Dangerous Acts Page #3

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The basic plot is familiar, but

here the work is ridiculous.

With the pathetic emphasis on

stupid musical numbers.

Luckily for this pretentious,

failing project, was

Tzvia Israeli, as usual with her

mesmerizing theatrical presence.

She cant sing...

She moves awkwardly.

But what charisma.

Maniac, son of a b*tch.

He didnt write

one word about me.

Whats up, Tzvika? - Im leaving

the play for a few weeks.

Why?

- Because.

Again you feel youve exhausted

yourself... - I need a vacation.

Weve just begun,

the audience is hysterical.

So take Mickey, shell

do a wonderful job.

Shell jump in, and within two

days, shell be spectacular.

Her moves arent awkward.

Youre taking Yisrael home

with you, right? - Yes.

Why?

- Because.

What, you feel sorry for him?

- Also.

How do you plan to care for him?

- I arranged for a physiotherapist,

who will come every day

and treat him.

And youll schlep him,

feed him, wash him...

Hey, Ive played the part of the

merciful nurse once, right?

As merciful nurse will you also

pleasure him... - Dont be gross.

Why are you doing this? - it's OK

Micha, it's only for awhile.

It will be okay.

May you die.

Why dont you perform in films?

- Movies?

I once did some films,

I didnt enjoy it at all.

And now?

- Now there are no good stories.

Too bad.

- Why?

Because up close you see

all the expression, it's nice.

I actually have a great story

for a film. - You wrote a script?

In my head.

- So, tell me.

It begins with a woman

sitting in a public park

A pathetic woman, who yearns

for one thing only - a child.

Who is this woman? - A woman.

- Why does she long for a child?

What do you mean why? - What

reasons, whats her motivation?

What do you mean? - Reasons,

motivation for what she does.

Why is that important?

Because it's a drama, right?

You need that in a drama.

You need a reason, a motivation.

Im talking to you about a film,

Whats with you Tzvia?

Do you want to hear

the story or not? - Yes.

Okay, so this woman sits in her

corner feeding cats and birds.

Sometimes she does

crossword puzzles.

But mainly mainly,

she is always thinking

how she is dying for a child,

so that she wont be alone.

And she cant bear a child, her

husbands gone, she has nothing.

Until one day, a young sweet

woman comes to the garden.

With a baby stroller. - Whos the

young lady, the babys mother?

Of course, who else? - I dont

know it could be the babysitter.

Shes the mother, of course

shes not a babysitter.

Who is this young lady? - Again

youre starting? Does it matter?

A young, beautiful woman,

extremely beautiful.

There was a water fountain near,

and one day the babys mother

went to fill up

a bottle with water.

Our heroine immediately got up

and slowly walked and looked

in the stroller and saw the most

beautiful baby in the world.

Eyes blue like the ocean.

He smiled at her,

the cute little thing.

She looked at him,

it was love at first sight.

So?

You find it interesting?

- Go on.

In this way the days pass,

she is suffering terribly

the love burns within her.

And she only wants to hold him,

to stroke him, bring him close.

Until she can no longer stand it

and decides she has no choice,

and she must kidnap him. Why are

you laughing, this is serious.

No, Im not laughing. Im

enjoying the story. Continue.

And so our heroine begins

to follow the young woman.

Follows her, she sees who

and what she is.

The young woman is a bit dense

and tired, and notices nothing.

Until one day, the young woman

just falls asleep on the bench.

Perhaps our heroine even put

something in her drink. I dont

know, I have to decide that.

In any event,

she quickly approaches

and quietly wheels the stroller

and escapes, with the baby.

After two days, the baby

becomes sick with high fever.

She puts cold compresses on him,

tries to calm him down,

but it doesnt help,

he is already totally drained.

He suffers from an illness which

requires a specific medication.

It's even publicized in the news

so the kidnappers will know

that without this

medication, he will die.

Our heroine is torn.

On the one hand, if she returns

the baby, shell be arrested,

shell go to jail, and what is

life worth without him?

On the other hand, if

she keeps him, hell die.

In either case, shell

be left alone as before.

And?

Thats it,

thats all I have.

But whats the story,

what does she decide to do?

I dont know.

What do you think she will do?

- Of course shell give him back.

If it's so obvious,

why do you ask?

Because it's your story, idiot.

And why is it so clear to you

that shell give him back?

Because thats

the best thing to do.

Dont be ridiculous, people

dont always choose whats best.

If it's so clear that it's right,

then where is there choice?

People choose the lesser evil.

And what in your story

is the lesser evil?

I dont know, theyre both

the same. They both stink.

Excuse me.

So when you decide which stinks

less, tell me. Im in suspense.

Should I leave the light on

again tonight? - Yes.

Good night.

Good night.

If I could, I would have

sent her to hell long ago.

That Etti is so rude. Shes been

working for me for years.

The house is a mess and she does

not tell me shes not coming.

Thats it.

It's only for a few minutes, Im

just going to buy a few things.

It's okay Tzvia, you can go.

What, is it your stomach again?

I'll stop by a pharmacy and get

you medicine for constipation.

Good...

You dont have to be

embarrassed by me Israel, bye.

Hi.

- Hi.

Did you bring the medicine?

- Yes.

Ill bring you water.

Too bad I cant feel anything.

Tzvia, you must return to your

play. - What are you saying?

Get me a babysitter, thats all,

I'll manage a few hours alone.

You want to return to

the play, no? - I dont know...

Well see.

This room was your

husbands office, wasnt it?

Yes.

Tell me a little about them.

What do you want to know?

After the accident, your husband

and daughter were unconscious?

Yes, for two weeks.

- Just like me, huh?

You sat by them,

and what did you do?

What do you mean, what did I do?

- I dont know.

When I cared for

my sick father,

I had many thoughts, memories.

I even thought of poisoning

his food, imagine.

So Im asking what you were

thinking, what was in your head?

Why do you ask? - No reason,

we just never talk about it.

I overstepped my boundary.

"I had a cook

who fried two eggs for me,

"She burned the butter

and out came smoke and sparks,

"It was so disgusting,

The stench flooded over me.

"So I stuck her head in the pan,

and fried her nose.

"Im dangerous, Im sweet...

"If you come close,

youll be hit.

"Im dangerous and strong,

"My gun is drawn,

blood is dripping.

"My knife is sharp and erect,

Oh, it's so exhausting.

"Mournful, sharp, cancerous,

sophisticated...

"Dangerous.

"I once had a lover,

Who loved me very much,

"He spoke of many positions,

but he never slept with me.

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