you two happy together? - Very happy.

- Good. - It's a good relationship.

- Terrific. - Not horrific at all.

I said 'terrific'.

Yes... terrific.

- Robby's a good friend. - That's important.

- He's a good man. - Yes.

- Talented. - Very.

'even had his own pager.

- But it was too bulky. - Tough.

Cell-phones are a cancer threat.

- Real tough. - Yah... I envy him.

He's a balanced person.

- Contagious, hah? - What -"Yah"...

Robby says "yah".

You're right... Robby says "Yah".

- Do you want a beer, Vodka? - I don't get near alcohol anymore.

- Really? That's good. - It's fattening too.

Your body turns into "booze blubber".

- How old is the boy? - Eight.

- Big boy. - Not really. He's pretty short.

- What's his name? - Jonah.

- After his grandfather. - Jonah...

He hates that name.

Listen, Emanuel...

I'm late for work.

Really? OK.

Too bad.

Hello... who?!

Yossi?

There's nobody named Yossi here... This is an accounting office!

Wrong number, lady!

Some lady's looking for a Yossi!

I said you got the wrong number, so quit nagging!

Yossi...

Maybe you can find a cheap hotel in town.

Sure.

Or maybe you could stay with Neri...

Actually it's bad timing now before the wedding.

- What wedding? - Neri's getting married.

Neri's getting married?

- With whom? - Some girl.

Robby won't like me staying, will he?

Definitely not... Just slam the door when you leave.

It locks from the outside.

Robby gets home around five.

You better be gone by then.

A short nap and I'm gone.

Eva?!

Did you say something?

No.

Pizza again?

Who's that!?

- Emanuel... - Sorry, I startled you...

- What are you doing here?! - Just visiting.

- How did you get in? - Are you Jonah?

- How the fuck did you get in?! - Eva let me in!

Where is she? Is she here?

- You're Jonah, right? - Jonah.

Pleasure to meet you... I'm Emanuel.

- Where's Eva?! - She went to work, Robby.

You're supposed to be in India!

I came for the wedding... Neri would never forgive me if I missed it.

Neri hates your guts!

- I prefer to think he likes me a bit. - Yeah right... sure...

So... you're back.

What are you doing here?

I was tired from the flight, so Eva suggested I take a nap.

- Hope it's OK. - Don't bet on it.

- Want some pizza? - No thanks,

I'm not hungry... 'you hungry?

How did you hear about the wedding?

Does Buddha run mail service to monasteries?

- I hope you're wearing something... - Wanna check?

- Prancing naked again, huh? - It's what I do best.

Did you have to use our blanket to cover your butt?

Eva gave it to me... Are you going to calm down?

C'mere, give us a proper hello.

- Let me give you a hug. - You know me... I'm a hug phobic!

Look at you... You're all slanted!

OK, OK...

So...

Thinning hair, eh?

You're not exactly a shampoo commercial yourself.

Right.

But you look good.

- Scalp is getting old but you look... - So so...

Good.

I brought you something.

Someone left this in first class...

- Thanks a lot... - It's for your neck.

- You sure? - It's inflatable.

You got a place to stay?

Eva said I could stay here for a few days.

She probably insisted...

She wanted to discuss it with you,

but she had to rush off to work.

I see.

But it was my idea, not hers.

You know... for a few days.

How few is a few days?

Forget it.

- How few is a few days? - I don't know. Never mind.

- I'm sure there's a cheap hostel around. - There is.

I see.

Listen, Emanuel.

I don't want to be the shmuck here.

You're probably broke.

I'm not thrilled about seeing your face in the morning,

but you can stay for a few days.

You can be the shmuck!

You sure?

- I don't want to impose. - Impose, impose!

- What's this? - Herbal tea

- and acupuncture needles. - Needles?

- All we have is a couch. - A couch is perfect.

Thanks. You're a real friend.

I appreciate your help...

Both yours and Eva's.

Do you have a bathtub?

"Be Assertive, Not Aggressive."

Eva!

- You called? - Don't be late tomorrow!

- Should I lock up? - I gave you the key, remember?

Why are you always late?

Too much sex? Men trouble?

If you want to get ahead in life,

you must be punctual and give up dick.

- Did you read the book I lent you? - Yeah. I'm in the middle.

Great. Take my advice

and you'll become truly independent, just like me.

Trust me, people are shit,

but men are crap...

Crop of crap... Cream of crap!

Now and then they'll have their rare moments...

when their innermost being turns soft and mushy...

Sometimes they even cry...

Their lower lip trembles from the emotional momentum...

But then they cum!

They fold up their fuck fiddle,

and put it back in storage until the next connective eruption.

Men are scum.

I know what I'm talking about... I was a man myself once!

You were a man!?

Didn't you know?

Of course I was.

Not that I'm any happier now...

Orgasm is not as messy that's one advantage.

I'm glad I had the little thing removed.

It minimizes the chances of getting depressed...

Turn off the lights when you leave!

Quit pulling your eyelashes... you look like you're going through chemo!

- And shave your legs! - Yeah... sorry.

And quit saying "sorry"!

Sorry, Gabriella... What about my pay check?

First get here on time... I pay for punctuality! Bye.

Bye... Thanks.

What's that?

Rosemary extract.

- What's it for? - Fragrance... try it.

Smells really nice.

Don't like it, huh?

- Wanna come in? - No.

Why not? C'mon!

It's great. Put your feet inside.

Is this your toy?

Oops... Sorry.

Pool party?

Hey Robby... Wanna join us?

No thanks, I'll stick to dry land.

- So... you got a lady? - A lady?

Y'know... some kimono folding babe?

No kimono folding babe.

- Dude? - No dude either.

- Lonely, eh? - Lonely as a homeless dog.

- I see you've met. - We've met.

- Any more surprises? - He surprised me too.

- I'm going out for some air. - Why?

You asleep?

No, you see I'm not asleep!

I can't fall asleep in new places...

- Maybe it's the jet-lag. - It's not the jet lag.

You're right... it's not.

So...

"So" what?

Friend of yours?

I dunno... It's just rubber. Rubber can't be a friend.

Depends... Let's see.

For a piece of rubber it has a lot of veins.

- Can you fight? - Why?

Just asking.

Why?

Some people fight, some don't.

Somebody hit you?

I'd like to learn how to kick ass, that's all.

I see.

I'm so lonely... Ever so lonely!

Maybe I'll jump off a bridge!

Hey, Mademoiselle, why are you crying?

I'm a poor orphan girl.

I came to the city to become an actress,

but they all ignored me! I have no one in the world...

Nobody waits for me.

I'll wait for you!

- Really? - Really.

Thanks.

What 'thanks'? We settled on 'merci'!!

Marco, I've had it!

I'm sweating in this goddamn dress... and turn off this ridiculous rain!

What's eating you?

Shut up and learn how to work that fuckin' puppet!

- Learn how to fuckin' act!! - Learn how to direct!

Go fuck yourself... cunt!

- Gila? - Yes, Gila...

- Yossi got gutsy? - Yossi took a Valium!

Didn't think you'd show up.

It took me hours to find this place.

I imagined you taller.

- You said you were blond. - I was.

Disappointed? -A bit. Should I go? -No.

Can I kiss you?

I don't know... I'm working tomorrow.

You're a great kisser... yummy lips!

- Nelly! You there?! - I'm coming!

Yossi, I gotta go.

Nelly? You said your name was Gila!

I have a few names because you never know.

It's a small city. People know you even if they don't.

But it doesn't really matter...

A swamp is a swamp, and all the frogs are green.

'you out of your mind?! We're in the middle of rehearsal.

Move your ass, and stop screwing

with every rat you find in the street!

That means you, mister!

Thanks...

Get your flabby carcass outta my face, you fuck!

I'll do whatever I want, y'hear?

Yossi, I gotta go. I'll call you...

Actually better call me... you got the number, yeah?

- Nelly!! - I'm coming!

Call me!

I'm fed up with this shit, Marco!

I'm fuckin' fed up with your jealous bull!

Don't fuckin' touch me!

C'mon punch me in the balls!

That hurt!

- What's this? - Tea.

Why are you bringing me tea?

- It's Herbal tea. - It's Emanuel's.

Oh, It's Emanuel's... Should've guessed.

Baboon Barf from Bombay.

He's nice, Emanuel, isn't he...

Always been nice.

The pillow he gave me is nice too.

There's coffee if you prefer.

You look great... Why the sudden shave?

- Gabriella told me. - Gabriella told you...

What?

What?

You act like a complete stranger.

Stranger?! I'm no stranger.

I'm an idiot...

A balding idiot!

But I'm no stranger...

- I thought you hate him! - I don't hate him.

What happened... did he flash his nipples?

I don't really hate him...

I hate the memory I have of him.

I see.

You probably think hate is some form of love.

Hate is hate.

Love is procedure.

Is that why you clip out personal ads from the paper?

I cut myself...

Show me.

It's nothing.

Robby...

I don't want to argue.

Neither do I... Neither do I...

I love you.

I love you too.

The door...

Wanna take me to school?

Excuse me...

I'll take Jonah to school, if that's OK with you.

We'll walk... take in a little air.

Fine... Yah.

My apologies.

Sorry if my hand is sweaty.

How do you know it's your hand?

What do you mean?

How do you know it's your hand that's sweaty and not mine?

Good question.

We don't have to hold hands, y'know.

Why not... I kinda like it.

Neri... Look! Your mom is wrinkling my dress!

- How did you get in? - Jonah gave me his key.

Why did you come back?

- I missed you. - But why now?

I had to wait for a few years so you could look at me again...

- I'm looking. - You're not.

- You left! - You got married.

- Seven years ago. - Eight.

What was the rush?

It was winter.

Why Robby?

- He was around. - A fire hydrant is also around.

- He wanted me. - I wanted you, too.

He didn't punish me like you did.

He didn't lick your eyes and drink your spit like I did.

- He did. - We're all replaceable huh?

Maybe.

- So why did you let me in? - I was afraid.

- Of what? - Violence.

- You'll never let me forget it. - You hurt me.

You hurt me too.

- You broke my nose. - You broke my heart.

- You drank. - Drinking made me nicer...

Besides, I quit.

So who finished the whisky in the cabinet?

Sorry.

I'm like a dog marking territory...

Got any good memories?

You know I do.

Sex...

Yes.

I really wanted a kid from you.

I know.

Your marriage sucks, huh?

We sucked too.

I'm late for work.

By the way...

Do you think Robby would mind if I borrow a pair of underwear?

Can I have some?

Why not.

Disgusting!

That's how it works. Drink and be disgusted.

- We could ask him to leave. - He won't leave.

Vinegar Duck in Garlic Sauce with Chives or Stuffed Pears?

Stuffed pears...

Please.

- For you, Ma'am? - I'll share with my husband.

Your husband?!

Share, sweetie, share!

Digest with delight, you and your husband.

What? What?

I'm so happy!

Just look at her.

What I woman... a perfect papaya!

I need some air.

Did I say something wrong?

- It's nothing. - Nothing, my ass.

- It's Emanuel, isn't it? - It's not him.

After all these years, suddenly he shows up...

Mr. Meditation himself.

At least he "quit" drinking...

I just hope that Robby... None of my business!

It's great to be married.

Everything's possible,

even though the options are pathetic.

Can I have some wine?

I'm so drunk...

Life can be so shitty, yet so wonderful.

Yossi!

Does your wife know you respond to love ads?

I don't really...

I've never cheated on her.

Is that why you smooch and vanish?

Listen... this whole business...

You probably got a million calls from your ad.

I'm not exactly prime rib.

The designers of "Speedo" didn't have you in mind, that's for sure...

But you seem like a decent guy.

Oh Yossi!

My name isn't Yossi.

What is it then?

Robby.

This whole thing is wrong.

I'm not cut out for this.

I'm so confused.

I'm not cut out for this.

Absolutely not.

Aren't you gonna dance?

You know me well... ever see me dance?

Once.

I forced you into a slow dance after you spilled a drink on me.

I'd gladly spill something on you again.

I never thought Neri would get married...

I'm happy for him.

Such a human-lover, aren't you...

You weren't so happy to see me getting married.

- You and Eva. - Me and Eva...

She really loved you, y'know.

Even when we got married she loved you.

You really should've come to our wedding.

I had to leave the country.

Why? Was a career in tea-bags waiting?

What's with the silence?

- I don't discuss my weaknesses. - Doesn't leave much to discuss then!

Why are you coming down so hard? I didn't take anything from you.

She's yours and she loves you...

...relatively speaking.

- How I'd love to bash your face in! - You always wanted to bash my face in.

But you're nice to me because it's less trouble...

Probably scared to injure that problem neck of yours.

I'll be right back.

C'mon... get it over with.

Do it already!

Great...

Just what I needed.

Delicious... Shame about your shirt.

I don't mind. I'm enjoying this.

- May I have this dance? - Get away from me!

- I want to give you a hug. - I don't want a hug!

I hate hugging and I hate you!

Can we go home?

I think I'll stay a while. You go if you want.

I think I'm gonna puke...

Ask him to make you some tea!

- Jonah... - I saw everything.

- Was I an idiot? - You're all idiots.

You're right.

- Take this. - What for?

Give the credit card to Mom.

Tell her I'm sorry it's not a Gold Card.

Keep the cash for yourself.

I'll leave the car at home.

- Where're you going? - I'm going.

Where?

I'll call.

But where are you going?

I don't know.

- Want me to leave? - It's too late for that.

I shouldn't have come.

- He didn't leave because of you. - I think he did.

Don't flatter yourself. You're not such a threat.

A jerk yes, a threat no.

He'll be back.

He left me.

He's not the leaving type.

He took the inflatable pillow.

Really?

Well... sometimes people leave.

Only if they're married to me.

They leave because they leave.

Even if they stick around for a while, eventually they leave.

They don't return phone calls either, but let's not get into that.

I don't wanna be alone.

I'll probably die old and lonely with just three people at my funeral.

A Rabbi,

who doesn't count because he's not family.

A grave-digger, who doesn't count either,

and some clerk from the funeral home with the bill...

They'll throw me in some ditch in a hurried ceremony,

and no one will remember my name.

Jonah will remember.

Jonah hates me.

He'll hate me even more when I'm old and sick.

Not necessarily. You'll be a heck of geezer.

I'm so disposable...

Like a candy wrapper.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Maybe you should close the door.

You're so beautiful.

- I'm so drunk. - Drunk and beautiful.

I'm not beautiful. Look at me... square ass and duck feet.

Emanuel...

Let's not! no... It's wrong...

I'm a married woman.

I hate to sound like some prudish preacher,

who rarely has sex anyway...

but my ovaries need some privacy now.

I remember them well.

I have my principles...

Besides, all those diseases out there...

Should I jerk you off?

Jerk me off?

- Would the prudish preacher approve? - I think so.

- A little scary, huh? - Yes.

- All those diseases... - Yes.

It's been a long time.

Yes.

Got a condom?

No, I don't.

I brought leftovers.

What took so long?

The Rabbi blessed in slow motion.

- Someone shot the Prime Minister. - No shit.

People don't know how to create good suspense.

They just shoot with no prior warning.

It's like climaxing without foreplay.

He was here already, wasn't he?

- Yossi, this is Marco. - Pleasure... we already met.

- So you picked up another one, eh? - Cut the crap!

You take the other room, I'm not moving!

Fine, we'll take the other room!

Maybe I should go...

Don't pay any attention to him. He's always like that.

Marco, say something!

What's that?

An inflatable pillow for my neck.

So, Poopsy... Problems?

Sensitive?

Fragile, fragile!

Nelly... you and your fuckin' games!

Marco... I'm sorry!

Get out of my sight!

What a bummer!

Maybe I should get drunk more often.

I hate to hear myself saying this,

but I have a feeling that only Vodka can save me.

It didn't exactly save me.

Damn!

You're right... We should've used a condom.

I'm talking about Robby.

It's a good thing he was around.

You knew exactly what you did when you married him.

You can't complain.

You pounced from pussy to ass, from ass to pussy...

You had more people coming in and out of you

than the inter-city bus terminal.

He also gave you a child.

I don't know...

He's got money... That's worth something. -I don't know.

Believe me it's important. Especially when you get old...

Geriatric services cost a bundle.

I don't know...

But you're right, I can't complain. I brought it on myself.

All those years of wandering...

Searching for someone to be a part of me, just like you were once...

A woman... A man...

But I found no one.

- Not even in China. - Emanuel...

Actually, I haven't really felt anything for years.

Not love, not hope.

I don't even cry anymore...

Except when I'm drunk... and even then it's a dead cry.

But now with you...

I feel alive again...

I feel I'm connecting with something that for years... years...

- Emanuel! - What?

- Did you hear what I said? - What?

I said I don't know.

Sometimes ignorance is a blessing.

I don't know if Robby's the father.

Are you saying that Jonah is...

- Robby knows about it, but Neri doesn't. - Neri?!

I was lonely, Neri was still single...

You slept with Neri too?!

Just once... so the chances of him being the father are slim.

Besides, Jonah doesn't look anything like Neri, does he?

So Jonah could be mine?

I'm not sure... but he's definitely mine.

It's freezing.

I'll keep you warm.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Are you taking me to school?

- What time is it? - Ten past ten.

How are you?

Where're you calling from?

Public phone... How's Jonah?

Jonah's fine. Emanuel took him to school.

Great. Just great.

I guess I'm paying rent for the bum too.

So... you sleeping together?

Yes.

- Fucking? - Yes...

Perfect. Just perfect.

You OK? -I told Neri I'm taking a short vacation.

Vacation?

I don't know what I'm doing... I'm pretty confused.

So... did you tell him?

Yes.

You swore you'd never tell anyone...

Yes.

I knew you'd tell him...

Now he knows. It's out.

What happened, did he screw you senseless?

Show you his moaning prick?

Or maybe he just slugged it out of you.

Fucking unbelievable shit!!

You know he's not exactly the reliable type.

Even if his genetic brew was perfect, which it isn't...

No fuckin' decency!

Don't talk to me about decency!

Nor about genetics!

The only scientific thing here, is the growing percentage

of husbands who find sex through the newspaper!

As for your cussing and yelling- I have no comment!

I'm being assertive here, without a hint of aggression!

My phone card is running out...

Running out?

Couldn't you round up a full card for this call...?

Should I fix something to eat?

Do you guys sleep naked?

Exit one shmuck, enter another.

Do we have a copy of "Politics & Impotence"?

Someone ordered it.

You sell political books?

Utility books!

It's up there. Next to "Hanan Ashrawi's Bedroom Memoirs"

Is that for you?

Yes.

- During work hours? - I'll be right back... sorry.

- I missed you. - Great.

- How's it going? - OK... Did you find work?

I scoured the papers... There are no jobs.

Don't worry, something'll come up, if not today then tomorrow.

- My boss doesn't like visitors. - She doesn't pay either.

Excuse me, I'm looking for the ocean.

Eva!

- He's looking for the harbor-front. - I need you inside!

I'm coming... I gotta go!

Just remember...

I know... pick up Jonah at five.

Just remember, muffin, love kills!

Before you enter the battlefield,

find a reliable undertaker...

Open wide, Ophelia!

My head's splitting.

It's fuckin' freezing.

Throw me that sweater.

So... you got a kid?

He's not exactly mine...

Although he might be.

- Unspecific inseminator, huh? - Go figure.

Would you have a kid with me, Yossi?

What would I do with a kid?

Where is he now?

In school.

Poor thing...

Kids just pop out like candy from a snack machine.

Nah... not for me.

Kids are pointless.

Marriage too.

Don't take this personally,

but I never make any commitments before checking other options.

Why make one man miserable if I can make a lot of them happy?

In your case, you'd probably make one man miserable

and leave the rest devastated.

Or bored...

People get bored with me.

That's why I leave.

Man, do I leave! Chronic leaver...

Leaver of leavers.

Maybe it's because I get bored myself.

My hormones get bored.

Sometimes I get so bored,

I find myself sucking dick just to pass the time.

I've sucked so many I can't even tell the difference anymore.

You bump into someone familiar on the street,

and all you can think about

is whether his prick was in your mouth or not.

A familiar prick doesn't always go with a familiar face.

Not by me anyway.

Actually, I'm trying to wean myself away from this fuck frenzy.

But what can I do...

The only thing that smooths out the rough edges of my life is cum.

Go figure. Morning bullshit.

Morning was hours ago.

You're supposed to bow to me, girly!

Don't you remember? I'm talking to you!

Go home, butt-head.

Don't call me butt-head!

That's your name, isn't it?

Shut it, pussy-face.

Why don't you hit back, girly!

Well?

I'm gonna kill you!

Just you wait... you're dead meat!

My hands are cold.

Jonah's still awake.

Don't worry. He just got pushed around a bit.

I can't trust you, can I?

What do you think... can you?

Meditation and yoga don't really change a person...

Neither does herbal tea mixed with vodka!

Sorry, I didn't mean that.

Listen Eva, I never kissed life on the tip of the nose.

I know I'm a failure.

Bad father, bad friend, no job, no money...

But I'm trying my best.

I have no right to judge you.

You're in no position to judge me.

You're just as lost as I am.

I know it's not...

It's not noble on my part to admit

that a loser like me thrives on your weaknesses,

but you seem to fit in perfectly with my despair.

Despair... you need a partner for despair?

We both do.

Maybe that's why our sex is so good.

Our sex is shit!

You might think it's good...

You pump my stupid body with a drunken stupor.

Once it was good, but now...

I didn't know that.

I walk around thinking that the only thing I have left to offer,

is the one part of my body that's still smiling.

I guess I'm fooling myself about that too.

- What are you doing? - Putting my shoes on.

- Why? - I'm cold.

- You're going. - I'm putting my shoes on.

- Emanuel. - What?

I didn't mean what I said... about the sex.

I wasn't referring to performance or anything...

It's me! There's something wrong with me.

I'm sorry... I'm really sorry!

There I go again with "sorry"...

Maybe we could start over...

Leave the city and find a small, quiet place.

What are you talking about?

About us.

About us?

You, me and the kid?

A jolly little jaunt in the countryside?

- Yes, I mean... - What do you mean??

- You don't even know who his father is! - So...

- So now you do know? - He could be ours.

- A kid is not a dish towel. - I didn't mean...

- And then? - And then...

You get divorced?

Marry me? Find extra work?

Wait on tables? Do deliveries?

You want to leave.

You want to leave again...

You want to leave again, don't you!

You said you felt connected here.

"Connected", that's what you said.

After all the years of wandering...

You said you wanted a child.

And now you want to leave.

I should've known.

How could I've been so stupid.

Stupid!

Go ahead. You, Robby... just go!

I can do just fine alone.

You and "alone" are like dog crap and ketchup.

Not a perfect combo, is it?

No, you need someone, anyone...

doesn't matter who. Robby, me, Neri,

even some kid hanging around as a substitute.

You piece of shit!

That's loneliness for you... does weird things to a man.

Son of a bitch!

Go to sleep.

Otherwise you'll have bags under your eyes,

and look like your boss.

By the way, why don't you ask her to be the kid's father too?

Shut up!

Neri...

- Wanna find a quiet corner? - No thanks.

Too bad. I really like the way you look at this place.

Like you want to join in but you don't...

It's pretty rare.

- Have some. - No thanks. I had enough to drink.

You don't drink this.

What are all these people doing here?

Searching.

Searching for what?

Love.

This isn't love.

Sure it is. Maybe brief love.

Ten minutes... half-hour...

Even a minute.

A minute...?

Love is Love.

It won't take long.

If it's brief, it just leaves you hungry for more.

You'll see... You'll get addicted.

Odelia!

I hope your lips fall off!

I didn't mean to insult you.

I need total, immediate love... lips included!

I'll do anything except kiss.

Then why don't you evaporate, you phobic fuck!!

What am I doing?

Get dressed... I gotta go.

Don't you wanna cum?

I do.

Jonah...

Don't come in.

Jonah, please...

You think it's easy to be a kid?

You grownups do whatever you want.

Come and go as you please,

but I gotta stay 'cause I'm a kid.

I don't like this, I'm just in your way.

So I'm warning you. If this goes on - I'm outta here!

I'll sleep on a park bench. Now get out!

You're right... what can I say?

I said get out... I'm sleeping now, can't you see!

Marco.

I hear you!

So why don't you answer?

Makes me more desirable.

- Where's Nelly? - On the phone.

I was abroad...

That's why I didn't get back to you sooner.

What's your name?

oh, Morris...

Nice name... I'm Alona.

How do I look?

Not very romantic, are you?

Why don't you ask me how I feel... what I did today...

No, I'm not angry.

Her eighth call.

Hyped on hormones.

One was a bisexual man, not too choosy,

a pottery painter who likes to be peed on...

Another was a cripple...

only he preferred someone with one prominent handicap

before he even began negotiations.

The rest were morons.

She doesn't even hide them anymore. Damn this TV!

Don't you feel like killing her sometimes?

Kill her, and then kill yourself.

Otherwise it's too much of a bureaucratic pain in the ass.

She's like that...

"Make a lot of 'em happy..."

She's really greased you up with her sexual philanthropy, huh?

She has this need.

Too much need, not enough heed!

She could've been a legend in her time,

only she's way too oversexed. Not to mention the phone bill.

She wasn't even upset when I left.

I'm talking about my wife... and the kid.

Maybe you should go home?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

I don't even know if she wants me back.

I don't know if I want to...

What about you?

I wish I didn't love her, but I do.

I'm crazy about her.

She's the reason I wake up in the morning.

Even though I hate her - I love her.

What can I do... Nothing.

Just sit and wait here with the corn...

Want some?

No thanks, it gives me gas.

I prepared eggs...

He didn't come back?

No, he didn't.

I'm going to school by myself.

Don't be silly... I'll take you.

No... I know the way.

I'm nervous about that.

You weren't nervous about leaving me alone last night.

I'm not angry anymore.

I heard you crying in the bathroom.

I'll give you money, in case you decide to take the bus.

I don't need money.

I have some change here...

What?

The key to the store... it's gone! Maybe I dropped it last night...

My boss is gonna kill me.

What am I gonna tell her?

You know what...

I don't care.

I look at you, and think to myself...

the only thing that matters is that I love you.

Get out! Go already, you lousy piece of shit!

Hi, Jonah.

Thanks.

- Listen... about yesterday... - Relax, I won't tell anyone.

- 'that a promise? - No problem!

- Where'd you learn to hit? - Did it hurt?

Man, did it hurt.

I know you can hear me.

I understand why you're doing this.

I'm leaving. I just wanted you to know...

Normally I would've insisted...

But I guess I'm not really what you need right now.

"A partner for despair".

Tell the kid I said goodbye.

- Where is he? - Who?

Ma'am... you alone in the house?

You!

- From yesterday! - Yesterday is yesterday...

'you alone in the house?

She can't even pee alone!

What's going on?

- Who else lives here? - My son.

What's with the courtesy crap?

I'm gonna look for the thief!

What...

The lady says you have some freaky skinhead living here.

I'm glad she keeps tab on my guests.

What happened?

She saw him enter her store last night.

He robbed the place!

- She claims he's your friend. - Yes.

He took some money from the register.

He left the key in the door.

She'll hide anything that wakes up with an erection!

Where is he?

- Where is he, Ma'am? - I don't know.

I must warn you that being an accomplice...

Listen, officer, or whatever you are...

Get out of my house!

- And the criminal? - I don't know where he is.

I don't understand why you speak to me as if you've never seen me before.

Last night you were...

I don't understand...

If you want to arrest me, go ahead!

But if not - then take a hike!

Watch your mouth, lady!

- You too! - Me?

Grab your tight ass and get out of here,

you dried up prune!

Besides, I've been dying to tell you for the longest time...

I hate working in your lousy store!

I hate you and I hate your bitterness!

I quit! Go back to your disgusting store and fuck yourself!

You could probably do that, if only you kept your dick from the operation!

I asked you to leave.

- Show us your ID! - Forget the ID!

She's got a big mouth!

Go wait downstairs.

Damn. You never let me make an arrest.

Forgive the lack of etiquette Ma'am, but work is work.

We'll sniff around for a while.

Take care of yourself, and remember...

One person today may be another tomorrow.

Am I bothering you?

No.

Where are you going?

I don't know... Any ideas?

Which flight are you waiting for?

Doesn't really matter. Whatever comes along.

I'm Renata... But it's not my real name.

What's your name then?

Nelly.

My name is Nelly.

Nice to meet you. I'm Emanuel.

Why did you do that?

My hands sweat sometimes. The dirt absorbs the moisture.

That's my call for London.

'you leaving?

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