Shtisel (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Concealment in the Concealment - full transcript

I miss you, Hanina.

PREVIOUSLY ON

I'll come home this Shabbat.

I want you to go to his Yeshiva.
We'll get him to divorce her.

I am here to tell you
that you're not wanted

in our home.

You will divorce Ruchami.

-Libbi wants to get engaged to you.
-She does?

We have some distinct conditions.
No more painting, ever.

Hello, Kaufman.
I don't want to show my paintings.

Mazal Tov to the young couple.
Mazal Tov, Mazal Tov, Mazal Tov.



Introducing the wunderkind,
Zvi Arye Shtisel.

You are so talented.

I could have been the lead singer
performing all over the world.

I've always wanted to open an office here

but I needed someone I could trust.

You can't disappear on me two weeks
before the exhibition.

I'm sorry, I've made up my mind.

You got money, a studio,
you can't just walk away.

Shtisel, I'll sue you, I swear.

Abot Hameiri Barkai Productions

Talisma Productions

Created by
Yehonatan Indursky and Ori Elon

Dov Glickman

Michael Aloni



Sasson Gabay

Neta Riskin

Zohar Strauss

Shira Haas

Hadas Yaron

Casting
Hila Yuval

Executive Producers
Eitan Abot and Guy Hameiri

Line Producers
Isca Gur-Luzon and Aviv Ben Shlush

Art Director
Shimri Gal Novak

Music
Avi Belleli

Cinematography
Roey Roth

Editor
Gilad Ariel

Screenplay Editor
Sayed Kashua

Screenplay
Ori Elon and Yehonatan Indursky

Executive Producer and Editor
Dikla Barkai

Director
Alon Zingman

SHTISEL

It's done.

This is a sad day, Anshin.

There has never been a sadder day
than Anshin's closing shop.

I'm not closing anything, I'm just moving.

Leaving the neighborhood is closing shop,
Anshin.

That's it.

Over and done with.

You want...

to come with us for some tea and biscuits?

No, I'm going to the hotel.

-Tell me, how's the groom?
-Fine, like any other groom.

Who would have thought your wild artist
would settle down.

Every Jew has to grow up sometime.

What you couldn't do in 27 years,
I did in 30 minutes.

You? What do you mean?

Didn't he tell you about my conditions?

What are you talking about?

I told him,
"Boy, if you want to marry my princess,

you have to become a serious Jew,
pray regularly,

forget all about that painting nonsense
and be a real Jew."

That's what you said?

Oh yes, of course,
he did tell me several times.

What counts is that
he and Libbi are happy.

Praise God. Take care.

What's with the sourpuss?

-What? I'm fine.
-Good.

I don't know...

I'm in a bit of a jam with Kaufman.

What jam?

When's your exhibition?

-I'm not doing the exhibition.
-Why not?

Because...

I decided to give up painting.

Why would you do that?

That's what I decided.

And Libbi preferred it too.

If that's what you decided,
why do you seem so unsure?

I got a call from this man,

he says he's Kaufman's lawyer.

He wants to sue me.

-Why?
-For cancelling the exhibition

after I got some of the prize money.

That Koifman doesn't seem like a man
you want to mess with.

Kaufman.

Listen, Kiva...

tell him that you're slightly confused,
apologize nicely

and tell him you'll do the exhibition.

-But--
-Let me finish.

You do the exhibition
but use someone else's name.

That way he won't lose out
and neither will you.

It's not that, Dad.

Why not? Finish what you started.

You might even make some money.

I can't.

I promised Libbi I'm not doing it anymore.

So you promised.

You think your mother knew
every little thing I was doing?

You're not a child anymore.

Here's a good tip for life.

You don't have to give in
to Nuchem's every whim.

Ruchami...

it will be over this week.

It will be hard
but we'll get through it together.

Fine.

My child...

think of it as minor surgery,
everything will work out, okay?

When did you schedule the court date?
Thursday at noon?

The court set the date, not us.

-Do I have to be there?
-Of course, you must.

What are you afraid of?

I don't know.

I guess I'm afraid of seeing him.

Why?

Are you afraid he'll fly into a rage?

That's not it at all.

Just goes to show you've never met him.

I'm afraid it will be too painful.

The thing about disposable dishes
is that they're disposable.

But they're good dishes.

Whatever.

Today this guy approached me
at the Kollel...

and said...

"I hear you can sing,
we need a singer for our band."

-What did you say?
-I laughed.

Why? You're a good singer, Zvi Arye.

Maybe you'll finally do something
with your talent.

I have other talents too, praise God.

Yes.

-You think I want to be a wedding singer?
-What's wrong with that?

It could bring in some money.

A scholar like me a wedding singer?

-What will people think?
-Who cares?

Aren't you fed up of thinking
what other people will think?

What?

Nothing. I'm going to bed, good night.

I'll think about it.

Good night.

Just so you know,
being a singer is very dignified,

the public admires singers
more than they admire Torah scholars.

And that's why the public looks
the way it does.

Shtisel...

are you with me?

I'm with you, of course.

The adjudicators wrote that food
that is one third done

cannot be cooked any further.

-Kaufman, are you here?
-Shtisel, is that you?

So, Shlezinger scared you?

-Shlezinger?
-The lawyer.

-I'll be right out.
-I'm waiting.

Take a popsicle from the freezer.

There you are.

One for you.

-Melon flavored, the best.
-No, thank you.

-Take it.
-No.

-I said take it.
-Fine, thank you.

"Blessed are You, God,
at whose word all came to be."

Amen.

I'd like to apologize.

I'm going through a rough time...

-and--
-Forget the apologies, get to the point.

I gave it some thought.

We can have the exhibition as planned

but I want it...

to be under another name, not mine.

-A pseudonym?
-No, another name.

Pseudonym, another name,
an alias that an artist uses.

Yes, another name.

Shtisel, this will surprise you...

I agree.

We have nine pieces so far...

I committed to 15.

But I'll tell the museum

-that ten will do.
-Okay.

That means you have to paint one more.

-Tell me, I'm in suspense.
-First we'll order drinks.

All in good time.

-I hope I won't be disappointed.
-No fear of that.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Here are our food and wine menus.

Yes, we'd like to order wine.

What would you like?

Your most expensive wine.

-Lippe.
-We have premium wines.

-Tell us about them.
-Lippe, no.

Relax.

We have Zauberman Limited Edition,
850 shekels a bottle.

We have the Teperberg 1950 Port
which I highly recommend.

-How much does it cost?
-One thousand fifty shekels a bottle.

-And you say it's worth it.
-Stop this nonsense, Lippe.

-Hold on.
-It's wonderful

but we have more expensive wines too.

-Yarden Katzrin 2003 and--
-No...

-the Port Hamburger sounds excellent.
-Teperberg.

-Yes.
-No, no.

I won't have this.

Would you like a minute
to think about it?

Thank you.

What's with you?
Who orders a 1000-shekel wine?

Giti, loosen up.

All right.

You're not spending 1000 shekels
on a bottle of wine.

Fine, fine.

You remember the money we got from Renta?

Hold on.

I invested it with Shtruck,
the investment advisor.

And?

We have...

Are you listening?

Two hundred eighty-seven thousand

in the bank.

Two hundred eighty-seven thousand,
all ours.

-That's a lot of money.
-It's a fortune.

Now do you get why I want to celebrate?

Two hundred eighty-seven thousand?

Do you know what you want to do with it?

It's not what I want to do,
it's what you want to do.

-What?
-I decided that...

because of everything that happened...

I want you to decide what to do

with the money.

If that's okay by you.

-Have you decided?
-Yes.

-We'll have the--
-Bring us one of your 100-shekel wines.

-Okay.
-Thank you.

-I played, you know.
-Just for...

Yeah.

-I got there and played--
-Hello...

how are you? I'm looking for Gurelnik.

Excuse me.

-It's you I spoke to yesterday?
-Yes.

-Hello.
-I'm Arye.

-Arye what?
-Cohen.

Okay. Did you prepare anything?

Yes. I hope so.

Then we'll give you the okay
or the oy vey.

-What's that?
-That's what we call our auditions.

Either you're okay or oy vey.

Take this mic, I want to hear you sing

and see how you perform.

-Okay.
-Okay?

Guys, let's do this.

What are you going to sing?

-Do you know "Even in Concealment"?
-Sure, it's a killer song.

Give him his cue.

Even in the most concealed

Even in the most concealed
Of concealed places

Certainly He of the blessed name
Is also found there

Even in the most concealed

Even in the most concealed
Of concealed places

Certainly He of the blessed name
Is also found there

I stand with you

Even through hard times that befall you

I stand, I stand, I stand

I stand with you

Even through hard times that befall you

I stand, I stand, I stand

Well?

Oy vey?

Are you telling me you never sang before?

Not really.
When I was a kid but...

-that was many years ago.
-I'm giving you an okay this big.

Listen, we have a wedding next Monday.

When you get back from the party
on Thursday

I want you to rehearse with him.
I want you there.

Hold on, this music thing is just a hobby,

I'm not sure
I want to do it professionally.

Do you want to be a singer or not?

Yes...

very much so.

It's been a lifelong dream.

I pretended I was alone in the room
and sang as if I'm in the shower.

-I hear you when you sing in the shower.
-You're not them, they're pros.

Anyways, one guy plays the guitar,
another the organ, another the drums

and then there's Gurelnik
who plays the electric guitar.

They started playing
and I really got into it,

I gave it my all.

-Sing for me too.
-Without music?

Just a little, don't I deserve it?

Okay, just a little.

Even in the most concealed

Even in the most concealed
Of concealed places

Certainly He of the blessed name
Is also found there

And I went on and on.

You sound amazing.

I can see you on stage
in front of all the children

and me telling my friends
that my husband is the singer.

That's not what I want.

-I want to be a head teacher.
-You're my teacher, that's good enough.

Sing me some more.

I stand with you

Even through hard times that befall you

I stand, I stand, I stand

I stand with you

Even through hard times that befall you

I stand, I stand, I stand

Let's go to sleep, Zvi Arye.

It's late.

I want the same style
but warmer and cleaner,

so that people feel at home.

-And I want new plumbing.
-Yes, your husband told me.

WEISS RESTAURANT,
MOTHER'S COOKING

I thought of telling him to write Giti.

No, I don't want my name
out there for all to see.

Weiss is your name too.

Yes, but there are many Weiss'.

True.

And there is only one Giti.

A new restaurant.

A new restaurant, good ol' home cooking.

A new restaurant, good ol' home cooking.

Come in.

Yosa'le...

why aren't you at the Yeshiva?

I got kicked out.

Hold on, what's that?

-It's a dog.
-What's that thing doing here?

It's not a thing,
it's a dog and his name is Dubche.

Dubche?

Yosa'le, what's going on with you?

I found him outside the Yeshiva,

I fed him, now we're friends.

Well, at least close the door.

And hold on to him tight.

Grandpa, don't be afraid.

He doesn't bite and he's so soft.
Here, pat him.

Now I understand why you were kicked out.

It was raining,

I couldn't leave him outside,

so I brought him into my room.

Into your room? Oy vey.

My roommates liked him...

but someone told on me
and I got kicked out.

Of course, you did.
Yosa'le, what's going on?

A Yeshiva student
can't be playing around with dogs.

It's an impure animal.

There's a saying in Yiddish,

"A Jew with a dog,
either he's not a Jew or it's not a dog."

You know what that means?

I do. That's exactly
what the supervisor told me.

Bye, Grandpa.

Wait, where are you going?
Get over here, Yosa'le.

Here's what we'll do.

Give me the phone.

And the phone directory.

We'll call your supervisor
and calm him down.

But he kicked me out for good.

Don't worry, we'll work this out.

Rabbi Mendelman?

Hello, this is Shulem Shtisel,

Yosa'le Weiss' grandfather.

Reb Shulem,
this has never happened to me.

Listen, kids...

can do crazy things,

no need to make a big deal out of it.

Don't tell the head of the Yeshiva
or Yosa'le's parents.

He'll return to the Yeshiva.

-But without the dog.
-Without the dog, don't worry.

Just don't mention this to anyone.

-He'll be back in an hour.
-Fine.

Take care.

Yosa'le, there's this organization
run by secular people

that takes care of stray dogs

and retired people,

secular and pseudo-religious.
Who have too much time on their hands,

who have big yards and lots of dog food,

go there to adopt dogs

and treat them like their children.

Believe me, he'll be happy there.

Hello, animal rescue?

-Come.
-He's afraid.

He'll get over it.

Hold him tight.

-Hello.
-Hello, we spoke on the phone.

Yes.

Are you sure you don't want to keep him?

We're very sure. We can't.

But if you'd tell my grandson
that he has nothing to worry about

and that you'll find a home for him,
I'd be very grateful.

Look, we keep the dogs here
for three weeks.

If no one takes them,
we have to put them to sleep.

Until when?

Until forever.

It sucks but we don't have the budget.

But he's so small and cute.

-I'm sure someone will take him--
-I'm not leaving Dubche here.

What?

You make up your minds and let me know,
okay?

If you ask me, you should adopt him.

You have to go back to the Yeshiva,
Yosa'le.

I'm not going back until I find a home
for Dubche.

Listen...

here's what we'll do.

You go back to the Yeshiva
and I'll take the dog home.

When we find him a home
with nice people and a yard,

we'll give him to them, okay?

-You won't leave him out on the street?
-Absolutely not, I promise.

I'll keep him until I find
a five-star accommodation.

-Okay.
-Good.

I'll put you in a taxi
to take you to the Yeshiva

and you don't tell anyone,

not even your parents, all right?

Yes. Thank you, Grandpa.

-Enjoy.
-Thank you.

Hello.

Do you have anything filling
for nine shekels?

-Are you hungry?
-I am but I only have nine shekels.

That's okay, pay me back when you can.

No, thank you, I prefer not to.

I don't know
when I'll be back in Jerusalem.

Thank you, I'll manage.

Wait.

We have a special dish that costs
exactly nine shekels.

Go sit down.

Excuse me.

Your food is ready.

-Thank you.
-Enjoy.

"Blessed are You, God,
who brings forth bread from the earth."

Amen.

Ruchami, dear...

how are you?

Fine.

I'm here now so...

you want to go to the restaurant
to help out your mom?

Ruchami...

I hate that you have to get a divorce...

but...

Yes.

I guess...

it's the right thing to do.

Yes.

Remember what you said at my Bat Mitzvah?

What?

You know you're doing the right thing...

when the heart is happy.

So, if this is the right thing...

why is my heart so sad?

-I hope you liked it.
-It was delicious, thank you.

Don't mention it.

My mother used to make

-meatballs and mashed potatoes too.
-Used to?

Where is she?

She passed away.

I'm sorry.

It happened years ago.

One week before my Bar Mitzvah.

It must have been a sad Bar Mitzvah.

It was.

But I had a new suit
even though we were in mourning.

My mother was ill for months.

One morning she called me to her bed

and asked me to put on the new suit
that she got me for my Bar Mitzvah.

She said,
"I want to see my Bar Mitzvah boy."

Only later did I realize

that she wants me to wear the suit
for my Bar Mitzvah

and during mourning you're not allowed
to wear new clothes.

I lost my mother too.

Yes.

You can eat here whenever you want,
on the house.

Thank you.

Kive?

Kive?

Kive, are you here?

Kive, are you here?

He's not here.

Mom?

Mom.

-Do I know you?
-Mom...

it's me.

-Me.
-Me?

What's your name?

Me...

Mom...

me.

A.S.

-Yes, Shtisel?
-How are you?

I'm sorry for calling so late.

That's okay, I'm still at the gallery.

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

-Did you print the invitations?
-Not yet.

Good.

I know what name
I'll use for the exhibition

Tell me.

Akiva.

Akiva Shtisel.

Libbi...

did I wake you?

I'm sorry, good morning.

No...

it's not seven yet. Go back to sleep.

What?

I just wanted...

to hear your voice and...

No, no, everything's fine.

More than fine.

Go back to sleep.
Yes, of course, we'll talk later.

RABBINICAL COURT

I hope he remembers to come.

He probably forgot all about it.

-Do you have his phone number on you?
-He doesn't have a phone.

He said he'll be here, so he'll be here.

It's for the best, Ruchami...

you'll see.

We were worried about you.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Come with me a second.

Look at you.

Look at you.

Hi.

Are you hungry?

Let's see if there's some
leftover chicken schnitzel.

It's schnitzel Kive made for Shabbat,
you'll like it.

Tovi, I just got a call from the band.
They want me for a rehearsal.

Now? It's 10:15 p.m.

I know but the first show is coming up

and I have to be at the Kollel tomorrow.

So...

I won't go if you don't want me to.

Of course not, go.

Thanks, Tovi.

I'm so glad you're doing this.

If I complain here and there,
don't be alarmed.

All right.

I'll wait up for you

but if I fall asleep in the living room,
wake me when you come in.

Of course, I will.

Good night, Tovi.

The Orthodox public
is going to love Reggae.

It's the music with a capital M.

I don't like upbeat music.

Reggae with a Hassidic rhythm.

It has to be upbeat.

If it's not upbeat it's not...

Reggae with just a touch of electric.

Electric reggae is great.

Someone's here.

Cohen, come on in.

Why so shy?

These are our friends.

They come here to listen to music.

Come.

Guys, this is Cohen,
our new band member.

Gurelnik says you're practically Shwekey.
We want to see for ourselves.

Shwekey will be taking lessons
from him one day.

Show them what you got.

Guys, pick up your instruments.

"There shall be heard", okay?

Yet again there shall be heard
In the cities of Judah

And in the streets of Jerusalem

Yet again there shall be heard
In the cities of Judah

And in the streets of Jerusalem

The voice of joy and the voice of gladness

The voice of the groom
And the voice of the bride

Do you dream sometimes too?

-I dream every night.
-You do?

Yes.

What did you dream about last night?

I had a nightmare.

Really?

I dreamt that I was with my parents
on a really fast train

that's rattling from side to side
as if there's a strong wind outside.

I look outside the window
and the train is traveling on the sea,

not on rails but on the waves.

Everyone is so scared, kids are crying...

and my father picks up a microphone
and says that the train is too heavy

and we have to toss some people
in the water.

That's no dream, that's a movie.

My dream doesn't sound scary
at all compared to yours.

No, forgetting your name is so scary.
I mean it.

I do.

Libbi...

I want to show you something.

Okay.

-Where?
-You'll see.

When did you paint this?

Today.

-Today?
-Yes.

Libbi, I don't want to...

lie to you.

-You made me a promise, Kive.
-No, that's just it.

I don't want to hide this from you.
That's why I brought you here.

Libbi, please listen to me.

Libbi...

I don't want to give up...

the exhibition.

I don't want to give up painting.

But you'd give me up?

No, Libbi, not at all. I--

Were you intending...

-to keep this up all along?
-Libbi, not at all.

I really thought I was done with it.
Really, for you.

But then...

I realized that it would be a mistake.

Remember you told me
that this is a gift that I mustn't waste?

-I didn't mean it like that.
-But you were right, I realize that now.

Libbi, the exhibition's in another week.

I want you to be there with me.

And you don't have to tell your father,
he'll just freak out.

I don't get it, Libbi,
I thought it was your father

who decided on all the conditions,
I didn't think you...

Why would you ask me
to do something like that?

You know it's a part of me,

-it's who I am, it's in my soul.
-I know. And that's why.

I wanted us to have a real life.

A good life, a life of real trust.

I wanted to marry you, Kive.

I wanted to build a home with you,
a stable...

Jewish home.

This is who I am, Libbi.

This is who you love.
You don't really want me to change,

this is all your father's whim.

It's not you.

-You're not used to smoking?
-Not really.

I do once in a while,
when someone gives me a cigarette.

You're the spitting image
of Zicherman.

-Shimi Zicherman, my predecessor?
-Yes.

He was a scholar too, he didn't smoke

-and look at him now.
-Where is he now?

-You don't know?
-No.

-He got the disease?
-What disease?

The man fell in love with the stage,

with the shows and all,

he got tired of going back to his wife
at night with her gray robe

and pathetic head covering.

First he cut off his beard,
then he removed his kippah.

He left everything, his wife, the kids.

Now he's living in Tel Aviv,
searching for a purpose.

-A man of weak character.
-I don't know.

-But you sing much better than him.
-You're just saying that.

No, I mean it, you're much better.

Thank you very much.

These are good cigarettes.
What brand are they?

Hello...

Gurelnik?

This is Zvi Arye-- Arye Cohen.

Yes.

Yes.

Look, I've been thinking about it,
I can't join the band.

No, it's not that.

It's a personal matter, I can't...

No, no, it's final.

What's wrong?

Nothing...

Tovi, thank God.

It's late, come to bed.

I dreamt you're in this big concert.

That's nice, Tovi...

that's nice.

Come.

Dog?

Dog?

Dubche?

Dubche?

Dubche?

Dubche?