Where Do You Live? (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Episode #2.11 - full transcript
Tell her what
you wanted to say.
I've felt for a long time
that we aren't like
we used to be.
Enough of that.
Now it hurts more than before.
Which one do you like the most?
Where were you?
I really sinned, huh?
I want to support
one of our yeshiva students,
so he can pray extra for me.
You can't buy a new soul,
you have to repair yours.
I really got hurt once
from a guy I trusted
and he just wanted
to take advantage of me.
Ofer and Elad
asked Dafi to join our act.
Don't write a sketch yet.
Hai needs permission
from his girlfriend first.
That's why I left the group.
Do you want to get
married some time?
I want that sometime to be now.
I only just started writing.
Don't apologize.
So be gentle with me.
Talk to me.
Rather than a play,
it's more like images from my life.
Hai Shem-Tov, stop blabbering
and start reading.
Interior, a young woman
comes home late.
Her father is waiting for her
with a belt.
I also have a news bulletin
translated into Bukharian
and I was thinking of translating
"Fiddler on the Roof" into Bukharian.
C'est tout,
that's all I have so far.
Look, Hai,
the ideas are good,
for the most part.
The question is
how you connect them.
Sometimes the hardest thing
is telling one's personal story.
People think that
their personal story
isn't interesting,
so they tend to make things up,
but there's no reason to.
The true stories
have the most beautiful
and interesting details
and when the audience feels it's true,
it's moving.
So should I write about...
Yehuda, Esti's father,
and his knife collection?
Or about...
my mom looking for a match for me
when I already have a girlfriend?
Absolutely, that's exactly
what I'm talking about.
I understand.
But how do I connect
between those ideas?
When you know what the ending is,
they'll connect.
In the play
or between me and Esti?
Both.
Tzipora.
I was in the neighborhood,
so I stopped by.
I hope I'm not disturbing,
I see you're busy.
I'm always busy,
but I'll make some time for you.
Oh, you have a television.
We took it out of the living room
a long time ago,
it got in the way
of communicating in our family.
No, with us,
it has a calming effect.
To be honest, I didn't...
just happen to come by.
Melikaleh, our children
are getting married.
I wanted...
to clear the atmosphere a little.
-No problem.
Just tell me
what Abo tells you
when he goes behind my back.
That's confidential.
It's okay, I'm his wife.
That's between
the therapist and the patient,
but if you came for couple's therapy,
then you could be involved.
I don't need therapy.
What therapy?
Nail therapy!
What do you want?
We're busy.
Am I interrupting?
-Yes. -No, not at all.
I was just about to suggest
to Melikaleh
that we take a break
from all the preparations
and go away
with our husbands
for a weekend together.
A weekend?
There's a lovely holiday cottage
up north,
Dov and I go there
all the time.
What's a cottage?
Dear god, don't you know
what a cottage is?
Where the youngsters go dancing!
It's there.
A cottage is like a little hotel,
you'll love it.
It's like a second home to us.
It costs a lot of money, right?
And we need to save up
because our kids are getting married.
Melikush, it's our treat.
You think we have no money?
God forbid, of course not.
Pay, if you'd like.
Just come.
I wish I was so lucky,
I never got as much
as a slice of cake from my in-laws.
Go, enjoy yourself.
I wish someone
would take me to a cottage.
You'll dance and make
everyone happy. -Fine.
Fine, fine.
Fine, we're going.
What won't we do
to be one big happy family?
Wonderful.
We're going.
I can't believe
your mom convinced her.
She hasn't gone anywhere
since Bekhor's Bar Mitzvah
and even then,
she made everyone go home that evening.
She's never spent
the night away from home!
But you know what that means.
-What?
36 hours of quiet.
-Wow.
36 hours without Melika,
without Tzipora,
without talking about the wedding
and the menu. -Wow.
Without them driving us nuts,
coming in and out,
breathing down our necks.
Can you believe it?
Let's throw a party,
let's invite everyone
from the office
We can do that.
I just thought we could
spend some time alone.
Don't turn me on,
I can't handle it.
If you want the guys from the office,
we can do that too.
What guys? What office?
Alone!
Uriya.
Uriya.
Uriya.
Uggy!
What, gorgeous?
Was I disturbing you, girlfriend?
I'm sorry, but I told you
when you moved in,
this is my creative space,
I can't work when it's quiet.
It pulls me out of focus.
Any chance
you could hum to yourself?
I gotta write, man.
Why didn't you say so, girl?
I so respect that.
Thanks.
Will it help if I turn on
the TV instead?
Let's try.
I love E! Entertainment.
...another new presenter
on the channel,
this summer
it will be none other
than Dafi Oren.
At 26, and with looks that'll definitely
get her an advertising campaign,
Oren is the new "It" girl...
I'd kill for a waistline like that...
Dafi isn't only
in the entertainment business,
she also justifies
her family's artistic background
as "the daughter of."
Along with other graduates
who studied with her
at the famous actors' studio
run by Ephraim,
she established a comic ensemble
that includes Ofer Avraham,
Elad Diskin and...
that's it.
Cute.
Fabulous.
Good evening to you.
You are perfect.
What's that?
Daddy's beautiful girl.
Who's Daddy's beautiful girl?
Come here, my darling.
Are you playing
what I got for you?
Yeah.
-Cool.
Wow.
You like it?
-Very much.
Bekhor, can we afford
to buy clothes like this?
Thank God, the rabbi
has helped me make a better living,
and besides, nothing is more dear
to me than my dear wife.
And what's this?
This is all I've ever wanted.
You, the kids,
a normal family.
Let's spend one Sabbath properly,
according to Jewish law,
what do you say?
I do see how hard you're trying.
It stressed me out at first,
but now that I see
how happy it makes you...
I'll go to synagogue with you too.
Wow, the rabbi would be so happy.
This week we're getting
the new chair for Elijah the Prophet
that we bought.
Real fancy. I donated it,
it'll be delivered this week.
I want you to see it.
You donated it alone
or with others?
No, alone.
Do I need others
to do a good deed?
It brought us good luck,
domestic harmony, a good living.
God willing...
It's done a lot of good.
Sounds expensive.
It's just a chair.
What did you make to eat?
I'm starving.
Pasta stars.
What?
-Bakhsh.
Your suitcase.
-Thank you.
Thank you, my darling.
May you have good luck,
no evil eye.
Amen.
Two suitcases?
Are you flying to Samarkand?
Towels.
-You'll get towels there.
You think I'll use
a stranger's towel?
I'd rather die first.
And what's that?
You can sleep
on the cottage's sheets.
You've lost your mind,
you're not taking all of this.
Then I'm not going!
Why, Mom?
What's wrong?
What'll we do with Mali?
Leave her all alone?
What'll we do?
-What'll we do?
Mom, it's only one night.
But even in one night,
you could get into trouble.
Hey.
Leave her, she's a good girl.
Daddy's darling.
Mom, don't worry.
-Okay, go,
go get the things.
-More towels?
No, no.
Food.
Now be quiet.
We'll get food there.
They have food there.
What will our in-laws say?
Remember the food
at the restaurant they took us to?
It was all white.
What if they serve us pork,
God forbid?
They're vegetarians.
So what?
We're not vegetarians
and I won't let her
pay for the cottage.
We have to hurry,
before the Sabbath starts.
Okay, close it up.
-Come on.
We didn't forget anything?
-No, it's all inside.
I feel like
I didn't take anything.
What a guest.
Welcome to Florentine.
Do you know that Bukharians
built Florentine? -Awesome.
God help me,
what are all these things?
What's going on here?
My roommate builds mannequins.
Looks like a brothel.
Well, you're the expert.
Have a seat.
Want some coffee?
I'll make some coffee.
Wait, do you guys keep kosher?
You and the roommate.
Not really.
Should I make it in a disposable cup?
No.
-Maybe something from a bag?
No, no.
-Like pretzels?
I'm not hungry, brother,
I'm good.
Hey, girlfriend.
Who might you be?
This is my older brother Bekhor.
He came by to say hi.
This is Uggy.
Uri. Uriya.
Enchanté.
Boy, is he gay.
I gotta run,
I just came to get one of my pieces.
If Dad finds out,
he'll die of shame.
Warm regards to Dad.
This is what you left home for?
This is what you want?
Hai, we're losing you!
I know what I'm doing,
don't worry.
I'm your big brother
and I'm very worried.
Bye, cuties.
Who was that?
A girlfriend.
How's the writing going?
Great. Awesome.
Hai, how about coming
to synagogue tonight?
For me.
You need a reminder
of who you really are.
Do I have to?
What I have to do is finish
writing this play.
I have no set,
no costumes, no auditorium.
No lighting either.
But on the Sabbath?
The Sabbath is a day of rest.
Come to synagogue,
you'll see.
God will give you good luck
for your work
and your life.
Have you turned into
a missionary, Bekhor?
I respect your choice,
but don't decide for me.
I'm your brother,
I worry about you.
Besides, I'm leading
the prayer service this week.
Our rabbi
has lots of connections.
We'll tell him about your play,
he'll get us an auditorium in no time.
And I'll help you with
lighting from the studio .
All I'm asking is that
you don't work on the Sabbath.
And you'll get to see the kids.
Did you know that Esti's father
prays at our synagogue?
I'll talk to him and
tell him to bring Esti with him.
Okay. -Really?
-Yeah, I'll come.
Yeah?
-Sure.
Bless your soul.
Okay.
Good morning, Mrs. Gurewitz.
-Good morning.
How are you today, Mrs. Gurewitz?
-Good.
Taste the omelet.
Listen,
if my mom knew
you cooked in her kitchen,
she'd go nuts.
And if my dad knew that
a man touched our pots and pans,
he'd freak out.
Would you like to read
the Bukharian newspaper, Mrs. Gurewitz?
Sure.
Let's see who died.
Oh, you're getting all cozy,
Mrs. Gurewitz.
Hello.
-Hello.
So how are you, Mrs. Rachel?
I'm fine.
-Is there something you wanted?
No, thank God,
I have everything I need.
Guy was just going to work.
Work? But it's Friday.
I have to go to work,
to the office.
My dad asked me to make sure
everything's okay.
You do as he asked.
Hello.
Goodbye.
It's okay, Abo,
don't hold back your feelings.
Give them expression.
I found some lemon compote.
Come join us, Melikaleh.
I'll bring a chair,
it'll go faster.
Does this take long?
And now
that Melikaleh has joined us,
we have a sanga.
You mean, a rock?
I'll throw a rock at your head.
A sanga is a group of people
who walk a common path together,
who have a common wish,
like our wish to unify our family.
And now we'll move our heads
and relieve all the tension.
To the right
and to the left.
It's not moving.
And again to the right.
My head is stuck.
I have to go back to the cottage.
I'll fix my head.
I'm sorry, carry on.
Melika, don't go.
It's okay.
We'll see you later, Melikaleh.
Do what
your Ashkenazi wife tells you, sir.
Come on, Dov.
Relax your head.
-I want to fix my head.
Melika, come on.
Some other time.
Now we'll all be silent.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Can you believe
you were at Yoda's house?
Unreal.
Levy?
-You idiot.
Star Wars.
-Okay.
Yes, I was there
as the teacher's pet.
What did he say
about your idea?
He liked it.
-Yeah?
But he said
I don't have an ending.
What are your options?
A small, modest Bukharian wedding,
850 guests.
You guys have been together
for a while now.
Doesn't that mean
you guys are engaged?
Now you're pressuring me too?
Yeah. -No, no.
We just want to remind you
that all this
gets old pretty fast.
Is it guys' night out?
Dafi!
Want another drink with me?
Actually...
I think I'll get going.
Say hi to Esti.
I'm going to write.
-Okay, we know you're writing.
Hey, guys, show a little respect.
We're just writing sketches.
We may become children's TV stars.
At least some of us.
But Hai is writing a play,
that's no joke.
We may be sitting here
with the next Tennessee Williams.
Tennessee Williamsov.
Or at least the next shift manager
at "Samarkand."
To your play, Hai.
To "Samarkand."
I guess one more drink
won't do any harm.
Arnold, another round of chasers.
Arnold!
Are you nuts?
I thought there was someone here.
Yeah, Harry Styles, Timothée Chalamet
and Ryan Phillippe.
They're hiding.
Wanna check?
Don't worry, Rachel checks in
on me every half hour.
I didn't come to check anything,
Margo sent you some food.
I brought you some food.
As if you didn't come to see
if I'm with Guy.
What?
From grade school.
Look, I don't have to check anything.
The guy upstairs sees everything.
And however you behave,
he'll respond in kind.
How did he respond in kind
to all the times you cheated on Margo?
Mali!
People change.
Bekhor, people sleep.
Would you please leave?
Mom's not here to bug me,
so she sent you instead?
Why don't you come to synagogue
this evening?
What for?
Why don't you bring
that fruitcake of yours too?
So he can see what
real praying looks like.
Bye, Bekhor,
let me get back to sleep.
Bye, sweetheart.
-Thanks. -Enjoy the food.
Thanks.
-It's good.
Bye.
Fruitcake...
Cauliflower.
-Excuse me?
Fried cauliflower, Margo made it.
Come on.
Yummy.
-Wow.
Looks good.
-Sure does.
You're back.
Were you silent enough?
Too bad you didn't
stay with us, Melikaleh.
I was fine,
I drank some of this.
I thought it was lemon compote,
but it's naughty compote.
You drank all this?
No, I only had a little.
But I left some for you too.
It's good.
Melikaleh, be careful not to fall.
You really made yourself at home.
Grab that.
-Whoa...
He's afraid, my husband.
Come have a drink, my darling.
Abo.
Excuse me, ladies first.
No, this is Bukharian territory.
Men come first.
They're first.
Now it's your turn, young lady.
-Thank you.
Cheers, right?
-To the compote.
My darling.
-Cheers.
Cheers, cutiepie.
-Cheers. -Abo.
You are a very handsome man.
-Thank you.
Abo.
Thank you for everything.
You think I don't remember
what you do for me?
Oh, Melikaleh.
Abo.
-My beautiful wife.
Elad recited the monologue from
"The Miser" until he agreed to pay.
Ofer's taking him home.
Flower?
Let it go.
That'll be 20, buddy.
Thanks.
We're not really going
to do this again, Hai.
What for?
We already tried.
More than once.
Maybe third time's a charm?
Let's try once more.
I realized in Bukhara
that there's no point.
Okay, but we're not
in Bukhara anymore,
we're in Florentine.
I live alone,
I write alone,
and don't want to be
alone all the time.
Why not come to my place?
Hai, I'm not another thing
you can check off
on your Tel-Aviv bachelor list.
No, that's not what I meant.
I'm not in that place anymore.
Yes,
but you're in the neighborhood.
And it'll never be
my neighborhood.
I'm not what you need.
We'll always have
love for each other,
but our story already
has an ending.
Then what's the end of my story?
You'll find it. In the end.
Margo, you don't need a purse.
It's the Sabbath.
-Wait,
I'm looking for my earrings.
Just forget the earrings.
Margo!
This isn't right.
What isn't right?
Now earrings are
considered immodest?
It's not that,
you turned the lights on.
Now we'll have to sleep with them on.
No!
-What?
The Sabbath has already started.
We said we'd observe the Sabbath today.
You want to start if off
by desecrating it?
It's just a mild desecration.
Never mind, we'll sleep
with the lights on.
Besides,
in such a beautiful dress,
not seeing you is a crime.
Now hurry up,
I have to get to synagogue.
I'm late.
-Okay.
The rabbi won't get off my back.
You go for the service,
I'll come for the reception of the Sabbath.
I have nothing to do
at the service anyway.
But hurry up, okay?
-Be on your way.
I'm walking, it's the Sabbath.
Shabbat Shalom.
Shabbat Shalom, Yehuda.
--Shabbat Shalom.
Haven't seen you
in a while, buddy.
How are you?
How's your health?
Thank God, fine.
Thank God.
Shabbat Shalom, Esti.
-Shabbat Shalom.
That's nice.
But after you get married,
get a big bouquet every Sabbath.
No problem.
Is it okay if we sit and talk
after the service?
Have you been drinking?
Just one glass,
no big deal...
Why just one
when you can have many?
You...
So what do you say,
is it okay
if I walk you home?
Only if you agree, of course.
Is it okay?
-Yes, it's okay.
But let's go now,
we'll be late.
Bekhor is leading the service.
No, after you.
Please...
-Go on.
For the Lord is the great God,
the great King above all gods.
In his hand are the depths of the earth
and the mountain peaks belong to him.
The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the Lord our Maker...
Go on...
For he is...
Before the Lord our Maker...
For he is God...
-Our God...
And we are
the people of his pasture...
I've been waiting for this so long.
Me too.
Why don't we put on some music?
-Music, okay.
Okay.
Lights.
Do you want the lights on?
Okay.
Hey.
What?
Why don't we wait a little longer?
We can wait a little longer.
That's fine.
-Okay.
Okay.
Blessed are You, O Lord,
who sanctifies the Sabbath.
Amen.
-Amen.
Please eat, help yourselves.
I brought everything,
I learned to cook
at a very young age
because my father died
very young
and my poor mother
worked three jobs,
she worked all day,
just to put food on our table.
So she taught me how to cook,
so I could help out at home
and cook for my siblings.
Sometimes I was too hard,
that's true,
but I was like that so that
the little ones would listen to me.
I got married when I was 17.
To be honest,
when my mother said
that Abo was coming to see me,
I thought it wouldn't work.
What did I have to offer?
No father, no dowry.
Yes, but...
as soon as I saw you
I knew she was the one for me.
I knew she was a good girl.
-Yes.
Like our Mali.
He made me feel special.
It was the first time
I ever felt special
and to this day
he makes me feel special,
even though I'm too hard sometimes,
I admit it,
even though I'm crazy
and after all these years,
I love you.
You don't have to reply.
I love you too,
my beautiful, special wife.
Abo,
let's go see
if I'm in the other room too.
Good night.
Charity,
salary for yeshiva student,
religious artifacts,
chair for Elijah the Prophet...
4.500 shekels?
A scribe.
Chandeliers...
I missed you.
Have you thought about
our last conversation?
Yes
and I wanted to tell you
that you're right.
What are you trying to say?
That...
I'm sorry.
The answer is yes, of course.
I swear,
I don't understand you anymore.
I want to marry you, Esti.
It's perfectly clear to me.
You're my third act.
What do you mean,
your third act?
You're the ending of my story,
the right ending,
it's what I want to reach
I'm sure of it, but...
not right now,
not this moment.
Do you know
how selfish you are?
Esti.
-Listen to yourself.
The third act,
the end of my story.
You think I'm a script
waiting to be written?
That's not what I meant,
you know that
I'm thinking of both of us.
You see where my life is right now?
You too,
with your internship
and everything.
Let's just take our time.
We'll do it right,
nice and slow.
It could take a year
for all I care,
what I know
is that I want this.
If you know, then why wait?
There will always be something else.
Now it's my internship and your play,
last year it was school.
What'll you tell me next year,
that you're not ready to commit?
Don't waste my time.
That's what I am to you,
a waste of time?
What do you care?
And you know what
it's like for Bukharian girls.
I was waiting for you
to play the Bukharian card.
So this whole modern facade of yours,
going to law school,
was just so you could find a good match?
Learning a profession doesn't mean
I forgot where I come from.
And you're still putting on
a show for my father,
asking him
if you can walk me home.
It's not a show,
why are you yelling?
What's going on with you?
You don't know anything
that's going on with me.
Wait.
Esti.
Esti.
Come on...
you wanted to say.
I've felt for a long time
that we aren't like
we used to be.
Enough of that.
Now it hurts more than before.
Which one do you like the most?
Where were you?
I really sinned, huh?
I want to support
one of our yeshiva students,
so he can pray extra for me.
You can't buy a new soul,
you have to repair yours.
I really got hurt once
from a guy I trusted
and he just wanted
to take advantage of me.
Ofer and Elad
asked Dafi to join our act.
Don't write a sketch yet.
Hai needs permission
from his girlfriend first.
That's why I left the group.
Do you want to get
married some time?
I want that sometime to be now.
I only just started writing.
Don't apologize.
So be gentle with me.
Talk to me.
Rather than a play,
it's more like images from my life.
Hai Shem-Tov, stop blabbering
and start reading.
Interior, a young woman
comes home late.
Her father is waiting for her
with a belt.
I also have a news bulletin
translated into Bukharian
and I was thinking of translating
"Fiddler on the Roof" into Bukharian.
C'est tout,
that's all I have so far.
Look, Hai,
the ideas are good,
for the most part.
The question is
how you connect them.
Sometimes the hardest thing
is telling one's personal story.
People think that
their personal story
isn't interesting,
so they tend to make things up,
but there's no reason to.
The true stories
have the most beautiful
and interesting details
and when the audience feels it's true,
it's moving.
So should I write about...
Yehuda, Esti's father,
and his knife collection?
Or about...
my mom looking for a match for me
when I already have a girlfriend?
Absolutely, that's exactly
what I'm talking about.
I understand.
But how do I connect
between those ideas?
When you know what the ending is,
they'll connect.
In the play
or between me and Esti?
Both.
Tzipora.
I was in the neighborhood,
so I stopped by.
I hope I'm not disturbing,
I see you're busy.
I'm always busy,
but I'll make some time for you.
Oh, you have a television.
We took it out of the living room
a long time ago,
it got in the way
of communicating in our family.
No, with us,
it has a calming effect.
To be honest, I didn't...
just happen to come by.
Melikaleh, our children
are getting married.
I wanted...
to clear the atmosphere a little.
-No problem.
Just tell me
what Abo tells you
when he goes behind my back.
That's confidential.
It's okay, I'm his wife.
That's between
the therapist and the patient,
but if you came for couple's therapy,
then you could be involved.
I don't need therapy.
What therapy?
Nail therapy!
What do you want?
We're busy.
Am I interrupting?
-Yes. -No, not at all.
I was just about to suggest
to Melikaleh
that we take a break
from all the preparations
and go away
with our husbands
for a weekend together.
A weekend?
There's a lovely holiday cottage
up north,
Dov and I go there
all the time.
What's a cottage?
Dear god, don't you know
what a cottage is?
Where the youngsters go dancing!
It's there.
A cottage is like a little hotel,
you'll love it.
It's like a second home to us.
It costs a lot of money, right?
And we need to save up
because our kids are getting married.
Melikush, it's our treat.
You think we have no money?
God forbid, of course not.
Pay, if you'd like.
Just come.
I wish I was so lucky,
I never got as much
as a slice of cake from my in-laws.
Go, enjoy yourself.
I wish someone
would take me to a cottage.
You'll dance and make
everyone happy. -Fine.
Fine, fine.
Fine, we're going.
What won't we do
to be one big happy family?
Wonderful.
We're going.
I can't believe
your mom convinced her.
She hasn't gone anywhere
since Bekhor's Bar Mitzvah
and even then,
she made everyone go home that evening.
She's never spent
the night away from home!
But you know what that means.
-What?
36 hours of quiet.
-Wow.
36 hours without Melika,
without Tzipora,
without talking about the wedding
and the menu. -Wow.
Without them driving us nuts,
coming in and out,
breathing down our necks.
Can you believe it?
Let's throw a party,
let's invite everyone
from the office
We can do that.
I just thought we could
spend some time alone.
Don't turn me on,
I can't handle it.
If you want the guys from the office,
we can do that too.
What guys? What office?
Alone!
Uriya.
Uriya.
Uriya.
Uggy!
What, gorgeous?
Was I disturbing you, girlfriend?
I'm sorry, but I told you
when you moved in,
this is my creative space,
I can't work when it's quiet.
It pulls me out of focus.
Any chance
you could hum to yourself?
I gotta write, man.
Why didn't you say so, girl?
I so respect that.
Thanks.
Will it help if I turn on
the TV instead?
Let's try.
I love E! Entertainment.
...another new presenter
on the channel,
this summer
it will be none other
than Dafi Oren.
At 26, and with looks that'll definitely
get her an advertising campaign,
Oren is the new "It" girl...
I'd kill for a waistline like that...
Dafi isn't only
in the entertainment business,
she also justifies
her family's artistic background
as "the daughter of."
Along with other graduates
who studied with her
at the famous actors' studio
run by Ephraim,
she established a comic ensemble
that includes Ofer Avraham,
Elad Diskin and...
that's it.
Cute.
Fabulous.
Good evening to you.
You are perfect.
What's that?
Daddy's beautiful girl.
Who's Daddy's beautiful girl?
Come here, my darling.
Are you playing
what I got for you?
Yeah.
-Cool.
Wow.
You like it?
-Very much.
Bekhor, can we afford
to buy clothes like this?
Thank God, the rabbi
has helped me make a better living,
and besides, nothing is more dear
to me than my dear wife.
And what's this?
This is all I've ever wanted.
You, the kids,
a normal family.
Let's spend one Sabbath properly,
according to Jewish law,
what do you say?
I do see how hard you're trying.
It stressed me out at first,
but now that I see
how happy it makes you...
I'll go to synagogue with you too.
Wow, the rabbi would be so happy.
This week we're getting
the new chair for Elijah the Prophet
that we bought.
Real fancy. I donated it,
it'll be delivered this week.
I want you to see it.
You donated it alone
or with others?
No, alone.
Do I need others
to do a good deed?
It brought us good luck,
domestic harmony, a good living.
God willing...
It's done a lot of good.
Sounds expensive.
It's just a chair.
What did you make to eat?
I'm starving.
Pasta stars.
What?
-Bakhsh.
Your suitcase.
-Thank you.
Thank you, my darling.
May you have good luck,
no evil eye.
Amen.
Two suitcases?
Are you flying to Samarkand?
Towels.
-You'll get towels there.
You think I'll use
a stranger's towel?
I'd rather die first.
And what's that?
You can sleep
on the cottage's sheets.
You've lost your mind,
you're not taking all of this.
Then I'm not going!
Why, Mom?
What's wrong?
What'll we do with Mali?
Leave her all alone?
What'll we do?
-What'll we do?
Mom, it's only one night.
But even in one night,
you could get into trouble.
Hey.
Leave her, she's a good girl.
Daddy's darling.
Mom, don't worry.
-Okay, go,
go get the things.
-More towels?
No, no.
Food.
Now be quiet.
We'll get food there.
They have food there.
What will our in-laws say?
Remember the food
at the restaurant they took us to?
It was all white.
What if they serve us pork,
God forbid?
They're vegetarians.
So what?
We're not vegetarians
and I won't let her
pay for the cottage.
We have to hurry,
before the Sabbath starts.
Okay, close it up.
-Come on.
We didn't forget anything?
-No, it's all inside.
I feel like
I didn't take anything.
What a guest.
Welcome to Florentine.
Do you know that Bukharians
built Florentine? -Awesome.
God help me,
what are all these things?
What's going on here?
My roommate builds mannequins.
Looks like a brothel.
Well, you're the expert.
Have a seat.
Want some coffee?
I'll make some coffee.
Wait, do you guys keep kosher?
You and the roommate.
Not really.
Should I make it in a disposable cup?
No.
-Maybe something from a bag?
No, no.
-Like pretzels?
I'm not hungry, brother,
I'm good.
Hey, girlfriend.
Who might you be?
This is my older brother Bekhor.
He came by to say hi.
This is Uggy.
Uri. Uriya.
Enchanté.
Boy, is he gay.
I gotta run,
I just came to get one of my pieces.
If Dad finds out,
he'll die of shame.
Warm regards to Dad.
This is what you left home for?
This is what you want?
Hai, we're losing you!
I know what I'm doing,
don't worry.
I'm your big brother
and I'm very worried.
Bye, cuties.
Who was that?
A girlfriend.
How's the writing going?
Great. Awesome.
Hai, how about coming
to synagogue tonight?
For me.
You need a reminder
of who you really are.
Do I have to?
What I have to do is finish
writing this play.
I have no set,
no costumes, no auditorium.
No lighting either.
But on the Sabbath?
The Sabbath is a day of rest.
Come to synagogue,
you'll see.
God will give you good luck
for your work
and your life.
Have you turned into
a missionary, Bekhor?
I respect your choice,
but don't decide for me.
I'm your brother,
I worry about you.
Besides, I'm leading
the prayer service this week.
Our rabbi
has lots of connections.
We'll tell him about your play,
he'll get us an auditorium in no time.
And I'll help you with
lighting from the studio .
All I'm asking is that
you don't work on the Sabbath.
And you'll get to see the kids.
Did you know that Esti's father
prays at our synagogue?
I'll talk to him and
tell him to bring Esti with him.
Okay. -Really?
-Yeah, I'll come.
Yeah?
-Sure.
Bless your soul.
Okay.
Good morning, Mrs. Gurewitz.
-Good morning.
How are you today, Mrs. Gurewitz?
-Good.
Taste the omelet.
Listen,
if my mom knew
you cooked in her kitchen,
she'd go nuts.
And if my dad knew that
a man touched our pots and pans,
he'd freak out.
Would you like to read
the Bukharian newspaper, Mrs. Gurewitz?
Sure.
Let's see who died.
Oh, you're getting all cozy,
Mrs. Gurewitz.
Hello.
-Hello.
So how are you, Mrs. Rachel?
I'm fine.
-Is there something you wanted?
No, thank God,
I have everything I need.
Guy was just going to work.
Work? But it's Friday.
I have to go to work,
to the office.
My dad asked me to make sure
everything's okay.
You do as he asked.
Hello.
Goodbye.
It's okay, Abo,
don't hold back your feelings.
Give them expression.
I found some lemon compote.
Come join us, Melikaleh.
I'll bring a chair,
it'll go faster.
Does this take long?
And now
that Melikaleh has joined us,
we have a sanga.
You mean, a rock?
I'll throw a rock at your head.
A sanga is a group of people
who walk a common path together,
who have a common wish,
like our wish to unify our family.
And now we'll move our heads
and relieve all the tension.
To the right
and to the left.
It's not moving.
And again to the right.
My head is stuck.
I have to go back to the cottage.
I'll fix my head.
I'm sorry, carry on.
Melika, don't go.
It's okay.
We'll see you later, Melikaleh.
Do what
your Ashkenazi wife tells you, sir.
Come on, Dov.
Relax your head.
-I want to fix my head.
Melika, come on.
Some other time.
Now we'll all be silent.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Can you believe
you were at Yoda's house?
Unreal.
Levy?
-You idiot.
Star Wars.
-Okay.
Yes, I was there
as the teacher's pet.
What did he say
about your idea?
He liked it.
-Yeah?
But he said
I don't have an ending.
What are your options?
A small, modest Bukharian wedding,
850 guests.
You guys have been together
for a while now.
Doesn't that mean
you guys are engaged?
Now you're pressuring me too?
Yeah. -No, no.
We just want to remind you
that all this
gets old pretty fast.
Is it guys' night out?
Dafi!
Want another drink with me?
Actually...
I think I'll get going.
Say hi to Esti.
I'm going to write.
-Okay, we know you're writing.
Hey, guys, show a little respect.
We're just writing sketches.
We may become children's TV stars.
At least some of us.
But Hai is writing a play,
that's no joke.
We may be sitting here
with the next Tennessee Williams.
Tennessee Williamsov.
Or at least the next shift manager
at "Samarkand."
To your play, Hai.
To "Samarkand."
I guess one more drink
won't do any harm.
Arnold, another round of chasers.
Arnold!
Are you nuts?
I thought there was someone here.
Yeah, Harry Styles, Timothée Chalamet
and Ryan Phillippe.
They're hiding.
Wanna check?
Don't worry, Rachel checks in
on me every half hour.
I didn't come to check anything,
Margo sent you some food.
I brought you some food.
As if you didn't come to see
if I'm with Guy.
What?
From grade school.
Look, I don't have to check anything.
The guy upstairs sees everything.
And however you behave,
he'll respond in kind.
How did he respond in kind
to all the times you cheated on Margo?
Mali!
People change.
Bekhor, people sleep.
Would you please leave?
Mom's not here to bug me,
so she sent you instead?
Why don't you come to synagogue
this evening?
What for?
Why don't you bring
that fruitcake of yours too?
So he can see what
real praying looks like.
Bye, Bekhor,
let me get back to sleep.
Bye, sweetheart.
-Thanks. -Enjoy the food.
Thanks.
-It's good.
Bye.
Fruitcake...
Cauliflower.
-Excuse me?
Fried cauliflower, Margo made it.
Come on.
Yummy.
-Wow.
Looks good.
-Sure does.
You're back.
Were you silent enough?
Too bad you didn't
stay with us, Melikaleh.
I was fine,
I drank some of this.
I thought it was lemon compote,
but it's naughty compote.
You drank all this?
No, I only had a little.
But I left some for you too.
It's good.
Melikaleh, be careful not to fall.
You really made yourself at home.
Grab that.
-Whoa...
He's afraid, my husband.
Come have a drink, my darling.
Abo.
Excuse me, ladies first.
No, this is Bukharian territory.
Men come first.
They're first.
Now it's your turn, young lady.
-Thank you.
Cheers, right?
-To the compote.
My darling.
-Cheers.
Cheers, cutiepie.
-Cheers. -Abo.
You are a very handsome man.
-Thank you.
Abo.
Thank you for everything.
You think I don't remember
what you do for me?
Oh, Melikaleh.
Abo.
-My beautiful wife.
Elad recited the monologue from
"The Miser" until he agreed to pay.
Ofer's taking him home.
Flower?
Let it go.
That'll be 20, buddy.
Thanks.
We're not really going
to do this again, Hai.
What for?
We already tried.
More than once.
Maybe third time's a charm?
Let's try once more.
I realized in Bukhara
that there's no point.
Okay, but we're not
in Bukhara anymore,
we're in Florentine.
I live alone,
I write alone,
and don't want to be
alone all the time.
Why not come to my place?
Hai, I'm not another thing
you can check off
on your Tel-Aviv bachelor list.
No, that's not what I meant.
I'm not in that place anymore.
Yes,
but you're in the neighborhood.
And it'll never be
my neighborhood.
I'm not what you need.
We'll always have
love for each other,
but our story already
has an ending.
Then what's the end of my story?
You'll find it. In the end.
Margo, you don't need a purse.
It's the Sabbath.
-Wait,
I'm looking for my earrings.
Just forget the earrings.
Margo!
This isn't right.
What isn't right?
Now earrings are
considered immodest?
It's not that,
you turned the lights on.
Now we'll have to sleep with them on.
No!
-What?
The Sabbath has already started.
We said we'd observe the Sabbath today.
You want to start if off
by desecrating it?
It's just a mild desecration.
Never mind, we'll sleep
with the lights on.
Besides,
in such a beautiful dress,
not seeing you is a crime.
Now hurry up,
I have to get to synagogue.
I'm late.
-Okay.
The rabbi won't get off my back.
You go for the service,
I'll come for the reception of the Sabbath.
I have nothing to do
at the service anyway.
But hurry up, okay?
-Be on your way.
I'm walking, it's the Sabbath.
Shabbat Shalom.
Shabbat Shalom, Yehuda.
--Shabbat Shalom.
Haven't seen you
in a while, buddy.
How are you?
How's your health?
Thank God, fine.
Thank God.
Shabbat Shalom, Esti.
-Shabbat Shalom.
That's nice.
But after you get married,
get a big bouquet every Sabbath.
No problem.
Is it okay if we sit and talk
after the service?
Have you been drinking?
Just one glass,
no big deal...
Why just one
when you can have many?
You...
So what do you say,
is it okay
if I walk you home?
Only if you agree, of course.
Is it okay?
-Yes, it's okay.
But let's go now,
we'll be late.
Bekhor is leading the service.
No, after you.
Please...
-Go on.
For the Lord is the great God,
the great King above all gods.
In his hand are the depths of the earth
and the mountain peaks belong to him.
The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
Come, let us bow down in worship,
let us kneel before the Lord our Maker...
Go on...
For he is...
Before the Lord our Maker...
For he is God...
-Our God...
And we are
the people of his pasture...
I've been waiting for this so long.
Me too.
Why don't we put on some music?
-Music, okay.
Okay.
Lights.
Do you want the lights on?
Okay.
Hey.
What?
Why don't we wait a little longer?
We can wait a little longer.
That's fine.
-Okay.
Okay.
Blessed are You, O Lord,
who sanctifies the Sabbath.
Amen.
-Amen.
Please eat, help yourselves.
I brought everything,
I learned to cook
at a very young age
because my father died
very young
and my poor mother
worked three jobs,
she worked all day,
just to put food on our table.
So she taught me how to cook,
so I could help out at home
and cook for my siblings.
Sometimes I was too hard,
that's true,
but I was like that so that
the little ones would listen to me.
I got married when I was 17.
To be honest,
when my mother said
that Abo was coming to see me,
I thought it wouldn't work.
What did I have to offer?
No father, no dowry.
Yes, but...
as soon as I saw you
I knew she was the one for me.
I knew she was a good girl.
-Yes.
Like our Mali.
He made me feel special.
It was the first time
I ever felt special
and to this day
he makes me feel special,
even though I'm too hard sometimes,
I admit it,
even though I'm crazy
and after all these years,
I love you.
You don't have to reply.
I love you too,
my beautiful, special wife.
Abo,
let's go see
if I'm in the other room too.
Good night.
Charity,
salary for yeshiva student,
religious artifacts,
chair for Elijah the Prophet...
4.500 shekels?
A scribe.
Chandeliers...
I missed you.
Have you thought about
our last conversation?
Yes
and I wanted to tell you
that you're right.
What are you trying to say?
That...
I'm sorry.
The answer is yes, of course.
I swear,
I don't understand you anymore.
I want to marry you, Esti.
It's perfectly clear to me.
You're my third act.
What do you mean,
your third act?
You're the ending of my story,
the right ending,
it's what I want to reach
I'm sure of it, but...
not right now,
not this moment.
Do you know
how selfish you are?
Esti.
-Listen to yourself.
The third act,
the end of my story.
You think I'm a script
waiting to be written?
That's not what I meant,
you know that
I'm thinking of both of us.
You see where my life is right now?
You too,
with your internship
and everything.
Let's just take our time.
We'll do it right,
nice and slow.
It could take a year
for all I care,
what I know
is that I want this.
If you know, then why wait?
There will always be something else.
Now it's my internship and your play,
last year it was school.
What'll you tell me next year,
that you're not ready to commit?
Don't waste my time.
That's what I am to you,
a waste of time?
What do you care?
And you know what
it's like for Bukharian girls.
I was waiting for you
to play the Bukharian card.
So this whole modern facade of yours,
going to law school,
was just so you could find a good match?
Learning a profession doesn't mean
I forgot where I come from.
And you're still putting on
a show for my father,
asking him
if you can walk me home.
It's not a show,
why are you yelling?
What's going on with you?
You don't know anything
that's going on with me.
Wait.
Esti.
Esti.
Come on...