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Enough crying, really! It's been 5 whole years...

Tell me, who died exactly?

My father Stashek, my mother Lia,

my sister Tzipi, my brother...

Gary,

his wife Bella, and their daughter Nadia.

It's... It's...

In the Holocaust?

What Holocaust?!

At the Mesubim Junction!

All of them, at the Mesubim Junction.

August 2005, right? - Right.

6 funerals in August! - Yes.

Rather hot, wasn't it? Didn't you get dehydrated?

I took a towel and an "Eden Water" bottle.

"Eden Water". Interesting...

Subconsciously you were sending your loved ones

to heaven. "Eden Water", get it? Eden, as in heaven...

Well, they were out of Schweppes at the grocery.

They're always out of what I need.

Smoked fish, for example. I've asked a hundred times

and always get the same answer: "We've just run out".

Or rye bread. "We've just run out".

They're always offering me Sarbalat sausage.

"Just came in fresh today".

That's all I need, right?

As if my heartburn weren't enough as it is...

And they don't like to sell on credit.

Yoavi, come here, sweetie.

Tell Vladek what we drank at Mom's funeral.

Come on, tell him. - There was "Zip"

and "Nesher Beer".

Dad, I... I gave out 30 tickets today.

That's 80 shekels for me.

I'm a serious candidate for "An Inspector is Born"

and the prize will be promotion to super-inspector.

I'll be giving out tickets throughout the district, scare everyone.

"Yoav Pomerantz, terror of the district!"

They'll make a movie about me.

Cliff Richard will play me.

Enough, son, go fix yourself an instant meal.

There are plenty in the cupboard.

Okay, sweetie?

My son, see? He makes more money than I do.

He just gives out parking tickets on every car that moves

or doesn't move...

Anyway, with the money he earns he's paying for a gardening course.

Day before yesterday he got an A in a test on creepers!

You know "Shulamit Fingers"?

In high school, 10th grade, Hanukkah, on stage,

I got to stick my fingers into the ass of a certain Shulamit...

Shulamit Argov!

Where were we?

Everyone died. Not in the Holocaust, at the junction.

Father,

mother, brother, sister,

his wife, his daughter, all killed at Mesubim Junction.

You must understand, Vladek, an old sage once said:

"Life is a disease with 100% mortality."

Get that into your head and don't be post-traumatic all your life. Really!

After all it's been a few years since then, how many?

7 years minus a month and 3 days.

Okay, Mr. Nussbaum, then let me suggest,

a new treatment

that takes people back to the site of the event.

For example, you go to hospitals

to see the "Corpses Ward". It's very important.

Visit some cemeteries, perhaps see...

I recommend Holon. Holon is very good.

It takes you back to the original trauma.

And Mesubim Junction is the best!

Stand there, maybe you'll witness an accident. An accident!

Wonderful, no? - Mesubim Junction...

And we'll see... you'll reconstruct the past, something cognitive,

I'll spare you the details.

Listen...

Death means getting rid of life's trivialities and banalities.

It's like saying: "we're out of smoked fish",

"we're out of rye bread". That's life!

And what did we forget in our wallet?

Sorry.

Here.

Please, Mr. Nussbaum, please.

"Corpses Ward". -Holon... - Yes.

Holon... Bat Yam, yes...

Mesubim Junction.

The hospital. -"Corpses Ward", don't forget.

Corpses and hospitals.

Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

Yoavi, have you eaten? - Yes.

No, No. Dad, I had...

A twinky.

At Joe's place. Dad, I...

I was there and...

there were two high-school girls there.

One of them saw me and said:

"Look at him, happy as a baby!

"Got your twinky, did you, dummy? Ticket award?"

I said to her: "I'll give you...

"a ticket...

"for parking your underwear at a no-parking zone".

Then she laughed.

Laughed and picked up her dress and...

her underwear was stuck...

deep inside her cunt.

Yoavi, are you alright?

Dad, they're waiting for you at MEC.

Do you get a bonus for every suicide you prevent?

Sweetie,

we live on TV dinners.

I've got the same 3 patients for 20 years now.

The cakes and tea cost me more.

Listen, I'm off, call me at 4:30

to tell me everything's fine, okay? -Okay.

Dad,

I just...

had this memory

of Shulamit Argov so I jerked off.

Even you once said that Udi Allen said

that "jerking off is making love with your favorite person."

Woody. Woody Allen.

What did he say about sex?

"The last time I was inside a woman

"was on a visit to the Statue of Liberty".

Okay, I'm off.

Call me at 4:30, right? Let me know everything's fine.

Everything is parked wrong in this country.

Dad, this country is parked all wrong, so...

It's parked on a traffic separator, Arabs and sea all around! -Yes.

Yes. - Great,

so we'll reach Atlantis and live underwater, as we deserve. Okay?

See you. Don't forget to grow up.

Damn!

30 years and nothing.

In 10 minutes he managed to jerk off,

talk dirty in front of Vladek

and that yell... "Shulamit Argov!"

His Asperger's Syndrome won't budge,

the promo of autism.

And I can't stand it any more.

Smadar couldn't either

so she left me living alone with the wrong diagnosis.

How did Thomas Wolfe put it?

"Loneliness is and always has been

"the central and inevitable experience

"of every man."

Go to the opposite building, it's on the second floor.

Come back to me later, we'll be glad to help. See you.

Hi, girls. - You're an hour and a half late!

I was analyzing the city. It needs to be committed.

You didn't shave either. - So what?

So what?

Soon you'll be talking about a death in your family, like yesterday.

Someone always dies in the family.

Nitza, dear, how are you? - What's up, Joel?

What's new in "Woman's World"? Very important. Urgent. -Here's an item

on two pairs of siblings. Two homosexual brothers,

two lesbian sisters, and they're getting married. Not only that,

the brothers got religion, the sisters converted to Islam.

Is this out of the crossword puzzle? - No, it's an article.

Nothing like "Woman's World"! It's a big world, all true.

I'm in my room. -Leave the door open so you'll hear the phone ring.

Okay.

MEC, how can I help you?

No, we're not MFA, we're MEC.

Mental Emergency Center.

Is it an emergency?

MEC, how can I help you?

Joel, telephone.

Yes?

This is Shira Gur of 66 Bugrashov Street.

I'm not feeling well.

I'm suffocating, can't breathe...

my neighbor, Mr. Sherman,

tried to kill himself by jumping

but he landed on the Mualems' clotheslines.

What did I want?

There... They're here, the fire department.

Stop eating in here! - She lives with her parents in Haifa.

She's one of those past-beauties.

Get me off of this!

You're here!

Finally got your budget?

What did I want?

Aren't you ashamed? To fall on the laundry like this?

Look, what did my husband's Shirt do to you?

Shame on you! - Dear Mrs. Mualem,

your bloody laundry blocked my landing.

Poor man! Wanted to die and didn't make it.

God Almighty!

That damned dress of yours... - It's not the dress that's damned!

All because your wife left you... - Quiet! -No longer washes your clothes.

It blocked my legs on the way to the ground.

And it's our fault?

It blocked me on the way to the blessed death,

You know what it would have earned me?

A three-volley salute.

That's your gratitude for what we've done for you?

It would have earned me a dress uniform.

Okay...

MEC, how can I help you?

Yes, sir.

Joel, telephone!

Hello. - Hello?

You're the MEC shrink? - Yes.

Are you a doctor? - Yes.

I can't take it anymore, doc.

What can't you take anymore?

Life. I'm sitting on the window sill and...

I want to jump.

Why? -Because I'm alone, have no job,

my wife left me for a Bat Yam lifeguard,

my daughter's been in India for 3 years now...

Doctor, help me now!

Let's see you save me from myself.

First of all, move away from the window.

Now tell me your name, what floor you live on, and all that stuff.

Yitzchak Bar-Ner.

With an A!

I worked for the city, putting up movie posters, but I was fired.

Okay...

Actually, why don't you come over? My name is Dr. Joel Pomerantz,

I live on Pasternak 1

in Ramat Aviv Gimmel, 12th floor.

Come over around...

6 o'clock, let's say.

Alright?

It'll cost you... 400 shekels.

400 shekels!? I've got health insurance.

I can bring the forms.

300, alright? - Yes.

I Found help! Found help!

See you. - I found help! Found help!

"Munchhausen syndrome...

"Couple madness"...

That should be "follie a deux".

And why Munchhausen?

Dr. Gurevitch, he's called us 3 times this month.

He's always sitting on the window sill, 4 feet from the ground,

but his suicide potential is very serious.

And you invited him over for a private session.

In Russia they would have invited him to a Gulag, no? -Joel...

I'd be happy to invite you but I don't need to save you.

Certainly not from some Joel trying to defreeze

your Siberian look for two years.

Look, Joel,

during these two years I've managed to get married

and I would really like to come over and see where you grow

your skepticism, and that special intelligence of yours,

and perhaps also...

the reason that only you can molt...

no, melt me into an Emma Bovary.

You know you can't prescribe him medication.

I'll give him 20 pills of my own anti-depressant.

I didn't know you're depressed.

Even my depression is on leave, suspended.

Besides, it's just one big freeze.

Okay, I don't want to talk about Mayakovski and Lermontov...

Sounds like dissociative amnesia.

See you.

Most of the time I feel like a refugee inside my life,

finding myself in a foreign country

and living geographically without the map

of my biography.

It's a matter of a sudden break, black-out,

a walk in the dark

and then depression becomes a kind of fright...

Joel, telephone!

And all I hear is myself asking in panic:

"What's going to happen?"

Yes?

Hello.

This is Rivka Zimmer

from 19... Street, Tel Aviv.

Are you an emergency shrink? - Yes.

How much for an insight?

Free. Therapy at a discount.

Just a moment,

I'll give you the details.

"You're not dead! Discount rates!

"Your therapy is on us.

"Call MEC, it's free.

"MEC brings you back to life."

Nice, isn't it?

That's the deal.

What's the problem?

The problem is I can't die around here.

Doctor, an hour ago

I took 30 aspirins

and 15 sleeping pills

and half a bottle of Arak,

2-3 sips of bleach or...

I don't know...

But God damn! Why am I not dead?!

Just a second,

in a moment the...

medics will get to you...

Doctor? - Wait. What?

They'll reach you shortly

and I suggest you come over to my place

at... 7 o'clock.

Number 1 Pasternak St. Ramat Aviv Gimmel,

on the 12th floor. -12th floor...

My name is Joel Pomerantz, Dr. Joel Pomerantz.

I'll take care of your problem. Okay, Rivka?

You'll tell me what death has against me?

Death has nothing against you, life doesn't let you off.

That's it.

Okay, so we're on.

At 7 o'clock.

First I'll sleep,

then I'll throw up.

Okay.

Bye.

MEC, how can I help you?

Is it an emergency?

Rachel, get me the number for...

Yossi Sherman, others called about him earlier?

Yes, who is it now?

This is Dr. Pomerantz, clinical psychologist at MEC.

I would like you to come to me to solve your problem.

You're all I need now!

Would you believe the Mualems are suing me for the laundry?

Be grateful your body isn't buried in the ground.

Come over at 8 o'clock,

I live on number 1 Pasternak St, Ramat Aviv Gimmel.

Doctor, say...

How much will it cost me, the cab both ways and you? Over.

Considering your condition and the chance you'll try again,

I'll charge only 300 shekels.

And an additional session will cost you 200,

to convince you that you've already given the army your soul

or, rather, the army has donated your body to life.

So what do you say?

Sherman affirms. Over.

Reporting to you at 20:00 hours.

Right. -Roger, over and out. - Out.

I hope there's no wiretap.

What's that?

It's 700...

"The hills are higher On the way home..."

Yoavi!

Where are you?

Home, Dad! But I'm going to work. Got a great zone:

Jabotinsky, lbn Gabirol, Nordau, Sokolov.

I'll have 500 shekels in fines to my credit.

Great. - But...

What about your patient? He's here in the living room.

Shit, yeah, I forgot.

Is it Tzvi Stark?

Are you Stark? - Yes. Where the hell is your dad?

Yes, it's the old man you've been seeing for 20 years.

He's in the living room and he's nervous.

Okay, I'm out of here.

Good, me too. I'm leaving him here. Bye.

He'll be here soon.

Will you have a drink? - Brandy!!!

We have 777. It's great. - Excellent.

Two sips...

And you're gone. Gone!

777... = 21,

real Black Jack!

In Las Vegas,

if I'm lucky, I'll buy a permit from the funeral department!!

Don't worry, Dad will be here shortly. Where did you park?

I came by bus!

Want some music? - Got anything by Prokofiev?

I've got Zohar Argov.

He's both Middle-Eastern and a Black Jew.

I love nostalgic Israeli songs.

He's that Yemenite who hanged himself, no?

Ever notice how Black Jews hardly ever commit suicide?

They live noisily,

don't get to despair with all those celebrations.

We, European Jews, live low,

buy groceries on credit, like to queue at the public clinic

and our only celebration is "Holocaust Commemoration Day".

Our music runs all day on the classical music station

and our women...

Always don't feel good.

We live in longing and loneliness.

Yes, but they make green chilli sauce.

I wouldn't expect a Yemenite Jew to go hang himself.

His wife probably cheated on him with some Moroccan.

No, the drugs killed him.

I'm off.

Just sit tight.

Listen, son, I'll be fine.

I'll wait patiently.

See you some time!

Are you off already?

Yes. Will you join me?

No, I have a patient waiting.

And another 3 you took over

instead of meeting them here.

Yes.

Dr. Pomerantz,

Joel...

I'm sorry to tell you on behalf of the management that you're fired

because you lure private patients away from MEC.

Really?

You know? I once wrote...

I once wrote a book about the Transient, the Incidental and the Id.

Transient meant being here for 5 years,

wanting to lay you, wanting to be here,

but that's transient.

Incidental and the Id is only

the fact that quite incidentally I am alone,

helpless, with my son,

eating ready made chips,

washing them down with instant coffee and soup crisps.

Not bad...

It's a shame, giving up someone like you.

Nahi arranged a farewell gift for you, a severance check.

See you.

Bye. - Bye, thanks for everything.

MEC, can I help you?

No, sir, we don't treat suicides.

Just temporary sadness?

Dr. Pomerantz?

Joel, I'm really sorry, Nahi asked me to relay his good wishes.

Who? Who's Nahi?

Nahi Kirschner happens to be the CEO of MEC.

A precious man who sees not a dime from this place. -Neither do I.

You don't say?! He is very wealthy, unlike you.

"Isrameat". Imports close to a million tons of beef from Argentina.

He's a great man, a precious donor,

and you wouldn't believe it... - What? -He's a vegetarian.

Wow! Just like Hitler.

Are you fucking him?

The nerve!!

Dr. Gurevitch? Call for you, urgent!

I don't know...

All kinds of bullshit, take this.

Are you out of your mind? There's some 4,000 shekels in here.

Lots of TV dinners for you and Yoavi. - We'll manage on snacks!

But Nahi will be offended.

Okay, trash that idiotic plaque, but...

It was Rachel who put it in, but Nahi...

Never mind. - Never mind what? I mind.

Okay, first of all, respect for getting onto Nahi and Rachel.

Now what's the story?

His wife knows, see?

He doesn't want the papers to get onto it, right?

So his wife who has some asshole shrink for a brother...

to get his wife off his back

Nahi's laying you off at MEC and bringing in her brother.

My God! - Yeah. "Vegetarian".

Joel,

get going, before I get laid off too. - Okay, honey.

See you... sometime. - I love you.

There's nobody like you in this place. - There's no place like this.

Bye.

I shall walk alone, prayerless...

I was cheated, too.

My Magda!

He was a millionaire.

Importer of "A Thousand Islands" salad dressing.

He fucked Magda at the Hilton suite he rented.

She would come home tasting of "A Thousand Islands".

But I can't live without you, my Magda!

Here, I'm coming to you, my Magda!

Here I come!

It's a disaster, this street of ours.

Three months ago Mr. Posner of the 6th floor, Apt. 22 hanged himself.

A months and a half ago it was the Melmans.

They both contracted Western Nile fever

and died three days later. - Yes, sir?

What's this... It's from my place. It's Stark.

Is he alive?

Is he alive? Are you kidding? He's smashed to pieces.

Did you throw him down? - No way, I just got here.

He jumped on his own, what do I know? -Really?

Tell me sir, what floor do you live on,

and what's your connection with the deceased?

I live on the 12th floor, I'm Dr. Joel Pomerantz,

I'm his therapist. - I see.

His shrink. - His shrink. -Yes.

And... what?

I wasn't here, he must have gone psychotic... -Psychotic.

With suicidal tendencies, maybe he jumped because of the Holocaust.

The Holocaust. What a bitch that was! -Yes.

Who wouldn't jump after all those gasses and Nazis?

I too...

What, you too? - No, no.

God forbid! I'm from Marakesh.

What's the deceased's name?

Tzvi Stark. - Tzvi Stark.

He was probably lonely. I get it. - Loneliness is the...

Yes. Loneliness is... You know, I get many lonely people jumping.

It's an epidemic, loneliness.

But now you're free to go. - Thanks.

Thank you.

He's already been taken.

You know, research shows that...

lonely people are the number one jumpers in the world.

Get it? It's a kind of Holocaust. - Yes, yes.

I've read some research on that. - Loneliness is a terrible thing.

Goodbye. - Bye, doctor.

Excuse me, doctor,

do you happen to be lonely too?

By chance...

Yes, I happen to be.

Two people wave to each other

out of nowhere, as it were.

So much loneliness, how terrible.

Yes? -Mr. Pomerantz? - Yes.

Look, I'm Yitzchak Bar-Ner. - Yes.

You summoned me from MEC.

Dr. Pomerantz, right? - That's right.

Come in, please. - Thank you.

Please.

Wow!

What a balcony! Wow!

Anyone jumping here jumps last, eh?

Oh, nonsense. Come, have a seat.

Please sit down.

I wanted to ask you something.

Look, I'm a bit short on money right now, MEC fired me.

Not quite derelict, but...

Some advance payment, those 400 shekels that...

I've got health insurance! And brought the forms with me!

Another asshole! Please have a seat, would you like some tea?

Sure, tea, thanks. - With lemon?

Yeah, maybe some lemon. - Sit down.

Mother fucker!!

You forgot the mayonnaise. No mayo in this sandwich.

I added some lemon and 2 spoons of sugar. Okay?

Fine, fine, I'm fine!

On principle I'm ready to die.

I fear life more than death.

You're right.

She wouldn't even make me tea.

And my daughter, Rinati, sent me one single letter.

Who wouldn't, your wife?

The one who's been fucking that lifeguard?

Do you know how they work out, those guys? What shafts they got?

Incredible, it's such a giant thing, a real sausage.

She's lying there with her legs apart, front, back, anal, banal...

It's from him she learned this,

from that ugly man, just sex,

sex and drugs.

Yes, women are all like that. Listen,

it's all aerobics and fuckobics.

They're constantly fucking and there's nothing you can do about it.

You'll have to get used to it.

One letter. One single letter I got from my girl.

Really? What about your daughter? - What a girl, what a girl!

Honors graduate

of a jet engine mechanics' course, and now...

she sends me a letter with a photo of her boyfriend.

An Indian maharishi!

With wild hair,

about 60-years old.

And I know nothing, I don't know a thing.

Only her mother knows, because she talks to her

while she's fucking that... - Sure, he sticks it to her

with that huge thing of his! - While they're on the phone.

And I know nothing. I don't know a thing.

Why shouldn't I know anything? What, don't I count at all?

I don't deserve anything. Don't I even exist? -Sure you do.

You know what? I'm going to jump right now.

I'm going to jump now! -No way! - No way, who am I anyway?

Who am I? - Stop, wait a second.

Just a second.

This is my floor

and... I...

Without getting paid for your jump

I can't let you do it, I'm sorry.

Jumping from here is not just anywhere. -How much?

I figure it this way: 100 shekels per floor, 12 floors that's 1200,

another 800 shekels for the session. Which wasn't bad. Not bad.

You suffered trauma, but it's okay,

and that's 800, so it's 2,000 shekels.

If you can pay now, because I'm... - On me I've got

400 shekels.

I'm going to get you cash.

I'll just be a moment.

I'm going to break a pension plan and then I'll jump.

I'll get rid of all of you.

From that muscleman who fucks her

and the Indian maharaja who sticks needles in her,

before he brings all the kids in Mumbai to pork her!

That's how I'll get rid of you all. And you too.

What are you anyway? A soul saver?

I'm just working for you, I want you to be rid

of that lifeguard and those Indians! Really.

Lifeguard? Tell me,

are you a psychologist or a psychopath! - I don't know, go on.

Wait, now it's going to happen.

Five hours went by since you were thrown out of MEC...

Bye, bye.

And you're already fixed with a new source of income.

Dr. Joel Pomerantz,

you're going to see big money from your floor's height.

Three seconds.

Ticket-cop, look at you!

Why don't you give yourself a ticket for that ugly face?

Write: "illegal parking of ugly face in beauty zone!" -Okay.

Alright.

Fine.

Yes!

Inspector!

Inspector! Stop, it's only for 5 minutes.

Even one second is too much!

I'm calling a tow truck. - Please! I beg you, 5 minutes.

No. -There's something very important I have to do, just a moment...

I have to summon the tow truck, and if you want,

you can call whoever's waiting for you and tell them what you need,

but this car has to be moved. - No! And don't yell at me.

One second, I just want...

to talk to my sister for 5 minutes.

Listen.

Ma'am...? - Wait a minute!

Listen up.

Right here, upstairs, lives my sister, Yona Cohen,

whose husband,

my brother-in-law, also called Yonah Cohen,

he fu... is fu...

is fuck... he fucked my daughter,

my Ornia, and she's only 12!

I'm begging you, officer, don't give me a ticket,

I've got to screw them and tell them I know about it!

By municipal regulation, this car has to be towed.

So no excuses, your “sense and name, phase.

Come on, let her go!

Okay.

My name is Bracha Nachmias... - Bracha Nachmias.

And I beg of you, don't write me a ticket,

I am begging you.

Please! Don't give me a ticket.

Don't give me a ticket. Why are you giving me a ticket?

Please! -Just once, have feeling! Follow your heart!

Ma'am...

Bracha Nachmias

will now get in the car and get towed.

Bracha Nachmias!

Bracha Nachmias who was up

for the Hassidic Song Festival

and was going there with:

"My God, my God,

"May all this never end,

"The sand and the sea,

"The rustle of the waters,

"Lightning of the heavens,

"The prayer of Man."

Bracha Nachmias!

Bravo!

Thanks, everybody, you can go home now.

Good night!

You too, yes. Go home! - Leave her alone!

Leave her alone!

She's seen enough hardship in her life!

Mrs. Nachmias, here you are.

No!

Let me tow you, officer, to a private parking lot.

What's your name?

Yoav. Okay, Bracha Nachmias...

"Single-Day Rent Agreement"

That's it.

Everything's ready.

I'm waiting for death.

That's how I make my living.

Some car you've got!

Divorce gift from Kobi Suissa.

Well?

Doesn't the name Kobi Suissa ring a bell?

Is he a pilot?

No, a player.

Television? Internet? Film?

Soccer. Does that mean anything to you?

Israeli football.

Beit She'an Hapoel team, center forward,

now he's been sold to F.Z. Bergen for 200,000 Euro!

Here's parking along the blue and white strip,

like the Israeli flag.

Honey, when Bracha Nachmias promises you private parking

Bracha Nachmias delivers.

Bracha Nachmias keeps her promises, just ask around.

Now you get out...

And I go over to my sister Yona's.

It was nice.

Nice.

And in the private car of...

Kobi Suissa of F.Z. Bergen

who just last Sunday gave a mighty header

to the left corner of F.Z. Belsen.

Yoav,

do you...

love me just the least bit?

I let you off on the ticket and the tow,

but it's your last time, no more of this.

I'm not called "Yoav the Terrible" for nothing.

Maybe a last kiss? - No, thank you.

The sun will shine

From Gaza to Rafah

The moon will shine Over Mount Herman's peak

Flowers in the gun barrels

And girls in the turret... - Yoavi?

Dad, I let some woman off a ticket and she gave me a blowjob.

Great...

Dad, I think I love her.

I also wanted to ask you...

professionally,

what exactly is love?

Professionally.

Love, professionally, means losing yourself to another.

It's a psychotic state in which the lover's brain turns the other

into the sailor on top of Columbus' mast yelling "Land!".

A sort of ecstatic discovery of new shores in the salt sea around you.

Love is an illness whose only symptom is terrific longing

to be someone's protected tenant.

Well, there's someone at the door. Talk to you later. Don't forget to call

when you get off work. Okay? Bye.

Bracha Nachmias... Bracha Nachmias.

Hello. -Dr. Pomerantz? - Yes, come in.

I'm Rivka Zimmer, I spoke to you at MEC.

That's right. -We made an appointment for 7:30. -Right.

How did it go with throwing up? - Fine, the medics came

and helped me, and then I got up.

I'm still groggy from the sedative shot they gave me.

You know? As I got out of the cab I looked up

and saw your floor was the ideal height.

Here my death has life insurance... I mean death insurance, of course.

I have nothing against your suicide, jump whenever you like,

as often as you like.

I do have a small problem though:

I can't support your death financially because...

Jump as much as you'd like but... It would simply...

cost me my license. - So how much do you charge?

I don't know, some 1,200... 2,000 shekels.

Cash. -Cash, according to what? - No AVT,

there is no AVT on your loss. - Okay, wait a minute.

I'll advance you 250 shekels.

And I'll be back.

I'm in a real hurry, are you open all night?

All night, all day, Saturdays and holidays,

like an Arab restaurant.

Alright.

1,750 still to be paid, right? - Yes, yes. -Very well.

Only I'm in a hurry... - Where to, exactly?

No, I want to go to my uncle,

he raped me when I was 12,

and I sent him to prison for 12 years,

because his son doesn't know he's my son

and he's done well in real estate and I want to get the money from him.

Look, doctor: I don't want to outlive my age.

I just don't. - You're right.

So I'll be off. - Yes,

let me open the door for you. - Thank you,

but it's open here any time? - Bring your 1,750 shekels,

I'll be waiting with all this height...

Don't you go down a floor... - Right.

I'll thank you as long as I live. - Thank you, ma'am. -Thanks.

Yes!

Dr. Pomerantz,

you're going to make a fortune from people's urge to jump,

they'll pay you for leaping from their dull life to death,

ending that exhausting conflict with petty accounts,

bitter battles, their failed attempts

every morning anew to justify the act of breathing

as if they were their lungs' keepers,

their blood's elevator boys to the brain,

foremen of the arteries that pass all this being

over to that nothingness.

Hello. - Good evening, everyone.

Be seated.

Dr. Pomerantz,

I'm Lt. Col. Yosef Sherman, I apologize for being late.

No, it's alright. - As they say, you know,

"Late for practice, early for combat". - Great.

Can I check out the jump apparatus? - Suit yourself.

Posterity and prosperity.

Look, you also get the...

small chair to help you. - Yes, thank you.

I see it's a strong, serious height. Strong and serious.

Tell me, doctor, how many...

How many ticks from exit to boom?

"Ticks"? - Minutes.

No, seconds. Three seconds and "it's a deal". -As the Jews say,

"We got us a deal!"

No, buddy...

I mean, sir. Sorry.

No deal, I've got my commission here,

that we need... For the height. Do you realize how much that cost?

Sure, I apologize again.

Where did I put it? - Nice.

There.

Great, thank you very much. Feel free to jump.

Doctor,

I just wanted to say that...

we are very sorry

to leave you. Understand?

Until a year ago I was the...

uncontested commander of the Confirm-Kill Unit. -What?

The Confirm-Kill Unit. - Confirm kill? -Yes.

You understand? Until the...

the ease of death around me killed me too, a bit.

I had terrible nightmares, my own death confirmed.

You see, not enough people die for their country. Not enough.

And it's a shame! -Wait, how do you know about my springboard?

Doctor...

Your name and terms are so well-known among the suicide crowd.

Lt. Col. Rivka Zimmer told me about your death reception...

I must get rid of this life.

Yes, that's obvious. - I owe it to serve as a model

for all the soldiers afraid to sacrifice themselves. -Yes.

Hiding from death behind all kinds of shields,

bullet-proof vests, steel helmets, camouflage fatigues... -Terrible!

We must follow in the footsteps of Trumpeldor who said

it is good to jump for our country!

Right, go ahead, jump...

Sir. - Doctor, I look forward

towards my memorial day

at the military burial plot.

The three-volley salute

fired in my honor.

To my wife Orna, with her black dress and sunglasses.

Put your foot on the stool, please. - Yes, doctor, right away.

Long live the Israeli people!

For the glory of the IDF

and the State of Israel!

See you, sir.

"Let my parachute open,

"I'll open the whole world..."

Thank God!

They take their time, these idiots!

Well, hello. -I'm back. - Good. -Here.

Very nice. Thank you very much. - May I come in? -Sure.

Is the balcony free? - The balcony is. Not the sidewalk.

The police is on its way.

I have to go downstairs and explain things to them.

Have a seat in the meantime, take it easy,

it'll take half an hour, an hour. - Half an hour?! -Yes.

May I play cards? - Yes, what?

"Solitaire". It's...

lonely-friendly. - Yes.

I've got to wait a whole half-hour now? Okay...

So you'll wait for me? - Yes, what choice have I got?

I'm just going downstairs to talk to the police.

Listen, sign these papers here.

Here you are.

This shows that you're the owner of this flat for one day.

Until you finish your jump my flat is yours.

Say, you've got yourself a nifty little business here, eh?

How many jumpers a day do you get?

Not even 4,000 shekels worth.

Stronger than psychology.

What a country!

Gotta wait around even for your own death.

Get a number and wait in line, just like at the clinic.

Good thing you came down. Please, sir, come along.

Here, tell me please...

I'm shocked, how is it possible, two people jump out of your flat?

Tell me something, could it be

that these two people who jumped

got sick of their lives because of your flat?

Look here. - Yes.

This gentleman, Lt. Col. Yosef Sherman, signed this for me:

he rented my apartment from me today.

Who is this? - Some Lieutenant Colonel. -I see.

And not reserves either.

Commander of the Confirm-Kill Unit. - Wow!

He was paranoid.

He simply up and jumped because he feared he'd be shot, murdered.

Paranoia. You know what that means.

Where did you grow up, in Rabat? - No, Marrakesh.

Where were you in the army to be telling such stories?

Sentry, schmentry, what's the difference?

What do you mean? Know where I was?

I served on the army radio station.

Yes, in charge of the play-list.

Really? - Yes.

Do you know what a play-list is? - No. -See?

A play-list to play out the songs.

You? - Yes, me.

You're free to go. -Thanks. - But please report on Sunday

for interrogation at the Institute. - Really? -Yes, please.

You're free to go, stay home,

and don't rent out to any more jumpers. Okay? Please.

I'm in a hurry. -Go ahead. Watch out in your flat.

Let's go, guys.

Abuksis and Suissa, listen up:

Tomorrow I want you to check the archives

for his ties with Dr. Pomerantz. I...

smell something rotten in this matter, right?

Get cracking!

Hey, who's cleaning up here? - What do you mean: "Hey"?

If you'd patrol around here more, this wouldn't happen.

People wouldn't be jumping. - Where were you all this time?

You worry about the dead, what about the living?

Breathe some fresh air. Get to work!

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...

What a country!

Hello.

Hello. - Listen,

we're saved by a miracle. You've got to jump now... -I won!

I won. Wow!

I have to pay myself 30 shekels.

Let it go, really.

Let's jump, it's a grand moment for history.

The street is quiet, empty, no passers-by.

Come on, jump. Let's go, pal. - Can I jump now?

And do it well. Yes. - Okay.

Tell me,

do you know the time difference between here and heaven?

Some generations. Let's go. - Okay, so...

I'm gonna jump. - Good.

Here goes...

Here...

Hear O Israel,

The Lord is our God, the Lord is one!

Wait,

they'll come again...

I've got to get him out of there!

Dad?

Dad?

Dad? - What?!

What?

Just a second, okay?

One second.

Yes.

Here, let me sit next to you.

I just wanted to tell you

I was fired from MEC. - Why? What happened?

Never mind.

Listen, I must tell you about my new job.

"Job"...

I rent out our place

and our height,

so people can jump out to their death.

I mean...

People jump, there's even a waiting list,

and I get paid 2,000 shekels

for the right to use our flat as a launching pad to their death.

2,000 shekels? Dad, you're great!

Listen, we're great.

It's unbelievable!

But if they...

If they're dead, what does it mean,

professionally?

That's what bothers you, the professional aspect?

Yes? - Yes.

Okay, so let me tell you.

I'll move over to the other side.

It is a therapeutic commitment.

I was hard at work on this today

and let me tell you

it is no child's play.

Be ready... for hard, somewhat dangerous action, but...

2,000 shekels!

Anyway,

these people

are walking a closed circuit, like hamsters

and their landscape, their reality

is inside a box, they're inside a box

so they go nuts and want to get rid of it all,

turn off everything, close everything up...

they lose all their life values, never mind.

Reality and death is the same for them.

And then they jump...

"Yoav Pomerantz"

I have here only 1,600 shekels.

Can I do still do it?

And here are addressed, stamped envelopes.

Invitations to my funeral, with an apology.

Do me a favor, when it's over mail them for me. Here.

1,600 shekels? - In cash.

We spoke of 1,750. - He wouldn't give me more.

Your cousin, your son, your grandson, the guy in jail...

No one...? -That's all he had. That's what he had.

Okay, you'll have to jump from the back porch.

But I'm in a hurry, soon the...

Soon my niece will come and she's depressed.

She doesn't want me to die, she loves me this way.

Because of her depression. So where...?

It's the back window, near the clotheslines.

Feel free, it's just starch and stuff.

Please, come along.

I don't want to get hit by the lines. - No, you're in a hurry

and we have to finish this up. - So let's go. Quick.

Where do I put my foot? - Up here.

I'll help you up.

Please, Mrs. Zimmer. - Yes.

Wow, it's so dirty here! Terrible!

When you land, the dirt won't bother you anymore.

So, say goodbye and...

Good night, Dr. Pomerantz.

Good night.

Good.

That's it. Finished.

Did someone jump?

The Zimmer woman.

She brought only 1,600 shekels.

I hate just hate it when people don't pay the full amount.

This jump is a state occasion, serious, official.

People just don't know how to die here these days, terrible.

Let's put this here.

I've got something to tell you.

Rather important. It's Albert Camus.

From the "Myth of Sisyphus".

He said:

"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem

"and that is suicide.

"To judge whether life is worth living or not."

How beautiful!

"But one problem, suicide".

What a genius!

Dad, I dreamt that...

people jump down from here.

From here?

Get the door.

Yes?

Yes...

ls this the home of psychologist Dr. Pomerantz?

Yes.

What are you looking for? - This is it.

It's your time to part from all this nothingness.

How superfluous you are!

Charging people for encouraging them to jump to their death?

So what are you waiting for?

But I am proof that life runs along three catalysts:

the Transient, the Incidental and the Id.

That's it.

It's time to cancel it all.

I'm just...

I'm going to hop over...

Okay?

See you.

I'm Efrat.

Efrat Zimmer. Rivka is my aunt,

I saw her going in...

Dad, did you happen to see...?

I followed her on my scooter, saw her going in here.

Where did you park?

By the fence, why?

I happen to be

a parking supervisor.

I'm literally leaning on the fence, no bother. Come take a look.

Look...

What?

A quotation.

My dad is...

the king of quotations!

"Therefore I shall have time to wonder whether I dare..."

This is Dr. Joel Pomerantz. I'm not in...

Leave me a message. -"Time to go back down the stairs

"With my bald spot

"Shall I grow old?"

What did you say your name was?

Yoav.

Snuck out on me...

Got a boyfriend? Someone to hang with?

No.

I'm alone like...

An astronaut's helmet that dropped and is...

vanishing into infinity.

Helmet?

Please.

Why...

Why do you make me feel...

that you're terribly sad?

Aunt Rivka always said...

that life is as exhausting

like the sprinklers that keep repeating themselves.

Another age and another age and another,

it's never ending.

Nothing makes you happy?

Even when I feel good, I...

remember how sad I am.

My father died

in the living room a year ago, of cardiac arrest,

and he was holding a book of poetry.

English poems by Emily Dickinson...

I translated one stanza right away, in his dead ears.

"I felt a funeral in my brain,

"And mourners, to and fro,

"Kept treading, treading,

"Till it seemed that sense Was breaking through."

The chair wasn't like this...

I saw your father coming back from the backyard...

She must have jumped from the back porch.

Aunt Rivka, you will not stay there alone, I'm coming! -No.

I'm coming!

Coming to you!

I'm coming!

Aunt Rivka!

I want to go with Aunt Rivka.

What? -I want to go with Aunt Rivka.

Don't go, you just got here.

You managed to make me bring out

my grief for my father. Really.

You're a miracle! A miracle!

I want to go to Aunt Rivka! - A miracle in the life of a clerk.

Come park by me, it's legal.

Come park by me.

I want to go to Aunt Rivka! I'll watch over you.

Would you shut up? I'll watch over you...

Finally

The end has come

And I am joining the majority

Lying quietly in everlasting peace

No more traffic jams

Six feet under life

With the banality and trivia of a hurdle race

Over AVT and real estate and stocks and bonds

And I am finally

Lying under earth's cover

Against all the nothing that passed through my life

And you'll continue your journey

From random birth through incidental CVs

Until id's death

So transient...

Everyone is crying bitterly over me

Accompanying someone dead of lung cancer

Certainly during the Shiva, between the wine and fruit

The widow reminisces:

"My husband lay dying in lchilov for 6 weeks,

"I visited him daily in that ward

"and parking around lchilov is such an ordeal.

"Now I'm a widow stuck with 35 parking tickets!"

And I'm finally

Lying under earth's cover

Rid of all that nothingness in my soul

As over me that essential journey

Of your life is controlled by those three:

The Transient, the Incidental and the Id.

I know that from now on, on the earth above me

My son is in love

And human once again.

And I who was so superfluous

Know that suicide is telling God

"I resign".

From now on, slow down

Nothing more to be late for,

No more explanations for my death

And I lie and wait for you because...

Life is an illness with a 100% mortality rate.

And you'll journey on

From accidental birth through incidental CVs

To id's death

So transient.