A Price Above Rubies Page #6

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- At home.

- At home?

- Now we're getting somewhere.

- Where exactly is it that we're getting?

- Well, is clear...

that you've been neglecting

your relationship with the Almighty...

- which, in psychological terms,

is translated into behavior...

- I thought...

I thought that you said

he was going to be impartial.

Whose side is he taking?

I don't see.

He's taking Gos side, Mendel.

Thas whose side he's taking.

You can't choose sides

with the Lord, Mrs. Horowitz.

You don't tell me

what I can and can't do.

I'm gonna pick whatever side I want.

And if God happens to be

on the other end...

well thas just the way

is gonna be.

Sonia, sometimes the way you talk,

I mean, don't you fear God?

I'm tired of being afraid.

If I'm so offensive

in His eyes...

then let Him do

what He wants to me.

- I really don't care anymore.

- How can you be so blind?

Don't you see the kind of suffering

that you're asking for?

Mendel, my learned husband...

we don't suffer because we ask for it.

We suffer because

thas just the way it is.

There is no reason for it.

And if there is,

then is certainly something...

that neither you nor you

knows anything about.

We bring suffering on ourselves,

Mrs. Horowitz, when we sin against God.

Really.

And my, my aunts and uncles?

And all their children...

who were marched into

the gas chambers at Treblinka?

My Aunt Chani who watched her son...

tortured in front of her eyes?

What the hell did they do

to deserve that?

And Yossi.

He was only ten years old.

What did he do?

We don't question

the ways of God, Mrs. Horowitz.

- We just...

- No!

You don't question...

Dr. Rabbi.

I'm gonna question

whatever I want to.

But since I'm not likely

to find any answers here...

Is Sender home?

- Mendel, are you all right?

- Is my brother home?

Yes, of course.

He's in his study.

Why don't you wait right over here?

I'll go get him.

Shah!

Everyone to your rooms.

On the double. Double time.

March. Les go, les go.

Why?

Why what?

Why is this happening to me?

Whas happening, Mendel?

Sonia's gone crazy.

- What do you mean "crazy"?

- She's running around

like a meshuggener thing.

Such things, I don't know

where she gets them from.

About God. About...

I don't know. I-I, I don't know

what she's talking about.

She just sounds a little wound up.

I'm sure she'll calm down soon.

What have I done?

What have I done wrong?

Nothing.

- You're a tzaddik, Mendel.

- Then why is this happening to me?

Because you've never

done anything wrong.

Sender...

I don't know what to do.

Please.

Help me.

This is an excellent

representative selection...

of the designer's skill

and versatility, Mr. Berman.

Is a little confusing.

I mean, to someone with a smidgen of

taste, this work might border on kitsch.

But there's a purity

to the classical influences.

And a boldness to the modern flourishes

that totally belies that.

It also enhances

the appearance of the wearer...

without drawing

undue attention to itself.

I apologize for lack

of a better model.

Uh, but with some imagination,

I'm sure that you'll see...

- a world of possibilities.

- Yes. And without as much imagination...

as you might think.

Uh, here's an example...

of the designer's work

in fine metals.

Is 22-carat gold, hand-carved,

one-of-a-kind, with an open setting...

for a gemstone.

The perfection of this piece is clear,

even to the naked eye.

If you can bear to part

with these samples, I'd like

to show them to my partners.

- Of course.

- I'd also like yourself and Mr...

- Garcia. Ramon Garcia.

- Yes.

I'd like you to meet

my manufacturer.

He's in town every Thursday.

We can make an appointment...

- in a couple of weeks.

- This week.

This week would be best.

I'll see what I can do.

I'll just...

hold on to this piece.

Is one of a kind,

and I'm sure they'll be able to see...

what they need to see

from the rest of the selection.

Damn!

Can you believe this?

She bugged out on me.

I can't find anybody to replace her.

I'm getting it.

Is nice.

Nice?

- You hear that, Ty? You look nice.

- Yo, leave her alone, Ray.

- You're embarrassing her.

- The sculpture...

The sculpture looks nice.

Don't ask.

Whas all this?

Gold chachkes.

Junk.

I can see that.

Why is it all over my table?

You can melt it all down

and start to work on some pieces...

- to augment your portfolio.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got a job. A real f***in' job

to hold on to. I told you.

- This is all just a hobby.

- You seem to be working on it

awfully hard for just a hobby.

Hey! Who are you, lady?

I mean, I just met you.

And you come busting in here

like your ass is on fire,

telling me how to live my life?

Is this how you want to go on?

Wasting your talent?

Working for some cheap

junk macher day in, day out...

just so you can hold on to,

what, some lousy job?

I don't know where you come from.

But around here, thas a hell

of a lot more than most people got.

So don't go laughing it off

like it ain't sh*t, all right?

This shis gettin' too deep

for my shiverin' ass.

- I'm gonna leave you...

- Yo, stay right there. We not done yet.

Ramon, you're an artist.

I just wanna help you.

Do you wanna help me?

Come here. Come over here.

- What?

- Come here.

Oh, no. No, Ramon.

- No, come on.

Just so I can get this angle, okay?

- Ramon.

- Come on.

- I, I shouldn't be so close.

No. Hey, is okay.

You know?

- It isn't really you.

- Ramon.

Just use your imagination, okay?

This is art. Remember?

This is the Garden of Eden.

Right? There's no shame here.

This is Adam, and you're Eve.

- And I suppose that makes you the snake?

- The devil in disguise.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Snake.

I hate to tell you, but this Eve

is keeping her clothes on.

- No, no, is okay.

Just put your hand like this.

- No.

- Come on, Ray...

- Put it right there. All right?

No!

Smooth, homes.

Sonia. Sonia!

I can't believe

I did that to you, man.

Just, uh...

You f***in' scared me, all right?

My father used to say that a jeweler's

work is the expression of his soul.

Your work is beautiful, Ramon.

But whas the point

if nobody's going to know about it?

You'll know.

Seems like you had

a wise old man.

I never knew mine.

My mother, she' ain't got nobody in this

whole world but me and Jesus Christ.

And He don't seem to be makin'

no grocery runs these days.

Know what I'm sayin'?

How do I know you're gonna

come through for me?

You don't.

But thas life, isn't it?

Just give me a little time.

I'm running out of time.

Mendel?

The locks to my house

have been changed.

Your house? You've hardly set foot

in that door for months.

- Now suddenly is your house.

- Where's Shimmie?

He's sleeping.

- Don't get between me and my baby.

- Your baby.

You've hardly seen hide nor hair of him

for months. Now suddenly he's your baby.

- You sound like a broken record, Rachel.

- Sit down!

Um, ladies,

I think it might be a good idea...

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