Maya Page #3

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I don't want to be wrong

with this role.

I haven't slept for nights.

I can't explain

how important it is to me.

What do you say?

Let me think about it.

I won't bother anyone.

See you later.

Blessed art thou, lord,

king of the universe,

who gives us the fruit of the vine.

- Amen.

Hand washing.

Where are all the eggs?

Grandpa...

Grandpa ate the eggs.

Grandpa, where are

all the eggs?

He said buy eggs.

He said it's closed.

I don't know how

he didn't choke.

He's strong as a horse.

He said I'm sailing on a boat...

To Istanbul!

Grandpa

Come to bed.

I'm getting married tomorrow.

To whom?

- We'll see.

I had another one.

What?

- Hand.

You had three hands?

Of course.

Grandpa!

Be passive, listen to them...

Observe them.

It'll be alright.

Come to see me later.

Irit, give me your mug.

What's your name?

Maya.

What's your thing?

Everyone's got a thing here.

Gabi thinks he's

a heart surgeon.

Irit thinks if she lines

all up

her father will love her.

Gil's a soldier. It's a secret.

He doesn't say anything.

Yardena thinks her mother

wants to get into her stomach.

Carlos thinks he's a snake.

Carlos, como esta?

So what have you got?

Anat, go back to your place!

Don't get excited...

That's her thing.

Girls. That's why

they locked her up.

That's not why they locked her up.

- Really? Why?

Because she puts out

cigarettes on her ass.

Anat, enough!

What?

I deserve a little action.

What happened, Anati...

The doctor?

What a dream

I had about him...

She's in love with Dr. Biran.

What about you?

- What?

What's your case?

They took my baby.

- You have a baby?

Yes. They took him.

- Why?

They say he isn't mine.

- I get it.

Someone has a baby

and you think it's yours.

He's mine.

Maternal fixation.

How can you tell?

I understand these things.

From what you've told me,

plan to be here a long time.

You don't usually

recover from it.

If someone decides he's

John Lennon or Jim Morrison

or that he has a baby,

It's a long story.

Very long.

If you want to get out

of here quickly,

tell them you know

it isn't your baby.

That you merely said it.

So why don't you tell them

you're not a heart surgeon?

With me it's different.

I don't have

what everyone has.

I really am a heart surgeon...

I want my baby!

Give me my baby!

That's not bad,

but on that line,

run to the other side

of the stage

as if you see someone there

holding your baby.

It's your baby.

Nili, what happened

in high school?

I don't know...

I don't know...

I want my baby,

give me my baby!

No, it's not right.

I can't run.

Why not?

It was great.

Because of the pills

I'm taking.

What pills?

- In the hospital.

I can't run. I'll fall.

Maya, it's a play.

It has to be dramatic.

Is it okay for me to stand here

like an idiot?

Why? You want to see what's

happening to her.

Maybe he goes to her,

and tries to stop her.

Okay, give it a try.

One more time

from the same place.

Medically speaking,

she's right.

Dramatically,

this is much better.

I want to emphasize her obsession.

The running does that.

You've to choose if you want

drama or truth.

I want them both,

and I'll get them.

What happened?

I bent his car key.

- Whose?

The Arab. At the checkpoint.

It's just a dream.

It's not so terrible.

It is terrible.

They're always chasing me.

- Who?

The keys, the documents,

the chickens, the children.

Did you tell the doctor?

Why do you think I'm here?

- I don't know.

I lost my sense of judgment.

I can't tell a human

from an Arab.

My mother couldn't tell

between me and the cats.

She'd give them the cocoa

and me the milk.

There's hot tea.

Come and drink.

You're going home again today?

I'm only here as an out patient.

I ask myself why he needed

the samovar...

What are you talking about?

An Arab at the checkpoint,

couldn't go through the turnstile

with his samovar.

The solider said he'd get it

back on the other side.

After he got through,

he asked for the samovar.

The solider told him:

"I already gave it".

Who'd he give it to?

To another Arab.

- Why?

He can't tell them apart.

What did the Arab do?

He begged to get

his samovar back,

the soldier hit him in the head

with the rifle.

Did you see it?

- Yeah.

And you didn't do anything?

- I did.

What?

I pointed my gun at the soldier.

And shot?

I didn't get a chance to.

The other soldiers hit me.

When I woke up in the clinic,

the doctor said that I'd lost

my sense of judgment

that it's serious,

but they might cure me.

Am I going home today?

- You don't have a home.

Why did you enlist?

Were you afraid to go to jail?

I was afraid of my father.

But it's your life, not

your father's. - I know.

So if you know...

- It doesn't help.

Parents get

stuck in your throat.

You can't swallow and

you can't throw up.

Maybe they should be treated,

not you.

How did you know when

I was leaving?

I guessed.

Where are you?

These people...

In the end you'll like it

and want to stay there.

You want something to drink?

Where are you?

I have no character.

You regret it?

I don't want to see them!

They'll take the baby from me!

What happened?

I think it'll be truer

if I don't shout...

No, her parents

are her enemies.

They throw her off balance.

They're still her parents!

Maya, you see everything

through your character.

That's fine, but there are

other elements here,

that work together like

an orchestra.

Every musician is a part

of the orchestration.

I'm building a concept

that's going somewhere.

You have to trust me.

Like all the others do.

I hope.

Sure...

I trust you.

Don't worry

if it's good or bad.

You're stopping yourself.

It's a shame.

Open up... Open up...

Even if it looks bad to you.

Okay, again from...

- You'll have a visit today.

Go ahead.

You'll have a visit today.

- Who?

Your mother and father.

No, I don't want to see them!

They'll take the baby from me!

You don't have a baby, Maya.

You know that.

I want the baby back!

He needs me.

I'm his mother...

I'm his mother.

You have no reason to stroke

her head, Ruby.

It was fine.

I'm not sure crying

is right here.

You tell me to open up,

and now you don't like it.

It's not about liking it or not.

There has to be a reason.

Why do you think

she cries here?

Because she's in love

with him.

With who?

- With the doctor.

Why she's in love

with the doctor?

You're angry at your parents.

They want to take your baby.

Since I'm alone here

I'm dependent on the doctor.

I see it in the hospital.

A lot of times

it's really love.

If I wanted Nili to be in love

with the doctor,

I would've written it

that way.

Maybe she's right.

There's something touching

about her crying.

It's effective.

Maybe she's' in love

with the doctor,

and the doctor understands...

and loves her too...

No?

You don't think so...

Honestly, I don't think so.

Let's do it again from

the beginning.

Can we take

a five-minute break?

Take five minutes.

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