Sallah Shabati Page #6

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I' II kill 'em all, the thieves.

Thieves, thieves.

Hallo Freda. -Hallo Zigi.

Hallo Zigi. -Hallo Neuman,

How are you?

Maybe for all that Zizi?

-For all what Neuman?

Why have you come here?

-It's like this Zigi, we came

to prevent you from doing

something irresponsible.

Are you really stupid or

are you just putting it on?

There's nothing more to say.

I can't live without Habuba.

Habuba costs 800 lira.

I don't get the 800 lira.

I' m leaving to find work and

that's that. -That's that?

Very nice, I' m sure. -Leave it

Neuman. Leave him alone.

Zigi doesn't care about the

moral harm he causes. The

people in the camp will think

they can grow daughters and

sell them to the agricultural

sector at exaggerated prices.

But 800 lira is not an

exaggerated price!

Do you know how much

aluminum piping you can get

for that price. And 10

kerosene stoves.

But who wants to cuddle up

to a kerosene stove?

Calm down Zigi...

Fellow members, there is...

Dear Lord...

Hallo Mr. Zigi, I' m here.

Hallo Mr. Shabaty. Please

meet Habuba's father.

We have already met.

Hallo. -Hallo Sir.

You' re not going to give

money for Mr. Zigi?

Comrade Shabaty, let's have

a talk, like old friends.

Why?

Comrade Zigi tells me

that you' re demanding

700 lira for your daughter.

It's 800, Sir. -800.

Habuba is young and strong

and can work like crazy.

That's no way to...

-I don't talk to women.

It's difficult to accept that.

You don't have to, Lady.

A woman doesn't sit and

listen to men talk. She does

washing and cooking. See?

My dear Sir. We are living

in the 20th century.

I live in a transit camp, Lady.

The 20th century's not a place

to live. -Nor is the camp.

We' re not talking about living

standards, but emotions.

This is about a father selling

his daughter, like a horse.

A horse? I' m selling Habuba

like a horse am I?

Can you get a horse for 800

lira, can you?

The lady knows how much

is a horse? -1200 or 1500 lira.

An old horse. A new

one costs 2000.

For sure Lady. You can

get a woman for 50 lira.

The sort of woman who's like

Miss Comrade.

Not young, not pretty, not

work. Just talk all day.

Certainly it's possible.

-My dear Sir...

No friend.

-Dear Sir...

Freda, leave him alone.

-Zigi, leave me alone.

This has gone too far.

My dear Mr. Shabaty,

You oriental communities,

with all due respect,

must try and adapt to our

country's new, modern reality,

and forget your own barbarian

customs which

you brought with you.

Forget? Why should I forget?

You always want us forgetting

what's not good for you.

Tell me Sir, if our customs are

' barb', whatever that word is

we have a custom where the father

gives 1000 lira for his

daughter to marry in kibbutz?

This also we should forget?

Not this. You say only to

forget if not good for you.

You say it's not good. Why?

Why do Sir and Lady eat

shnitzel all day?

Pretty songs, pretty songs,

like cotton wool.

That's no good.

Symphony in minor all day on

radio to drive you mad.

And that's good?

Why Sir and lady hear this

only this all the years?

When they were little they

heard just this, just this?

Now already, they don't know

what's good.

Barbara or no, our custom is

to pay father

for bringing up daughter all

the years for Mr. Zigi.

Here in kibbutz, you sow and

you don't want harvest?

Enough. We don't

need anything.

Mr. Zigi, I wanted money for

housing project,

but now I don't need. I see

you talk and talk

but truth is, you' re poorer

than social welfare.

Finished. We don't

need anything.

To tell the truth, Mr. Zigi,

I can get 800 lira for Habuba.

What do you think of that?

From a bus driver who is very

inter-urban.

But Habuba doesn't love him

because of he's fat.

We don't need.

Salah Shabaty gives his

Habuba for Mr. Zigi.

For no money.

How's that?

Mr. Shabaty. -Thank you.

Salleh Shabaty doesn't take

money from poor people.

Just a moment, poor?

What's this, Neuman, we' re poor?

Wait a minute. No fat driver is

going to out-do our kibbutz.

There's no difference.

No money is no money

Don't you do us any favors.

You' II get your money.

Down to the last penny.

-Freda, my dear.

Zigi, what are you doing?

Stop that, really.

So you mean, you do

want to pay me?

Yes! Yes!

Well, if you all want,

I' II take.

Everybody here.

Yes, the Sir is giving money

for Habuba.

Not yet, not yet. Sir.

Neuman, Is it final? Where will

we get the money from?

I know.

We can steal chickens.

Sir...

Not here, come with me.

Mr. Shabaty, I congratulate

you. -Thank you very much.

I' II never ever forget this.

-Leave me alone already.

I' m resigning anyway.

Excuse me, Comrade Shabaty,

how do you want the money?

Like money. -I understand,

but how many payments?

It doesn't matter, as long

as I get all of it now.

No, not here. Come inside.

750!

49.50.

More small change.

50...

That's alright I' II live.

-From your lips...

Thank you.

Got it. Now for the

housing project.

Here's our sociological.

Hallo, Simon. -Hi Dad.

-Hallo, Mr Shabaty. -Hallo.

I've got news. I' m getting a

new room. A family room.

For how many girls? -Two of

us. Simon and me.

We' re getting married first, of

course. What did you think?

What, you and...

get married.

That's a good thing, my son.

She's a very good girl.

In spite of the snake bite.

Come on woman, don't cry.

This is a great day.

Not only will we get a house,

but also grandchildren...

Bat-Sheva is a good girl,

healthy, strong, works well.

No!

Yes.

Enough, back to the camp.

Salleh Shabaty, he' II never

have a house, never ever,

Never, Salleh Shabaty,

Never.

What's going on. What are

you all doing here?

What are you doing?

What did I do?

You think I' m a thief?

Leave my children alone.

Leave my children.

What do you want of

my children?

What have we done?

I said you won't decide where

you live. The housing project!

What's wrong? -Go to the

houses! -To the houses...

That was successful, that was.

-Congratulations Salleh.

Congratulations. Backgammon?

Off to work.

Fix this.

"In Jumlan lives an old

Messiah, in Jumlan...

"And he was lucky seven-fold

"And who was born first?

-Jamila, his daughter...

"And who was born next?

-Jamila, his daughter.

"And who was after that?

-Jamila his daughter,

"And who was born last?

-Zillah and Gilah

"No son to bear his name.

-Till the Messiah comes again.

"Salleh Shabaty"

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