Disobedience Page #2

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in this context, the highest.

"See, you are fair,

my love,

"you are fair,

"your eyes are doves.

"See, you are handsome,

my beloved, yea, pleasing,

"and our bed is verdant."

Could I have a piece

of apple strudel?

And, um, also,

could I get one of these?

The Linzer biscuit, yeah.

- Linzer biscuit?

- Yeah.

- Thanks very much.

- Thank you.

Do you have shoes?

Yeah, okay.

Candles...

What? Is it wrong?

It's only Uncle Hartog.

No, and Rabbi

and Rebbetzin Goldfarb.

He still invited me?

No, I have invited you.

- Come on.

- Okay.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay.

- Good Shabbos.

- Good Shabbos.

Good Shabbos.

Good Shabbos.

- Amen

- OTHERS:
Amen.

We understood it

the first time,

you don't have

to explain it.

She always

overexplains a joke.

That's the trouble.

- He never lets it go.

- Hard to get by with such a Jewish name.

Every day he mentions his name.

It's unbelievable.

What kind of

a name is "Andy"?

He's got nothing else to say

about him except his name.

What? No, I have something else to say.

He's a nebbish.

- Yeah, that's the other thing.

- I'm sorry, I love my son.

This is his

own father talking.

- Yeah, what do you think?

- I love him.

So our youngest, Basha,

just had her second boy.

And they named him Daniel, for my father.

Ah, mazel tov.

They live in Australia.

It's too far.

Melbourne.

Thirty-seven grandchildren!

- Mazel tov.

- Not bad.

We saw your photos

in a magazine.

It was the pictures of the

twins that you showed us.

But they

called you Ronnie Curtis?

That's my

professional name.

What was wrong with

your real name, Krushka?

You should be proud of it.

Artists change

their names sometimes,

- don't they, Moshe?

- That's right, Fruma.

Women change

their names every day.

They take their

husband's names

and their own

history is gone.

Don't they?

I wouldn't talk

about "gone."

Not gone.

Yes, they do.

Ronit,

you look so like

your mother.

Oh, don't start!

Hasn't she got Leah's eyes,

don't you think, Moshe?

Yeah, she's got

beautiful eyes.

- Oh, she's a beauty.

- Uncle...

Your dear sister

was taken far too soon.

And now the Rav.

This must be a terrible

shock for you, Ronit.

You're away, it's a shock.

Of course it is.

We never thought

we'd see you again.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Ronit...

- More coffee?

- Oh, no. No thanks.

I'd love to talk to you about the house,

though, at some point, Uncle.

Yeah, sorry.

Come to the office.

- We'll talk about it there.

- All right.

You know, you must take your

mother's candlesticks, Ronit.

From the house.

Yes, of course, and then

- you must give them to your children.

- Oh, I don't want children.

I'm not having children.

You keep them and then

you pass them on.

Yes. Yes. I want

to sell the house, Uncle.

Do you think you can help me to sell it?

No, please.

- Not now.

- I'm gonna need some help, though.

- Yes, but not... Ronit...

- Sorry.

How old were you, Dovid,

when the Rav took

you in and taught you?

Thirteen, was it?

Mmm... Yeah.

Twelve, thirteen.

Dovid has been

doing great work.

Wonderful work.

Wonderful work.

A lot has changed

since you were here.

There's a lot of problems.

Housing, and jobs...

The youth.

Even an incident with drugs.

Perhaps people should stop

having so many children.

It's nothing we

cannot deal with.

And you're not married.

You must find

someone, Ronit.

- It's not funny growing old alone.

- Oh, well I'm rarely alone.

I've got wonderful friends.

I expect you have lots of fun.

But that will pass.

But being married, well,

that's the way

it should be.

Oh, is it?

The way it should be?

Or is it just

institutional obligation?

Now, Ronit,

stop right there.

I mean, Uncle,

let's just say

I stayed here

for one more year.

Let's think about this,

okay, right?

I would be

married off to whoever

and then, after ten years

in some loveless marriage

I might have ended up

killing myself.

Or I would've felt

like killing myself.

I am really jetlagged,

so I think I should...

I'm gonna hit the road.

And, I'll see you both

back at the house.

It was great to see you,

Rabbi, Rebbetzin, Fruma.

Happy Shabbos, darling.

Uncle,

thank you for dinner.

- I'll see you guys...

- Why don't you walk her home,

- and I'll catch up.

- Okay.

Sorry.

Thank you,

it was delicious.

- Good Shabbos.

- Good Shabbos.

Ronit.

Hmm.

Why is Rebbetzin

Goldfarb so mean?

She has a good life.

What does she want?

Mmm.

What does anybody want?

What do you really want?

Do you know what you really want?

Yes, I do. I do know.

I want my dad to know

that I loved him.

Do you think

he knew that?

Yes, yes, he did.

He had to know.

I'm so sorry,

so sorry, Ronit.

The Rav...

You've lost your father.

It goes well, actually.

It's lovely, yeah.

I don't normally wear such a bright color.

It's really good.

It goes with the tempo.

It looks beautiful.

- So if you want to just...

- You can just...

- He's ready for you now.

- Thanks.

Um, the wig...

- Uh, Ronit, hello.

- Hello.

- Let's go upstairs, shall we?

- Okay.

Come in.

Have a seat, please.

Ronit...

I've gone frum!

Please don't joke. Hmm?

So...

These are the keys for you to

gather any personal possessions.

A lot of keys.

Hmm.

Would you help me sell it?

Clause three.

"Last will and testament

of Rav Shlomo Krushka."

Rav Krushka, bless his memory,

left the house

and everything in it

to the synagogue.

- I'm sorry if that's a shock.

- No.

It's just a house.

A father should have a child to

look after him in his final hours.

I didn't know

that he was ill.

How could you know

when you're not here?

You were all he had left.

I know.

It must be very

painful for you

not to receive

the Rav's forgiveness.

Hello, Mrs. Kuperman!

- Hello, Shmuli!

- Hello.

- Rivkah, hi.

- Hello, Esti.

- You look great.

- Oh, thank you!

- Is everyone okay?

- Yeah, we're good. We're good!

- Good, good.

- And, and,

all the help, Esti,

it was very appreciated.

Of course.

Hi, Shayna. Hi!

Oh, so sweet.

I saw Ronit just now.

Oh...

- Where?

- She was just walking down the street.

She hasn't changed,

has she?

No...

She hasn't.

Oh, okay.

- See you later.

- Bye, bye.

- Bye.

- Bye, Mrs. Kuperman.

There, there.

There, there.

Ronit?

Uh... You're

wearing a wig.

No.

Here. Here, let me.

There you go.

Thank you.

I'm sorry

it's such a mess. I...

Your uncle said he was taking

care of everything, and...

He didn't want us

to touch anything

before they

take it away.

Hmm.

He left it all

to the synagogue.

Mmm-hmm.

Would you really want it?

Financial freedom? No.

That would be

far too easy.

Would've been nice, though,

if he'd just mentioned me in his will.

Left me a pipe.

I know.

I'm not gonna go

to the Hesped.

- What?

- There's no point in my being here.

I'm gonna change

my ticket.

But...

Mmm.

You know, what really gets me

is I never took his portrait.

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