Lemon Tree Page #4

military necessity".

But we'll forgive the oversight.

day in, day out,

Salma and I cultivated the land

and the trees.

It's not just watering and fertilizing.

Trees are like people.

Trees are like people.

They have souls,

they have feelings.

They need to be talked to,

need tender loving care.

I don't use a tractor,

I only use my own hands.

This soil is the best in the land.

No, not only in the land,

but in the whole wide world.

This is a soil sample taken

from Mrs. Zidane's grove.

Lab tests show it has not been

properly tended to for long time.

Most trees bear no fruit at all,

others bear foul fruit,

because they all have diseases

that went untreated.

And why, if I may ask,

are the trees in such bad shape?

No need to reply, Mr. Ziegler,

we all know the answer.

Because this order bans Mrs. Zidane

from entering the grove,

and when she ignored it,

she was chased out at gun point

by the soldiers and Secret Service.

So, as agreed, we meet Tuesday.

Don't worry about the case...

I'm not worried.

Mr. Braverman, I'm honored.

My name is Ziad Daud...

I know who you are.

Tell me, what do you think you're doing?

Do you really think you can

fight this country?

Look, I've handled many cases of

Iand expropriation and house demolitions

but when it comes to state security...

you don't stand a chance.

And your case is even more complicated.

Lemon trees, a Defense Minister.

A lethal combination.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Um Nasser?

Hello.

Welcome, Abu Camal,

what an honor. Come in.

Come in.

How's Nasser?

Isn't he coming back?

What's he doing in America?

He works there, and he'll study computers.

If your late husband were still alive...

he'd never let him go to America.

God rest his soul...

May you live long.

Please.

Um Nasser, I hear bad things, you hear?

People say bad things about you.

You are a respectable woman,

and you raised very respectable daughters.

So what happened?

What's the story with the lawyer?

I hear he's your son's age.

Um Nasser,

I won't let anyone desecrate the

memory and honor of your late husband.

Not even you.

Don't make me come here again.

Tasty, thank you.

Take it to the yard

and you'll be shown where to put it.

What?

Is everything going well? Yeah.

Amazing tree. Where did you get it?

Thanks.

Can I help with anything?

No thanks dear.

Today you're a guest,

and guests don't work.

Hello, Mrs. Navon.

Hello, Samir, how are you?

Fine. Just fine. Good.

Amin, give some humus for the bodyguards.

Eat up, guys, you'll be busy later.

Amin, Amin, come here.

What's the matter?

Excuse me, ma'am.

You idiots! You forgot the lemons?

Stop yelling! There's a lemon grove here.

My idiots forgot to bring lemons.

So what's the problem?

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What are you doing here?!

Who let you into my grove?

Why are you picking my lemons?!

Get out of here! Get out, I said!

And leave those behind!

Hey, go home,

you're not allowed in here,

go before we arrest you.

Get out of here! Out!

Hey, stop it!

Out! Out! Stop it and go home!

Out with all of you! Out!

Leave me alone!

Come on, leave her alone! That's enough!

Soldier!

We just wanted a few lemons.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

How are you?

Fine. Something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

What's all that racket? A wedding?

No, a big party over

at the Minister's house.

They're playing Farid el-Atrash,

as if they understand his music.

How are you?

Me? Fine.

We'll talk again tomorrow?

Yeah, ok. Tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Great party, Mira. Fantastic.

Thank you.

Hey, Mira'le, a little attention

over here, please.

Have you forgotten me?

Since she's Mrs. Defense Minister,

you can't talk to her.

Dear friends,

I'm so happy to see

all of you here today.

Housewarmings are always heart-warming,

and this house is all Mira's doing.

And even if at times

I feel like a guest here,

I'd like to thank her,

and I'm sure you do too.

How are you doing?

Ok, I guess. - As long as lsrael

puts up with me being here...

The PM sends his best and apologizes

for not being able to attend.

The coalition is in a crisis again...

Well, I don't want to take up your time,

so I'll just tell you

that as a lad in Beer-Sheba,

my parents were famous

for their garden parties

that always ended with

deafening sing-alongs.

My father was always off tune,

but with a lot of charm,

so I have a surprise for you all:

The next person on the podium,

and maybe my successor in the cabinet,

will sweep you off your feet.

But first a toast to us

and the State of lsrael.

Cheers.

Cheers.

And now, the surprise I promised you...

Einat Saruf!

First, here's a kiss

for always being so nice to me.

And a toast to your gorgeous

new house, your new job,

to you, dear friends,

and to the State of lsrael,

let's sing.

"l watched the Sea of Galilee glisten

in bluish-green"

"and a purple wave swooshing in,"

"and I thought to myself: all is possible,"

"as long as we sing"

Everybody:

"All's open, it's not too late"

"tomorrow will be better,"

"it's possible, it's doable"

"as long as we sing"

"I've been to Afula,

I've been to Eilat..." Shelly!

"and in Hahula Reservation"

"l found refuge"

"and I thought to myself:

all is possible"

"as long as we sing."

The Defence Minister! Hurray!

What was that? A suicide bomb?

Mrs. Navon, come with me, please.

Reports coming in from lsrael

of an attack

near the Defence Minister's house,

possibly carried out

by our brave Fatah fighters...

Anybody been here over the past hour?

Are you hiding anyone?

I'm sure you're hiding somebody in here.

Tequila Head from Tequila 2, over.

Found anything in there?

No, all clear.

Come on, guys, let's move.

Mrs. Zidane?

Mrs. Zidane?

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

I'm Tamar Gera from "Yediot Ahronot".

I'd like a few words with you.

Me no speak Hebrew.

It's ok. I speak Arabic.

I'm a reporter for "Yediot Ahronot".

May I sit down?

Be my guest.

Sorry about the mess.

The soldiers were here last night

after the attack near

the Minister's house.

Have a seat.

Tasty...

So, being the Defense Minister's

neighbor isn't easy, is it?

Ever since they moved in,

my life has turned into hell.

And yesterday the Minister himself stole

some of my lemons.

The Minister?

How so?

He sent his soldiers into my grove

to pick lemons for his party,

didn't even bother to ask my permission.

What are you writing?

You really think he would ask?

I wish he'd leave my trees alone.

Yesterday his wife said she was sorry.

Do you know her?

Mira?

Yes, I've known her for a long time.

This grove seems so harmless, doesn't it?

Yet from this very grove came the bullet

intended to kill me.

We'll compensate the lady

for all her losses,

but we don't have a choice in the matter.

Do you have any contact with her?

No, we don't have contact with her,

which is a shame

because she strikes us as

a very nice lady.

Mrs. Navon, what do you think about it?

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