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- what are you going on about?

- But this is different, Kaslassy.

There were families, kids...

You know us, we're no softies.

Fine. Enough.

Take an unpaid leave.

You're not leaving,

you're getting some R&R.

We'll talk when you get back.

Thank you, Kaslassy.

You believe him?

You can't make up

something like that.

Yeah, they're not smart enough to lie.

How sad. Kids got killed...

That motherfuckin' Kadaev.

Three.

Tongue.

- Words.

- Words.

Kadaev?

Ran off?

With the money?

Indeed.

- Is that what you told him?

He'll find out

he died in the attack,

- his body was all over the restaurant.

- No he won't.

That Chechen wasn't legal,

no documents, no nothing.

He even looked Muslim,

they'll think he was the terrorist.

Don't worry, I thought of everything.

This is bad money! It's bad karma

and you're stealing it? From him?

This is not stolen money.

It's our retirement fund.

You wanted to retire, fine,

but we need some cash

to get on our feet, especially

after what we've been through.

So let's take the money

and go to New York, to Zadok.

We'll partner with him

in his food trucks.

You know how much he makes

on his hummus shakshuka?

And it's a culinary disaster to boot!

Who mixes shakshuka with hummus?

You know what we can do there?

We'll burn America with our food truck.

Picture it, "Fish Kebab."

I didn't get it, what?

Let's go to Zadok...

with our "Fish Kebab."

"God...

my wife and I are having a hard time,

I don't meet her expectations.

I do what I can, I work 17 hours a day,

I make food for the kids,

I can't do it anymore.

Help me restore the spark

to Varda's eyes?

Achikam Shem-Tov,

son of Dvora and Ephraim Shem-Tov."

Where'd you find this?

In my pocket.

- Is this from the Wailing Wall?

- Yeah, I... tried to talk to you,

you couldn't hear me,

I looked for something to write on,

so I pulled out that note.

I tried to talk to you! I had to...

Don't get upset.

Let's find the guy and help him.

We have the money to help, okay?

Okay.

"Okay?"

You mean you heard me?

I don't believe it,

my ear's unclogged.

For real?

Why did my ear come unclogged

just when you said we'd help him?

I hear you...

Think about it.

You were going on

about the fish kebab...

but when you said

let's help him with the money...

It came unclogged.

The problem is, how do we restore

the spark to Varda's eyes.

- You only read what he wrote.

- So?

You didn't read what wasn't written.

"I make food for the kids."

What do you learn from that?

That he can cook.

That he takes part in raising...

That's the obvious answer.

What's the hidden meaning?

Grilled cheese?

Kids, in the plural. Not one kid.

He has to support them,

he has to feed them.

Just to prove to you, he also writes

"I work 17 hours a day."

You see, the dude doesn't rest.

And still she's not happy with him.

Why?

Money! He doesn't make enough.

Increase his salary,

reduce his work hours,

the spark will come back,

so will the respect.

The love.

Maybe they'll even have

another kid.

It's important for the kids.

They need their parents.

Why did you have to say that?

Achikam Shem-Tov?

- What?

- Did you write this?

I don't know.

What do you want?

Don't freak out, we're here to help.

Now answer the question.

Don't lie.

Chuma will beat you up.

Yes, I wrote it.

I'm sorry, I...

- Take us to the manager.

- We can't just walk in on him.

We shall see about that.

Can't you just say,

"We'll see about that?"

It's more memorable.

I'll get back to you.

What?

We're good friends

of Achikam Shem-Tov.

We want you to give him a raise.

A raise for Achikam...

Get the hell outta here.

Before I call the cops.

Out!

No! No!

Let me up!

Take her to a nice restaurant.

You can order fried risotto balls

with cheese for the appetizer.

They're crispy and soft.

For the first coursethey should

share a fillet of bass,

without the bones.

And then for dessert,

take her to Cafe Rimon,

Order some Napoleon cake.

Give her back the spark.

I don't know how to thank you.

There is a God in heaven.

I knew angels existed,

but I didn't imagine them...

you know...

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Go home!

What a great feeling.

Amazing.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall

when he shows his wife the raise.

You just gave me the chills.

Me too.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five!

Five white cars in a row.

I said if one white car goes by...

then five will go by.

Who did you say it to?

To myself.

Forget that.

Zadok got back to me...

He called from some parking lot

in New Jersey.

You say Zadok

and a jackass walks by.

Forget that. Listen to me!

He catered this Betty Perry gig,

he sold 1,500 portions

of humshuka in four hours.

You know how much

he sells a portion for?

Eight dollars and fifty cents.

And what expenses does he have?

Even if you count everything,

Maybe 2.3 dollars per portion.

You know how much

that leaves him with?

6.2 dollars per portion.

Multiply that by 1500.

- How much does he make?

- 9300.

9300 dollars in four hours.

See what I mean?

He says that with our money

we can take on our own food truck.

And he'll be our partner, 50%.

Steve, what are you doing?

I get what you're about,

no more Kaslassy,

you want to be your own man.

I took care of us.

You took care of yourself.

Why are you being like that?

Because I don't want to go to Zadok

and sell fish kebab.

The food truck is your dream.

I got all the answers.

You wanna keep playing?

What answers did you get, Chuma?

Who did you get answers from?

The five white cars that drove by?

Are you a little kid?

Keep putting me down, why don't you?

I'm not, I really want to know.

What do you want to do?

I want to read another note.

You opened one!

We paid back our debt to society,

we're even.

Even?

This look like a game to you?

You have to give back all your life.

All my life?! Then how will we live?

I don't get you!

We were supposed to be dead

but we're alive.

We'll do what we gotta do,

with God's help.

You really do need God's help.

Hey, sit down, we're playing a game.

- Forget about it.

- Chuma!

Forget it.

Chuma!

Don't follow me.

Go to Jersey, make fish kebab.

Are you a p*ssy?

I'm going it on my own.

Get back here, Chuma!

Fine, I won't get back to Zadok.

Fifty percent is too much anyway.

But just think about it, okay?

Meanwhile, I'm with you.

Let's get another note.

Only one?

What do you want?

I don't want one more.

Come back and have a beer with me.

I'm in a hurry.

Play me something tender.

You see, Avisar?

When there's a corner kick,

the center back

runs to the closest post.

That's your responsibility.

You get me?

Yes.

What's that scratch on your head?

Did you get hit?

No, I got brains.

This guy cracked my head open,

shoved brains inside

and closed me up.

Now I'm much smarter.

You're making that up.

Close your eyes.

This is for you.

- You mean it?

- Yes.

- What is it?

- Look.

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