All language subtitles for Urban-Tale_2012_English-ELSUBTITLE.COM-ST_19645668

City story

Well!

Come on, work!

Yes!

Come on, work!

Come on!

Okay, okay, to work, come on!

Wait!

Wait!

Okay.

You guys go on the street

not in a combat stance.

You never know where it will attack.

No one will say: "Now we fight". It
is always a surprise.

Okay? Most importantly, most
importantly - to see.

You have to see where to strike.

Don't just pounce.

Pounce and miss, you die. This is the
end.

Now, a shot. When strike, it is
necessary to turn the leg

otherwise, you will never get to the
knee.

If you hit the knee, the opponent
will never forget it.

Imagine what his knee - broom and
change it.

This you must do with ease.

For testing the impact

you need to put it 200 000 times.

It's a workout. How to play the piano.

Exercise, exercise, exercise.

One of the two. Or do you have it or
not.

If you don't have it, you will die.

Now, in this exercise, I want
straight punch

to the knee and side kick

the one who is approaching from the
side.

You never know where the enemy will
hit you.

You have to be ready to attack from
the side.

Don't think of it as a pear. This,

and he will attack you if you are not
ready.

Okay? You are all the time in
defense, all the time protection.

If you are not attacked now, this
does not mean that it will not attack
through 2 minutes.

Okay?

I want a job as a strength, not
speed. 3 minutes. Forward! To work!

To work!

"Relaxing and soothing massage"

I'm a year older than him.

And are worried about it.

He is fallible.

I think I have a chance,

even a good chance.

I'm only 17, pleasant appearance.

Intelligent, I think.

I have a chance to achieve something
in life.

I want to believe that everything is
in my hands.

I have a whole life ahead of you.

It doesn't matter which path I
choose, I'm sure you'll succeed.

When you're young, you can be
confident.

Before you all open.

You can put up with everything but
not with a wrinkled skin.

If close my eyes I imagine myself at
your age.

17.

Smooth skin, firm Breasts after first
sex.

I would give anything to lose my
virginity again.

Feeling, the adrenaline.

I didn't even have the thrill between
your legs.

No blood, no pain. Almost without
pleasure.

But I knew that there was something
awesome

horrible and important.

Even if there was no blood on the
sheets.

My heart was beating like crazy.

Now my chest becomes elastic only
when you are back.

The rest of the time? Fallen,
lethargic.

Why don't you have sex with girls
your own age?

You're a quick draw.

You can, though, and quickly, but
many times during the day,

that turns me on.

I'm coming from the mere thought that
you are still desirable.

I have not got much time left. High,
two to three years.

And then all the students will treat
me like an old cow.

There comes a age when you can no
longer fight the decay.

Someone has already said, you were
right,

that woman is the vagina, surrounded
by a large amount of fat.

This is what you will find if you
remove the skin.

That vagina has seen a lot of members.

've seen and felt.

My mouth sucked a lot. And swallowed.

This does not mean that I'm hopeless
for love.

My butt also knew lovers.

It licked many times.

I'm all open and liberated.

Not like girls your age.

Three kids came from my vagina.

Although it cut me open and sewed up
again,

because I was weak vaginal muscles,
no matter how much exercise I did.

I could not sit all day, training the
vagina.

I had to run, to work, to teach.

Teach you

your entire company with a carefree,
self-satisfied cynics.

Yet, you on top of the world

and there you will remain, until the
skin begins to wrinkle.

But, there's still time.

I can suck with no end of your cock
and know what can.

Nothing to worry about...

Can you give me a lot more sperm.

I need the address.

We give only phone numbers.

I need a name and address.

I have no address, only the name.

What is the name?

Kaminsky.

The city? The area code?

I don't know. Will look for myself.

Sorry. I need more information.

I'll transfer you to my supervisor?

- No, I'm satisfied.
- Okay...

In tel Aviv there are several
Kamenskih.

I don't think he's in tel Aviv. Try
the North.

This is your friend?

Not close.

This is my father, but I haven't seen
him since three years.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize, you don't know him.

What about your mother? Do you know
her?

She died.

This is the reason why I'm looking
for my father. To tell him that she
died.

Okay, leave it. I don't think it is
possible to find someone.

Why am I looking for a man who left
me in three years?

I loved her mother, Yes...

But mother could only talk about
trivial, everyday.

I couldn't tell her about periods or
boys. She was sure that I meet

and she definitely couldn't talk
about sex with me.

I don't understand why it was so
important for her that we found our
father.

Guess when she died, my maternal
instinct told her

we need a father who will protect us.

I trust her instincts, but this time
she was wrong.

I am sure that we have to find him.

Everyone should know his father.

I do not agree. I won't make that
mistake.

We got along well without him.

In addition, this relationship with
the teacher of the Tanakh...

- What's wrong with my teacher? Is -
a disease.

What is the disease? This is no
disease.

She's married, right?

She has children?

Yes, three.

Three children.

On the same day when talking with
him, I began a search.

I have access to all hospitals,
prisons, shelters, psychiatric
hospitals, etc.

I was able to communicate with all of
them because he represented the
official organization...

So I started my search. Here
Kaminsky, Kaminsky there.

There was something... in his voice...

I realized that not everything about
him is good.

I can't explain what it is. It could
only be felt.

So... we talked and...

I really wanted to help him.

What to say to a person who hasn't
seen his dad since the age of three?

I don't know what to do in such a
situation.

I didn't want to get bogged down in
this,

because we were warned,

and, if you happen to be such, must
be reported to the supervisor.

But, I wanted to help him. Don't know
why.

If the receptionist said that he's
not here, won't be easy.

We try to be very organized.

Even if he did a few hours ago (these
cases do not happen here)

maybe somebody left it in geriatrics,

for this I'm here.

We have different departments.

Day hospital, you might think that
day.

There are branches of each health
insurance Fund.

All patients there - the members of
the relevant health insurance Fund

not in need of hospitalization,

except patients, of course.

If you want to go to a private
hospital, it is at your expense.

There are outpatient clinics, staffed
by specialists,

especially for postoperative
observation.

For them you need a form 17 from your
health insurance Fund with the
payment obligation.

Outpatient clinics - subsidized. They
see many patients,

and the doctor who accepts you, not
necessarily your doctor.

Family doctors here.

We have millions of people.

We accept hundreds of patients per
week, thousands per month.

Sick people so much.

We are all sick, incurable.

Can not hope that the doctors really
can cure you.

They apply all that studied and know,
and act accordingly.

But, they can't be too bold,

because everyone has access to the
case histories, and doctors are
afraid of the courts

criminal negligence and all that.
Therefore, they follow the dogma.

You can not hope that the doctor is
God. It is - hopeless.

Even the best doctor can't stop
death. The best he can to hold her.

There's coffee in there.

Don't get off your mind, if you get
to the operating room.

The operation takes hours, a lot of
time.

If you staff, everything you do here
- it's your job.

We all have different experiences.

For some reason people waiting in
line at the reception,

always look very miserable.

Almost all look like victims.

No matter what they have, they always
look awful.

As if someone left them here 40 years
ago and never returned them.

If you call the ambulance and be
hospitalized, you will pay for the
call.

If you're hospitalized, that's
another story.

"The basement"

I called, sister-Registrar

this is the best that can be found
here.

I love to care about people. So I can
forget about myself.

Everyone chooses their own poison.

I worked some time in intensive care,
but it's not for me.

Here, we came in geriatrics.

Want to find your father.

Where's mom?

Why didn't mom come?

If you ever write about me,

tell your friends that life in our
day is dangerous

and, if you do something

go to the end and not complain.

How much is this chewing gum?

How much chewing gum in your kiosk?

How much of the rubber band?

How much for this band, but only
mouth-to-mouth?

Give me a chewing gum and a package
of OCB.

I have a weakness for the boys, what
do I do?

Lior!

Lior, when you finally enter into me?

When you come into me like a bull,
Lior?

Children play soccer.

Lior will hit the free-kick.

10 points white cowards and insane
cum.

I - the enemy of aging.

Are you attracted to me, aren't you?

You're not in the same class with
Lior?

Just child.

No Lior, it's just her sick fantasy.

She went to the roof.

How much this gum?

How this gum is yours? Lucky your
store is always open.

You're such a successful guy.

"Successful small"?

"Successful small" - password
homosexuals.

"Successful" password homosexuals and
women.

Old women?

Old women? You call me old?

Lior, when you come into me?

Come into me like a bull, Lior.

You opened me up.

You cut me into ten parts, Lior.

Can you introduce me to anyone?

I once had sex with a guy like you

but what... he had a dick like a
donkey.

I'm fucked, because all my
girlfriends had sex with him.

They wanted to know what it's like to
copulate with a donkey.

Hurt. Do, it hurts.

Between us, it's a nightmare.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Incidentally, I don't swallow.

It is strange, but I don't swallow.

You've been together?

He wants you, to be sure.

Of course, you are already doing
this, aren't you?

Be seen by your eyes.

Okay... it is clear that dealing with
this.

In this case, ignore and forget all
the stupid things I said.

Don't let me ruin everything.

God grant that your love will never
end.

Let it be eternal.

In fact, I wish this for you.

I hope you realize that I'm a blatant
liar.

One day this love will end.

He will leave you, and you're going
to cheat on him.

Your love will end.

Think well before continuing with
that love crap.

How long you can endure his face?

Same hair, same ass.

My mother suffered father exactly two
days

and then began to twist on the side.

I noticed right away. Girls
understand this.

She even let me in on their secrets.

As you can tell secrets like that
12-year-old girl?

When your Breasts are starting to
bloom,

you start to think about boys,
sexuality.

So... nice-nice between her legs.

I really hope that none of you, in
fact, does not love the other, or
someone else.

This is pathetic. I'm not ready to
take a chance.

In the world there are men that I
mourned.

What would you say? In the club or
home?

The truth is that I was devastated.

I'm going home.

What I have to do at the club?

Go home.

Maybe Lior will drop by, who knows?

Good night.

Damn!

Barely found Parking...

Then, some jerk that worked for us...

I thought that was wrong with the
damn ads.

I have to see how it looks on the TV.

The time?

Five to eight.

And who are you?

I am the representative of the
student body.

I came to introduce your wife to our
questions regarding the final
examinations.

It is very important to prepare for
the exams as best you can.

Therefore, the contribution of the
teachers.

The final exams? Still doing this
nonsense?

As if it ever have helped someone. I
got lousy scores on exams

and now all day sell people shit.

Certificate is not needed to sell
crap to people.

Take, for example, this new
television campaign, which we did for
detergents.

FYI, even after washing

the Laundry is dirty.

Damn dirt remains!

All the dirty, dirt has no end.

Terrible, right?

Due to this, I live. Fear of a human!

I spit on fear.

I'm sick of pseudosocial existence.

You work for the shareholders,
without the possibility to
possibility.

You're so exhausted, that increase
the polyps in the ass

that turn into cancer.

Shareholders suck your blood and they
get the interest, not you.

The interest for growth, interest
development, interest...

the nose of competitors,

for each indicator, they get a bonus.

And what do you get ?

Once a year you get some chocolates
or flowers

for the successful launch of wacky
goods,

you push through, with confidence
that it's literally the invention,

and, in fact, is shit, as I said.

The rest of the time you get phone
calls and SMS

from the CEO for a job well done.

Tell me, how much is SMS?

To hell with SMS, give me money!

You are absorbed by the organization

and become flesh of her flesh.

If you raised your hand to his wife,

this is because you had a bad day at
work.

If you're nice to her, it's because
your campaign was successful

and you appreciate, finally, a few
hours or a few days

to the following organizational
problems.

The Chairman of the Board of
Directors does not know you,

he even never heard of you.

He only knows that he has a great
human material.

He had no polyps or suspected cancer.

What?

He is indifferent to you.

He makes his money own 10 fingers.

10 fingers. And he won't lift either
one of your Asses

to remove the polyp.

What? He doesn't know you, why would
he want to get his hands dirty for
you?

Tell me how to request a salary
increase do you teach?

It is more important than the study
of the Tanakh, for sure.

One day you gather all your courage
and rise to the General Director...

He is in his office?

It's hard to say, his Secretary
stepped out to the toilet,

and you take the opportunity to slip
into the office.

You knock on the door.

Does he respond?

No. You knock again.

And hear "Yes" from behind the door.

"Thank God", you say with joy and
enter.

Sit back, relax, take a deep breath,

wipe the sweat on the face, and hide
a nervous TIC.

Remember that even if you have no
power, it is extremely important to
be persistent.

Don't sell yourself cheap.

Say to yourself: "I give to the work
of all forces, and entitled to decent
money.

I am valuable to him. I will achieve!"

Tell him you're not easy,

you don't have enough salary, that
money is not for you

as for your wife, children, and
elderly parents.

Your son - hepatitis, my daughter -
measles,

the wife cellulite, the elderly
mother has cancer,

your father incontinence,

and you have a small polyp in the ass

you want to delete.

CEO looks at you alarmed

and say that this year, due to the
economic situation

projected losses and all salaries
frozen.

"Of course, you noticed", he says to
you,

"we had budget cuts in every
Department.

If we save, we can avoid having to
send people home."

He wants to say "fire" but it was a
bad word.

You immediately ask yourself, "I am a
candidate for dismissal?"

And come to the conclusion that it is
better miserable wages in hand,

than no revenue to a Bank account.

And, so, you're just left out in the
cold,

and the CEO looks wise and
responsible.

He has 250 employees.

250 families to feed, and you're
messing with his head

his polyp.

Petty selfish. Go home and be happy.

Come back in six months, maybe you'll
get lucky.

I - human material advertising
company.

No one will remember about me after
death.

Here, the advertising starts.

Let's see how this shit looks on TV.

Good luck on the exams.

It's childish to go to him.

I didn't want to see it

my father, I mean.

This "grass" for my mother.

It's legal, for medical purposes.

My mother suffers from terrible pain.

She has cancer, incurable.

In cancer, pain throughout the body.

It is allowed, it is the treatment.

I got to her. Every week I get.

But soon even the "grass" will not
help, she will need morphine.

Then she'll get used to morphine and
die.

You will have to return. I have a
recipe.

You can't just arrest me.

The police arrest the bad guys,
criminals, not children like me.

When you have cancer, you will
understand. You don't have cancer?

I don't wish this for you, I just
know.

If you live long enough, cancer will
overtake you.

So says the statistics.

Unless you have cancer, you are the
most healthy person in the world

and the next day you suddenly sick.

All have a diagnosis: you have cancer.

The results of the biopsy to wait for
long,

and, meanwhile, prepare for the worst.

So it will be easier.

So it was with my mom.

So everyone catches up with this damn
disease.

Don't tell me that little "weed" can
cause harm.

My mom needs it. And I would not hurt.

Stop talking nonsense, mother not
Smoking "weed"!

I know what "grass". "Grass is grass".

Why invent excuses?

I'm trying to help you, don't look at
me like that, okay?

Remember well my words, and I will
save you.

Why never a word of thanks?

You go to the police.

In the police Academy you
continuously inspire

how important your service

what do you do to keep order in
society and in the state,

what you are opposed to anarchy,

and with all of these illusions in
mind you are going to serve.

And then you feel the shock of your
life.

First, you're not sure

do you think it is, of course, a
mistake, it is just a coincidence,

but then you realize it is so.

No one wants to chat with you, no one
loves you,

all hidden, only see you.

Don't get respect.

Nobody's afraid of you. Even small
children.

You're rejected, not desired. Leper!

To stay away from you - only that's
all they want!

It hurts me that nobody loves me, it
hurts.

Why were you born? To be unloved?

It seems to me that many things was a
mistake.

I was supposed to be a COP and a
detective.

Go to the end.

You live your life, and then you
realize you made a mistake in
choosing a profession.

Tell me when fall of the twin towers,
there was at least one hero COP? No!

There was only the fire which fell of
the building!

This is the problem - to change the
profession at my age.

It is not a profession, it's my life!

If I ride all day in a patrol car,
it's my job.

That's what people will say about me.
I drive around all the time.

Not, maintain order. No.

Ride on patrol car

no one loves me, and all flee from me
as from fire.

A patrol car and fire - that's all
they will remember.

You know why they invented skinny
jeans?

Ask any woman, she'll tell you.

Every woman knows that men need a
body, meat.

That's why they invented skinny jeans.

The more fit the better.

Man needs this.

This world is one big whorehouse.

Look at the girls.

They all wear the same dresses, same
pants, same underwear.

They emphasize the chest, shoulders,
legs.

One thing they emphasize:

brains.

I'm too fond of it.

Wife forced me to get involved.

She had her ass little sex

and all I care about is her ass.

She even gave me a chance to use it.

For many months I admired her ass,
followed him everywhere.

If her ass was turned to the right, I
also turned to the right, if left,
and I went left.

I was thrilled, bewitched, enslaved.

I forgot that the ass has a face,
personality.

In the end we got married.

I and ass.

Then she was pregnant.

By natural means, not through the ass.

For some reason,

sometimes

for some reason

a woman gets pregnant.

And you're going to cum inside.
Simply must.

Children's meal.

Children is slavery.

Women were never really free from
slavery.

You give women rights

but they are still just models that
sell you a coke.

Are you sure that if you buy a car,

or the fucking coke, or TV

you will also receive the model.

But where's the model? Where is the
model?

Where are all the half-naked girls
hiding in the corners

winking, smiling, looking at you on
top with advertising?

Allowing you to strip them, but only
there

on the poster, on screen, in your
dreams.

You've never met them, never!

Where are all these models

when I unpacked your new Japanese car?

Where all the girls with perfect
Breasts?

Where are they when I drink their
nutritional shit?

Where are they? I see our women

thick, scarred, fat

wrinkled, sloppy,

swollen, sagging, drooping, ordinary
women.

Where are all these slim models,
without the fat?

Why do they mock us all the time?

Why wink?

It's time to strip all Actresses,
announcer,

girls-forecasts, models, presenters

models-leading, leading-models

and half-naked Actresses. Why only
the floor?

We want to see everything, we're
hungry!

Don't just wink, give us a full
penetration!

We will look with his tongue hanging.

"No virtuous programs with a hidden
meaning!"

"Goodbye, erotica. Now, finally, only
real sex!"

"24 hours a day, having sex in front
of you, in high resolution in the
evening hours!

Give it to everyone. We'll buy
everything!"

Do you think models orgasm?

You think they don't simulate it?

Really, really, do they wind up?

This is interesting.

I've never been with a model.

But, it doesn't matter.

Here's the thing: while women will
sell coke,

they will remain whores.

This will only change when women will
again begin to keep their virginity.

If we consider a woman as a sexual
object,

it will be the lowest grade.

Sex is the root of all evil.

Real purity is a gift from God.

That's why I decided to exclude sex
from your life.

To tear myself from this cycle of
suffering.

But that's not why I'm here.

I killed my wife.

I hated my wife always,

but fucked it periodically.

If we want to stop the killing of our
women

we must stop fucking them.

Would you stop walking already?

Remember we went to the bar?

I remember I met a guy there?

He fucked me in the ass.

In the ass?

In the ass.
- He raped you in the ass?

He didn't rape me. It was at the
request and consent.

But this moron was inexperienced and
fumbled in the ass half an hour.

He didn't want to stop.

Don't make that face. I need variety.

Now there hot as hell.

I've had that before. Need 3 days, so
the pain is gone,

and I forgot about it.

This asshole so burned, now
everything hurts.

Simply had to say "ass", and he came
at the same moment.

But, there was a buzz, literally,
high.

Never repeat my mistake. Don't fuck
with the first comer.

It's okay if you have sex, I'm not
jealous,

but not with the first comer.

Be good, not every shit.

You don't have to be overly
proactive. I'm not a supporter of
this feminist shit.

Let him do his job, let him find your
G-spot if it exists.

Who cares, as soon as you cum,

let him find your clitoris, anus,
anything to please you.

And most important, don't fuck if you
don't want.

Just don't fuck.

And don't read the boards in those
glossy women's magazines.

They are all so unnatural and
contrived. And porn movies too.

I'm not a fierce feminist, but, best
to portray it.

Everything in life is connected.

And don't be afraid, even if it seems
too eccentric.

You have to learn to suck. It turns
men.

They will appreciate you highly.

The fact that you have a vagina,
doesn't mean everything will be easy.

Do not be embarrassed to engage in
anal sex.

It will hurt the first few times, but
will give you a new level of orgasm.

Should learn to lose control, it's
better than drugs.

Learn what excites you, and who
excites you.

Remember, sex is the glue that holds
marriages.

Sex and nothing more, not even money,

if you're not frigid,

and, as we know, no...

And do me a favor, do not feign
orgasm.

I've never faked an orgasm never in
life.

You have to know what it's like to
have sex with a man.

It is a pity that you can't try with
my brother.

Sex with a woman is not the same.

To fuck with a man is something else.

You should try it.

What is this "noodles" about "grass"
for your mother?

A lot of the time it will take to
find out that she died?

Anyway, let's get out of here.

Get out of here soon.

I feel bad.

I know the judicial building.

This place reminds me of prison.

I was in prison.

Let's get out of here.

I'm talking about what happened with
me...

I was literally on top of and
collapsed, literally, all the way
down.

From a lawyer turned into a criminal.

I sat, more than a year. But all of
this behind.

I'm back and happy.

I realized one thing:

the life of the rich and the poor
will never meet,

when your car will not get in a
traffic accident

where you kick ass in the other car

as it happened to me.

In fact, you can crash in someone's
ass

even if he is poor, right?

And... you're too young for that.
You're not gay, right?

While we're on it, FYI, homosexuals
enjoy.

I tried. Not with a man, I'm not gay,
God forbid!

A girl from school. She fucked me.

Excessive stimulation

prostate massage. A waste of time.

So, I ran over some poor woman, and
they raised a terrible noise.

"The rich killing the poor," they
wrote.

What is the relationship with money?
Tell me.

What is the connection? It - an
accident, a mistake. It happens. This
is life.

You win something, you lost something.

It happens. What is wealth? People
like to hate the rich.

We do not sit and plan on how to
"exploit the poor". Right?

We have monstrous plans for how to
starve people to death.

They were born poor and die poor - it
is life.

I promised you something when you
were born?

Anything promised to you? I don't
even know you?

You came, you're free.

It was not a difficult problem. Did
you get a chance, my dear.

You're so cute that I don't know if
you can have another chance.

Take my advice: if you don't want to
be here again

don't try to prove how tough you are.
This place is not for you.

They will follow you. Be smart. Keep
your head down.

Sister is waiting for you. How old is
she?

Good.

She has a boyfriend? She likes
authority figures?

Forget what I said.

I have enough girls...

They're so naive.

Really think that doing everything
right.

They are exhausted, but at least I
can say I know them

and they are worth something.

I could never be with him, even if I
forced myself.

Because he is a child.

He will always be a child. Beautiful
but baby.

She...

honey.

Very nice.

Matured, with God's help.

You're not a little boy, who took
away the toy.

You could sit around and cry when
someone took away your candy.

You couldn't afford it when I was
little.

The other children saw your weakness

and you hurt.

They know your weak spot and make you
cry.

Here, he's going to cry. She was
about to cry. Can't handle it.

Only the girls cry. But, see, he is
crying too.

Girl. Baby. Gay.

And you can't handle it.

No matter what you hate them.

They're teasing you.

And the tears begin to flow, and you
can't keep them.

It's like a curse. They know it, and
you know it.

Some of them feel hurt,

but that's not stopping them.

You thank the Lord that you can't see
his face, distorted by pain,

knowing that your friends, these
so-called friends,

catch every drop,

every tear

every sparkle in your eyes.

Tears are flowing, so salty and
bitter.

Nothing in the world has such a
horrible taste.

Tears you thought suppressed,

stayed inside for a lifetime.

Cry, let them go outside if you can.

We didn't know that going in.

Between the stress of birth and the
shock of death,

really do not have time to do
anything.

When you come out of stress, you have
80,

and you're on your last legs.

Your family is sitting around,
watching your chest rise and fall,

making sure you're still breathing.

And then, in those moments, you
realize

I could do everything differently

if I had a little willpower.

But, of course, you were afraid to
lose everything

so, not taking that chance.

And now you realize it's too late.

But you lot don't think.

The only thing you care about, is the
next breath.

Every breath requires more effort

terrible effort

more time to breathe, and to breathe,

until the last breath.

No one will tell us that we ended up
your way.

It should not be.

It's hard for me to see him after his
return.

And, when he returned, he almost
immediately left again.

He thought to come here

but I decided I already have enough
tests in one day.

So we agreed to meet in the office of
my insurance company.

You have a crappy retirement plan,
that's right.

You need 10 000 shekels a month to
live, when will the pension.

Suppose you retire at 60, right?

Let's say you'll live another 10
years to 70.

This is normal, right?

Now, look. 10 years multiplied by 12
months 10,000 per month.

It goes 1 200 000.

You know? I don't just give you the
amount.

Now, under the policy, you have 10
000 shekels.

This is 13 000. A total of 23 000.

Next. These policies are passive,
since no money for them there.

On your main policy if the amount you
save each month

let's see, assuming that the sum
accumulates.

So, what have we got? It turns out
330,000 shekels.

330 000 shekels divided by 12 months
and 10 years

out 2 750 shekels a month.

You will receive a pension 2750
shekels a month. All.

What can be done now with 2 750
shekels a month?

You'll be eating canned food from
waste.

I don't like it.

Start to accumulate. In fact.

Do you have some money in the Bank?

And, you have children.

This is not your son, right?

Too cute.

Look, kids - this is a large
expenditure. Adult children too.

And you have no apartment. Still
without an apartment, without
property.

So 1 200 000 shekels minus 330,000
shekels...

You know what? Let's get 1 000 000
shekels.

1 000 000 shekels minus 330,000 NIS,
670 000 remains.

Minus 670 000 13 000 shekels

minus 10 000 shekels with your old
policy

out of 647 000 shekels.

So you need to save for retirement
647 000 shekels!

You have a problem.

Start to accumulate, honey, in fact,
start to pay me little by little.

Our generation is really squandering
them. And my situation is not better
than yours.

You need to start to accumulate,

and not to live as if tomorrow will
not.

In any case, you need to save each
month 2 600 shekels

and this is the minimum for you

also, just to keep the account for 1
000 shekels

and, in addition, to buy an apartment.

If you do all this, you will be able
to live modestly in retirement.

Presumptuous, of course, expect to
live to 70.

One out of every five people do not
live even until retirement.

Dies much sooner.

I can't do it.

Tell him he's shit if he even
recognizes you.

He knows me and he remembers you.

Do you remember him?

I remember it very well.

I remember we were in the circus, and
he held the cub in his hands.

I remember a shower in the garden.

I was 3 and you were 4.

You don't remember.

You really don't remember anything
about him.

You only remember the stories that
you have heard about it.

I think of other memories.

I think of myself, coming up with
desires,

sorrow.

I remember something the dog dragged
me to the neighbors,

and I had a deep wound under the eye,

they were treated in the house, in
the bathroom, and I was bleeding.

Mind you, I'm not making this up.

It happened when you were in first
grade.

You cut under the metal table with
green plastic.

Nonsense. You invent.

Now you have the opportunity to ask
him.

Although, he wasn't here when you
were in first grade.

Only in your imagination.

You sure you don't want to meet him?

Sure. Sure, because I hate it.

I want to erase him from her mind.

I don't care how he lives if he's
alive,

if he is suffering.

I don't care if he's in his right
mind,

or he forgot who I was.

I can deal with, Alzheimer's disease,
or paralysis, or cancer, or diabetes

kills every cell in his brain.

I don't want to know him.

Don't want to approach him,

don't want to forgive him.

Forgiveness means concession.

Forgiveness means that I don't
remember what he did.

Forgiveness means that he wasn't so
terrible.

And it is wrong.

What he did was awful. Awful very.

You act like a child.

If you ever decide to meet him, it
may not be.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

My father had a lot to us.

But he stopped to take care of us
when were old.

He was a handsome Israeli.

It was written in the newspaper:
"Israeli beauty".

He was the country's first big BMW
motorcycle,

and he, the first in the country,
traveled around the world.

He was known and...

When he raced down the street, and
the girls heard his bike...

So she met him.

When my brother was born, the
problems began.

I guess he had enough of women.

When I was 14, I left home

but he continued to help mom.

When she was diagnosed with cancer, I
returned home...

and soon after this she died.

You want to make me cry?

I was worried about my brother.

He went.

I finally found him in a nursing
home, somewhere in the mountains.

Sister told me that he's all alone,
no family, no children,

from the category of people that are
exhausted by life.

If tired, tired.

I wonder how people can stay so long.

Any little thing can make me
depressed.

When I had the flu, I wanted to die.

I really thought about suicide.

Not practically, but theoretically.

Our family was not suicide, our
parents didn't love it.

But when you're old?

What is the lifetime limit?

And this old, tired man still clung
to life...

God knows why.

"Kaminsky"

Yoram! Yoram!

Your son came to visit you!

And... wonderfully, wonderfully.

He stays to dine with us?

And... wonderfully, wonderfully.

Father, do you remember me?

When my father was dying, he didn't
recognize me.

"Mere licht" (light) he said.

A my mother, who thought I didn't
understand what he says

said he missed me.

I was young and handsome,

and I was sure that I have a whole
life ahead of you,

and I have a chance.

And I thought you can fuck the
sister, who had nursed him,

and that will live forever.

Be a pedophile, I'm a rapist... and
you never grow old.

Today, no sister will not suck me.

Even you will not regret.

It's like... something changed in my
head

but nothing has changed.

Only the body has changed me.

You didn't bring the camera, right?

I don't want to be remembered like
this.

I don't see any sign that you are
concerned.

Why would you come take care of me?

My life behind.

Never thought I'd live to see this.

I don't understand how this happened
to me, I can't believe it.

Nothing like this has ever happened
to me.

What do you do all day?

Wait.

Waiting for what?

The best of days.

Nothing like this has ever happened
to me.

Only a few months ago, I have
traveled, around the world.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, this
disease.

I was healthy as an ox.

Mom came too?

No, father. Mother died.

And... sorry...

And...

And your sister?

You're... you're Dating her?

She's fine, but couldn't come, she's
got exams.

Already studying? At the University?

No, father, she school final exams.

She is studying?

Different. All that can be explored.

Mother told you that I wanted to take
custody of you,

to travel with you, travel around the
world? I was worried about you all
the time.

Even now.

Take care of your sister.

Find out how she's doing,

make sure she has it all.

You have a connection with her?

What does she do? Do you ever see her?

I told you she couldn't come. She's
got exams.

I don't know why your mother left me.

Are you sure she died? Sorry.

Father, you broke up with her. Not
her.

You left her. You left her and us.

How can a father abandon his own
children?

We could die and you wouldn't even
know.

I had....

I couldn't stay, it was impossible,
it was unbearable.

You can't understand it.

You're still young, you'll never be
in my position.

Take care of your sister.

I already care about her, not waiting
for your instructions.

I'm trying to convince myself and her
that I'm not over you,

but, in reality, I do not love you.

And your daughter care if you are
alive.

We can say that she hates you. She
didn't even want to come.

It is a pity that she didn't come. I
could see her.

She's got exams, right? At the
University?

Yes, she has exams.

Father, I don't love you at all.

I left a little bit.

When I leave, I'll take care of you.

You're not even happy that I came.

You didn't like what I drew for you,
and I was painting for others.

I drew dad, who is raising her baby.

Strong, with a mustache similar to
settler.

Even in 70 years, the father should
be a father.

You're not even a shadow of itself.

You're someone else.

Can't be having you for my father.
Can't be that I like you.

How am I going to live all the
remaining years? I'll die of boredom.

50 years is a long time.

What will I do all this time?

So much time longing. 50 years of
sadness.

But, if you continue to live, guess I
can too.

We have the same genes.

While I was a kid, I lacked the
courage to follow through.

Father... bless you.

Hey!

Where are you?

Look, the battery is running out. I
met up with my father.

- Okay, and...? I need you to come
pick me up.

You little? Go home myself.

You can't do without me?

He was asking about you. I'll talk
about this when I see you.

Come and get me. Maybe you want to
tell him "Hello"?

I will not come get you again. I have
things to do.

Go home Sam, I'm sure, will reach...

They were doing it together, I mean,
he was fucking her.

He deserved to die.

Okay, maybe not death, but he still
deserved punishment.

He didn't deserve punishment.

I think he killed himself because
couldn't stand that shit.

The pathologist must sign the form of
issue.

He operates now. A family conflict.

It will take time. A lot of wounds.

Sit down.

Don't worry, the broadcast will be
repeated.

I already know the final score.

Otherwise, I would not have hatched
out.

Lacity win, if you're interested...

Periodically I'm looking for
something else

but, usually, not find anything and
return to sport.

The idiocy of the sport.

No, it is not. I love sports.

But to sit in front of the TV without
moving your butt?

This is something else.

And not because sometimes one team
tries to beat another.

There are games and many seasons.

You fooling, I tell you,

this game is the most important, much
blood will be spilled...

Then you find out that it's just
another game

and even if your team loses it's not
the end of the world.

You can continue to live.

Because every year is a new season

and there will be new players.

Yes, it's the greatest players you
never saw!

New Maradona, the new Michael
Jordan...

I ask you, as you can see

how do you know they are not kidding

Portuguese penalty? Because 94 they
are the masters in Europe

and you can't get them from the
quarter-finals.

This is a disappointment, if you
think about it.

Of course, you don't have to think
about it.

Is there power to think about it?

Even if you think about it, you think
only 2 minutes, no more.

You have no strength.

You're exhausted and frustrated.

You can't fix the world.

Are you struggling to cope with their
own problems.

And even if I destroy all around what
I achieve?

How can you watch history channel?

Hitler, Himmler, Hitler, Himmler.
Tired!

American sitcoms I'm not able to
watch.

Only when they destroyed the twin
towers,

I realized how much I hate Americans.

All this white trash. They deserved
to die!

What a stupid nation!

How much shit they produce!

In short, all I have left is a sport.

Mainly football and basketball.

On the first half. I'm going to pee.

You fool!

I told you: "Be careful!"

Why do you need to see it? What is
this need?

You were not made for this.

Fool!

Told you: "Be careful!"

Why do you need to see it? What is
this need?

You were not made for this.

Asshole!

Told you: "Be careful!"

Why do you need to see it? What is
this need?

You were not made for this.

Fool!

I don't think it was possible to
prevent it.

There was no error on the part of
those who have the attitude.

In my profession there is no such
thing as a mistake.

That's an oxymoron. In life there are
no mistakes.

Life is life, not a theory, it's the
real thing.

I see it every day, it is my duty.

I am getting the overall results,
weigh all "for" and "against"

and I can confidently say, with full
assurance that it was impossible to
prevent.

We have very clear laws and
regulations.

There is a reason!

It consists of many elements,

and each of them has an explanation.

No one appeal against my decisions.

I have said before, the criticisms
were not.

It cannot be assumed that one case is
like another.

Each case is special.

Moreover, even cases that seem similar

as a result, be very different from
each other,

perhaps even the opposite.

Suppose that we want to be sincere,

Yes, in this case, brother and
sister, as if to say...

It is the case that overshadows and
makes to revise my work.

Through this experience, I was forced
to mobilize all their skills,

all their knowledge, their experience,

and even take the help of colleagues.

And I can tell you that from the
moment we start work,

will not be going back.

There was no way to take the boy out
of this situation.

There were reasons!

Do not think that we see only a
General picture.

Can be that wide view, the view
containing the interest

maybe this interested look.

Please note, I am not convinced what
happened is not what you wanted boy.

My experience is that the vast
majority of people

manage your future in advance,
indirectly, unconsciously.

As absurd and unbelievable as it
sounds,

although most people can not affect
their future

neither in everyday life nor at all,

in most cases,

the future of every particular person

inherent in it, in man.

You can argue, but I'll try to
articulate:

the fate of each person and
personality

tends to be realized initially.

Sounds funny?

But, it is.

Based on real events

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