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[soft tapping]

[soft footsteps approach]

[paper crinkling]

[rattling]

[keys jangle]

[lipstick rattling]

All of it.

[coins jingling]

[items clatter]

X-ray.

X-ray.

To the censor.

[mechanical beeping]

X-ray.

[sighs]

You need a new ID card.
It's illegible.

Finish the inspection.

I got two different sized shoes
at the induction center.

-I thought it would be better--
-Not now.

If you have any questions,
I'll be outside.

[curtain whirrs]

You can get dressed.

[captain] Get to the booth
and do your job.

-I'm not going in.
-You are going in.

-Dana, get into the booth right now.
-I can't.

[captain sighs]

You can.
Get into the booth.

I can't do it anymore.
I can't.

Don't you understand?
I can't, I can't, I can't!

Lower your voice!

I want to see a mental health officer.

[captain] You know
I can't get you one now.

We'll take care of it later.

Now do your job.
You have no choice.

Are you going in?

[curtain rattles]

[distant mechanical beeping]

[curtain rattles]

I won't undress this woman.
I won't do it.

-Can you hear?
-Go ahead, smoke.

[captain] Dana, keep your
personal opinions at home.

You don't have a choice.

[woman] What's going on?

You can go home.

Go!

-Why?
-I don't believe in it.

You always get into trouble.

I'll show her an inspection.

Can you tell me what you're doing?
Dana, calm down!

Everyone come in!
You, you, go home!

Go home!
Get out!

-How many are you letting in?
-As many as I feel like.

Everybody stand still.
Take their IDs at least.

[overlapping chatter]

Everyone go home!

-What are you doing?
-[Dana] Whatever I have to.

You idiot, Dubek will screw us!

Dubek, my ass!

Go ahead.
Go ahead.

Excuse me, step into the booth.

-Don't go in!
-Go in!

-Step into the booth.
-She won't.

-The hell with your "step in"!
-What do you care?

-Why do you care?
-I care!

[Dana] Everyone go home!
Go home! Goodbye!

[indistinct arguing]

Step inside.
Everyone go home!

Go home.
Everyone go home.

Go home.

Enough.
Go home!

You, you, and you...
Everyone, go home! Goodbye.

[Dubek] What's going on here?

Excuse me, everyone please leave.
Go out.

What's going on here?

[loud thud]

What's going on here?
I'm waiting for an explanation!

We'll stay here all night!

I want an answer!

I have no problem
having you all court-martialed!

I want to say that I didn't participate.

What?

I didn't do it.

What she's trying to say is that I did it.

Everyone get into the booths.

Get into the booths now!

Dana, come outside with me.

[loud thud]

-[man] How was your day?
-Fine.

-[man] What did you do?
-Nothing.

-[man] What do you mean nothing?
-It was okay.

-Did something happen?
-No.

-Are you sure?
-Nothing happened.

-If something happened, I want to know.
-Nothing happened!

[woman] Then what?

Maybe I should move to another unit.

Wait a while.
You don't know anything yet.

Give it some time.

You think someplace else will be better?

-Maybe you'll make some friends.
-What friends?

Not everyone does what he likes
in the army.

Your mother used to make tea.
Did she complain?

I made tea?
I didn't only make tea!

-I did other things too.
-Why are you getting upset?

I'm not upset.
Besides, what did you do?

Never mind.
We're not talking about you now.

-So, what do you want us to do?
-Maybe you can help me.

-Daddy, don't you know anyone?
-[father] I don't like it.

-What don't you like?
-Pulling strings.

[engine rumbling]

-Mom, pull up over here.
-[mother] Why?

Are you ashamed of us?

Pull over, okay.

-Mom, pull over already!
-Okay.

[blinker clicking]

-When are you coming home?
-I don't know.

-At 5:00?
-It's the army. How should I know?

[Dubek] Okay, girls, as far as I'm
concerned, summer camp is over!

Dana is in prison,
and she won't be back.

You don't realize what happened
at the border crossing.

Therefore,
I have no problem whatsoever

with putting more girls in jail.

Is that clear?

I'm splitting up the old pairs,
and I don't want to hear a peep.

There'll be new couples now.

Rotem and Yedida.
Tamar and Ruthie.

Lee and Jeanette.
Adi and Nitzan.

Jackie and Ronit.
Yifat and Perach.

Michal and Shiri.
Tali and Rachel.

-What about me?
-Have I finished?

You'll join a different couple
each time, okay?

-We forgot the new ones.
-I haven't finished yet.

I haven't finished talking.

Two new soldiers have joined the unit.

Smadar, Mirit.

Say hello.
You'll be patrolling together.

You're screwed.

[birds twittering]

[metal clanking]

Your sector begins where we started out
and ends over there.

Do you see that yellow pole?

The one with the sign on it.
That's where it ends.

Don't move away from this area.

Don't sit down, don't lean.

Don't talk on the cell phone.
Don't eat, don't smoke.

No, no, no, no!

What do you do?
This.

-Do you know what to do with this?
-Yes.

There are stores and coffee shops,
but they don't exist for you.

-Understand?
-Yes.

-Don't we get a break?
-Have I finished?

Between 10:00-10:30
and 14:00-14:30.

And you'd better stick
to the schedule because we check.

I see that the problem
with your shoes is solved.

They gave me new ones,
but they're tight.

They'll stretch on patrol.

Go on, get to work.

Your ass will stretch on patrol.

[distant clanking continues]

-Shall we go?
-Where to?

-[Mirit] To the signpost.
-[Smadar] Why the signpost?

-We can go over there.
-I don't care.

If you don't care,
we'll go to the signpost.

[engine rumbling]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[engine shuts off]

It's good that you put her
with the squealer.

What's good about it?

Nothing.
It's just a feeling.

You don't say.
Drive.

[engine turns over]

[speaking indistinctly]

-Are your shoes tight?
-Yes. Why?

No reason.
You're walking slowly...

If you don't like my pace,
you can walk faster...

-Do they look like Arabs?
-Why are you asking me?

-I think we should go over to them.
-Then go.

-Excuse me, good morning.
-Good morning.

-Can I see your ID, please?
-Yes.

Thank you.

[chuckles softly]

[huffs]

-Please.
-Thank you.

[man] It's not here.
I can't find it.

-Why don't you look again?
-Soldier, our bus.

-Sir, I need your ID card.
-Soldier, I'll lose my job.

-It's okay, you can go.
-No, he has to show his ID.

-[man] Soldier, my bus.
-Let him go.

No, he must show ID.

Sorry, sir, I must see your ID.
Otherwise, I'll have to report you.

-[man] Relax, I'm looking for it.
-I also have to check your bag.

-Can I go?
-Yes, my bag.

-Bye.
-I'm coming.

-Come now.
-Just a minute.

Come!

I found it.

[bus hisses]

[bus engine rumbling]

I'm sorry, I...

[Smadar] Why are you sorry?

You're such a moron.

[car horns honking]

Thank you.

-Where are your forms?
-Mirit has them.

-Do we have to hand them in?
-What did you think?

Do you want to keep them
as a souvenir?

You didn't write anything down.

As of tomorrow,
we won't accept such forms.

-Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

[traffic passing]

[distant upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-Oh, excuse me.
-What?

-It doesn't look good.
-What?

It really...

really doesn't look good on you.

You don't say.

[cash register clicking]

[chimes]

[birds twittering]

Will l see you when I get back?

[man] Maybe.

What will we do?

[man] We might go to a movie.

-Will I see you in ten hours?
-Twelve.

[rain pattering]

[thunder cracks, rumbling]

Excuse me.
May I see your ID card, please?

Yes.

[man with fruit] My name is
Bashir Hassan abu-Mussa.

-From Ramallah?
-Yes, Ramallah.

Thank you.

-Are you cold?
-A little.

Why don't we warm up somewhere?

Hey.

[chuckles]

-Nice hat, isn't it?
-Yes.

-Go in and try it on.
-No, not now.

-You like it, try it on. We'll keep watch.
-It's too expensive.

But you can try it on, can't you?

I'm not going to buy it,
so I won't just try it on.

Too bad.

Come in, come in.

-Do you want to try on the hat?
-No, not now.

Okay.

I'm making some tea.

She makes me nervous.

Don't you want to sit down?

No, it's okay.

Sit down.
Let her keep guard.

[siren wailing outside]

-Julia, haven't you finished that sweater?
-It's a new one.

[shop owner] What will you do
with all of them?

[Julia] I sell them.

-[shop owner] Does it pay a lot?
-[Julia] Of course.

[phone ringing melodically]

-Hello.
-Listen, Dubek is in the area.

Come on, let's go.
Inspection.

Move.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Give me two bagels, please.

[phone ringing melodically]

-Hello.
-[woman] Hello.

Dubek is on the way.

Forget the bagel, thanks.

-Dubek is on the way.
-What's on the way?

Come on.
I don't think they'll be back.

That's it.
I'm going.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[bell chiming]

-Hello.
-Hello.

I'd like to make an appointment.

Why make an appointment?
I'll be right with you.

-I only have half an hour...
-I'll be done in a minute.

[traffic passing]

[car horn honks]

[Smadar] No, I don't want a haircut.

I only want to take a look.

I love these challenges.

In my opinion,
we can play with the bangs.

I'll bleach your bangs blonde.

When you wear your beret,
you can put some gel on it.

And when you take off the beret,
it's still sculptured and flowing...

If I'm not mistaken,
someone keeps looking at you.

Don't look.
I'll turn the chair around a bit.

What a pain in the ass.

She's just like clockwork.

I'll come back some other time.

[bell chime, door thuds]

-[Smadar] Why are you following me?
-[Mirit] The break is over.

-So I'm worried about you.
-Don't worry about me.

[scooter engine turns over]

[rumbling]

[knocks]

[woman] Yes?

May I speak to you?

[machinery clicks]

[chair scraping]

Yes?

I don't want to make any trouble,
maybe it's too early,

but I want to know if there's
a chance of moving to another unit.

Sit down.

-Is something wrong with our unit?
-No.

-Is everything okay on patrol?
-Yes.

-You get along with the girls?
-Yes.

-Then why do you want to move?
-I don't know, I...

I asked to be stationed far from home,
but I'm close to home.

Something wrong at home?

No, I just wanted a different kind
of army service, far from home.

-Like what?
-I don't know.

An operations sergeant?
Or a tank instructor?

Yes, something like that.

You can move to another unit,
but only after six months.

You can't do much about it now.

But if you'll be okay,
and everything works out well,

I'll recommend you later on.

-So, nothing can be done now?
-I'm sorry.

Okay, thank you.

[phone ringing]

[voicemail beeps]

[woman on voicemail] Hi, Smadar.
Have you already left for the army?

We don't get to talk.
We have to set fixed days.

Sweetheart, I'm sorry I didn't catch you.

Regards from Dad and Ronni.

As far as the maintenance fee,
I hope you remember to pay the dues.

Kisses.
Bye.

[phone clicks, beeps]

Girls...

things here are wrong.

According to your forms,
it looks like the Arabs have vanished.

But what's worse is that
you're not doing your jobs properly.

These forms weren't meant
to be taken out for a morning walk.

These forms have
a very specific purpose.

If there's a terror attack,

what do you think
I can do with such forms?

Here's a random form.

Adi and Nitzan.
Erasures, illegible handwriting.

Do you understand what's written?
I don't.

Let's go on.

Rotem and Yedida.
Only five Arabs are listed on the form?

Next.
Yifat and Perah.

This is a proper form.
This is how a form should look.

When there are no complaints,
I don't complain.

Next.

Smadar and Mirit.

Three people listed on the form.

Only three.
What do you say about this?

Go ahead.

They were the only ones there.

"The only ones there."
Okay.

-Here's a map of Jerusalem.
-Shut up.

Sector 3.
The entrance to the Old City.

Jaffa Gate, Jaffa Street,
the entrance to the city.

There are no Arabs in the morning?

Nobody goes to work?
No more suspects?

Everything is okay?

-Explain it, please.
-I can't explain it.

How do they get into the city?

They fly over this sector?

-Find another explanation.
-I don't have one.

In Sector 2,
Yifat and Perah's sector,

which is right next to yours,
the page is full of names.

Some of the people
must have passed into your sector.

What do you say about that?

Maybe I don't know
what an Arab looks like.

You don't know...

[laughs derisively]

You don't know what an Arab looks like?

Okay.

No problem.

Where are Smadar and Mirit today?

[assistant] On buses.

I'll patrol with you today.

I'll show what an Arab looks like.

Sit down.

You, sit on the other side.

Look straight ahead.

-Go over to him.
-To whom?

You know who.
Get up and register him.

Get up.

Excuse me.

I need your ID card.

Thank you.

Be careful.
I suggest you be careful.

From today on,
bring your forms directly to me.

[car horn honks]

[bell chimes]

[bus hisses]

[car horn honks]

Don't start with me!
Don't start with me at all!

I'm sick and tired of you
and all your girlfriends!

Okay, I'm sorry.

It's always the same thing
on every bus I take.

-Excuse me, soldiers.
-What's the problem?

There's a bag by itself
and nobody noticed it.

-[Mirit] Where?
-Right here, on the seat.

Does this bag belong to anyone?

Does this bag belong to anyone?

-Let's stop the bus.
-Driver.

This bag happens to be mine.

I'm surprised you didn't see it.

-What?
-This bag belongs to me.

It was on the seat by itself,
and no one noticed it.

-That's very serious!
-[Mirit] I'm sorry.

-What good does that do?
-What do you want?

I only want her to understand.
That's all.

If we all blew up now,
her apology wouldn't help us.

-[woman] Leave them alone.
-I only want her to understand!

To understand what?
Who do you think you are?

Do you think we're playing here?

Do you think we're enjoying this?

Give me your ID now.
You're disturbing an officer on duty.

-You want my ID?
-Yes.

-Then I want your ID.
-No.

-Give me your ID.
-No, give me yours.

What is this?

What do you mean, what is this?
You're fresh.

-You're a psychopath!
-[Mirit] Driver, we have to get off.

-What nerve!
-What a psychopath!

-You better watch out.
-A psychopath!

-I'm dying of hunger.
-Haven't you eaten all day?

I didn't get a chance.
I'm dying of the cold.

[Smadar] Julia, come on,
I'll give you a lift home.

I'm coming!

Nice bike.

[coughs]

[both chuckle]

-[Smadar] Come on.
-[Julia] This is so cool.

[bike engine turns over]

-[engine revs]
-[Julia whooping]

[register beeping]

Psst.

-Stop it.
-Just a second.

I don't want to take just anything.

Take something
that you think I want most,

and I'll take something
I think you want most.

-Did you hear me?
-I heard you.

[register beeping]

[speaks indistinctly]

-Oh!
-Oh.

[rock music playing]

[both] Oh!

Didn't you bring anything sweet?
I did.

Really?

[both chuckle]

What's this?

-Nothing special.
-Nothing special?

[Smadar] Mm-hmm.

-Why did you take it?
-Why do you care?

-It has nothing to do with a meal.
-So what?

So why steal it?
I don't get it?

What don't you understand?
I needed some gel, so I took it.

What's the matter?

I don't know, I don't like it.

-What don't you like?
-That wasn't our plan.

[Smadar chuckles]

We didn't plan our lives either.

I could have also stolen
shaving cream.

So, why didn't you?

Because if I needed shaving cream,
I would have bought it.

-Pshh...
-Pshh...

Way to go.
You're really okay.

That's right.
I'm really okay.

I might be a little boring,
but that's how it is.

You are boring.

I think...

[music stops]

...I'll go to sleep.

[siren wailing outside]

-You know what?
-What?

I don't know why I got into this.

-Stealing doesn't excite me.
-I knew it.

-You're simply boring.
-Oh, really?

[laughs]

-You're totally fucked up.
-Excuse me?

You're totally fucked up.
[scoffs]

-They told me you were fucked up.
-They told you?

Yes.

Go to whoever told you that
and tell them they're right.

-Okay.
-Terrific.

-I'm going.
-Go on.

Who said that I'm totally fucked up?

[door opens, closes]

[church bell ringing]

-Hello.
-Hi.

Is it okay if I sit down and you?

Yeah, it's okay.
I'll keep an eye open.

Don't worry.
What do I get out of it?

-What?
-Do you want anything?

Okay, give me a cream puff.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Hi, Julia.
It's Smadar.

Is the guy at the kiosk okay?

-Did you buy something?
-[Smadar] A cream puff.

-Then it's okay.
-[Smadar] Good.

-Want to do something during break?
-[Julia] I can't.

That's okay.
But the kiosk...

Excuse me, where are you going?

Okay, bye.

Excuse me, sir, please register with her.

-But--
-I asked you to register with her.

[man] She told me to register with you.

I don't have the forms, she does.

-[man] Really?
-Really.

[man] The other soldier
said that you have the forms.

Come with me, please.

Take it.
Register him.

You can go.

Have a good day.

[Mirit] Why didn't you register him?

-Why didn't you register him?
-I didn't feel like it.

Do you intend to sit here
for a long time?

-I haven't decided yet.
-When will you decide?

I don't know.

[shop owner] Excuse me,
I want to open the shop.

Forget it. I'll do it myself.
Give me the forms.

-Give me the forms already!
-Take your bloody forms.

[gate creaking, thuds]

[lighter clicking]

[explosion]

[ominous music]

[alarm blaring]

[people screaming]

[sirens wailing]

[rapid footsteps]

[screaming continues]

[alarms blaring, sirens wailing]

[police siren whooping]

[Smadar] My bag...

Where's my bag?

I can't find my bag.

[siren whooping, crashing]

[baby crying]

I have to go.

Come help us with all these people!

Don't let anyone pass!

[muted chatter]

[glass shattering]

[screaming continues]

[Smadar] Mirit, help me!

[body thuds]

[muted chatter, siren wailing]

[light piano music]

[chatter fading back in]

-[man] Are you Mirit Shimoni?
-No, I'm her friend.

[man] Let her pass!

An hysterical woman is looking for her.

-Who's looking for Mirit?
-[Smadar] I am.

Come over here.

-Are you Mirit's mother?
-Have you seen her?

-I saw her. She's fine.
-Are you sure?

-She's fine.
-Are you sure?

Yes.

[♪]

[light clicks]

[footsteps]

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

Mom?

No, I'm okay.
Everything is okay.

I wasn't at the bombing site.

I was nearby.

I don't know, Mom, it was a mess.

Stop it, Mom.
I'm okay.

It was a mess.
I don't remember what happened.

I'm not going to a neighbor's,
and I'm not alone.

Who told you that I'm alone?

Okay, I'll call.

Mommy...

I miss you.

Okay, bye.

[sniffles]

[phone beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

[distant pulsing dance music]

It's not only because of the bombing.

Mirit didn't want to be in that unit
from the beginning.

[man in grey] Mm.

Listen, sweetie.
No problem, I'll phone someone.

But it takes time.
Have a little patience.

-He's right.
-[doorbell rings]

It's not a good idea to expect things.

Forget about it, and then one day,
you'll get a surprise.

From my experience,

the best thing to do is go
to your commander and talk to her.

I'd like you all to meet my angel.

She's the one who told me
that Mirit is okay.

I brought you your bag.

How sweet of you.
Eat with us.

No, I only came to bring the bag...

[Mirit's mother] Sit next to Mirit.

Where did you find the bag?

A policeman gave it to me after you left.

He thought it was mine.

Are you in Mirit's unit?

-Yes.
-Poor thing, you had an awful day.

[dishes clank]

[sips]

-Have some bread.
-Maybe she doesn't feel like it.

Actually, I only dropped by
to bring the bag.

-People are waiting for me at home.
-Sorry.

Maybe you can leave me
your parents' phone number

so I'll have someone to talk to
in case something happens.

-My parents are abroad.
-They're abroad?

-They work overseas.
-So, why are you going?

Stay overnight.

[Smadar] Um...

-Okay.
-Okay.

[chair scrapes]

[dishes clanking]

[jazz piano playing]

Do you sleep with one pillow or two?
I sleep with two, but...

One.

Actually, two.

[Mirit] You can sleep in these.
Choose whatever you like.

Okay, if you need anything, I'm...

-What's your mother's name?
-Yael.

And yours?

-Betty.
-Betty.

I'm only kidding.
[chuckles]

It's Frieda.

[Mirit laughs]

Listen to it.
It's really a nice piece.

I like your headband.

[jazz continues]

[beep, music stops]

[laughs]

Open ranks for the COs inspection.

Open ranks.
March!

One, one, close!

These girls were at the bombing--
Smadar, Mirit.

The troops will close ranks.

Close ranks.
March!

One, one, close!

Two, three, attention!

At ease.

Girls, I know how difficult your job is.

It was important for me to come here

and to personally tell you
that I greatly appreciate your work.

Thank you.

Thank you, really.

In view of recent events,

I'm escalating the alert level
in the city,

and our presence
will be felt everywhere.

I am asking every one of you
to open seven pairs of eyes

and to understand
the importance of your job

while demonstrating
sensitivity and restraint

toward the people you inspect.

That's all.

I think we can begin the day.

Do you want to add anything?

Actually, you covered
what I wanted to say.

I would like to mention
the "hole puncher."

Okay, girls, pay attention.

As we said, we have hot alerts
on terror attacks.

All the girls who work on buses,
pay attention.

In order to make sure that you were there
and did your job properly,

we decided that from today on,
not only do you write down the bus number,

but you "punch" your patrol forms
with the bus driver's hole puncher.

Everything else is as usual.

[church bell ringing]

[bus brakes squealing]

[car horn chirps]

[bus hisses]

[car horn chirps]

[Mirit] That's the guy who helped me
at the bombing.

-He's hot.
-He sure is.

[saccharine string music playing]

[♪]

[music ends]

-That's far enough. Let's go back.
-No way. Walk over to him.

I can't.

Go ahead.
He'll be gone soon.

What should I do, attack him?

You don't have to be so aggressive.

Say, "Thanks for helping me
at the bombing."

-Do you want me to go?
-Cut it out, Smadar, I can't.

He's going.

Mirit.

[piano music playing]

-Maybe next time.
-There won't be a next time.

-You might not see him again.
-I will, I'll see him.

Are you going?
I won't have time to do this again.

Forget it.

That's it.
He's gone.

Of course.

What boredom.

[♪]

BASE COMMANDER

How many buses were you on?

It's all written down.
The bus numbers too.

-Did you take a break?
-Yes.

For how long?

Half an hour.

-What about you?
-The same.

Mm.

Okay, that's all.
See you tomorrow.

[door creaks]

[door closes]

[lighter clicks]

[Smadar] Do you want me
to give you a ride?

No.

[cars passing]

[door clicks, shuts]

[indistinct chatter]

-Don't miss the game.
-I won't. Bye.

[Mirit] What did that guy buy?

Cigarettes.
Why?

What brand did he buy?

-Why?
-No special reason.

-Is there a problem?
-No, nothing, really.

-Okay, never mind.
-Okay, I'll tell you.

He bought Camel Light.

You know what? It's strange.
He usually buys Camel regular.

In my opinion,
he'll smoke more of the lights.

Give me Camel Lights too.
And a lighter.

-How much is it?
-[shop owner] 20 shekels.

Thanks.

[register beeping, clicking]

[car horn blares]

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Did you notice the prices went down?
-Really?

Why don't you buy a hat
and make my day?

-That hat is very pretty.
-So buy it.

Not now.
What if they check up on us?

-So don't buy it.
-Don't force her.

I'm right here.
Where would I go?

I can't go in now.

Someone just went by,
and we didn't register him.

[Smadar] Don't change the subject.

It's like the guy we followed,
and you did nothing.

It's the same with the hat.
"Hat, hat" and nothing.

Buy the hat already!
Do something!

Who said I didn't do anything
with the guy?

[Smadar] What did you do?

-I passed by the place.
-[Smadar] And?

-I don't know what'll happen.
-I asked what happened?

There's nothing to tell.

[Smadar] Did you talk to him?

Did he offer you a cup of coffee?
What?

-Nothing special.
-What do you mean?

[car horn honks]

-We sat down.
-Sat down?

Do you want a cigarette?

Where did you get cigarettes?

It's his.
He forgot them at my place.

He smokes lights now
because of all the muck in his lungs.

But I think he smokes more now.

He smokes lights now,
but I still don't know what you did.

You know, since they reduced the prices,
I think I'll buy the hat.

[phone beeping]

Smadar?
Dubek is in your area.

Bye.

-[Mirit] What's the matter?
-[Smadar] Hurry up.

-Dubek's in the area.
-[Mirit] Great!

[Smadar] Don't look back.
Walk normally.

[Mirit] Are they on foot or in the jeep?

[Smadar] How am I supposed to know?

[Mirit] Too bad you didn't ask.

-[Smadar] Where is she?
-[Mirit] Maybe she wants to trick us.

Good thing I registered some
in the morning.

Look straight ahead.

She's not here.
Don't you get it?

She must have been here
while we were in the store

and she saw that we were missing.

What can I do?

We're screwed.

All we need is for her to see us, okay?

Let's go back to the store.
Maybe she's there.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi.

Can we go?

[both laughing]

Okay, girls.

The Israeli Festival is ahead.
Our unit is participating.

Tomorrow morning, you'll report
at the Sheraton Hotel.

The bands participating in the festival
are staying at the hotel

and we're securing the place.

I want to remind you

that these are foreigners
who agreed to come here.

So, God forbid...God forbid
something happen to them.

Is that clear?

I want you to be on maximum alert.

And, of course, keep your hair neat
and your uniform ironed.

Smadar and Mirit,
you'll be at the hotel's main entrance.

Yifat and Perach,
you're at the back entrance.

That's all.

I hope you'll enjoy the change.

[Smadar] She gave us a bonus.

-What are you doing now?
-I don't know.

You're probably going to meet
your dude, aren't you?

Yes, actually.

-Do you want a lift?
-No.

I don't remember what we planned,
but I think he's picking me up.

Okay.

Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[both giggle]

Bye.

[scooter clicks, starts]

[electronic beep]

[paper crackling]

[indistinct chatter]

[dishes clanking softly]

Excuse me.

What time is it, please?

A quarter to 7:00.

-Thank you.
-Don't mention it.

[saccharine sweet music]

[music stops]

[distant car horn honks]

[light piano music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-[man] Hi.
-Hi.

[items rustling]

[zipper whirs]

Thank you.

[zippers whirring]

What's he looking at?

You turn him on.

[in English] I know that this is not
the right moment,

but would you like to join me
for a little drink?

Um, now?
I'm sorry.

I can't now.

I can wait.

[laughs]

[zipper whirs]

He's still looking at you.

He's still looking at you.

Thank you.

Well?

[♪]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[zipper whirs]

I think I'll go with him.

Okay, but only
for a short while, okay?

[man] Excellent.

[magnificent string music playing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[funky jazz music playing]

[♪]

[electronic buzzing]

Well?

[buzzing stops]

Good evening.

Where is Mirit?

Good evening.

-Where is Mirit?
-In the ladies' room.

-Is everything all right?
-Yes.

I think we'll wander about for a while.

Actually, they asked us
not to wander about.

They asked you not to wander about.

[zipper whirring]

[music continues]

-What?
-Nothing.

[♪]

[in English] Oh.
That's nice.

-Excuse us.
-I'm sorry, I need to go.

[music continues in distance]

You're lucky.

[insects chirping]

[woman] What's the charge?

[Dubek] Degrading an IDF uniform
and abandoning a post.

-[woman] For how long?
-A week.

[keys clacking]

-[woman] Okay.
-Okay.

-[woman] She has to come back to me.
-Okay.

[distant indistinct chatter]

-Do you need anything?
-No.

[clang]

I have a request.

I don't want to continue patrolling
with Smadar when I get back.

May I ask why?

No.

Okay.

I'll pass on your request,
but I don't promise anything.

[lights click]

[indistinct chatter]

[knocks]

-Hello.
-Hello.

You don't know me.
I'm Smadar, Mirit's friend.

She never told me your name--
doesn't matter.

Dubek, our commander,
whom you must have heard about,

shoved her into jail, and she didn't
get a chance to let you know.

It would be nice if we visit
and surprise her.

You're talking to the wrong person.

I'm not confused.
It's you.

I have a motorbike, but do you have car?

Yes.

Okay, do you want us to go together?

I don't know what you're talking about.

What don't you know?
Mirit is in jail.

I'm very sorry, but who's Mirit?

What do you mean, "Who's Mirit?"

-You don't know Mirit?
-No.

Okay.

She's so cool.
She gave you a different name.

Do you smoke Camel Light?

-Yes.
-So?

-There must be some mistake.
-Okay.

-You don't know Mirit, from the bombing?
-I'm sorry, it's not me.

-I'm sorry.
-Bye.

[knocks]

Okay--why don't we surprise her anyway?
What do you say?

What do you care?
Do something nice. It'll be cool.

-Sorry, I don't have the time.
-What do you mean?

-What do you have to do?
-I'm sorry, I can't.

-It's just that...okay.
-Okay.

Fuck you.

Okay?
Go fuck yourself.

[birds chirping]

[clanking, rattling]

Rise and shine!
Good morning!

Get up!
You're not at the Regency Palace.

-Dana, good morning!
-Good morning!

[superior] You've got seven minutes
to get into your fatigues.

Get up! Rise and shine!
Good morning!

-Did you get cigarettes?
-I don't smoke.

From now on, you smoke,
and you give me your cigarettes, okay?

[superior] Good morning!
Wake up!

Get up!
Get up!

-What's your name?
-Mirit.

Mirit.

[laughing]

You don't say?
That's great.

I don't know what I'd do.
I'd...

You're so great.

What?

[clanging]

Jasmin.

What's up?

[superior] You don't say.

No way.
[laughs]

Psst.

-You look familiar.
-I don't know.

[superior] I'll get right back to you.

Dana, move it.
Keep up with the pace.

-Why? It's not fast enough?
-[superior] No.

Why not?

Don't get wise.
I'm warning you.

-What'll you do, send me to jail?
-What did you say?

Nothing.

What are you looking at?
Keep working.

[door clangs, creaks, slams]

Hey.

You still don't know where we met?

Mm.

No.

At the border crossing.

I'm the one who said,
"I didn't participate."

Oh, yeah.

What am I supposed to do
with that information now?

Nothing.

-There's nothing you can do with it.
-Absolutely.

What's going on here?

The minute I turn my back,
you start fooling around.

You won't go to sleep tonight.

[brakes squeal]

[door creaks, slams]

-Hey.
-[Mirit] Hey.

-I thought you weren't coming.
-We got lost on the way.

We brought you a cheesecake,
the kind you like.

-[Mirit's father] Be careful.
-Gently, so it doesn't fall apart.

[Mirit's father] How are you, honey?

You don't have much time left,
so be strong.

I spoke to Shaul.
He's working on your reassignment.

-Really?
-[Yaul] Mm-hmm.

[laughs]

And...we brought you a visitor.

[door clangs]

Hey.

Your poor folks, I clung to them.

I had to see you.
You left me all alone.

I got you something.

Open it.

[plate clanks]

[packaging rustling]

Go ahead, try it on.

I'm dying to see it on you.

Well...it doesn't go too well
with green.

Move it sideways a little.

A little more...
That's it.

Cut it out.
This hat is just not me.

[Smadar] I think it looks
very nice on you.

I mean, maybe not right now.

Not now or ever.

-But you liked it.
-And now I don't like it.

-I don't understand.
-Why?

This hat doesn't solve everything.
Take it.

What's wrong?

I don't think we'll continue together.

What are you talking about?

We'll go to Dubek and fight for it.

I asked them to separate us.

Fine.

Obviously.

[packaging rustling]

[door creaks]

[Smadar] Easy!
Calm down!

-My husband is inside.
-All our husbands are inside!

He won't find me.

-It's better that way.
-Let us enter.

If my husband won't find me,
how will I get home?

-[Smadar] Never mind your husband. Enough.
-We've waited all day.

[exhales]

You feel like smoking?

Okay.

[curtain rattles]

[lighter clicks]

[exhales]

Let's ask Dubek if we can patrol together.

But I'm being discharged in two days.

That's it, and then I'm leaving.

-Where to?
-To Russia.

Why do you think I knitted
all those sweaters?

I've got everything ready.
I have a ticket, I have money.

This is Sasha.
I'm going to him.

He's so cute.
Who is he?

He's my boyfriend.

Oh...

-But he's just a kid.
-So what?

This picture is ten years old.

Oh.

Don't you have a current picture?

He doesn't send any.
He's afraid I'll be disappointed.

Great, you opened a coffee shop.

Ma'am, come here, please.

-Sweetheart, were you promoted?
-No, I promoted myself.

I can't stay until 11:00 p.m.
because of you.

[Julia] Okay.

Open the bag.
Take everything out.

[woman speaks indistinctly]

Throw away the pita.

Why?

Throw the pita in the garbage.

He hasn't eaten all day long.

Do you see what's written here?

What does it say?

"Do not enter with food."

[in English] "Do not enter with food."

What's that?

Throw the pita into the garbage.

I won't throw the pita
into the garbage.

You don't have a choice.
Throw it into the garbage.

-What's in the pita?
-I don't care what's in the pita.

-But what's in it?
-I don't care.

What's in the pita?

Cheese, a pickle, and olives.

-Get it out of my face!
-What's in the pita?

Go to hell!

Fuck you!

[woman continues indistinctly]

Fuck you.

[dishes clanking]

Hello.

Hello.

You don't remember me.

No.

You don't remember me
from the bombing?

I'm the girl you helped.

-Wait a minute...is your name Mirit?
-Yes.

You were released from prison?

Yes.
How do you know?

Do you remember
the soldier I told you about?

No.

The one who knocked on our door
and asked me to go with her...

begged me to come with her,
to visit her best friend in prison.

Did she have black hair
and a light complexion?

I think so.

Was she short like me,
with long eyelashes?

[rescuer] Yes, that's the one.

-Is this the girl she wanted you to visit?
-I think so.

Would you like to join us?

No, I...I just wanted
to thank you for helping me.

I was glad to help.

[car horn honks]

-Who wants chocolate cake?
-I do!

-Rotem, darling, this is for you.
-But I want it...

-[Julia] I'll give you another one.
-Julia!

[party horn blowing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Lucky her.

-[Julia] Commander Liat.
-[Dubek] Yes, Julia?

I have a gift for you.

-Wow!
-I knit it myself.

-Really?
-Yes.

It's beautiful, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Girls, be quiet for a minute.
I want to say something.

Julia is leaving us today.

[girls whooping]

So I wish her success in her future.

Julia, I hope that when you look back
on these days,

you'll have a few nice moments
to remember.

[laughter]

Let's make a toast.

[all] Cheers!
Cheers!

We don't have much time.
We've got to get back to work.

-Good luck, Julia.
-[Julia] Thank you.

Pay attention.

[assistant] Mm!

[girls] Oh!
[laughter]

Bye.

Girls, Julia may have all the time
in the world, but we have to move.

So...I'll read the work roster,
and you'd better listen.

Rotem and Yedida, Sector 1.

Lee and Jeanette, bus number 18.

Mirit and Smadar, Sector 3.

Adi and Nitzan, Sector 4.

Yifat and Perah, bus number 6.

Jackie and Ronit, border crossing.

One more bite,
and we're out of here.

Come get the forms, please.

Are you coming?

-Smadar...
-[Smadar chuckles]

Take care of yourself.

Take care of Sasha.
[laughs]

-Bye.
-Bye. Go on, get out of here.

[both giggle]

I forgot my bag.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[cars passing]

[bus hisses]

[pigeon cooing]

I see that the entire unit is here.
Sit down.

I don't need a haircut,
I want to talk to her.

-I don't want to.
-Why not?

-Do you mind not interfering?
-Will you listen to me?

If she's here, I'm out!

-I only want to talk to you.
-Get out of my sight!

-You're like glue!
-I only want to tell you something.

Say it already!

-I apologize. I'm sorry.
-Who's angry, anyway?

So why won't you talk to me?

-Because you don't interest me.
-So why did you go to that guy for me?

I was bored.

-And why did you buy me the hat?
-I don't know, okay.

I don't know.
It doesn't flatter you. It's ugly.

It doesn't look good?
So you lied to me?

Yes, I lied.
You liar.

Maybe I'm a liar, but I don't know
why you bought me that hat.

I don't know, okay.

What do you mean, "I don't know"?

-Tell me!
-Just because!

-Why did you bring me the hat?
-I don't remember.

Maybe you've become attached to me?

Bullshit.

[Mirit] That's it,
you've become attached to me.

[stylist] Let me spoil you.

I'll shampoo your hair,
put on a mask for split ends...

How about it?

[laughs]

[doorbell chimes]

[cars passing]

I know, we haven't registered anyone.

-That's right, we're way out of line.
-Okay, we'll do it now.

Who will we register?
Do you see anyone around?

What are you worried about?
We'll find people.

We should have done it in the morning.

If they leave in the morning,
they come back in the evening.

It's not the same thing.

Mirit, stop being uptight.
We'll find people, okay?

Come on.

[all] Excuse me.
May I have your ID, please?

-We were here first.
-It isn't your area.

-It's not yours either.
-It's closer to us.

Don't fuck with me.
We saw him over there.

Really?

Excuse me,
may I please have your ID?

-Let her go.
-Moron.

-What if I don't give it to you?
-What do you mean?

What will you do
if I don't give it to you?

-What will we do?
-Come on, give it to us.

-I refuse.
-You have no choice.

What will you do to me?

Come on, cut it out.

Well, what will you do to me?

What do you mean?
I'll report you right now.

They'll arrest you, interrogate you...
Shall I continue?

You can decide not to report me.
What do you say?

What do you say?
Why don't you say something?

Excuse me.

Take your hand,
put it in your pocket,

take out your ID,
and give it to me.

-Come on, Smadar...
-No...

Where will I find you someone else?

Where are you going?

Give me your ID
and let's get it over with.

This is unheard of!
When I ask for an ID, you give it to me.

What's the story?
Hey, come on.

-No hands.
-Schmuck, get your hands off me.

-What's going on here?
-Give me your ID.

[long-haired man]
I saw him raise a hand to you.

[bald man] You're raising a hand
to a soldier, you maniac?

[overlapping chatter]

-I didn't raise a hand.
-Give me your ID.

I don't need your help, okay?

Whoa!
Hey, hey!

Move back! Move back!
I can manage.

Give me your ID.

Give me your ID.
Hey! Hey!

Can't you see that I'm managing?

You weren't here either.
Get out of here!

[man] I saw him raise a hand
to the soldier.

-Get back!
-[man] You maniac!

[arguing continues]

[Smadar] Get back!
Get back!

Get back!
Get back!

Get back!

Leave him alone!

What are you doing?

Get back!
Leave him alone!

[thudding]

Get back!

Leave him alone!

Stop it!

[body thuds]

Leave him alone!
Stop it!

[♪]

[Smadar sobbing]

[♪]

[♪]