It is the days after October 7. Y., a jazz musician in Israel, is barely making ends meet. His wife Yasmin is a dancer. In the climate of national emergency and collective grief, they decide to say yes — to every invitation, commission, and request that comes from the Israeli elite. Y. is asked to compose a new national anthem. They begin selling their talents, their bodies, their time to a bleeding nation. Lapid watches with fury what saying yes does to them.