Where Do You Live? (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Episode #2.10 - full transcript

Do Hussni all day long,
just don't lie to me.

I'll hold you nice and tight...

The only thing you'll be
holding tonight is a pillow.

A woman should be at home
at night with her husband.

That's what my rabbi says.

Well, if that's
what your rabbi says...

Where were we?

Wait...
I'm not in the mood.

I want to tell my friend
about your lectures.

I heard his wife
is a tough cookie.

How is that friend of yours?
-What can I tell you?



Let's sit down and talk about it.

There was a producer from
a big booking agency at our expose,

she wants us real bad.

But she thinks
it'll work much better

if we get a woman to join us.

Hey, did you guys
start without me?

Yes! I knew you'd do it.
-Of course.

Otherwise
she'd be in big in trouble.

Dafi's with us, easy-peasy.

Okay, guys, on my count,
we yell, "Xplanation Mark."

Ready? Two, three, and...

Xclamation Mark!

What...?
-What are we doing, Ofer?

I thought of a name
for our group.



Xclamation Mark,
just with an X.

Catchy.
-Original. -Yeah.

Fine, we'll come up
with another name.

Listen, we were
thinking about the poster.

Since you're gonna be in it,
it should be a little more...

What?

A Bukharian man willingly walks into
the kitchen and makes coffee for everyone.

We should write a sketch about that.

Not everything has
to be about "a Bukharian man."

Then what, a Bukharian woman?

Dafi, don't get me wrong,

I think you're an amazing actress

and I know
you'll work great with us.

That's what I want
to do, Hai, to work.

That's all. Work.

Dafi, that's easy for you to say.

Esti took the whole Bukhara thing
really hard.

I don't know how I'm supposed
to reassure her now.

Man, we gotta do something
about all those baristas

who promise to make you
fancy coffee,

but they make everyone
the same thing.

A short macchiatino,
half foam, half tea...

Wait before you write a sketch.

Hai needs to get permission
from the wife first.

That's not what I said.

I'm just saying
it'll be hard for Esti.

No, it won't.

Me and Elad will talk to her.
She'll understand.

Great, you just solved
all my problems.

Okay,

if it's bumming everyone out,
it's not a good idea, okay?

Talk it over,

see if you want me in the group

and then decide...
-No, we shouldn't

break the group
five minutes after forming it.

Listen, you're putting Hai
in a spot here.

No one's putting me in a spot.

I'm just saying,
if Dafi is joining us,

I need to think how I'm gonna
explain it to Esti, that's all.

What do you mean, if?

Bye, guys.
-No way, come on...

Bye, Dafi.

What?
If you want a woman to join us,

let's think of someone else.

After we found someone
we can really relate to?

No, you need to...

decide if you're serious
or if you're here to kid around?

Not serious?
This group was my idea.

Right, and the group decided
who it wants to work with,

so you need to decide too.

What an animal.
-It was that good?

I won't forget yesterday
for a very long time.

No way.
-And it'll never happen again.

But you said it was good.
-Too good.

He's a one-night kind of guy.

That's all there is to it.

Even half a night,
I can't believe he slept over.

By the middle of the night,
I was sick of him.

That's happened to me
so many times.

Great sex, great night,
and in the morning you're like,

who is this disgusting guy
and why are you in my house? -Yeah.

I get rid of those guys straight away,

they're definitely not boyfriend material.

No, no, I don't get rid
of them straight away.

First I go for another round
on all the rides.

In the morning?
-Yeah.

Why are you so quiet, Esti?

Don't tell me that Hai is both
a good lover and a good boyfriend.

No, no...

He's not...

He is.

So he's a compromise.

I don't know, we don't...

You haven't had sex yet?

We haven't and I haven't...

ever...

No!

Okay.
-So what kind of a virgin are you?

Have you at least
seen or touched one?

Of course she's touched one.

How do you define a virgin?

But that's what it's like
with Georgians,

Sarit Hadad got pregnant
and she's a virgin.

Sarit Hadad is from the Caucasus.

We're Bukharians and...
-It's different.

That's what's customary.

Your boyfriend
deserves a medal of honor.

They should let him light an
Independence Day torch with his dick.

You've been dating
for a long time, haven't you?

Yeah, it's been a while.

Now I understand
why you get married so young.

They're insanely horny.

They can't think straight.

Fuck, what is that smell?
What is that?

It's oshpalo, it's with chicken,
carrots, rice, spices...

Oh, chicken.
I can't eat chicken.

Must be oily.
I can't it eat it.

I don't know how you can
stop yourselves from having some.

Oshpalo is a basic physical necessity.

Sit down, I'll fix you a plate.

Why do you sneak up to the pot
like a burglar?

I just wanted to taste!

You're gonna ruin the whole pot
for one little taste?

Thank you.

There's lots of sauce,
so soak it all up.

And don't get the table dirty.

How many times have I told you
not to get my table dirty?

I don't want to clean it again.

I can tell something's bothering you.
-You're right.

You have sauce all over your face.
Wipe it.

Okay.

Do you know that
the first step in solving any problem

is acknowledging
that there's a problem.

"Acknowledging..."
Where did you learn to talk like that?

Where were you?

What made you
such an expert in Hebrew?

If you have something to say,
tell me, talk to me.

Who else do I have to talk to?

With the pots and pans?

The fridge? The stove?

Thank God, I didn't marry them.

I never talk about you
with anyone.

Ever.

Want some more bread?

At the beach, in the evening.

At sunset.

I wonder what it could be.

What? What?

Hai asked Esti out on a date.

Okay. So what?

At the beach, at sunset.

So what do you think he's planning?

Calm down,
he just invited me to the beach.

Just to the beach, yeah right.

Show us the ring
first thing tomorrow morning.

Look how's she's blushing.

Just shut up.

Can I get back to work?

You two and your fantasies...

I'm serious,
I have lots of work to do.

Lots.

You're right.

She's right.
Come on.

How much do you have left?

I have to go, I'm in a hurry.

I'm getting my nails done
at Vicky's before the show.

Remember you're staying
with the kids tonight?

Good, I made oshpalo,
it's on the stove.

Heat it on a medium flame
so it doesn't burn,

so it doesn't dry out.
Okay.

I'll be back late.

And leave the light on for me,
so I don't wake you.

Okay?

Bye.

Bye, bye, bye.

Bye bye.

Seriously?

You pray?

That's great.

Mention me in your prayers too.

God has forgotten
about me lately.

The pictures we took
came out so nice,

so I was thinking

we should take some more

and make a portfolio.

Do you have a special deal
on portfolios?

Let's see what you have here.

Can you please not make a mess?

I just organized it today.

Oh, good.

I thought you forgot how to talk.

Look.

Which one do you like the most?

"Grace is deceitful​,
and beauty is vain,"

as it says in Proverbs.

What's important
is what you like.

You won't even take a look?

Leave the pictures here,

I'll put them
in an album for you.

When will it be ready?

Three days.

Wow, that's a long time.

That's the best I can do,
We don't have express service.

Okay,

call me if it's ready earlier.

You can call me even
if it isn't ready earlier.

Are you getting rid of me?

No, of course not.

I have a lot of work and people

and I need to serve customers and...

It'll be ready in three days.

Great.

You're dressed so nice.

Okay, I'll...

I'll come back
in the middle of the week.

Bekhor.

Nothing, bye.
-All the best.

Hi there.

Well, what did you want to tell me?

Wait, let's enjoy the sunset.

Well?

What, straight away?
-Straight away.

Esti,

Ofer and Elad
asked Dafi to join our act.

What?

Without telling me.
You should've heard what I said to them.

Wait, that's not what
I wanted to tell you.

I'm so naive,

I thought you were done with her
after Bukhara. -Wait.

That's what your word is worth?

Go fuck your blonde,
see if I care.

You're not good enough
for me, Hai Shem-Tov.

But it really wasn't my idea.

Oh, you poor thing.

They asked your ex to join
your group without asking you.

This must be so hard for you,
want a hug?

I'm such an idiot.
-I really didn't want it,

that's why I left the group.

Wait, I built up all this anger,

now I have to figure out
how to let it all out

without hurting anyone.

Try this.

How about we go to my place

and veg out in front of the TV?

I'd love that. Very much.

But my dad...

Dad, I...

Stop it.

Did you send it?
-Yeah, right.

No, I'll write a message.
Hold on.

Am I going to wait much longer?

On the neck, on the neck.

I love the neck.

"Rabbi Shimon ben Menasia liked
to say in the name of Rabbi..."

Lousy television...

Are you sure you want...

to leave the group?

Yes.

But you devoted your soul to it.

It's okay.

Now I'll devote it to something else

Tomorrow morning
I'm gonna write my CV

and send it to all
the theaters in the country.

What'll you write?
"August 2017,

"circumcision ceremony for
the Lakhchakovs at the Panorama Hotel?"

Do I have a choice?

Maybe you do have another choice.

But I don't want another girlfriend.

I've made up my mind,
I'm a big boy.

You really are a big boy.

I'm the one who was
hysterical and mistrustful.

If nothing happened with Dafi
in Uzbekistan,

I have nothing to be afraid of here.

You really mean that?

Yes.

I have such an amazing girlfriend.

Wait.

Leave that now.
-I have to.

It's late, my darling.

I can't fall asleep,
I'm waiting for you in my armchair.

Wait.

Where are you?

See you soon, bye.

I have to go.
-No, come on.

Your dad knows

that there's lots of homework
in law school.

So stay.

Just

for

a little

longer.

She wanted to be a rock star

But there's no such thing

She wanted, she wanted

She wanted...

Bekhor?

Where were you?

I threw the garbage out,
it was really smelly.

How was the karaoke?
-It was great, I sang...

Well?
-No...

The garbage really stinks.

I'll take a shower first.
-All right.

I really stink, don't.

It's smelly.

All right.

I'll go take a shower,
I'll wash off all the...

When's the last time
you threw the garbage out?

She wanted to be a rock star

But there's no such thing

Bitch!

Margo!

What?

Watch your language.

Forgive me.

He's called loads of times.

Good morning.
-Good morning.

Is this yours too?

Oh my god, Dad,
I'm so stupid, I'm sorry,

I fell asleep at Karen's.
Remember?

My friend who I stayed
to study with.

We studied so hard,
I just fell asleep.

Of course not.
Here, ask Karen.

Karen, my dad wants to say hello.

Hello?

Hey, I'm Karen.
What--

Well? Happy?

Okay, I don't want
to be late for the exam

and have all that studying
go down the drain.

What, Karen?

Dad, I have to go.
Talk to you later.

I love you.

Thank you. Thank you.
-No problem.

No matter what I do,

it's no good for her.

Continue.

I do love her,
I love Melika,

and I know she loves me too,
but she...

she shows it in strange ways.

I just don't get it.

Like this?

Behind your wife's back?

You crook! You liar!

In front of our future in-law,
no less,

you humiliate the woman
who takes such good care of you.

Melika, please.

Please, calm down.

Don't you tell me to "calm down."

Don't worry, I'll give you
plenty of time to beg.

Come home right now.

I'm not leaving.

You should sit down and listen too.

No, no, no.

You did enough badmouthing here
for both of us.

Don't be embarrassed,
keep going.

Tzipora, can I ask you
to do something?

Shut up.

Talk, come on,

tell her what
you wanted to tell her.

I've felt for a long time
that we aren't like we used to be.

What Abo is trying
to tell you, Melikaleh,

is that he feels that some of
the magic between you two is gone.

He wants magic.
-Yes. -Yes.

Okay, I can start

taking scarves
out of my mouth,

release doves,

saw myself in two,

take rabbits out of my hat,
if I had one.

Come home, sweetheart.

I'll give you an unforgettable
abracadabra show,

if you want a magician.
You're coming home now.

Right now.

Move it.
-No.

Good for you!

Good for you!

Can you ask Dov

if I can sleep on the couch tonight?

What's with you?

Did you set a date?

Stop it, I'm late.

Then stop wasting our time,

'cause you're wearing
the same clothes,

so we know
you didn't sleep at home.

There is no date.
Hai didn't propose.

We talked about something else.

I can see how much you talked.
-Nothing changed, okay?

And if my dad asks,
I spent the night at your house.

No, at Karen's house,
from school.

Why would your dad ask us?
We've never spoken to him before.

You are so slow.
-What?

Don't you get it?

Esti comes to work
wearing the same clothes

and asks us not to tell her dad.

Come on, I feel bad enough as it is.

Fine,

but at least tell us what happened.
-What happened?

Nothing happened.
-Yeah. -Right.

You slept over at a friend's house
from school.

What was her name again?

Fuck.

Karen, her name is Karen

and we're really proud of you.
Just so you know.

Ciao.
-Have a nice day.

Ofer, you're Bentzi

and Elad, you're Avi.

Hai. you're Ranjet.

Ranjet.

Shall we begin?
-Yes.

Welcome to India.

Do you want something to eat?

You had to give me the English?
-Okay, chill.

It's all good.

It's your first time with the text.
It's all good.

But when you're talking,

go like this with your head,
from side to side.

Okay.
-Great.

Baba... Baba Rishi?
-Baba Rishi. -Yeah.

Good.
-Baba Rishi...

Don't forget your head, Hai.

Maybe someone else
can do it?

I've never been to India,

I don't know how they talk

and I don't think this will speak
to most Israelis.

Thanks for the constructive criticism, Hai.

You know what does
speak to most Israelis?

What speaks to most Israelis

is bass with trills...

You guys are nuts...

Come on, Hai,
just go with the flow.

Can't we start rehearsing
for once

without rambling on and on?

Okay, but I've never been to India,

I didn't go traveling after the army,

I've never meditated
or even smoked a joint

and most Israelis
are like me.

Most Bukharians.

No, Bukharians do nas.
Remember?

How could I forget?

Okay, guys,

this isn't a Bukharian cultural evening,

let's move on.

See, you don't think
that's funny, do you?

Because you've never been
to Uzbekistan.

Who's been to Uzbekistan?
Three old ladies from South Tel Aviv?

Great, let's write a play
for Hai's aunties.

You wish,

'cause the play would be
sold out every time.

I don't understand
what we're talking about.

No one here has ever been
to Uzbekistan, so let's move on.

In this room there
are two people who have been,

that's more than have been to India.

Just saying.

Okay, I was just thinking out loud.

You don't have to get so upset.

This is 24 dollar.

Just kidding.

24 rupee.

Hai, your head.

24 rupee.

Rupee. -Rupee.
-Rupee. -Rupee.

Rupee. -Rupee.
-Rupee. -Rupee.

Rupee.

Fuck this!

Easy, Esti, you're gonna
poke someone's eye out.

She'll saw off her finger
if she doesn't watch it.

What's wrong, sweetie?

It's just something that...

my girlfriend told me.

What?

Never mind,
not interesting.

Come on, who will you tell
if not us?

And there's nothing to do here

while I wait,
all the magazines are from 2004.

I'll be right with you,
what's your problem?

Here, shake this,
be useful.

No, it's nothing, it's just...

Yesterday my friend
was at her boyfriend's...

her friend's house from school
and she just

fell asleep at his house.

Oh my god...

Is your friend Bukharian?

Of course not.
-Obviously.

If she was Bukharian,
you'd be mourning over her.

Good thing she's not Bukharian.
-Big deal,

so she fell asleep
at a friend's house.

She fell asleep.

We've heard of girls "falling asleep,"
9 months later they had a baby boy.

Ever notice that only Bukharians
make a big deal about it?

That's why men
want Bukharian women,

because we know how
to take care of ourselves.

If being smart means
spreading your legs at 15,

then I'm dumb, stupid and ugly.

What's ugly got
to do with it?

Esti, the most important thing
is having a good reputation.

A good name.

Everyone knows you as
a good girl with a good reputation.

A good name.

May God have mercy.

I can't believe

what I just heard.

I really sinned, huh?

A big sin.

Don't take it lightly.

Especially not after you tried to
rehabilitate your wounded soul

to reconcile with your wife.

You know who much I suffered
after what I did with...

Don't mention her name
in synagogue.

Tell me, Rabbi,
how much will this set me back?

To atone for what I did?

Are you trying to bribe God?

It doesn't work like that in Judaism.

No, not bribe,
you misunderstood me.

I want to support
one of our yeshiva students,

so he can pray extra for me.

No, no, no,
Bekhor, no.

It doesn't work like that.

You can't buy a new soul,
you have to repair yours.

Are you sure?

Don't insult me, Bekhor.
Read Psalms.

Read Psalms hard.

Read Psalms with intention.

Which chapter?

All of them.

Three times.

"Blessed is the one who does not
walk in step with the wicked

"or stand in the way that sinners take
or sit in the company of mockers,

"but whose delight
is in the law of the Lord..."

Hard.

With intention.

Hi, Dad. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

It's okay.

We were making good progress

and we didn't want to stop

and we fell asleep on our books.

As long as you finish
your studies successfully.

Okay, fine,
I fell asleep at Hai's.

I know everything.

I know everything.

Dad, forgive me.

What's that?

This?

This is what happens when someone
calls you the kind of girl...

who doesn't sleep at home.

I'm sorry, Dad,

I only fell asleep at Hai's.
-It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter to me, but...

people talk.

My darling,
a good name is important.

I'll get you some ice.

I don't need any ice.

For you,

I'm willing to get into fights
every day,

every day,

but this Hai is not for you.

If he lets you sleep over,
then he doesn't respect you either.

He's not a real man.

He didn't let me,
I wanted to.

Dad, I love him,
I know he's the guy for me.

Then what are you waiting for?
For things like this?

Leave this door open,
son-in-law.

Are you serious?

I swear on Grandma Heftzigul!

Break teeth, break nose.

That's what it's like in Bukhara.

I'm on such a roll,

why didn't I think of this before?

After that awful rehearsal
I had with the guys here,

I thought, let them write
about India and drugs,

I'll write a play about my life,
about me, about you, about your father.

It's unheard of,

that he won't let us live together
before we get married?

I can easily write 50 plays

with the material
I came up with today.

And I have a name.

"Khenda, Khenda" [Smiling]
What do you think?

That's what it says
on my grandfather's grave.

And I have a logo
dedicated to you, babe.

This.

What?

Hai, what are we doing?

Now?

I don't know,
I thought I'd do some writing.

Not now. Together.

What are we doing together?

What?

You're not happy?

It's kind of like...

nothing, isn't it?

What are you saying?

That my dad is right.

Are you just holding me back?

Do you want to get
married some time?

Some time, yes.

I'd want that sometime
to be now.