Day After Day Page #4

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Usually I'm tougher than this.

How are you?

Too wrapped up in your game|to say hi?

Who's winning?|- They are.

Who are they?

I was just passing by|and I thought...

Mussa doesn't have a cellphone,|but he has you.

Any idea where I can find him?|I have a game tonight.

Anyway, how are you?

I'm okay.

It's Hanna's birthday.|Maybe he'll be there.

Well, I have to go.|See you.

Look, Didi, if things|aren't great...

we could go to the movies.

Moshe, I'm getting you something.

I have some goodies today.

Your favorite peppers.

So do you think|it's a good deal?

Did you set up a meeting?

The ball is in our court.

Does Yussef know?

Patience. We have to wait|for the right moment.

You'll talk to him?

I don't think|this is the right time.

If only I had a grandson.

What's that got to do with it?

We're talking about|a business deal here.

You have to admit|that it's a good excuse.

A lovely house,|a nice piece of land...

Here we go again.

Maybe you could adopt.

No, thanks.|I'm not hungry.

Do you want meat? I can get you|some roast from yesterday.

I just got attacked|by a bank-robber.

Unbelievable.|He almost killed me.

You're such a liar.|It's really sick.

I didn't ask you anything|and you go making things up.

Why don't you answer me, Moshe?

Tell me, are you a moron?|- How about you?

Think you own the market?

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry.|- Be careful!

You be careful too.

Crossing right in the middle.|I didn't even see you.

You got me all confused.

What do you think you're|doing here? Take it easy!

No violence.|- You don't own the market.

You can't do whatever|you want here!

Why this violence?

You can't just run over|anyone who crosses.

Why get violent immediately?|- Drive on the road!

You want to kill me?|Want to hit me?

Come on then, hit me.|- Fine, so get out.

Don't you touch my car.

What's the matter with you?|Why all this violence?

Why all this violence?

Why are you banging up my car?|- Because I feel like it!

Don't touch my car.|- I'll touch anything I want.

Just look where you're going.

Look at this country.|It looks just like you!

You should be ashamed.|Get out of here.

Stop yelling.|- Aren't you ashamed?

Why are you yelling?|- Get lost.

Stop yelling.|- Get that thing out of here.

Sorry. Move on.|Let me pass.

F***.

Sorry.

Yes.

Hello, Grisha.|It's Mosh.

Talk slowly,|I can't understand.

Grisha, it's Mosh.|You asleep?

No. Weren't you supposed|to call me earlier?

Yes, I was busy.|Am I disturbing you?

Hello. Can you hear me?|How are you?

Since you ask...|I dunno... So-so.

What do you mean?

I'm feeling a little sick.

It's the season.|Everybody's sick now.

Yeah, I don't know...|My back aches

and my head feels heavy|and my eyes sting...

You're telling me about backaches?!|I just had to take Voltarene.

Did you take anything?|Did you see the doctor?

Want to come up?

Are you alone?|- No.

But if you like,|if you're not too far away...

Say in twenty minutes?|Is that okay?

Well, I'll call you later.|- When?

Tomorrow, the day after...|I'll come by the salon, okay?

Yes, but Mosh...

Is he coming?

No, you can relax.|He's not coming.

So I can stay.

No.

Why not?|Would you rather sleep alone?

Yes.

Give me a kiss.

What? What?

Jules, would you mind|if we saw less of each other?

Grisha? -What?|- What's going on?

You know...

Okay, okay. We'll talk about it,|but not now.

You think Moshe|suspects something?

Anyway I've known you|much longer than he has.

So don't worry.

I don't love you, Juliano.|Don't count on me anymore.

Do you still live|in Kiriat Motzkin?

Yes, always.

How do you get here?

I take the bus.

Which line?

The 52.

Can't you take a cab?

Can't afford it.

Is it a direct bus?

It's the only one.

How's business, Nadim?

Very good.

Yeah? -Yes.

Will the deal go through?|- No. No deal.

No deal? -No.

Do you think Jews are|potential buyers for Arab land?

When are you going|to get married?

God willing...

Did anyone tell you|your dress is nice?

No.

So I'm telling you.

Thank you.|So what do you think

of Jews as potential buyers|of this land?

Are you bored?

A little.

Yossi, where's Moshe?

You insist on calling me Yossi.|My name is Yussef.

I know, but Yossi...|sounds more Israeli.

I do it for your sake.|Where's Moshe?

I don't know.|He's gone.

Where to?

Will he be back?

No.

Did something happen|between him and Didi?

I really don't know what's going on.|Really, Mimi, I don't.

Aren't you interested?

What did you get Hanna?

Nothing.|- Nothing? How lovely!

Did you bake it or buy it?|- I bought it.

Where?

Sometimes you ask|too many questions, Mimi.

And sometimes|it's not appropriate.

Where did you buy it?|Is that such a complicated question?

Can't you tell me? What if I ever|want to get one like it?

At Salim Brothers.

When?|- Two months ago.

So you froze it?

No, I heated it up.

Why are you being rude?

All I did was ask|where she bought the cake...

Mimi, not now, honey.|This isn't a good time.

But they're so overpriced.|How much was it?

Many happy returns.

Where's Moshe?|- He's gone.

Did you see the cake|Didi got you?

Shall we have a toast?

This is the Voice of Israel|from Jerusalem. It is 5 o'clock.

The US emissary left Jerusalem|on his way to Damascus

to discuss negotiations|concerning the Golan Heights.

Grisha.

They want to give back|a part of the Golan.

I'm against it.

What do we get in return?|Nothing.

Do you think it could help us?

Yes?|Are you listening?

You're not listening to me.

I'm listening, I'm listening.

Well?|- Well, what?

What do you think?

I don't, Grisha.|I'm trying to concentrate.

To concentrate?|- Listen...

Either we screw or we talk.

I can't do both.

You can talk while you screw...

I can't. It's too much.|- It's not so complicated.

I'm not in the mood anymore.|- What do you mean?!

Besides, the air-conditioning|doesn't work.

I never had|air-conditioning here.

Grisha, I can't...|You're pressuring me.

Where are you going?|Moshe.

Be strong.

Is she gone?|- Yes.

She was wonderful.

My heart is with you.|She was very special.

I know she loved you all|very much.

I|loved her too. Be strong.

O God full of mercy,|offer eternal peace

under the wings of Your divinity,

amongst the saintly and pure

who shine like the firmament,

to the soul of Hanna,|who has left this world.

May she rest in paradise.

May the merciful God|protect her eternally

and keep her soul living.

The Lord be her abode.|May she rest in peace.

Amen.

In the name of Allah,|Allah the merciful,

King of Judgement Day.

We shall serve You|and You will help us.

Guide us in the way|of righteousness,

Set us in|the footsteps of those

who have been blessed|with your grace.

Amen.

May Allah have mercy on you!

Can I help with the funeral?

There will be no funeral.

She asked to have her body|given to science.

Allah will give her peace.

She died in her sleep.

Her heart stopped.

She died like a bird. In silence.

Without a sound.

Give me some water, I'm thirsty.

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