Sallah Shabati Page #4

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Comrade, they' re hooting

again. -Be seeing you.

See you. -Goodbye.

"In Jumlat the

old Messiah lives

"alone in a house, without..."

What's going on over there?

What's he doing there?

What's that Sir? Another one?

It's the tourist season.

Everyone wants a plaque.

But that's not nice Sir.

It's like a lie.

How do you do? -How do

you do? -Follow me, please.

Mr. And Mrs. Zimmershein,

This is your forest.

What the hell's going on here?

Hey, stop that,

d'you hear me?

Stop that! Stop that.

What are you doing here?

It's Mr. Birnbaum's forest.

For them, you have to plant

a new forest.

You, you' re fired.

Me? -Yes you.

-Blessed be his name.

Salleh, you' re the first guy to

be fired from relief work.

There's a lot of people there.

I need some relief myself.

You haven't learned the rules

of the game yet.

It's a new game.

Goldstein, where did you get

so much money from?

I've got a bit left from

the last elections.

Elections? Is that hard work?

No. You get paid

for voting political.

You put a letter in an envelope

and you' re off free.

Which letter?

-The one they tell you.

Goldstein, looks like for once

there's some easy work

though I can't work at it.

-Why?

I don't recognize

the letters so well.

It doesn't matter. It's

secret and no one sees.

So how do they know what

you put in? -They don't.

That's democracy.

"The evening breeze,

Sings in the trees

"To whom does it sing?

To you and to me.

'The two of us here...

Hush. It's late.

I must go home.

Can't we walk a little?

That's how things are here,

not like in the kibbutz.

Who says? Maybe I should

ask if I can date you?

Is this a date? -Of course.

In a minute.

Habuba! Habuba!

To hell with it.

Habuba, Habuba,

Home.

What's the matter Salleh?

I don't like that counselor

from the kibbutz.

He's turning Habuba's head.

-Habuba's a good girl.

Did I say she was bad?

Only in the evening,

I want her in the house.

House? This is a house?

Can anyone see a house?

Sits in his hotel all day long,

doing nothing, like a king,

and says, house, he says.

Don't start with me woman.

Give Paula some milk.

Backgammon, backgammon all day

playing with that Goldstein.

He's not ashamed. An

Ashkenazi playing backgammon.

We' re all Jews.

There's no difference.

How long do we have to stay

here, with the little ones

playing in the dirt and the big

ones running around like...

Is it my fault? -Did Ben Gurion

make my children?

Go to work so we can get

a house. -What can I do?

They said they'd give us

a house and they don't.

Everybody else gets,

except me. What can I do?

Good evening.

Where's the money? -Money?

-From the work in the forest.

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