Shtisel (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Love Pains - full transcript

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-Nobody told me you had green eyes.
-And nobody told me you were so pretty.

I brought some of my drawings.

You're talented.
Nice to meet you, Shtisel.

My daughter will marry the top
of the line, not some third-class bum.

-We're leaving tomorrow morning.
-What?

-For Antwerp.
-What happened at the bris, Dad?

-Please come back home.
-I can't.

The children come first.
And there's Ruchami.

How will we find her a match
if you dissolve the marriage?

"Behold you are consecrated unto me
with this ring



according to the laws
of Moses and Israel".

-You consecrated my daughter?
-She's barely 16!

You get over there and hit the scoundrel

-and bring Ruchami back here right now.
-Will you come home too, Giti?

-I want you to arrange some more matches.
-Really?

Mrs. Konigsberg, I come to you
in your capacity as matchmaker.

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Hila Yuval

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Eitan Abot and Guy Hameiri

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Alon Zingman

SHTISEL

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

So, do you think it will ever happen?

-Excuse me?
-Do you think it will ever happen?

-Will I ever get married?
-Yes.

Of course, why not?

If you think you will, that's wonderful.

Okay, let's see. You're 20...

-Seven.
-Seven.

-And what is your problem?
-My problem?

Let's see if we can find a screw up
who will be just right for you.

-A what?
-A screw up, you know...

Akiva, I don't know what your problem is,

but you could say you're a screw up.

It's nothing to be ashamed of...
well, maybe just a little,

-but what can you do?
-Okay...

Here's someone interesting,
a screw up par excellence.

-Should I tell you about her?
-Fine.

Oh, excuse me.

I have to take this.

-Yes?
-Good afternoon, this is Kaufman,

how are you, Akiva?

-Screwed up.
-Seriously?

I have some wonderful news.
I'm waiting for you at the gallery.

Hello.

-Intrigued?
-Very much so.

Then I'll stop tormenting you.

Congratulations, Shtisel,
you won the Wasserman award.

"To the Kaufman Gallery
and the artist Akiva Shtisel,

we are pleased to inform you
that the prize committee

headed by Prof. Zevulun Efrat

has unanimously chosen
Mr. Akiva Shtisel..."

What is this?
How did they even know about me?

I submitted your candidacy
and enclosed copies of your work.

I asked Hadassah if she would write
a recommendation for you.

-Who?
-Hadassah Levi, my best client.

Your studio is right next to hers.

-My studio?
-That's the prize.

You get a studio for a year.

You'll get a living expenses grant
of 7000 shekels

and most important of all, recognition.

-I don't know what to say.
-Don't speak, just paint.

Of course.

-Kaufman, thank you so much.
-Sure.

You have the letter, Thursday night
there's a small ceremony.

I'd tell you to wear a suit, but...
never mind.

I still can't believe this is real.

We asked Zvi Arye to come here
to clarify matters

in terms of Jewish law.
Go ahead, Zvi Arye.

Well, according to Jewish law,
a marriage did take place.

Perhaps only partially and post factum,
but definitely a marriage.

The Talmud says the wife is bought
in one of three ways

-and Rabbi Shimon says...
-What does it mean?

They have to divorce.
Divorce by benefit of doubt.

-Fine, so we'll make him divorce her.
-Hold on, not so fast.

I consulted with a very important sage.

Then why did you ask me over?

-Who, Rabbi Zimmerman?
-Doesn't matter.

A major sage in Jerusalem.

According to Jewish law,
a divorce is indeed necessary.

She and this nice young man
have to go to court, etc...

But you must understand,
she will no longer be unmarried.

-She will be a divorcee.
-What choice do we have?

I looked into this young man...

maybe this match is not such a bad idea.

At the end of the day, we know nothing.

Is that really what you think?

I must say that he made
a fine impression on me too.

I also asked around about him, Giti,
he's a serious student.

I don't care what people say!

A 15-year-old can't wake up one morning

and get married in a restaurant
to the first man she meets.

We're wasting time thinking of what to do.

-Maybe we should go to the police.
-Giti, take it easy,

you don't involve the police so fast.

But if you listen to me...

Zvi Arye, can you please wait
in the kitchen?

I was in the middle of study...

-You told me to come here.
-Thank you for that.

We'll only be a few minutes.

Listen to me. What's most important now...

is that you put your differences aside

and get back together again.

-That's not the issue, Dad.
-It is so the issue.

A 15-year-old doesn't get up one morning
and decide to get married.

She did it because her home
is not a home.

You take your children back home today.

And all that anger towards your husband,

you keep it deep down inside and go home.

Everything's delicious, Ruchami,
thank you.

You're tired.

-Maybe you should go lie down.
-No, I have to study.

Take a nap for an hour and then study.

On second thought,
go to bed for the night,

you'll be refreshed in the morning
and you'll study better. You're so tired.

Only my body is tired, only my body.

I have 45 pages to read tonight.

I haven't studied enough
these past few days.

I'll do the dishes, Hanina.

You go back to your books.

Thank you.

What are you doing, Hanina?

It helps me stay awake.

It's this way of gaining
another few hours of study.

They're minor burns,
they'll go away tomorrow.

I don't like this, Hanina.

-Find another way.
-Fine, if that's what you want.

Thank you.

I care for you,
I don't want you to be in pain.

Hanina.

It's just that...

I'm not used to anyone caring about me.

They want you to go in
and give them a kiss.

I will, I just want to clean up here.

I tried to keep everything tidy,
but it's not my strong suit.

Yes.

You have no idea how happy I am
that you're back, Giti.

I was so sad without you.

I'm happy too.

I don't want us to sleep in the same bed.

Please sleep in Ruchami's room
or in the living room.

But, Giti, is this what you came back for?

I'm here to get Ruchami back.
I can't promise you more than that.

-Excuse me, Giti Shtisel?
-Yes, hello.

-Lippe Weiss, right?
-So they say.

But I could be a Rabinovich.

From the train...

-You must know the joke.
-No.

So the punk asks again,
which one of you is Rabinovich?

This bony Jew raises his hand
and says, "Me."

So the punk punches his lights out
and this bony Jew just laughs.

The punk gets even angrier
and punches him even harder

until he's barely alive.

Then he lets him go
and gets off the train.

The little man's teeth are all broken
but he's laughing so hard.

People ask him, "Why are you laughing?"

He says, "I tricked him,
My name isn't Rabinovich."

I'm sorry, I...

No, laugh, laughter is good.

I don't know what's gotten into me,
I never laugh like this.

-And the joke wasn't that funny...
-It was a silly joke.

We say lousy joke, yes,
but as long as it made you laugh...

I'm sorry, it's been a while
since I've laughed like that.

How about we go for a drive?
I'd say this hotel is rather boring...

All right, but is it permitted?
On our first encounter?

I don't know, it's just that...

you're the first man I've met.

It's absolutely all right, don't worry.

-Hello?
-Mom?

Giti. How did it go?

-Very well.
-Thank God.

He's so nice and funny
and he's a good guy.

-Where are you?
-Outside the hotel.

-Why aren't you coming home?
-I am, I just had to tell you, Mom.

-I had such a good time.
-That's wonderful.

-You never know on the first date.
-It wasn't at all like I expected.

I thought we'd sit
in the hotel all serious

and I wouldn't be able to talk,
but it was just the opposite.

-You didn't sit in the hotel?
-Barely, maybe two minutes.

-Most of the time we were in his car.
-His car.

It was no limo, but a nice car.

He bought it with some Yeshiva buddies
and they take turns.

-Do you know what she just said?
-What? Tell me.

That this young man she met owns
a car with some Yeshiva buddies

and she spent most of the time
in his car and not the hotel.

A car is expensive.

Where does a Yeshiva boy
get money for a car?

-Dad?
-I'm listening.

I don't know, I didn't ask him,
but why all the fuss?

It's just a car.
I think it's a good thing.

A very good thing, of course.

Okay, get off the phone with Mom,
I need to make an urgent call.

-Dad, wait.
-No. I'm calling Konigsberg this minute.

The nerve of that man,
recommending a rebel with a car.

He's not a rebel, Dad.

-Giti.
-Mom, please, tell him not to call him.

Mom, please tell him not to call, okay?

Giti, dear, it was your first meeting,
your heart must have been excited,

but that man is not for you.

-Trust us.
-But I had such a good time.

She's crying.

Giti, you know we're looking out for you

so you don't do anything
we'll regret, right?

I'm making some tea.
You want Earl Grey?

-No, thank you.
-Lemon grass? Chamomile?

No, I'm fine.

Okay.

Look at me.

For two days I've been planning
to yell at you.

And now that you're here,
I only want to hug you.

I'm sorry, Mom.

-What were you thinking?
-I don't know.

I should have told you,
I don't know what I was thinking.

That's okay,
what matters is that it's over.

We just have to hope
the divorce goes smoothly.

What?

That this boy won't give us
a hard time with the divorce.

He'll just divorce you and that's that.

-What divorce, Mom?
-You must, according to Jewish law.

But I'm happily married to my husband.

-Why would I divorce him?
-Your husband?

That's nonsense.

I'm sorry I came.

I thought you'd help us out,
how foolish of me.

What kind of help do you need, Ruchami?

Nothing.

We just want a place to live.

We're staying in that abandoned synagogue
like homeless people.

-And I want to go to work, but--
-That's enough, Ruchami! Cut it out!

Fine, goodbye.

Ruchami, look at me.

I don't know what's gotten in to you.
I feel as if I don't know you.

Up until two days ago
you were an ordinary girl,

-everything was fine and suddenly--
-Nothing was fine around here!

Not two days ago, not two months ago
and not two years ago!

Ruchami, Giti, stop! Stop!

-Let's calm down and talk about this.
-Fine.

You know what? You're right.

Maybe things weren't so fine
around here...

but that's no reason to get married
to the first man you meet.

-I'm leaving. Goodbye.
-You're not going anywhere, Ruchami!

Do you really want them to sleep
in some abandoned synagogue, Giti?

Be quiet, Lippe.
Do me a favor, don't say a word.

Fine, I'll be quiet.

The last thing she needs
is money for rent.

She has to know that this is ludicrous
and she has to hear it from us,

loud and clear, until she realizes
how absurd it is, that's what she needs.

Dad,

-I saw Menukha Konigsberg today.
-Yes, and?

First of all,
she insists that I'm screwed up.

She must know what she's talking about.

Thank you very much.

-Does she have any matches to offer?
-She gave me all kinds of options.

-This screw up, that screw up...
-Watch your language.

Even before you've met the girl
you're calling her a screw up?

Those are her words.

-Yes, but she has every right.
-Whatever.

In any case, I had to leave, because...
I got a phone call from Kaufman.

-Are you listening, Dad?
-I'm listening, a screw up, and?

I'm sitting there with Mrs. Konigsberg,
she's telling me what a screw up I am...

and it turns out I'm getting an award.

From Menukha Konigsberg?
Screw up of the year?

The Wasserman award.

Kaufman, the gallery owner,
he submitted my candidacy.

It's an award for most promising artist.

-Most promising artist, well, well.
-Yes, yes.

They chose me, with the help of God.

I'd love it if you came with me.

I think that Mother would have been happy
to attend if she were with us.

-Arthur Wasserman? The name rings a bell.
-Yes, he's a very rich man.

-I read about him somewhere.
-Very nice.

You know, Kive, this is very interesting.

Just this morning
I gave one of my students

an honor certificate.

I hand them out once a week.

Dad, this award is not something
they hand out once a week.

Hold on, hear me out.

This boy I gave the prize to,
Buksbaum's grandson,

you should have seen how excited he was.

When he got home

his mother taped the certificate
to the wall...

and he looked at it all happy
until he fell asleep.

But when he grows up,

he'll realize
the certificate doesn't matter

-and he'll throw it away.
-What are you trying to say?

Kive, you left the matchmaker
to get an award for painting.

But when you reach the court of God

and you're asked
what you did in the world...

no award or certificate
will do you any good.

Only the deeds you do down here
will help you up there.

-Do you see what I'm saying?
-Fine, forget it, don't come.

Come where?

Never mind.

Akiva Shtisel most promising artist award

The committee is proud
to reward the recipient

with a studio for a year
and 7000 shekels per month

to help support his creativity

Hello?

Hello, this is Akiva.

-Kive?
-Yes.

-How are you?
-Fine, thank you.

-Is Libbi there?
-No.

Oh, okay.

-Can you tell her I called?
-Was this your father's idea?

No.

Then why are you calling?

I-- I just wanted to tell her something.

-To tell her some good news.
-Good news? Praise God. What?

-I won an award for my paintings.
-You don't say.

-Good for you.
-Thank you.

-So you'll tell her I called?
-No, you told me, wonderful.

Don't call here again, okay?

Have a good year, Kive,
congratulations on the award.

What do you think?

It's very nice, Dad. Thank you.

-I already know how I'll set it up.
-Great.

So, Eliezer, this is my eldest, Ruchami.

She'll be living here
with her righteous husband.

I'm paying,
but they're your clients, okay?

I hope everything will be fine,
but if a cabinet breaks

or you have a leak,
call Eliezer and he'll take care of it.

That's 1,000, you can count it.

Congratulations to the entire family.
Enjoy.

Amen, amen.

Thank you, Dad.

-Where's Hanina? Is he studying?
-All day long.

-We barely get a chance to talk.
-Good for him.

I never could understand the guys
who can study for days on end.

Dad...

-does Mom know you gave us money?
-What?

No, she doesn't.

And let's leave it like that for now.

Ruchami.

-You're here.
-I love watching you study.

There are some beautiful things
in this text.

-I can tell.
-What?

That you're happy with the text.

But I have something else to tell you...

that will make you happy.

We have a home.

-A small home of our own.
-What?

This is the address...

and this is the key.

Will you be back tonight?
I'll make dinner.

Yes, yes.

But Ruchami, don't wait for me.

If I’m late, eat without me, okay?

Of course I'll wait.

Goodbye, Hanina.

Dad, where are you going
looking so festive?

And where are you going
looking so festive?

To the ceremony I told you about.
I'm getting that award.

Me too.

Right...

But you invited me, I'm coming.

Look, the fact that I have to educate you

doesn't mean I'm not proud of you
and happy you're a success.

-You mean it? You're coming?
-How many times will you ask?

-Can't you see I'm all dressed up?
-I'm glad to hear it, Dad.

Fine, let's go already.

We don't want your award
to go to some other screw up.

-Izzi Kaufman, nice to meet you.
-Shulem Shtisel, hello.

We're so glad you're here tonight.
You must be very proud.

Absolutely.

-Hello, would you like to order?
-Bring these gentlemen the kosher dishes.

-Come, this is your table.
-Yes.

Please.

-I hope you prepared a speech.
-A speech?

Yes, a brief thank you speech.

Arthur and Linda Wasserman
will be here shortly,

you have to say a few words
and thank them.

Just one minute, maybe two.
They don't know Hebrew,

I'll translate for them. Don't worry,
you'll do fine.

God willing.

It's kosher with the most
stringent level of supervision.

Certified by Rabbi Landa.

-Rabbi Landau.
-I made sure of it.

Thank you.

Listen to this interesting story.

I am a direct descendant
of Rabbi Aryeh Leib Ginzburg.

Two hundred years ago
he wrote a composition

about the Talmud called
"The Lion's Roar."

-"Roar of the Lion."
-Yes.

You don't say.

Who would believe that,
looking at a nice face like yours.

-Did you hear that, Kive?
-What?

-He's a descendant of Rebbe Ginzburg.
-Yes.

Excuse me, I'm going to wash my face.
I'll be right back.

Tell me, this Wasserman,
is he the hotel magnate?

Yes, yes.

Look over there.
You see Prof. Zevulun Efrat?

Would you believe he was raised
in an Orthodox home in Tiberias?

Good for him.

-Wasserman will be here shortly, right?
-Of course, any minute now.

You'll meet him. He's a good man.

Thank you all.

Thank you, Izzi Kaufman.

-Akiva?
-Yes. Hello.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-I'm Hadassah.
-Thank you.

Oh, Hadassah Levi.

Of course, Kaufman told me
about your recommendation.

-Thank you so much.
-I really liked what I saw, so...

Thank you.

-Aren't you going in?
-Oh...

Yes, in a minute.

I'm supposed to give this speech and...
it's not something I usually do.

I know, it's the hardest part for me too.

Nonsense, right? I bet you're used to it.

Wasserman and his wife are here.

-Oy vey, I'm not ready.
-What?

You'll be fine.

You know what? Wait here, I have an idea.

One for you, one for me.

-Thank you.
-Cheers.

"Blessed is God, King of the Universe,
at whose word all came to be."

Oh no, oh no, forgive me.
I thought it was water.

I'm sorry, I should have told you.

That's okay.

This should do the job. Cheers.

Thanks for that. It's working already.

-I know what you're thinking.
-What?

That she's out on the street, cold,
that I'm being too tough on her.

No, not exactly.

She's not cold.

They rented an apartment.

-Really? How do you know?
-That's what I heard.

Did you help them out?

Not exactly.

Let it go, Giti, I don't want to fight.

-Giti, dear, it's for you. Odelia.
-Odelia?

Mom, hang up, I got it.

-Hello?
-Giti, it's me, Lippe.

-I just had to talk to you.
-I'm listening.

I've been going crazy all week

since Konigsberg told my parents
that you didn't want to continue.

I'm sorry, but that's...

It wasn't so...

I don't know how to say this.

Look, he offered many options,

but I only want to see you.

You're special.

I...

-Thank you, but...
-How about giving me another chance?

Just one more time.
I'm begging you, Giti.

Giti?

-Giti, are you there?
-I'm here.

Do you understand what he's saying?

Thank you.

Thank you for this award.

Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Wasserman,

thank you, Hadassah,
who reassured me

and gave me some vodka
that really came in handy.

And thank you, Kaufman,
for translating me.

And for secretly submitting
my candidacy. Thank you so much.

And most important
I want to say a big thank you...

to my father...

Rabbi Shalom Shtisel,
who came here to join in my happiness...

thank you, Dad.

Now I would like to say a few words
which you will translate, okay?

Word for word for word. Thank you.

If you take a walk in our neighborhood...

and ask an old Jew what art is,
what a museum is...

you know what he will say?

That art was invented by the Gentiles...

because they didn't have the holy Bible.

And they invented museums
because they didn't have a study hall.

Well, my dear Mr. and Mrs. Wasserman.

-You're translating me, right?
-Every word.

Because now comes the important part.

I am a teacher at a Talmud Torah.

To be more precise,
I am the principal of the Talmud Torah.

I just happen to have photographs
of the Talmud Torah on me.

I want to give you a major opportunity,

-especially you, Mr. Wasserman...
-Dad, that's enough.

Look, this is the study hall...

and these are three classrooms
that we renovated this year.

So what I want to say is

that giving awards
to young artists is important...

but if you contribute to Talmud Torah,

to righteous children who study Torah

as Jews have been doing
for thousands of years

even before art existed...

that would be the greatest award.

Hello. I'm sorry, I'm three minutes late.

Thirty minutes. That's okay.

Are you serious?
Didn't we say nine o'clock?

No.

-Forgive me.
-It's okay.

-Do you want to sit in the car?
-No.

-Let's sit in the lobby this time.
-All right, as you wish.

Look at the poor man,
his hands are freezing.

I was really looking forward
to seeing you again.

Here we are.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

I also want you to know that I know
this relationship has a future...

and I learned some new jokes.

I liked the way you laughed last time
at that stupid Rabinovich joke.

Yes, but Lippe, I...

I didn't come here
because I think we have a future...

I came because you asked so nicely
that I see you again.

What do you mean?

My parents won't let me see
a man like you.

A man like me?

A man who has a driver's license.

Who has a car.

Say the word and I'll sell
my share in the car right now.

It won't do any good, it's too late.

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

-we're in two different places.
-All right.

Just know that I felt
that we were right for each other.

I'm sorry.

Good luck to you.

Mom, listen, this is urgent.

I've made up my mind.

I want this man. He's a good man.

I don't care about his car
or anything like that.

He has a good heart
and I want you to call Konigsberg

and tell him that we want to finalize.

Finally. The food's cold.

I just came to say hello.

Dad told you?

Yes.

Hanina should be here any minute.

He's still studying.

Of course.

I brought you a blanket,
so you don't freeze to death.

My child.

I just don't want you to do anything
that you'll regret, that's all.

What can I get you?

-Is the food kosher?
-Can't you see the certificate?

A certificate. It means nothing,
didn't you know?

Are you here to buy food
or to bust my balls?

-Pita with falafel, please.
-Sit down, coming right up.

You really are a screw up.

A screw up, that's what you are!

Who are you calling a screw up? Huh?

Your sister's a screw up, you dumb drunk.

Put this on your eye to stop the swelling.

Thank you.

I never buy falafel in town.
Only in the neighborhood.

Too bad I didn't ask you first.

So, the fact that you're back means
that you do want to hear some offers.

Yes, yes.

Offers for a screw up like me.

You're laughing,
but knowing you're a screw up

-means you're half way there.
-I got that.

I know what my problem is.

-Want to tell me?
-Why not?

-My father, that's my problem.
-Oh, come on.

And I thought you'd grown up
and realized something about yourself.

Akiva Shtisel,

it's very easy blaming your parents
for your troubles.

Fine, forget it.

And besides, I think your father
is a very nice man.

Oh yeah? You don't know him.

Not as well as you,
but I spent a few hours with him...

-Why?
-We meet from time to time.

Didn't he tell you?

You're home.

-Were you waiting up for me?
-Yes.

-What time is it?
-3:30.

-And you were studying till now?
-Yes.

-I asked you not to wait for me.
-But I did.

I'm sorry I made you wait.

It's okay.

This will be breakfast instead.

-You must be starving.
-I am hungry.

Ruchami.

I've been thinking about this all night.

It won't work.

What won't work?

I won't be able to study
when you're next to me...

or when you're waiting for me.

What?

I love you too much, Ruchami.

I love you...

and you're close.

I'm constantly fighting myself.

The Talmud is open before me...

and all I can think about is you.

-We didn't get married for this.
-But you'll get used to it.

I thought about it all night

and I've decided.

I want to go to a Yeshiva in Safed
and study nonstop.

Far from here, far from you.

You didn't even see
what I did with the apartment.

Take a look, this is our home.

This is new, it's new for you
and new for me.

It takes time to get used to it,
but we will...

and you'll study and come home,

we'll have dinner together and...

you'll tell me what you learned.

Hanina, I don't want you to go.

What if I promise
that I won't wait for you?

You'll come home whenever you want,
it doesn't have to be every day.

You'll always be waiting for me
and you'll know that I'm close

and that I can come home
only if I want to...

and I'll know it too...

and we'll both be miserable.

When are you planning on leaving?

Now.

After dinner.

Lippe.

-Lippe.
-What?

What is it? What time is it?

Come sleep with me?

Of course, Giti.