All language subtitles for Burning Land (2022).Retail

A FILM BY LIRAN SHITRIT

SAMARIA, 2001

During the War of Independence,

ten Jewish soldiers barricaded
themselves in this shack

for a week against the Jordanian Legion
so this hilltop would be ours.

No Ishmaelite jackass is going to get on
this hilltop and defile it.

Today, we are going
to bring back the glory!

-Baladim! Baladim!
-Baladim!

Baladim!

Run, Chico! Run!

Get out of here!

Go away!

Go on, Bambi!

Scram!

BURNING LAND

...in a wide-range operation
that began this morning,

and Arafat said to his people,
"I am ready to die a Shahid."

Two killed in a suicide attack by a
terrorist at a supermarket in Jerusalem.

Did I get a letter?

Two were killed in
a stabbing attack in Netzarim.

What?

Did I get a letter
from the army or not?

I didn't check.

It's hot.

They won't recruit you.

They don't recruit people
with criminal records.

Since when do you know anything about
recruitment? You evaded the draft.

No, I didn't. I was pregnant.

So it's my fault again.

Why do you want
to enlist, anyway?

Do you think they'll recruit you
for an elite unit?

Be thankful if they let you work
as a cook in your situation.

Here. Buy yourself
something to eat.

I have my own money.

I got paid.

I can't let you stay here.
Someone else is coming.

Not here.

-Go somewhere. I don't care.
-Stop! This is my house.

You don't want to be here? Go.

I swear if someone walks through
this door, I'll bury him.

Great. So instead of going
to the army, you'll go to jail.

Arnon called.

He asked if you remember
your meeting today.

Of course I remember.

Tell him what he wants to hear.

-I know what to tell him. Go home.
-No, it's important, Yair.

Tell him you have a new job.
That you're going back to school.

And tell him,
explain the situation.

Tell him what happened at home.

Don't hide it from him.

You call this a home?

This is how it is, Yair.

You'll only make it worse
if you end up in jail.

He changed the location.

- The usual, Arnie? Whisky sour?
- Whisky sour.

I'll have what he's having.

No, you can't have a whisky sour.
Give him cola or something.

Why are you ordering alcohol
in front of me?

It's a bar.

Yes, but in my report,

I have to include everything
that happens between us.

Okay.

Did you send
the recommendation letter?

-I did.
-And?

It's a recommendation.
The army will decide what to do with it.

But chances are
they'll approve, right?

Yair.

Meanwhile, let's make sure
you stay out of jail, okay?

-Are you still working in the same place?
-Yes.

Good.

-How's it going?
-It sucks, but they pay on time.

Any incidents at work?

If I pay them a visit and ask,
is that what they'll tell me?

I'm like a Tibetan monk over there.
Ask them whatever you want.

What about school?
Do you have the forms for me?

-No, but I'll have them next week.
-Why didn't you do it yet?

Don't pressure me.
I told you I'd do it, and I'll do it.

But it's critical you get back
into a framework!

Terror attack!

Another attack?

How are things at home?

Not great.

But it's better than jail,
I presume.

Did Mom find a job?

She's still
getting unemployment.

Do you know if she has
a steady boyfriend?

-Why? You back on the market?
-I'm serious.

Does she?

-Does she bring men home?
-What difference it is to you?

-Because you almost killed one.
-He attacked me.

Tell that to the judge!

We're here to make sure...

that the circumstances that led up to that
don't happen again, do you understand me?

Now, I want to know if
strange men come to your house.

No. No one.

This should cover it.

Until the trial,
no drugs, no alcohol,

and zero violence.

Zero.

-You bastard!
-No, Yair!

Yair, no!

-Let him go!
-Move!

I'm calling
your probation officer.

It's all because of you,
you whore!

Go, go. You piece of trash.
Just like your father.

Where are you going?

The last stop
is Netzach Yisrael.

It's in the Shomron.

Shomron?

Are you getting on or not?

Think about it logically for a second.
You don't even have a buyer.

I will, with God's help.

Yeah? That's what others said,
and look,

the houses are still empty.

It's a risk we'll have to take.

This situation
can't go on forever.

The country will
help us. You'll see.

And how long will that take?

A month? A year? Huh, Mordechai?

However long it takes.
But listen.

Leaving is not the solution.

Just tell me what you want.

I want to sleep in peace,

not in fear that terrorists
will enter my home.

Can you protect me from them?

The army will surely intervene.

It's only a matter
of time, Yoni.

Mordechai.

We've already decided.

Bro, did you know that I invented
putting cola in the stew pot?

Give me a break, bro.

We put cola in stew back
in elementary school.

Yeah, you can
just pour it in like an idiot

or you can reduce the cola
and cook the chicken in it.

It's not the same.

Come on, Chico.
Play already.

Don't pressure me. Okay.
Take two cards and fuck off.

Don't curse.

You'll eat your kippa when my cola
chicken becomes a hit and I become famous.

Actually,
I prefer your fish in hot sauce.

What are
you talking about?

On the hikes at the yeshiva,
the chicken is a hit.

There's not much of a choice.

It's either your chicken
or what they always give us.

- Tuna that tastes like sand.
- That son-of-a-bitch counselor.

Quit cursing!

Whatever, but in six months,
I'm starting an apprenticeship

with Haim Cohen with God's help.

- Haim Cohen? The cook?
- Chef, you moron. Chef.

Chef. What's the difference?

What's the difference?

He's an artist, bro.
That's the difference.

After in internship with him,
I can work wherever I want.

In Israel, abroad.
The guy's a legend.

How will you get from
the middle of nowhere to work with him?

My mother worked with his wife.

Doesn't
your mother clean offices?

She cleaned. Now she's...

at home all day.

How does that help you?

She still has his number.

So, just wait. One day, I'll have my own
delicious, kosher restaurant.

And you'll all be invited.
Save the date.

Breathe, breathe.

Talk to Rabbi Grunberg.

He'll write you
a recommendation.

A recommendation?
He's ready to kick me out of the yeshiva.

He won't kick you out.
Believe me.

I don't need his recommendation.
I already have experience.

I'll start with the cold food
and then--

What experience
do you have?

Cooking for us is experience?

You're making such stupid plans.

You cooking with Haim Cohen

is like Chico
turning into Bob Dylan

or Bambi studying in America.

Okay, I'll humor you.

Let's say he accepts
you somehow. Then what?

You'll cook for
millionaire leftists,

twelve hours a day
in some stinking kitchen,

until some Arab
dishwasher comes along

and will pop your tire
the minute you turn around.

We don't want to
see you full of holes...

because every one of your tires
is Michelin.

Michelin, bro. Michelin.

- Let's make a toast, Asher.
- What's that? Who's there?

What's with you?

Nothing. I just saw
the fire from below.

Well, now you saw it
from up here, too.

Hey do you have any water?

I've been outside all day.

Come.

Make room for him.

Anyone eating that?

What happened?

Your dad get mad,
block your access to porn?

My dad?

Even if I drank poison, he wouldn't bother
getting up from the couch.

-So you're not close, I guess.
-He left two years ago.

Oh. Where?

I don't know. I hope he's dead.

What's your name?

-Yair.
-Shimon.

This is Bambi.

Asher.

Chico.

And Elroi.

Know how to play Taki?

Taki was invented in Haifa.
Don't you know that?

Okay, Elroi, deal the cards.

Let's see if this secular guy
knows anything.

What does that mean?

What?

That graffiti over there.

I don't know.

We didn't write it.

There were Arabs here before.

-And where are they now?
-What's it to you? Are you from the UN?

No, just wondering how you got yourselves
a hangout in the middle of nowhere.

We are building
a new outpost here.

- So, you kicked out the Arabs?
- They ran away.

Ran way or you chased them away?

-Frisk him.
-Frisk him!

Leave me alone!

Frisk him! Look!

Frisk him, Chico!

Frisk him! Frisk him!

-Frisk him!
-I don't have anywhere to sleep!

You can't sleep here.

My advice, take the first bus
out of here and go home.

Avraham, throw it on him!

Get out of here!

-Where are you running?
-Stop it, Shimon.

-Let me go!
-Why are you crying?

-Why?
-Stop it, Shimon!

Go to school.

I didn't think
you'd still be here.

Losing sleep on
that piece of plywood?

A cigarette first
thing in the morning?

You have a light?

Look, I want to apologize
for what happened.

Okay.

They're always looking for us.

Causing us problems.

We have to be careful.

So, I talked with the guys.
We're inaugurating the place tonight.

We'll be glad if you join us.

To complete the interrogation?

No interrogation.

Come tonight, eat some hot food,

calm down for a few hours.

I'll think about it.

Hello.

Welcome.

Where are the owners?

You're talking to them.

Are you looking for workers?

Wouldn't it be better if you'd
get a paper route or something?

This is hard work, in the sun and rain.
You have to haul things.

And you do all that?

Of course.

Then so can I.

I pay minimum.

That's okay with me.
As long as you pay in cash.

At the end of each workday.
And I don't promise the hours.

When the work is finished,
you go home.

Agreed.

Do you know anything
about working in a vineyard?

Once, when I was little,
I had a Chia Pet.

A figurine with a face on it
that grows grass instead of hair.

-I know what it is.
-I kept it alive for six months.

That was a class record.

-Six months, you say...
-Hm-mm.

Go to Fadi.
Tell him you're the new worker.

I don't shake with men.
Go on. Go to Fadi.

What?

I don't understand.

Pal.

He says,
"Save some for the wine."

Two idiot policemen go on patrol
and find two roadside bombs.

They decide to take them back
to the station.

On the way, one cop asks,

"What will we do if one bomb
explodes in the car?"

The second cop answers,

"Even if we bring in one,
they'll give us a bonus."

Okay, guys, see you tomorrow.

With God's help.

And this is for you.

Thanks.

Wait. I'll just get my backpack.

♪ Roots ♪

♪ An ongoing story ♪

♪ In the features
Of your face ♪

♪ I close the distance ♪

♪ I always return to you ♪

♪ Wait for me there
At the end of the journey ♪

♪ You look at me ♪

♪ And I see myself
in your eyes ♪

♪ You remind me ♪

♪ Of who I am ♪

♪ With you ♪

Come on, Chico!

Whoa!

-What's going on?
-What's that smell?

What did you put in?
An ant's liver?

Wait a minute.

Now admit that it was worth inviting him.

Hosting guests is greater than
receiving the presence of God.

"Blessed are You, Lord our God,
for creating the fruit of the vine."

Amen.

♪ Hands, touching hands ♪

♪ Reaching out, touching me ♪

♪ Touching you ♪

♪ Sweet Caroline ♪

Da-da-da!

♪ Good times
never seemed so good ♪

Salaam Aleikum, Elvis.

Who are they?

What's the party?

A housewarming party.

And you didn't invite us?

Did you invite us
to Id el-Adkha?

We could smell the lamb
all the way home, right, Bambi?

Maybe you'll come next year.

It's the house
with the red door.

Next year, you might
already go back to Jordan.

This hilltop
belongs to the village.

All of you go home.
End of story.

These screwballs
thinks this is Masada.

Are you really
looking for problems?

Get out of here,
I'm telling you!

Go on.

What are you doing?

Are you deaf?

This is our land.
Take your friends and fuck off.

Who are you, anyway?

Stop!

You're giving in to this Jew?!

-Are you serious?!
-We're going...

You won't stay here much longer.

Two thousand years and counting,
motherfuckers!

-I can't believe it!
-Wow!

He really threw a punch! Bam!

He let him have it!

I thought he killed that Arab.

Go home!

Where are you going?

To school. Starting early.

Okay. I'll stay here alone.

No. You're coming with us.

I'm not registered anywhere.

So, we'll change that.

We are citizens of
the State of Israel...

and as such...

we must abide by its laws.

There will come a moment...

in which you will
face a dilemma:

To follow the laws
of the State...

or follow the order
of your faith.

What will you do?

With respect, Rabbi,
I think that the Torah says

that a country's laws are valid
according to Jewish law.

"The king's heart is
in the hands of God."

In the 15th century, in the
kingdom of Castilla in Spain,

Jews prayed secretly,
breaking the laws of the State.

Are you telling me that
they also broke the Jewish law?

-No.
-With respect, Rabbi.

In my eyes, it's all clear.

The Torah says it's forbidden
to worship idols,

to desecrate the Sabbath,
written black on white.

Unfortunately,
this is foreign to the State.

The State has its own laws

that sometimes
go against the Torah.

The laws can be changed
to what they used to be

to reflect the Commandments.

But there is also
a law in the Torah

that lets parents stone
their son if he makes too much trouble.

If it's written in the Torah,
then that's what is done.

But what if the majority of
the nation don't want that law to exist?

And if the majority of the nation want
to evacuate a settlement?

I would evacuate you voluntarily.

You are a traitor to your nation!
That's what you are!

- At least I'm not a psychopath like you.
- Shut up!

Who are you, anyway? Shut up!

Shut up!

When I was 20, I served
in the Mista'arvim Unit...

and once,
we were chasing a terrorist.

All we knew about him...

was that he prayed in the Sa'ad
el Hashim Mosque in Gaza.

The commander
came to me and said,

"Go into the mosque, get
right behind the terrorist...

pray the entire service,

and then kill him."

I said, "Commander,

I don't have any problem killing
this terrorist,

but I can't pray there.

It's idol worshipping.
It's a desecration to God.

I won't do it."

Then he said...

"It's an order."

And an order,
gentlemen, is the law.

On the Sabbath before the operation,
on the way to the synagogue...

I met my rabbi,
of blessed memory...

and he said, "I'll help you.

Any time that you pray
a Jewish prayer silently...

there's no problem."

He solved my problem.

Think about what I said.

Why did you leave?

No reason.

Me and my mom don't get along.

I don't know any teen
who gets along with his parents.

She's probably looking for you now.
She's worried about you.

I doubt that.

So, you just got up
one day and left?

Yes.

Did you see my bag?
I put it here somewhere.

-It's here.
-Can you please take out what's inside?

You should take the label off
a bottle after you steal it.

-I didn't steal it.
-Oh, you bought it?

It's a '95 vintage.
That's 300 shekel a bottle.

I don't know what Shimon
told you--

Are you stealing
from the settlement?

-This should be reported to the police.
-No, no. Don't do that.

So, tell me the truth.
What are you doing here?

I'm awaiting trial for assault,
and I broke probation.

Assaulted who?

The man who was with my mother.

Her boyfriend?

A friend who pays.

And your father?

He left us.

Not before getting into debt
with the entire world.

Do you want to learn here?

What about registration?

As soon as there's documentation,
they'll come looking for me.

You will make amends here,
not in jail.

I can't hide here forever.

When that time comes...

we'll deal with it together.

Pass it to me!

To him! To him!

Yair.

Come.
We need one more for soccer.

But you're already four.

Asher copped out.

He went to rest. Come on.

Professor,
are you doing my homework?

First, set me up with shoes.
My sole is falling apart.

I'll get you a pair.
Don't worry.

What are you doing?

Go and get it.

Police!

Asher, Bambi,
come quick. Police!

Make a row in front
of the shack.

Yair! What's with you, Yair?
Chickening out on us now?

There's an open case against me.
I'm wanted for trial.

The rabbi told me.

Decide where you stand

because the "Baladim"
aren't leaving this hilltop.

-What are we going to do with you?
-What did we do now, Benny?

Come on, Alberman.
Time to evacuate.

Benny, this hilltop is part
of the settlement.

-We live on it. What's wrong?
-Don't mess with me.

This hilltop is located
in Area B.

Come on, Benny, what is Area B?
An invention of the leftists.

-Everything here is the Land of Israel.
-The Land of Israel.

How do you think they established
the settlement, huh?

This is exactly how it began.

It's not my decision.

The orders came
from the Civil Administration.

Turns out a couple of Palestinian boys
from Kudna complained

that you took over
the village's land.

Let them complain.

We're not going anywhere.

Shimon Alberman, you don't
have to give the Shabak

any more reasons
to bother us, believe me.

Your father already
caused enough damage.

Don't talk about my father.

-Don't do this.
-Be a man!

-Refuse to obey orders. Say--
-You're under arrest!

Motherfucker!

What are you doing?

Son of a bitch!

Sit down, please.

- Alberman, Shimon.
- Here.

- Grossman, Asher.
- Under house arrest.

Klausner, Elroi.

Also under house arrest.

Kagen, Yair.

Here.

Yair, come to the synagogue
right after class.

I want to help you
make up some material.

"You shall not avenge nor bear any grudge
against the children of your people.

Love your neighbor as yourself."

A person hurts you,
does something wrong to you...

you are forbidden
to take revenge.

Does that seem just to you?

If a person hurts me,
I'd hurt him back.

That's justice, no?

Everything that happens to you,
good or bad, is from God.

When one is hurt by another,
he must know in his heart that his sins

are what caused God
to bring this about.

I heard you had trouble
with the police.

They chased us off the hilltop as if we
were settling in someone's backyard.

When we established
the settlement,

they called us "settlers,"

"pioneers," "trailblazers."

Today, it is "cancer in
the heart of democracy,"

"fanatics," "extremists."

But it was policemen from the
settlement who kicked us off.

Judah's men were the ones
who turned Samson over to the Philistines.

Book of Judges, chapter 15.
We already learned that topic in class.

Do you remember what
happened there? Verses 1-10?

The father of
Samson's Philistine wife

marries her off to someone else,

and in revenge,
Samson burns their fields.

Samson burns the Philistines'
fields, not to take revenge...

but to serve as a warning.

Hurting him
equals hurting Israel,

and hurting
Israel comes at a price.

Keep reading.

Hey, Shimon?

Asher and Elroi got warrants.

Warrants?

Restraining orders in Judea
and Samaria without a trial.

They have to find a different
yeshiva and live in dorms

because they can't even leave
their homes in the settlement.

They really meant it
when they said

-they'd throw us off the hilltop.
-Shut up!

Okay, at least you have
a bed to sleep on.

You can sleep
in my mother's bed.

She sleeps at work
during the week.

My father really let me have it
when I came home yesterday.

I'm going to get on a bus
and get out of here.

We need to hurt the Arabs

until they understand
that if we don't have a home,

they won't have quiet.

We have to scare them
until their balls shake,

until they're scared
to leave their homes at night.

In the end, they'll be glad to get rid
of this hilltop just so we'll stop.

What a cute terrorist
we've grown here.

This is the only way to get back
what is ours.

I'm in.

Bambi?

Me, too.

What happened?

Okay.

Come on.

Can you see anything
with this mask?

I don't see anything.

- Is this a good place?
- Shh!

Who's the beauty
who was at work with you today?

♪ And you, in your Jeep ♪

♪ You're listening
On a stereo ♪

♪ And Mono's outside ♪

♪ And black and white ♪

♪ And you're in your Jeep... ♪

So, tomorrow,
we'll see you with a kippa?

- Look, look!
- No, no!

Are you insane?
Don't throw at houses!

- Let go, let go!
- Let's get out of here.

Shut up! Shut up!

- Someone's there.
- Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

-Dad!
-Boy.

Come here, boy.

-Dad!
-Boy, come! Boy, come! Boy!

-Dad!
-Boy, come!

- No, Shimon!
- Come outside already!

- Dad!
- Come already!

- No, Shimon!
- We have to get out of here!

Run!

THE GRUNBERG FAMILY

What-- what happened?

We have to talk to your dad.

-Now?
-Yes, now.

Uh...

Okay. I'll get him. Come in.

My dad will be here in a minute.

Did something happen
at the yeshiva?

No, nothing serious.

My darling.

I suggest that you play
the next part even stronger.

But, Dad,
this part isn't in forte.

And the solo
isn't written for an oboe.

-Okay, I'm just doing--
-Listen to what I'm suggesting.

Okay, what's this all about?

With respect, Rabbi,

you know that the police
evacuated us from the outpost.

I know.

All because of the Arabs,
may they rot in Hell.

They complained
to the Civil Administration.

-That's why--
-I know that, too, Shimon.

What I don't know is what you're
doing in my garden at this hour.

We just got back
from the village.

-Something happened--
-Chico, let me.

In the heat of the moment,
something happened,

and a Molotov cocktail
was thrown into a house.

Listen to me. All of you.

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

Don't talk about it
with anyone ever.

And you weren't here either.

Now get out of here.

We'll put on plaster
or something,

so it won't be freezing
in the winter.

We can grow tomatoes here...

potatoes...

lemons.

From now on, we don't owe anyone anything.
We'll depend only on ourselves.

- Bastard!
- Why inside the house?

Are you a total moron?

What do you think you're doing?

- What's with you?
- Let me go, Bambi!

-You ruined it.
-You murdered a kid, you degenerate!

-You asshole! You ruined it!
-The entire house burned down on him.

Stop, Yair!
He didn't mean to!

-Does that make a difference?
-Come here!

Calm Chico down.

You're new here.

We've been at war
since the day we were born.

Who did that kid fight against?

He was with the Arabs
who came up here.

That boy didn't deserve to die.

Do you want to talk to me
about justice now?

Shimon...

do you really think
he deserved to die like that?

Do we deserve to get stabbed?

Do we deserve to
get blown up in buses?

And my dad?

He was stabbed 15 times in the back
and they left him to die on the street.

Did he deserve that?

It still doesn't justify
what he did.

You beat up a lot of people
in your life, right?

You never lost control?
Never went overboard?

Never close to
something like that.

Yair, it was a mistake.
He didn't mean it.

What do you think
you would've done in the army?

Deliver gift packages
to Palestinian villages?

Tell me...

do you really think
what he did was okay?

Stuff like that happens in war.

They took our home.

We got it back.

But you have a home.

I have walls and a roof.

And you have a bed to go back
to in Haifa if you want.

What was that?

Calm down.
Just shots in the air.

But why are they shooting?

Because there's
a funeral in the village.

We need to have
guard duty from now on.

Every day, two others.

And what about school?

Give it some time.
We'll go back.

Do you smell that?

The smell of ripe olives.

It will be a good harvest.

Where did you get that?

What?

That sweatshirt.

Is Shimon Alberman your friend?

Yes.

Where did you meet him?

He gave me a place to live.

I thought you lived
in the dorms.

If you're hanging around him because you
need a place to sleep, I'll help you.

That's okay.

Listen to me.

Maybe it's not my place to
tell you who to hang out with,

but Shimon Alberman is not someone you
want to be friends with.

They said that about me once.

Naomi.

Can you come and see something?

If anything happens,
you can tell me everything.

I'll help you.

One, two, three...

You made a mistake. There's 200 here.
I only worked four hours.

It's not your fault
there's no work.

-You said it was by the hour.
-I know what I said,

and still, that's the pay.

Are you sure
you want me to continue?

You don't need to pity me.

Believe me.
I'll manage just fine.

You'll be a much better
winemaker than politician.

Come back on Tuesday.
Without the sweatshirt.

On Tuesday evening,
November 21st, where were you?

In the gazebo below the hilltop.

What were you doing there?

- Sitting with friends, playing cards.
- Names.

Shimon, Tzvi, and Yitzhak.

Besides them,
did anyone else see you there?

There was no one else.
It's in the middle of nowhere.

That gang that calls
itself "Baladim,"

was involved in activities against Arabs
in the past. Are you aware of that?

No one ever
talked to me about it.

On the night of the fires,
there were eight hours,

eight hours during
which no one saw you.

The Shabak already has a few
conjectures about what happened.

That one of my students murdered
a boy in cold blood?

That's not what I said.

But this is a murder investigation
and they're on my back.

While they stand behind your back,
they call you a messianic extremist.

They're stuck on the story
about Shimon's father.

-What about Shimon's father?
-He didn't tell you?

He told me that Arabs
stabbed his father to death.

Only after he entered a mosque
and killed five of them.

The Shabak want to know if you met with
a Jewish terror activist,

who might have hinted to you
about a revenge attack

or gave you assistance or
guidance how to organize one.

That is all. Thanks, Yair.

I'll need his details
and those of the three others,

ID numbers and everything.

Do you intend to
keep going with this?

It's my job.

Listen carefully.

If you give
their names to the Shabak,

they'll see neglected children
with kippas and side locks,

and will frame them with this
without thinking twice,

but I'm telling you,
they didn't do it.

With respect, Rabbi, I hope so.

I wish I could
trust them like you.

Don't trust them. Trust me.

What you're thinking of doing
will destroy this settlement.

It will mark us

forever.

All of us.

Wow, it's freezing.

What's to eat?

Ugh. Who made this?

Forget that.

Look what I brought.

Here, eat.

-Thanks, I'm not hungry.
-Eat. Eat.

You led Benny off like nothing.

Shimon, the Shabak is involved.

Hey, Yair, you're burning up.
Can't you see he's sick?

He's been like that all morning.
I told him to go to the hospital.

No hospital.

I told you I can't go where
they'll take down my details.

Don't worry. At night, I'll make you
an awesome folk remedy.

Shimon,
did you hear what I said?

The Shabak is involved.
They're conducting an investigation.

Every other day, there's
a suicide bomber in Israel.

How long do you think they can deal
with a fire in some old house?

They classified it as a murder.

What?

They turned it into
a murder investigation.

Is that what
Benny told you? Murder?

That's crap, Chico.

You know it's crap.
It isn't murder.

Can we stop talking about it
for God's sake?

And if we stop? Will it go away?

-What should we do?
-Nothing. Act as usual.

Just calm down. Have a donut.

-But the police is investigating.
-Stop talking, I said!

It's a holiday.

Let's light the second candle.

♪ Blessed are You, Lord ♪

Blessed be He,
blessed be His Name.

♪ Our God,
King of the universe ♪

♪ Who sanctified us with His Commandments
And commanded us ♪

♪ To light the candle
Of Chanukah ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ Blessed are You, Lord ♪

Blessed be He,
blessed be His Name.

♪ Our God
King of the universe ♪

♪ Who made miracles
For our fathers ♪

♪ In those days, at this time ♪

♪ Amen ♪

Like in the Rock Hall
of Fame, right?

Like what?

You never heard of
the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?

It's a museum.

That's where all
the greatest musicians

hang their guitars
after they retire.

I saw it once in a movie.

Chico...

I promise I'll buy you
a new guitar.

I'm never going
to touch it again.

Why?

Because who will listen to me out there?
There's a million like me.

You want to stay
in this shack all your life?

-God wants me here.
-This is only temporary.

We'll all get out of here...

to air-conditioned houses.

♪ Come out, my Beloved,
the Bride to meet ♪

♪ The inner light of Shabbat,
let us greet ♪

♪ Come in peace
Her Husband's crown of price ♪

♪ With song and good cheer ♪

♪ Among the faithful
of the people so dear ♪

♪ Enter, O Bride
Enter, O Bride ♪

♪ Come out, my Beloved ♪

♪ The Bride to meet ♪

♪ The inner light of Shabbat,
let us greet ♪

Shabbat Shalom.

Look, I know
it's a difficult situation.

The entire country
is in a difficult situation.

Now, they're calling it
the second intifada,

but believe me that I know
we've suffered more than anyone.

We'll make it through
this period.

And we have to remember
that we're not alone.

An entire country stands behind us,
and the country will help us.

They shoot at my workers!

We have to flatten
all the villages in the area!

Until the very last one.
Where's the army?

Friends, friends, I ask you.

Friends!

We have to put
an end to this!

From where did
they shoot at your fields?

From one of the hilltops
in the area.

So, it's time for them to be
under Jewish ownership, don't you think?

-With respect, Rabbi.
-I know, I know. Yes.

We are law-abiding citizens.

In the Sinai,
when they ordered us,

we left the settlements that
we built with our own two hands.

We uprooted ourselves
from our land because

they promised us a dove
with an olive branch.

Shimon Alberman.

He and his friends
call themselves "The Baladim."

They built an outpost on
the hilltop, Givat Ha'Asarah.

Shimon, stand up please.

You know, I...

I look at these boys,

and I see ourselves
when we were young.

The spirit that we had
now flows through them.

This settlement
will flourish and bloom,

the hilltops around it will
be filled with Jewish families.

But...

it obligates all of us

to stand shoulder to shoulder,

and with God's help, we will act

and we will succeed.

Get out! Out! Everyone out!

Everyone out! Out! Everyone out!

Come, come, come, come!

Out, out, out, out!

Wait, wait. Stop!

What are you doing?

Bambi!

Shimon!

Shimon! Shimon!

Get out of here!

Let him go,
you assholes!

Let him go, you murderers!

Let him go, you assholes!

Let him go!

Let him go! Let me go!

The Arabs are here.

We'll climb up the steep path.

You have no idea what happened.
We threw lots of candies at them.

I hit one of them
in the eye by accident.

- Ouch! Shlomtzi is bothering me!
- Shlomtzi, stop it!

I didn't do anything.

- When will the food be ready?
- Soon.

- But I'm hungry now.
- Just a minute. You can wait.

Hurry up already,
fucking schnitzel!

-Hey, hey. Mom doesn't let us swear.
-Okay, sorry.

I miss Mom's food.

Done. There's pasta
and schnitzel.

- Is there ketchup?
- I want ketchup, too.

- No ketchup.
- It's not good without it!

So, don't eat it!

Come to the table.

"Blessed are You, Lord our God,
King of the universe,

- who created various kinds of grain."
- Amen.

Are the Arabs who came to the hilltop
the same ones as before?

What difference does it make?

They burned the synagogue.

The Torah scrolls, the entire school.
We have to take revenge.

Shimon. It's up to the army.
The police. It's not for us.

You heard the rabbi.
Only we can do something.

It's 20 people on the hilltop.
They will kill us.

They'll kill us or we'll kill them.
It's all in God's hands.

Shimon, are we really
going to die for a hilltop?

Listen to me.

Let's just get out of here.

We'll make something of ourselves far away
from all this crap.

Bambi will join us for sure.

Maybe we'll manage to get Chico
out of the house.

We can try, can't we?

Hmm?

Or we can be men
and conquer this hilltop.

Many good men fought and died
for this land,

and I won't hesitate
to join them if necessary.

Calm down.

Let's wait for
the rabbi's approval, okay?

I'm telling you he's going
to tell us to drop it.

The Ministry of Education asked me to say
that they know the situation is volatile,

and that you are harboring
a lot of anger,

but you are being
asked in every way

not to take things
into your own hands.

Take things into your own hands!

Every grain of
this land is holy.

It's a Biblical commandment to return it
to Jewish ownership.

A commandment!

You burned a synagogue.

Torah scrolls.

Your blood will flow.

You burned a boy, my brother.

He was 13.

In the name of Shahid Hussam,
your blood with flow, too.

"Remember what was
done to you by Amalek,

"and in the land that the Lord,
your God bequeathed you as an inheritance,

eradicate the memory of Amalek
from beneath the sky, do not forget!"

"And we wrote that a soul for a soul,
an eye for an eye

"a nose for a nose, an ear for an ear,
a tooth for a tooth,

"and also take revenge
for wounds.

"But he who does charity
will be forgiven.

"Those who do not judge all that God
brought down from the heavens,

they are vile people--"

Who are you? Who?

Shimon!

Run!

Get out of here!

Yair.

Shimon! Shimon! Shimon! Shimon!

Shimon! Shimon! Shimon! Shimon!

Shimon! Shimon! Shimon! Shimon!

-Shimon! Shimon! Shimon!
-What do you say about that one?

That's the next hilltop,
and the one after that.

Shimon!
Shimon! Shimon! Shimon! Shimon!

Is this what
you want to do with your life?

In a few months, they'll leave
you and start their new lives,

and you'll stay here
on these hilltops.

Is that what you want, too?

That's what God wants us to do.

I'm not going up
to another hilltop.

What?

I'm not going up
to another hilltop.

Isn't that what you wanted?

You're part of us.

Stay.

Stay!

Yair?

I'm all right.

-No, you're not all right.
-Everything's okay.

What happened to you?
What did you do?

I was in the Shomron.

In the Shomron?

How do you feel, Mom?

How do I feel?

I don't feel anything anymore.

You shouldn't have come here.

Mom...

all the money I saved up
is in the house.

Open the drawer
and you'll find it.

It's not a lot,
but it will help you, okay?

But it's your money.

Take all of it.

I won't need it anymore.

Why?

I'm going to turn myself in
to the police.

You know what that means.

-They won't settle for a reprimand.
-Be serious.

The prosecution will ask
for a jail sentence.

You don't have
a probation officer to help you,

-and your money isn't enough for a lawyer.
-That money is for you.

I'll manage. Don't worry.

Okay?

Good.

-I have to go.
-I'm coming with you.

20 YEARS LATER

- Yair?
-Yes. Hi, darling.

-Did you get there?
-Yes.

And how is it?

The same houses, the same land.

Even the same smell.

Come back, darling. I need you.

Yes, yes. Of course.
I'll come back.

Hey, do you want
to say hi to Daddy?

Hi...

Gilgil, how are you, little man?

He's a little shy, I think.

Did Mommy put some wine in your bottle?
You're not clear?

Oh, no! Daddy's on to us!

Why does all the fun happen
when I'm not there, huh?

The fun is waiting for you here,
and he's trying not to fall asleep, right?

Okay.

Don't fall asleep, Gilgil.
Daddy's coming for dinner.

We're waiting.

-I love you.
-We love you, too.

Bye.