Day After Day Page #2

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I can't...|- Here, two more steps...

I can't, I can't.|- Two more steps.

Goddammit!

You're a complete moron.

Turn around,|turn around like that.

That'll be easier, no?|Not comfortable?

So turn this way.|Better now?

How are you?|- Fine.

How was your morning?

I start living in the evening.

I prefer the night.|I like nights.

Blood. Earth. Man.|They're all linked together.

Quite the poet.|- Yeah.

I've always been a poet.

Will he come?

You should know that this house|is his strongest childhood memory.

It's worth a fortune.

Come on, let's get going.|He's waiting.

Do you like it?

Everything's complicated|in your family.

First you have to persuade|the son, then you,

and all this|in order to persuade him!

His name is Yussef Abu Warda|and he's my brother.

Look, I'm generous,|and you know it.

But I want to know one thing.|- Well?

Are we here to make a deal|or to get a tan?

So?|- You decide. Take things in hand.

Look, I have to persuade him.

So go ahead.|Persuade him.

It's a good price.

We'll talk later.

I'll call you tonight.

No.

May I come in?

What are you doing here?

Your mother.

May I drink?

My mother called you|and told you to come here?

Want some water?

Why does my mother|call you all the time?

She doesn't.

She's my patient, that's all.

I'm in bad shape, right?|- Very bad...

I know, I can feel it.

Lie down.

Fear... of hypertension.

Take that off, please.

It's an illness you can|live with for many years.

What do you mean?

Deep breath.

It means that it's an illness|you mustn't neglect.

I'm not neglecting it.

I don't mean you.|I mean the illness.

Why do you...|left side, please.

Carry everything on your shoulders?

Breathe.

Yes, all right.|Sit up.

Would you tell me what I've got?

There could be many reasons.

Bad nutrition,

lack of exercise,

fatigue, fatigue...

Heredity. - Heredity?

You know, every sick person

was healthy before getting sick.

Just a minute, mom.|I know it's you.

Do me a favor.

May I get dressed?

Tell her everything's fine,|okay?

But everything is fine.

You're just saying that|to make me feel better.

What exactly do you want?

Tests?

A complete checkup?|Epiridamol...

Right face.

Right face!

March! Left, right, left, right...

left, right, left, right...

Mark time! Left, right...

Parade rest.

Sergeant, sergeant!

You again?|- Look, here's an order...

Don't move!|Back to your place.

I'm forbidden any efforts.

They haven't found out|what's wrong yet, exactly,

but I think it's hypertension

and if I continue|I might get a stroke

and then I'll be of no use|to you at all, see?

When have you ever been|of any use?

Go to the infirmary,|rest there until I check this out.

My doctor gave me this.|I'm not making it up.

Back to your place!|I'll check it out later.

Back to your place!|- Can we have some water?

Not now!|- We're drying up here!

Just some water!

No drinking now.|Carry on.

We're drying up here.|- Just a little water.

You can drink later.|Let's continue.

Mark time, left, right, left...

We're dehydrated.|Left, right...

Let us have a drink! We've been|in the sun for half an hour!

Shut up!|- Okay, I'll shut up!

I'll decide when you drink.|- Okay, you'll decide,

but get on with it, will you?

The more you talk,|the longer it'll be.

About-face!|- What...?

Not a word!

March! Left, right, left.

Mark time. Left, right, left.

Parade, rest.

Ten minute break.|Go drink and get back here.

Thank you very much.

About time!

What are you doing?|Get up!

Weapons at 60 degrees.|- Having fun, Jules?

Sixty degrees!

Magazines in!

On the ground!

Ten rounds each at the target

at will...

fire.

Whoever's done,|raise your right leg.

Sergeant.

I can't...|I can't fire any more.

Mussa.|- I have hypertension.

Mussa, run over|and check out the targets.

What? -Run over to the targets,|check the hits.

Everyone?|- You!

Why me? I don't...|- Go see your hits.

I'm not going over there|with all those rifles aimed at me!

Come on, let's get this over with.|Do what you're told.

I'm not going over there|with all those rifles aimed at me.

Stop kicking me.|Where do you think we are?

Go on,|go check out the targets.

First lower your weapons.

We're lowering them...

Get to it!|We're cooking here!

Gimme the dice.|- No, it's my turn.

Talk. Bet.

How much?|- A hundred.

Your turn.

Roll them, roll them...|- Watch out...

Roll them.

Gimme a hundred.

Lend me a hundred, come on.|- Here. Don't screw up.

Open. Talk.|- How much?

Seven.|- Seven. Roll.

Show me the dice. Show me.|- Why? What's the matter?

Show me the dice!|- Let go!

Jules, enough!

Okay, okay...

Take it easy.

Take it easy, it's nothing.

Bring a chair.

Sit down.

Here, drink that.

How did you know he was cheating?

Excuse me.

He wasn't cheating.

I'm telling you,|he wasn't cheating.

There's nothing to understand.|The guy won.

He won, that's all.

Your arrogance is making you crazy.

You're nuts,|totally nuts, Jules.

Admit it.

And your maladies are better, huh?

Quiet!

Shut your face, a**hole.|F*** you.

F***ing country.

At forty you're stuck in some|shithole with a bunch of baboons

who are playing at cowboys.

I'm telling you,|I'm getting out of here.

I'm leaving this shitty country.

Some "peace".|What f***ing peace?

We're gonna die here, like flies.

Believe me.

December is better.

What?

December is better.

I forgot my pajamas.

Gotta tell them.

Anyway, there's too many people.

They're everywhere.

I'll take the little chicks too.

Talk to him, don't talk to him...

Too many people.

A country of psychos.

I'll take the little chicks too.

A country of psychos.

Tell me, what's going on|with Didi?

What are you talking about?

How are things?

How are things...|What do you mean?

I don't know.|How's it going?

Something's going on.|You should know.

Nothing's going on.|- Don't play the innocent with me.

Are you guys together|or not?

Do you love or not?

Together or not,|do I love her or not...

Well?

What if you found her|with someone now?

I'd pay him.

Believe me,|I have no idea.

I have other things on my mind|right now.

Are you okay?

Go on, throw up.

Throw up, throw up,|easily said.

You throw up!

Feeling better?

No.|- Here, clean there.

I'm not well at all.

Want me to drive?|- I don't feel well.

No!

The winner gets 150 shekels...

Mimi, 129 here.

I hear you, over.

Anything interesting?

Only in the paper.

Tell me.

I think it's that army slop|that screwed me up.

The army slop screwed you up,|the olives screwed you up...

the army...

This screwed you up,|that screwed you up...

My stomach hurts,|I have diarrhea...

See you. Give us a kiss.

Call me tonight.|- Yeah.

Don't disappear on me.

Don't forget to bring the bag!|- This is a car, not a tank!

Move!

Hello, David.

Hello, Yossi.

Mimi. You look great.

Yeah, right. Hi...

Come on, Mimi.|- I'm exhausted.

Come tell me what's|happening with you.

You tell me.|My life is boring.

Did you quit smoking?|- Yeah. - Good.

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