Where Do You Live? (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
Will you watch the door for me?
-Sure.
It's my first time.
Mine too.
Doesn't he know that by us,
if a girl isn't a virgin,
no one will marry her?
He ruined your life!
Hello.
Mali the intern.
-Yes.
We're leaving for Uzbekistan
in a few hours
to find out what lies behind
Grandma Heftzigul's picture.
I have many memories from Bukhara,
but more than all,
the ancient Torah scroll that is hidden
in the basement of my late father's home.
I missed my connection,
next flight to India is in three days.
The funniest thing happened, Esti...
What?
Don't tell her she's here.
I'm looking for my grandfather's grave,
Hai Ishan HaCohen.
He was a well-known, respected man.
Grandpa,
we came to take
your Torah scroll home.
I have your suitcase
and you have mine.
Come in.
I'm the only one for you, right?
Of course.
Excuse me.
Hai.
-Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
-Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Got any cream for insect bites?
I got eaten alive.
Flies are attracted to shit.
Let me sleep.
Shit.
Come back.
Come back.
I can't believe
you didn't do anything.
I'm married
and I'd do her like a rhino.
I'd tear her apart.
That's why
you're getting a divorce.
God forbid,
don't talk like that.
Margo, bless her heart,
will never leave me.
Even though I'm here alone
and she's at home alone
she's waiting for me to get back.
That's how much she loves me.
Where is she?
I don't get why she insists on tagging along.
You really don't get it, huh?
You idiot.
Oh my god.
Don't take any pictures.
If Esti sees her, she'll kill me.
I'm taking pictures for myself.
What were you saying about me
in Bukharian?
Come on, we'll be late.
Late for what?
You have no idea where we're going.
We have Grandma Waze.
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
Press * if you are not the driver.
What?
Just kidding.
Walk towards Lyabi Hauz.
Come on.
Head in the direction that Nasreddin
is pointing to on the donkey.
I told you,
it all starts with the donkey.
Takes one to know one.
Come here for a second.
What?
-Stand here.
Come here.
What's your problem, Bekhor?
-Come on.
You haven't touched the salad.
-Look how much food you made.
Okay, but just taste it.
Taste, eat, eat some more.
-Yeah.
Look how much you put on my plate.
You never tasted it before.
Hey, good morning, Mom.
-Good morning, Mom.
Good morning, Mom.
So there aren't any rules
in this house anymore?
Are you guys trying to kill me?
Did you sleep here?
Mom, of course not.
Then tell the neighbors too.
You're always going out,
coming home after midnight. What is this?
I give you a finger,
you take the whole hand?
Melika, I just came to...
Molly is just a good girl,
from a good home,
she's a Bukharian girl.
You have to respect our customs, Guy,
you can't ruin her.
Mom, that's no way to talk to him.
That's no way to treat you.
You have to obey our rules.
You want Molly?
-Yes, I want Molly.
Really?
-Yes.
Good, them come over
with your parents.
Molly isn't a stray dog.
Come and ask
for her hand in marriage. -Mom.
Be quiet.
-What's with you? -Be quiet!
Okay, let's say
I want to ask for her hand.
Guy.
-What?
Come here with your parents
and we'll do Shirini-khori.
What?
When you eat the sugar.
-Okay. And that's it?
Yes, then you'll be engaged.
Mom!
Of course,
you have to ask the bride.
No one's forcing her.
Just a little push.
Guy, if you're not serious,
let's just drop it.
You'll go and someone
more serious will come along.
I'm going.
Molly, you coming?
Molly, if you leave with him now,
never come back here.
I'll disown you.
A nice Bukharian girl doesn't act like this.
Mom, we're going to work.
Work is...
Come straight home after work.
Don't worry, Melika,
I'll bring her home.
Really?
-Straight home.
Thank you.
The coffee and sugar are here.
This is the microwave and this is
where we keep the Xanax and Ritalin.
Depending on how you feel.
I don't...
I don't need that stuff.
We'll see about that.
And don't you dare make coffee
for anyone.
They see a woman
and start imagining a hot water dispenser.
You didn't go
to law school for that.
Elina, come on,
we're starting.
This is Adir, he's actually one
of the guys who'll offer you coffee.
Hi, I'm Esti.
Coffee?
-No thanks.
Esther, the new intern.
Does she know what she's getting into?
-She'll find out.
She's not afraid.
She grew up in Tel Kabir.
There you go.
Come on, let's go.
-I'll be right there.
Bye.
So, Esther?
Esti.
Speaking of Tel Kabir,
you should join the case I'm working on.
The residents of south Tel Aviv
vs. the municipality. -I'd love to.
It's very close to my heart,
they're destroying our neighborhood.
That's great, but we're
representing the municipality.
It's interesting in any case.
Well...
we're going out for a drink after work,
join us if you'd like.
That was fast...
Besides the fact that
I'm in a relationship, I...
No, no, no...
-I'd prefer...
I'm going out with my team.
All I need is a sexual
harassment suit on my ass.
But it's okay.
We're lawyers,
there's no telling what we're aiming for.
On Karl Marx Street, turn right.
Again with that Karl Marx?
It's okay, this is the street.
How do you know?
I'm telling you,
they changed all the street names.
Hello, dear brother.
Where is Karl Marx Street?
This used to be Karl Marx Street.
-This one? -Yes.
And what happened?
-They changed it to Levi Babakhanov.
I told you, it's here.
Thank you, brother.
-You're welcome.
Good for you.
I have many memories from Bukhara,
the memories I have left
of my husband.
A family portrait is hanging
on the wall in my home,
a clock that plays beautiful music
every 15 minutes
and evokes in my heart
the good memory of my husband
and 60 years ago
he bought two chandeliers.
I brought one of them with me
to Israel
and I left the other one hanging
in our home in Bukhara.
Welcome, have a wonderful time
Enjoy our bounty, welcome
Enjoy the apples, figs
and pomegranates, welcome
White walls, brown door.
They're all white walls
and brown doors.
Bekhor,
we'll go into every house
until we find it.
What about this one?
Okay, let's start from here.
She said a brown door, didn't she?
-Yeah, let's start here.
I'll knock.
Bekhor.
Grandma's chandelier,
it's the same chandelier.
She said she left one here.
-No way.
I'll go in to talk to them.
-Wait.
What are you gonna say?
Hello, we've come
from Israel to dig
our grandma's ancient Torah
out of your wall.
Something like that.
Grandma always says that
Uzbeks are kind, hospitable people.
What am I?
A guest.
Have I ever let you down?
-No.
Have I ever let you down?
Yes.
This isn't the time for that.
Good luck.
Wait, let me shoot this.
Don't knock, just go in.
What do you want?
Hello.
I'm your friend.
My name is Hai.
I'd like to greet you.
Many years ago
my late grandfather lived in this house,
and so did my grandmother,
right here.
Nice to meet you.
But I don't give a rat's ass
about this information, understand?
Wait, please.
I came all the way from Israel
to see this house.
Did you see it?
The house, did you see it?
Do you want to make it back
to Israel alive? -Yes.
Then go away,
or must I show you the way? -No, no.
I'm sick of these Jews,
every day it's someone else!
One says Grandma,
one says Grandpa,
one says mother-in-law...
Motherfucker.
Come on, let's go eat.
You go ahead, I can't,
I'm in the middle of something.
Then finish up,
I'll wait for you.
No, it's okay.
It'll take a while.
Let me see.
-What's your problem?
You go ahead, I'm not hungry.
Okay.
Oh no,
not the sad dolphin face.
What's going on?
My mom is driving me crazy.
-Okay.
But I told you, I don't get
too worked up about her.
She doesn't scare me.
But she's serious,
you don't understand.
If she wants a wedding,
she'll get a wedding.
Is that supposed to be a proposal?
An unofficial request,
because I don't have a ring yet.
Stop fooling around,
just leave me alone.
Why is it so hard to believe?
Because it came a minute
after my mom was nagging you.
Then should I propose in a week?
Nothing will change.
I love you.
Then do it right.
Okay, you're right.
Done. Trust me.
Now can we go to eat?
Come here.
First course.
-What can I get you?
Nothing, I'm not hungry.
-Come on, what can I get you?
I don't know, a salad.
-That's it?
Yes, a salad and some chicken.
A salad and some chicken.
-Yes. -That's it?
And some plain white rice.
-Salad, chicken, rice. -Yes.
Okay, cool.
-And some potatoes.
Potatoes.
-Yes.
And mushrooms.
I'll just get you a jumbo burrito.
Where are all the women here?
At a different restaurant?
Yeah, at Starbucks.
In the kitchen, at home with the kids,
cooking, cleaning.
Women.
And they like it.
Your dream, Hai honey.
My dream is to eat,
I'm starving.
Oh my god, look at this food.
Wow, this is good.
Is this soup?
How did you figure that out?
And this is oshpalo.
-Wow.
Bon appetit.
-Thank you.
No, no, thank you,
we don't need...
What's your problem?
Bring it on.
-This is samsa.
Are you guys nuts?
This is nothing.
-Look at all this food. It's unnecessary.
What's unnecessary?
It's all good,
this will only cost...
How much, 80.000?
That's like ten bucks.
-Wow.
Nine.
Hai, it's not about the money,
it's barbarian.
Did she say bar?
Dear brother, a bottle of vodka, please.
Thank you.
Vodka?
Now, at noon?
That's considered late here.
So we're getting drunk now?
-No.
We're relaxing.
You're getting drunk.
I'm relaxed.
You need to get drunk.
Kids, don't fight. Cheers.
Thank you. -Cheers.
-Oldik. -Cheers.
Oldik?
Exactly.
Maybe I should go
have a word with him.
Good idea.
He'll go crazy when he sees you,
with your blonde hair and green eyes.
He'll run to the basement
and get the Torah scroll himself.
Listen...
-Yeah.
He'll let you in and
look the door behind him.
Next time we see you,
you'll be like Snow White
with seven edgy Uzbek dwarfs.
No way,
we won't put you in danger.
Oldik.
-Oldik. -Oldik.
Cheers.
Thank you.
Oldik.
-Oldik. -Oldik.
Say, is that picture moving
or is my oldik really strong?
What is that?
It's 3D.
No, what is that place?
It's nice.
I think it's a holy site for Muslims...
Nice, nice.
Dear brother.
How much does this picture cost?
50.000.
-Is it for sale?
What do you need it for?
Give it to me, I'll buy it.
-He's buying it?
Listen to me.
Get some shovels and wait for me
by the Uzbek's house. Now!
What's going on?
Let us eat.
-Bring the picture.
But I'm hungry.
I think this is a great time
for some oldik.
But you're totally wasted.
-What?
Come on, Hai,
we said we'd go with the flow.
Yeah, but I don't feel like
scraping you off the pavement.
We didn't buy
this stuff for that.
It's nice here.
This typical Jewish home
is testimony to the fact that there was
once a large Jewish community in Bukhara.
This gate leads to the courtyard.
Hello, sir.
-Hello, young man.
How are you feeling?
-Fine, thank you.
You'll have to excuse me,
I'm busy.
I'm sorry.
So you work at the cemetery
and as a tour guide? Good for you.
I don't understand.
Do I know you?
Of course,
we met at the cemetery.
At the cemetery?
-Yes.
You found
my grandfather's grave for me.
No, no, you must
be mistaken, young man.
Now excuse me,
you're interrupting.
Where was I?
Oh, yes.
This is a typical house
from that period.
To be honest,
I grew up in this house.
Stop, stop, stop.
Now you're lying.
Don't believe him, because
my grandmother grew up in this house.
Heftzigul Oshrova.
How do you know her?
Now let's continue...
Let's continue our tour.
We will now go into the courtyard.
This is going to be
very interesting.
Excuse me, dear brother,
who lives in that house?
Obid. His sons moved away
and he was left all alone.
He goes to work, then comes back
to an empty home.
I see.
Thank you.
Come quick, come quick.
The old guy from the cemetery is here.
Not again...
No, now it all works out.
See for yourselves.
He grew up with Grandma.
He was right here.
Where...?
No...
He was right here,
I swear.
We believe you,
we believe you.
Okay, from now on,
I'm running things. Give me that.
Take this.
Wait for my sign
and go in after me, okay?
Hello.
I paid the electricity bill,
I paid the gas bill,
what else do you want?
Obid, don't you remember me?
-No.
How is that possible?
-Wait...
Where do I know you from?
I went to school with your son,
at Engels.
Engels?
-Yes.
With Oibek?
Yes, with dear Oibek.
It's me, Bakhtior.
You didn't recognize me? -Bakhtior?
We'd run around
and play here as kids. -Yes.
You'd run after us with a broom
and shoo us away.
Where is Oibek?
-He's gone.
Why?
He left.
-Where to? -America. -Wow.
United States of America..
Too bad. -Yes.
-I came all the way to see him.
And I brought him
some nice gifts.
And these are for you.
Well, I'll be going,
I'll see you some other time.
But Oibek is my son
so you're like a son to me too.
Where are you going?
Come inside. Bring the gifts.
-Yes, this is for you.
Come in.
Just take your shoes off.
Of course.
-What a great day this turned out to be.
Bakhtior, I can't believe it,
my son's friend
comes to visit me
and brings gifts...
Come on in,
make yourself at home.
You really surprised me.
I haven't had guests in a long time.
-Compare this to Tel Kabir...
And now you're here,
this is fantastic!
Compare this to Tel Kabir...
This calls for a celebration.
And you brought me such nice vodka,
good for you.
What are you doing?
Chill.
-It's not funny, it's dangerous.
How romantic.
Hai Shem-Tov,
are you trying to seduce me?
Oh no...
What's the big deal?
You don't have to shout.
Wow, what's that?
I have to take a picture of this.
Hai.
Hai! -Seriously?
You're taking a selfie now?
Quiet!
Must be Rachel.
Since when does Rachel knock?
Guy, what are you doing here?
You can't sleep here.
Did she invite you? Molly!
No, no, no, Melika,
it's okay.
I'm here with my parents,
as is the custom in Bukhara,
to ask for Molly's hand in marriage,
by the book.
What book?
-The Bukharians'.
Abo, Abo, Abo.
Come in.
Please, come in.
-Welcome.
We apologize if this isn't a good time,
we can come back another time.
No, it's fine.
You're already here with the boy,
the father, the book. Come on in.
We'll come back in a little while.
-No, coffee.
Sit, we'll be right back.
Dear in-laws, welcome
Welcome
Come on!
May there be many more weddings
And happy occasions
Oh no, you made so much.
No, it's nothing for us.
May there be many more weddings...
Dear in-laws, welcome
May there be many more weddings
and happy occasions...
Cheers.
-Cheers.
As the Uzbeks say, oldik!
Overdik!
Come, to the table.
Melika makes everything herself.
Really?
-With Molly, of course.
Please come to the table,
dear in-laws.
What is this?
Isn't this what you wanted?
Wait, wait.
Let's surprise him.
-Surprise who?
I'll call him in New York, right now.
-No, no, that's okay.
Why not?
-It's 3 a.m. in New York.
We'll call later, okay?
-You're right.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
The Torah scroll is supposed to be
in the wall facing the west.
Have any idea
which way is west?
Where the sea is.
There is no sea in Bukhara.
Want a bite?
No, not now.
What?
Nothing.
Just looking.
You hear that?
Sounds hollow.
There may be something here.
What are you doing?!
Calm down.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
This is what we came for.
Move aside.
Nice.
Good.
Sweetheart, more cilantro.
Okay, Mom.
-Lots of cilantro.
Okay, okay.
-The dushbere is no good without...
What have you done?
-What have I done? What have you done?
Who needed all this fuss anyway?
But he's here, with his parents,
and everyone's happy.
But not like this, Mom.
-Like how?
By pressuring him.
Why not wait for it to come from him?
But he came with his parents.
Yes, it's all my doing,
I told him he had to decide,
but he's the one who decided,
not me.
But what if I don't want to, Mom?
What if I'm not ready?
Sweetheart, you're my daughter,
I love you,
and I'm telling you,
even though he's Ashkenazi
and not Bukharian, he's good for you,
but if you don't want to get married,
I'll tell his parents to leave.
That's it, no wedding.
I'll do whatever you decide.
May you always stand proud
and may your strong body
never break.
And may only beautiful guests
come through your door, like me.
God willing.
Cheers.
God willing,
may your oldik get bigger.
Are we having fun?
We're having fun!
Wow, I'm having so much fun with you.
Doire?
-Doire, come on.
You and me
are having fun today...
We are digging into your wall today,
having fun...
Dig quietly, having fun...
May we have many happy occasions
where we can have fun...
Happy occasions are a blessing
Stop.
-Having fun...
Stop!
What is this?
You are a guest,
my son's friend.
You came from far away
and there's nothing
on the table but vodka.
You're right.
-Where are the snacks?
We need snacks.
-We sure do.
Now I'll...
-Go get some.
I'll go down to the basement.
I have such delicious snacks,
you'll be licking your fingers.
I'll be back in five minutes
with the snacks.
No, no, Obid, my brother.
Don't bother.
I can't eat when I drink vodka.
I have to drink it straight.
Doctor's orders.
What a lousy doctor.
By us, we say:
We must respect a guest
like we respect our father.
You are my guest,
so I'm going down to the basement
to get some snacks.
That's it.
Obid, please, I'm full.
-It's no bother.
We ate at the tea house, I'm full.
It's no problem.
-But I ate and drank, I'm full.
No need, dear brother.
-Five minutes.
Don't worry.
-Obid, my brother!
You're my guest,
I have to serve you something.
Who drinks vodka without snacks?
It's a must!
I'll be right back...
Right back...
Are you okay?
Yes, yes, it's my basement.
I'll be right back.
Here comes the honorable groom...
I wasn't at home,
I didn't know!
There's a wedding, my dear!
Knock on wood.
Sit down and be quiet.
I'm sorry.
Welcome to the home
of my son-in-law and daughter.
Welcome to the home
of my dear son-in-law and daughter.
May they always
lay their heads on the same pillow
and put their heads through
the same collar.
May they always lay their heads
on the same pillow
and put their heads
through the same collar.
May they have grandkids,
great-grandkids and great-great-grandkids.
Grandkids, great-grandkids, etc.
My dear mother-in-law,
they don't understand in any case.
Thank you.
Good health to you. Now sit down.
I understand that Molly and Guy
are engaged now. -Not yet.
Melika.
Rachel.
Say it out loud.
The bride's nice parents
would like to give the groom
a gold watch, that doesn't work,
an antique.
The battery's an antique too.
The bride's grandmother would like
to offer this necklace.
We say,
from Grandma to Grandma.
From Grandma to Grandma.
And all this too.
Daddy offers this wholeheartedly.
Bless this beautiful girl's soul.
That's it? Now we can say
they're officially engaged.
No.
Now it's your turn.
You have to give something.
To the bride.
We didn't know,
I'm sorry.
It's okay, whatever you have.
Be natural.
We'll buy something and bring it.
They didn't bring you anything?
-They brought, they brought.
My pearls?
Are you crazy?
Yes, that's good.
Nice. That's fine.
-Okay. -Here it is.
Thank you.
The groom's mother
is giving a pearl necklace.
And earrings.
These?
-Yes.
They're diamonds,
from my grandmother, I'm not...
Even better,
from Grandma to Grandma.
Diamond earrings. -Nice.
-Here you go. -Earrings.
Rings.
This is my engagement ring.
A diamond ring too.
I got married and didn't get anything
from my husband.
Now the father's groom
gives the groom a gift.
Give him the Rolex,
I got it for your 50th birthday.
Just give it to him.
The father's groom gave
the groom a Rolex watch
with no diamonds.
Just a regular Rolex.
Is that it?
Can we say we're done?
Yes, but first
we have the Shirini-khori ceremony.
Gesundheit.
No, it's the engagement ceremony.
We all have to eat sugar.
No, no, no.
-Yes.
Stick it in her mouth, she won't die.
-We don't eat sugar.
Dov is diabetic,
so I don't eat any either.
A little sugar never killed anyone.
For good luck.
Open, eat, swallow.
Here.
Congratulations.
-Mazel Tov.
What's wrong?
That's it?
Now they're engaged?
Not yet!
Hey.
I think I may have
put the cart before the horse.
Or is it the horse before the cart?
The cart before the horse.
You may not even
want to be with me.
You may not even
want to marry me.
You think?
Then why didn't you eat the sugar?
I don't know.
Everything happened so fast,
and it's all my mom's fault.
I'm not with you because of your mom.
-I know.
But if she hadn't said anything,
you wouldn't have proposed.
Then I would've proposed
in a month, who cares?
I know it's you.
But there are lots of things
you don't know about me.
Okay. Like what?
Well?
Like that I snore.
Me too.
And that when I get up in the morning
I don't like to talk.
Then we'll talk at noon.
What else?
Look at me, sweetie.
You're my happiness.
Yes, Melika is pressuring us and
you people have countless pagan ceremonies,
but it's a low price to pay
for my happiness, isn't it?
You really love me, huh?
How do you say
"Will you marry me?" in Bukharian?
Yes.
Okay.
Yes!
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Oh, Bukhara,
my dear soul, Bukhara...
Okay, one more.
Come on, pour us some more!
No.
-It's kosher!
Kosher!
Today they are taking you, Nozanin
To the groom's house, Nozanin...
Happy occasions are a blessing...
Thanks for doing this with me.
Of course.
Want to rest?
Are you tired?
I dig what you're saying,
but could you keep digging?
I'm hilarious.
What is this?
There's something here.
Oh my god.
Shit.
It's a Torah scroll.
"This Torah scroll
"was donated for the elevation of
Mrs. Heftziba daughter of Malka,
"by her son, Hai Ishan HaCohen.
"The 9th of Sivan, 1910."
Oh my god,
I have goosebumps.
I gotta get out of here.
What's wrong?
He locked the door
from outside.
-Sure.
It's my first time.
Mine too.
Doesn't he know that by us,
if a girl isn't a virgin,
no one will marry her?
He ruined your life!
Hello.
Mali the intern.
-Yes.
We're leaving for Uzbekistan
in a few hours
to find out what lies behind
Grandma Heftzigul's picture.
I have many memories from Bukhara,
but more than all,
the ancient Torah scroll that is hidden
in the basement of my late father's home.
I missed my connection,
next flight to India is in three days.
The funniest thing happened, Esti...
What?
Don't tell her she's here.
I'm looking for my grandfather's grave,
Hai Ishan HaCohen.
He was a well-known, respected man.
Grandpa,
we came to take
your Torah scroll home.
I have your suitcase
and you have mine.
Come in.
I'm the only one for you, right?
Of course.
Excuse me.
Hai.
-Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
-Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Hai.
Got any cream for insect bites?
I got eaten alive.
Flies are attracted to shit.
Let me sleep.
Shit.
Come back.
Come back.
I can't believe
you didn't do anything.
I'm married
and I'd do her like a rhino.
I'd tear her apart.
That's why
you're getting a divorce.
God forbid,
don't talk like that.
Margo, bless her heart,
will never leave me.
Even though I'm here alone
and she's at home alone
she's waiting for me to get back.
That's how much she loves me.
Where is she?
I don't get why she insists on tagging along.
You really don't get it, huh?
You idiot.
Oh my god.
Don't take any pictures.
If Esti sees her, she'll kill me.
I'm taking pictures for myself.
What were you saying about me
in Bukharian?
Come on, we'll be late.
Late for what?
You have no idea where we're going.
We have Grandma Waze.
Nothing's gonna stop us now.
Press * if you are not the driver.
What?
Just kidding.
Walk towards Lyabi Hauz.
Come on.
Head in the direction that Nasreddin
is pointing to on the donkey.
I told you,
it all starts with the donkey.
Takes one to know one.
Come here for a second.
What?
-Stand here.
Come here.
What's your problem, Bekhor?
-Come on.
You haven't touched the salad.
-Look how much food you made.
Okay, but just taste it.
Taste, eat, eat some more.
-Yeah.
Look how much you put on my plate.
You never tasted it before.
Hey, good morning, Mom.
-Good morning, Mom.
Good morning, Mom.
So there aren't any rules
in this house anymore?
Are you guys trying to kill me?
Did you sleep here?
Mom, of course not.
Then tell the neighbors too.
You're always going out,
coming home after midnight. What is this?
I give you a finger,
you take the whole hand?
Melika, I just came to...
Molly is just a good girl,
from a good home,
she's a Bukharian girl.
You have to respect our customs, Guy,
you can't ruin her.
Mom, that's no way to talk to him.
That's no way to treat you.
You have to obey our rules.
You want Molly?
-Yes, I want Molly.
Really?
-Yes.
Good, them come over
with your parents.
Molly isn't a stray dog.
Come and ask
for her hand in marriage. -Mom.
Be quiet.
-What's with you? -Be quiet!
Okay, let's say
I want to ask for her hand.
Guy.
-What?
Come here with your parents
and we'll do Shirini-khori.
What?
When you eat the sugar.
-Okay. And that's it?
Yes, then you'll be engaged.
Mom!
Of course,
you have to ask the bride.
No one's forcing her.
Just a little push.
Guy, if you're not serious,
let's just drop it.
You'll go and someone
more serious will come along.
I'm going.
Molly, you coming?
Molly, if you leave with him now,
never come back here.
I'll disown you.
A nice Bukharian girl doesn't act like this.
Mom, we're going to work.
Work is...
Come straight home after work.
Don't worry, Melika,
I'll bring her home.
Really?
-Straight home.
Thank you.
The coffee and sugar are here.
This is the microwave and this is
where we keep the Xanax and Ritalin.
Depending on how you feel.
I don't...
I don't need that stuff.
We'll see about that.
And don't you dare make coffee
for anyone.
They see a woman
and start imagining a hot water dispenser.
You didn't go
to law school for that.
Elina, come on,
we're starting.
This is Adir, he's actually one
of the guys who'll offer you coffee.
Hi, I'm Esti.
Coffee?
-No thanks.
Esther, the new intern.
Does she know what she's getting into?
-She'll find out.
She's not afraid.
She grew up in Tel Kabir.
There you go.
Come on, let's go.
-I'll be right there.
Bye.
So, Esther?
Esti.
Speaking of Tel Kabir,
you should join the case I'm working on.
The residents of south Tel Aviv
vs. the municipality. -I'd love to.
It's very close to my heart,
they're destroying our neighborhood.
That's great, but we're
representing the municipality.
It's interesting in any case.
Well...
we're going out for a drink after work,
join us if you'd like.
That was fast...
Besides the fact that
I'm in a relationship, I...
No, no, no...
-I'd prefer...
I'm going out with my team.
All I need is a sexual
harassment suit on my ass.
But it's okay.
We're lawyers,
there's no telling what we're aiming for.
On Karl Marx Street, turn right.
Again with that Karl Marx?
It's okay, this is the street.
How do you know?
I'm telling you,
they changed all the street names.
Hello, dear brother.
Where is Karl Marx Street?
This used to be Karl Marx Street.
-This one? -Yes.
And what happened?
-They changed it to Levi Babakhanov.
I told you, it's here.
Thank you, brother.
-You're welcome.
Good for you.
I have many memories from Bukhara,
the memories I have left
of my husband.
A family portrait is hanging
on the wall in my home,
a clock that plays beautiful music
every 15 minutes
and evokes in my heart
the good memory of my husband
and 60 years ago
he bought two chandeliers.
I brought one of them with me
to Israel
and I left the other one hanging
in our home in Bukhara.
Welcome, have a wonderful time
Enjoy our bounty, welcome
Enjoy the apples, figs
and pomegranates, welcome
White walls, brown door.
They're all white walls
and brown doors.
Bekhor,
we'll go into every house
until we find it.
What about this one?
Okay, let's start from here.
She said a brown door, didn't she?
-Yeah, let's start here.
I'll knock.
Bekhor.
Grandma's chandelier,
it's the same chandelier.
She said she left one here.
-No way.
I'll go in to talk to them.
-Wait.
What are you gonna say?
Hello, we've come
from Israel to dig
our grandma's ancient Torah
out of your wall.
Something like that.
Grandma always says that
Uzbeks are kind, hospitable people.
What am I?
A guest.
Have I ever let you down?
-No.
Have I ever let you down?
Yes.
This isn't the time for that.
Good luck.
Wait, let me shoot this.
Don't knock, just go in.
What do you want?
Hello.
I'm your friend.
My name is Hai.
I'd like to greet you.
Many years ago
my late grandfather lived in this house,
and so did my grandmother,
right here.
Nice to meet you.
But I don't give a rat's ass
about this information, understand?
Wait, please.
I came all the way from Israel
to see this house.
Did you see it?
The house, did you see it?
Do you want to make it back
to Israel alive? -Yes.
Then go away,
or must I show you the way? -No, no.
I'm sick of these Jews,
every day it's someone else!
One says Grandma,
one says Grandpa,
one says mother-in-law...
Motherfucker.
Come on, let's go eat.
You go ahead, I can't,
I'm in the middle of something.
Then finish up,
I'll wait for you.
No, it's okay.
It'll take a while.
Let me see.
-What's your problem?
You go ahead, I'm not hungry.
Okay.
Oh no,
not the sad dolphin face.
What's going on?
My mom is driving me crazy.
-Okay.
But I told you, I don't get
too worked up about her.
She doesn't scare me.
But she's serious,
you don't understand.
If she wants a wedding,
she'll get a wedding.
Is that supposed to be a proposal?
An unofficial request,
because I don't have a ring yet.
Stop fooling around,
just leave me alone.
Why is it so hard to believe?
Because it came a minute
after my mom was nagging you.
Then should I propose in a week?
Nothing will change.
I love you.
Then do it right.
Okay, you're right.
Done. Trust me.
Now can we go to eat?
Come here.
First course.
-What can I get you?
Nothing, I'm not hungry.
-Come on, what can I get you?
I don't know, a salad.
-That's it?
Yes, a salad and some chicken.
A salad and some chicken.
-Yes. -That's it?
And some plain white rice.
-Salad, chicken, rice. -Yes.
Okay, cool.
-And some potatoes.
Potatoes.
-Yes.
And mushrooms.
I'll just get you a jumbo burrito.
Where are all the women here?
At a different restaurant?
Yeah, at Starbucks.
In the kitchen, at home with the kids,
cooking, cleaning.
Women.
And they like it.
Your dream, Hai honey.
My dream is to eat,
I'm starving.
Oh my god, look at this food.
Wow, this is good.
Is this soup?
How did you figure that out?
And this is oshpalo.
-Wow.
Bon appetit.
-Thank you.
No, no, thank you,
we don't need...
What's your problem?
Bring it on.
-This is samsa.
Are you guys nuts?
This is nothing.
-Look at all this food. It's unnecessary.
What's unnecessary?
It's all good,
this will only cost...
How much, 80.000?
That's like ten bucks.
-Wow.
Nine.
Hai, it's not about the money,
it's barbarian.
Did she say bar?
Dear brother, a bottle of vodka, please.
Thank you.
Vodka?
Now, at noon?
That's considered late here.
So we're getting drunk now?
-No.
We're relaxing.
You're getting drunk.
I'm relaxed.
You need to get drunk.
Kids, don't fight. Cheers.
Thank you. -Cheers.
-Oldik. -Cheers.
Oldik?
Exactly.
Maybe I should go
have a word with him.
Good idea.
He'll go crazy when he sees you,
with your blonde hair and green eyes.
He'll run to the basement
and get the Torah scroll himself.
Listen...
-Yeah.
He'll let you in and
look the door behind him.
Next time we see you,
you'll be like Snow White
with seven edgy Uzbek dwarfs.
No way,
we won't put you in danger.
Oldik.
-Oldik. -Oldik.
Cheers.
Thank you.
Oldik.
-Oldik. -Oldik.
Say, is that picture moving
or is my oldik really strong?
What is that?
It's 3D.
No, what is that place?
It's nice.
I think it's a holy site for Muslims...
Nice, nice.
Dear brother.
How much does this picture cost?
50.000.
-Is it for sale?
What do you need it for?
Give it to me, I'll buy it.
-He's buying it?
Listen to me.
Get some shovels and wait for me
by the Uzbek's house. Now!
What's going on?
Let us eat.
-Bring the picture.
But I'm hungry.
I think this is a great time
for some oldik.
But you're totally wasted.
-What?
Come on, Hai,
we said we'd go with the flow.
Yeah, but I don't feel like
scraping you off the pavement.
We didn't buy
this stuff for that.
It's nice here.
This typical Jewish home
is testimony to the fact that there was
once a large Jewish community in Bukhara.
This gate leads to the courtyard.
Hello, sir.
-Hello, young man.
How are you feeling?
-Fine, thank you.
You'll have to excuse me,
I'm busy.
I'm sorry.
So you work at the cemetery
and as a tour guide? Good for you.
I don't understand.
Do I know you?
Of course,
we met at the cemetery.
At the cemetery?
-Yes.
You found
my grandfather's grave for me.
No, no, you must
be mistaken, young man.
Now excuse me,
you're interrupting.
Where was I?
Oh, yes.
This is a typical house
from that period.
To be honest,
I grew up in this house.
Stop, stop, stop.
Now you're lying.
Don't believe him, because
my grandmother grew up in this house.
Heftzigul Oshrova.
How do you know her?
Now let's continue...
Let's continue our tour.
We will now go into the courtyard.
This is going to be
very interesting.
Excuse me, dear brother,
who lives in that house?
Obid. His sons moved away
and he was left all alone.
He goes to work, then comes back
to an empty home.
I see.
Thank you.
Come quick, come quick.
The old guy from the cemetery is here.
Not again...
No, now it all works out.
See for yourselves.
He grew up with Grandma.
He was right here.
Where...?
No...
He was right here,
I swear.
We believe you,
we believe you.
Okay, from now on,
I'm running things. Give me that.
Take this.
Wait for my sign
and go in after me, okay?
Hello.
I paid the electricity bill,
I paid the gas bill,
what else do you want?
Obid, don't you remember me?
-No.
How is that possible?
-Wait...
Where do I know you from?
I went to school with your son,
at Engels.
Engels?
-Yes.
With Oibek?
Yes, with dear Oibek.
It's me, Bakhtior.
You didn't recognize me? -Bakhtior?
We'd run around
and play here as kids. -Yes.
You'd run after us with a broom
and shoo us away.
Where is Oibek?
-He's gone.
Why?
He left.
-Where to? -America. -Wow.
United States of America..
Too bad. -Yes.
-I came all the way to see him.
And I brought him
some nice gifts.
And these are for you.
Well, I'll be going,
I'll see you some other time.
But Oibek is my son
so you're like a son to me too.
Where are you going?
Come inside. Bring the gifts.
-Yes, this is for you.
Come in.
Just take your shoes off.
Of course.
-What a great day this turned out to be.
Bakhtior, I can't believe it,
my son's friend
comes to visit me
and brings gifts...
Come on in,
make yourself at home.
You really surprised me.
I haven't had guests in a long time.
-Compare this to Tel Kabir...
And now you're here,
this is fantastic!
Compare this to Tel Kabir...
This calls for a celebration.
And you brought me such nice vodka,
good for you.
What are you doing?
Chill.
-It's not funny, it's dangerous.
How romantic.
Hai Shem-Tov,
are you trying to seduce me?
Oh no...
What's the big deal?
You don't have to shout.
Wow, what's that?
I have to take a picture of this.
Hai.
Hai! -Seriously?
You're taking a selfie now?
Quiet!
Must be Rachel.
Since when does Rachel knock?
Guy, what are you doing here?
You can't sleep here.
Did she invite you? Molly!
No, no, no, Melika,
it's okay.
I'm here with my parents,
as is the custom in Bukhara,
to ask for Molly's hand in marriage,
by the book.
What book?
-The Bukharians'.
Abo, Abo, Abo.
Come in.
Please, come in.
-Welcome.
We apologize if this isn't a good time,
we can come back another time.
No, it's fine.
You're already here with the boy,
the father, the book. Come on in.
We'll come back in a little while.
-No, coffee.
Sit, we'll be right back.
Dear in-laws, welcome
Welcome
Come on!
May there be many more weddings
And happy occasions
Oh no, you made so much.
No, it's nothing for us.
May there be many more weddings...
Dear in-laws, welcome
May there be many more weddings
and happy occasions...
Cheers.
-Cheers.
As the Uzbeks say, oldik!
Overdik!
Come, to the table.
Melika makes everything herself.
Really?
-With Molly, of course.
Please come to the table,
dear in-laws.
What is this?
Isn't this what you wanted?
Wait, wait.
Let's surprise him.
-Surprise who?
I'll call him in New York, right now.
-No, no, that's okay.
Why not?
-It's 3 a.m. in New York.
We'll call later, okay?
-You're right.
Cheers.
-Cheers.
The Torah scroll is supposed to be
in the wall facing the west.
Have any idea
which way is west?
Where the sea is.
There is no sea in Bukhara.
Want a bite?
No, not now.
What?
Nothing.
Just looking.
You hear that?
Sounds hollow.
There may be something here.
What are you doing?!
Calm down.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
This is what we came for.
Move aside.
Nice.
Good.
Sweetheart, more cilantro.
Okay, Mom.
-Lots of cilantro.
Okay, okay.
-The dushbere is no good without...
What have you done?
-What have I done? What have you done?
Who needed all this fuss anyway?
But he's here, with his parents,
and everyone's happy.
But not like this, Mom.
-Like how?
By pressuring him.
Why not wait for it to come from him?
But he came with his parents.
Yes, it's all my doing,
I told him he had to decide,
but he's the one who decided,
not me.
But what if I don't want to, Mom?
What if I'm not ready?
Sweetheart, you're my daughter,
I love you,
and I'm telling you,
even though he's Ashkenazi
and not Bukharian, he's good for you,
but if you don't want to get married,
I'll tell his parents to leave.
That's it, no wedding.
I'll do whatever you decide.
May you always stand proud
and may your strong body
never break.
And may only beautiful guests
come through your door, like me.
God willing.
Cheers.
God willing,
may your oldik get bigger.
Are we having fun?
We're having fun!
Wow, I'm having so much fun with you.
Doire?
-Doire, come on.
You and me
are having fun today...
We are digging into your wall today,
having fun...
Dig quietly, having fun...
May we have many happy occasions
where we can have fun...
Happy occasions are a blessing
Stop.
-Having fun...
Stop!
What is this?
You are a guest,
my son's friend.
You came from far away
and there's nothing
on the table but vodka.
You're right.
-Where are the snacks?
We need snacks.
-We sure do.
Now I'll...
-Go get some.
I'll go down to the basement.
I have such delicious snacks,
you'll be licking your fingers.
I'll be back in five minutes
with the snacks.
No, no, Obid, my brother.
Don't bother.
I can't eat when I drink vodka.
I have to drink it straight.
Doctor's orders.
What a lousy doctor.
By us, we say:
We must respect a guest
like we respect our father.
You are my guest,
so I'm going down to the basement
to get some snacks.
That's it.
Obid, please, I'm full.
-It's no bother.
We ate at the tea house, I'm full.
It's no problem.
-But I ate and drank, I'm full.
No need, dear brother.
-Five minutes.
Don't worry.
-Obid, my brother!
You're my guest,
I have to serve you something.
Who drinks vodka without snacks?
It's a must!
I'll be right back...
Right back...
Are you okay?
Yes, yes, it's my basement.
I'll be right back.
Here comes the honorable groom...
I wasn't at home,
I didn't know!
There's a wedding, my dear!
Knock on wood.
Sit down and be quiet.
I'm sorry.
Welcome to the home
of my son-in-law and daughter.
Welcome to the home
of my dear son-in-law and daughter.
May they always
lay their heads on the same pillow
and put their heads through
the same collar.
May they always lay their heads
on the same pillow
and put their heads
through the same collar.
May they have grandkids,
great-grandkids and great-great-grandkids.
Grandkids, great-grandkids, etc.
My dear mother-in-law,
they don't understand in any case.
Thank you.
Good health to you. Now sit down.
I understand that Molly and Guy
are engaged now. -Not yet.
Melika.
Rachel.
Say it out loud.
The bride's nice parents
would like to give the groom
a gold watch, that doesn't work,
an antique.
The battery's an antique too.
The bride's grandmother would like
to offer this necklace.
We say,
from Grandma to Grandma.
From Grandma to Grandma.
And all this too.
Daddy offers this wholeheartedly.
Bless this beautiful girl's soul.
That's it? Now we can say
they're officially engaged.
No.
Now it's your turn.
You have to give something.
To the bride.
We didn't know,
I'm sorry.
It's okay, whatever you have.
Be natural.
We'll buy something and bring it.
They didn't bring you anything?
-They brought, they brought.
My pearls?
Are you crazy?
Yes, that's good.
Nice. That's fine.
-Okay. -Here it is.
Thank you.
The groom's mother
is giving a pearl necklace.
And earrings.
These?
-Yes.
They're diamonds,
from my grandmother, I'm not...
Even better,
from Grandma to Grandma.
Diamond earrings. -Nice.
-Here you go. -Earrings.
Rings.
This is my engagement ring.
A diamond ring too.
I got married and didn't get anything
from my husband.
Now the father's groom
gives the groom a gift.
Give him the Rolex,
I got it for your 50th birthday.
Just give it to him.
The father's groom gave
the groom a Rolex watch
with no diamonds.
Just a regular Rolex.
Is that it?
Can we say we're done?
Yes, but first
we have the Shirini-khori ceremony.
Gesundheit.
No, it's the engagement ceremony.
We all have to eat sugar.
No, no, no.
-Yes.
Stick it in her mouth, she won't die.
-We don't eat sugar.
Dov is diabetic,
so I don't eat any either.
A little sugar never killed anyone.
For good luck.
Open, eat, swallow.
Here.
Congratulations.
-Mazel Tov.
What's wrong?
That's it?
Now they're engaged?
Not yet!
Hey.
I think I may have
put the cart before the horse.
Or is it the horse before the cart?
The cart before the horse.
You may not even
want to be with me.
You may not even
want to marry me.
You think?
Then why didn't you eat the sugar?
I don't know.
Everything happened so fast,
and it's all my mom's fault.
I'm not with you because of your mom.
-I know.
But if she hadn't said anything,
you wouldn't have proposed.
Then I would've proposed
in a month, who cares?
I know it's you.
But there are lots of things
you don't know about me.
Okay. Like what?
Well?
Like that I snore.
Me too.
And that when I get up in the morning
I don't like to talk.
Then we'll talk at noon.
What else?
Look at me, sweetie.
You're my happiness.
Yes, Melika is pressuring us and
you people have countless pagan ceremonies,
but it's a low price to pay
for my happiness, isn't it?
You really love me, huh?
How do you say
"Will you marry me?" in Bukharian?
Yes.
Okay.
Yes!
Cheers.
-Cheers.
Oh, Bukhara,
my dear soul, Bukhara...
Okay, one more.
Come on, pour us some more!
No.
-It's kosher!
Kosher!
Today they are taking you, Nozanin
To the groom's house, Nozanin...
Happy occasions are a blessing...
Thanks for doing this with me.
Of course.
Want to rest?
Are you tired?
I dig what you're saying,
but could you keep digging?
I'm hilarious.
What is this?
There's something here.
Oh my god.
Shit.
It's a Torah scroll.
"This Torah scroll
"was donated for the elevation of
Mrs. Heftziba daughter of Malka,
"by her son, Hai Ishan HaCohen.
"The 9th of Sivan, 1910."
Oh my god,
I have goosebumps.
I gotta get out of here.
What's wrong?
He locked the door
from outside.