All language subtitles for Shtisel S03E08

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Sitting there in her studio,

like a high priestess in the Temple.

And she talks about music.

Her words themselves are music.

This putz is sitting there, the editor.

He doesn't let her speak.

So I said to him,

"Listen up, we know
you're musically illiterate,

so don't give her a hard time,
you pisher, sit down and listen."

That's what you said?

No more, no less?

And what did he say?

What could he say? He kept his mouth shut.

Damn evil people.

Nuchem, an omelet with cumin!

Just like mother's, bless her memory.

What do you know, Shulem?

It's not the cumin,
the margarine makes the difference.

Thank you, Shulem. I'm grateful.

I am very grateful.

She is some woman.

I was in hell

and she pulled me out like an angel.

Swoosh!

Now I'm in heaven.

You're lucky.

Very lucky.

She's a broadcaster.

She's rich.

What more does a man need?

Rich? I wouldn't say that.

What?

A woman of substance.

Substance... what substance?

Hold on.

Didn't she tell you she won the lottery?

That?

Sure, of course, she told me.

Some story, right?

It's a four-room apartment.
Fit to raise a child.

The child has her own room.
It's obvious she lacks for nothing.

The apartment is clean and tidy.

And having talked to the father
and his wife,

they are sensitive people
who have a close relationship.

I have no doubt that the sad occurrence
was a one-time incident.

So my recommendation
is that the committee change the status

and close the welfare case.

- Thank you, Orly.
- You're welcome.

Congratulations. Go home to your lives.

Raise your child with love and joy.

Custody will be restored to the father.

No more inspections by social workers.

- I think I'm going to cry.
- It's alright.

Or throw up, I don't know.

I was so uneasy.

It wore heavy on my soul, my life.

- This pressure, like some iron...
- Take it easy, breathe.

I can't even begin to thank you, Racheli.

No need. I couldn't do anything else.

I have to thank you just for that.

You saved me.

You saved us.

My pleasure. I mean it.

Are you going home?

Yes. I'll take Dvoraleh to nursery.

Then I'll get some rest. You?

I'll go home too.

Akiva, we should schedule a day
to go to the Rabbinate.

For the divorce.

Yes, of course.

I mean, if that's what you want.

Yes. Now that everything
has worked out fine...

I'll schedule and let you know.

Racheli.

Is it alright if I paint you before that?

Sit comfortably.

Loosen up.

Just move a bit to the left.

- Left?
- Yes.

That's it.

Exactly.

Don't move.

Not even one millimeter.

Akiva, may I?

What?

Please.

Are you alright?

Yes.

It's just...

I'm sorry, Racheli.

It can't be helped.

You can't force yourself.

It's not because...

...of what you have.

It's me.

It doesn't really matter, does it?

I'm going to lie down in my room.

You can stay or leave.

It's up to you, Akiva.

Let's go home, okay?

- Ready?
- And steady.

Here you go, Mademoiselle.

The chef's steak, red tuna
in red wine sauce and thyme.

Ooh la la! You really can cook.

I thought you're making it up.

- I'm a "mavin." Do you know what it is?
- An expert?

A person making up things he knows about.

Thank you.

Let's eat, before it gets cold.

"Blessed are You, by Whose word
all comes into being."

Amen.

This is excellent.

I never thought that tuna
could be so delicious.

Enjoy.

Listen, Nechamaleh.

I have this fly in my head.

A fly?

My brother, Shulem, that goon sitting
in his office running the whole world,

he told me, by the by,
that you won the lottery.

- Is it true?
- Yes, it's true.

- Didn't we talk about this?
- No.

To be honest,
someone else would be offended.

You know what I mean?

I'm sorry, Nachum.
I didn't mean to keep it from you.

- I'm just trying to ignore it.
- Ignore it?

I don't know what to do with it.

The check is still in my purse.
I didn't cash it in.

Really?

But... how much is it?

Three million.

- Three million?
- I didn't tell anyone.

Except Shulem.

No, I didn't tell Shulem,
that was Issachar. Never mind.

You see, Nachum, I'm...

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that too much money
will ruin my life.

But three million isn't too much.
That's exactly what we need.

What are we lacking?

Money that falls in your lap
can be detrimental.

Still.

You know how many
hungry children there are out there?

Why leave it to the national lottery?
To the Zionists? Damn evil people.

At first I thought of donating
the money to Shulem's school.

- But I didn't.
- Shulem's school?

That's... an idea.

Yes, it is an idea.

Maybe that's what I should do.

Do you know what my mother
would have said?

"Take while giving. Run while beating".

Cheers, Nechameleh.

To you.

To having saved my life.

Cheers, my Nachum.

Ultimately my mother, sister and grandma
all bought Wedding lanterns.

So now we have six Wedding lanterns!

- Six Wedding lanterns?
- Six Wedding lanterns.

So my mother had an amazing idea,

that we donate them to charity
after the wedding.

Nice, right?

Yes, nice. That's an idea.

Yosa'le?

What are you thinking?

Sometimes I really want
to be in your head.

To see all your thoughts.

I wouldn't recommend it.

Tell me what you're thinking
at this very moment.

I don't know, unimportant thoughts.

Tell me anyway.

Do you remember...

...when I told you
about the first meeting I had?

Yes.

That I met someone else,
whose name is Shira too.

Okay.

I'm thinking about her.

I think about her every day.

Every hour.

I'm sorry, Shira.

It's the truth.
I can't hide it from you anymore.

You listen to me good.
I've had it up to here!

Enough!

I will never have anything to do
with someone called Shtisel,

who was called Shtisel,
or will be called Shtisel!

I have my limits too! Goodbye!

You met her again?

At the Wailing Wall.

By chance.

It was Divine Providence.
I prayed that we'd meet.

I prayed and I met her.

But why didn't you tell us, Yosa'le?

Why? Think about it, Dad.

Think about what you didn't tell me.

What we didn't tell...

- It's not that simple, Yosa'le.
- It's very simple, Dad.

You said you didn't find her.

Alright, fine, that's in the past.

Now, what do you want to do?

What I always wanted. I want to marry her.

Shira Levi, the first Shira I met.

Call your bride now and apologize.

Giti, wait, it's not that simple.

Go on, call her right now.

I'm not calling her.

What's with you, Yosa'le?

- It's like I don't know you.
- Calm down, it's not that simple.

It seems they're seeing each other.

Who's seeing who?

- He met her a few times.
- Who?

The first Shira, Shira Levi.

Let me get this straight.

You, a Yeshiva student, a future groom...

met with another girl?

That's unheard of.

Giti, please. Sit down, breathe.

Let's talk about this calmly.

Maybe it's not as bad as you think...

- I want to marry her, Mom.
- Over my dead body!

- You hear me?
- Giti, Yosa'le, calm down!

What's with the language?

He'll marry her over my dead body.

I'm telling you,
if you marry that girl, I won't be there.

Not at your wedding, not at your home!

You hear me?
I will not let you ruin your life!

Giti, let's talk about this!

It was a few days before
the first Sidur ceremony.

I was your age, just five years old.

My mother, Grandma Giti,

didn't dress me in my Sabbath clothes
like the teacher wanted.

All the girls wore their Sabbath clothes,
and the photographer was taking pictures.

And I stood on the side
in my school uniform.

I started crying.

But then the teacher hugged me,

and whispered in my ear,

"Don't worry, Ruchami.

I'll ask one of the girls
to lend you her dress

so you can have your picture too."

That's what happened.

If you find that picture...

you'll see a little tear in my eye.

MY FIRST SIDUR CEREMONY

Happy birthday, my child.

Today is eight years
since you came into the world.

I'm sure that Dad wants to give you
a wonderful gift.

Well, I also have an idea
that you might like.

An instrument.

Music plays an important role
in our lives.

Sometimes...

Sweetheart, happy birthday.

It's your 12th birthday.

You're Bat Mitzvah now, not a child.

You're a young woman...

BAT MITZVAH

...whose every deed matters.

If at times you feel...

...that I am not with you...

...remember that your mom
is always with you.

...whose every deed matters...

If at times you feel...

that I am not with you...

...remember that your mom
is always with you.

Shtisel, I have one request.

Make the family reunion brief,

I promised Varda I'd be home early.

- Varda?
- Varda, my girlfriend.

You met her twice I think.

But why am I surprised?
That's how you people are.

- The ultra-Orthodox?
- No, artists.

- Take the key, lock up when you leave.
- Sure. Thank you, Kauffman.

Bye.

- Mama!
- What?

- Mama!
- Mama!

Yes, my angel, that's Mama.

Mama... Mama is always with us.

We know nothing at all.

Nothing.

It's well known.

Don't say that.
You're not old enough for that.

It's well known that I was born old.

Speaking of which, how are you?

You're supposed to be happy.

I'm supposed to be happy?

You and Dvoraleh
were delivered from Egypt.

Freed from the claws
of the Zionists, etcetera.

You should give thanks to the Almighty.

Yes, you're right.

I have some issues with Racheli.

- You haven't even started yet.
- And we won't, Dad.

We're going to the Rabbinate to divorce.

You're going to divorce?

Who? What?

- Who decided?
- We did. Together.

It's not working out.
But at least we saved Dvoraleh.

That's a great thing,
but why not stay together?

- Doesn't she want you?
- She does.

- And you?
- I do too, but...

So? You both want it!

Why are you sitting here
like a dried up radish,

that was forgotten in a box
at the greengrocer's, etcetera?

I'll be honest, Dad.

I like her.

A lot.

But I can't...

I'm thinking about Libbi all the time.

She feels it, you know?

She knows that when I'm looking at her.

- I see Libbi.
- I understand.

- Then why not marry Libbi?
- Dad...

She'll raise Dvoraleh so well, Libbi.

- She'll be a fine mother.
- Dad...

Don't you "Dad" me!

God sent you a fine woman.
A righteous woman who wants to help you.

She loves you. She loves your daughter.

And what do you do?

Nothing! Dreck with Charoset!

Even worse, dreck with dreck.
That's what you do!

You won the lottery.

Listen to me good, Kive,
you won the lottery.

If you don't collect your prize,
some pisher will come along,

I won't name names, and take it away.

What? What are you saying?

You must say goodbye to Libbi,
rest her soul,

and open the door to Racheli.

I tried, it didn't work.

Try again.

- I tried enough.
- There's no such thing.

There's only not enough.

And almost, and too bad
and an awful shame.

That's it.

My Libbi.

I am going to try
to create a new family, God willing.

Forgive me...

...for not coming to visit you anymore.

And...

...I ask of you, dear Libbi...

...visit me less.

I know you understand.

That's it.

See you again, some time.

Somewhere.

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Miss Yoktan!

What a surprise.

How can I help you?

Had you told me you're coming,
I would have prepared some...

Some what?

Some cup of tea... or coffee.

How about I make you some tea?

- I'll make you very sweet tea.
- No... really, don't bother.

Sit, I'll sit too.
I only came for a minute.

I have something for you.

For the school.

Seriously?

Yes.

On the one hand,
I don't want to use this money.

I feel that it will ruin my life.

Yes, sure.

I've heard that people...

People went crazy, killed themselves.
Poor souls.

Exactly, but not using the money
is no solution either.

So Nachum had an idea.

Nuchem and his ideas.

Exactly.

He suggested we donate
the money to your school.

He did?

And that was my plan to begin with.
So perhaps it's Divine Providence.

Very nice, for sure.

I'm delighted by my little brother too.

Truth is, the school
needs this money like air to breathe.

We'll have a beautiful ceremony
and invite you and Nuchem.

We'll honor you both.

No, there's no need. Thank you.

I would rather the donation
remained anonymous.

As you wish, Miss Yoktan.

That's why it's so nice.

There is no anonymous
when it comes to God.

He knows what everyone does
and what their reward is.

True.

Well.

Nuchem tells me...

you set a date for the wedding.

Yes, in two weeks.
A modest, symbolic event.

Symbolic is very nice, praise God.

As long as you're happy.

It really is with God's help
that you found one another.

Thank God. May it continue.

Exactly, may it continue.

That nothing happens to cause any regret,

God forbid.

By God's grace, the less said the better.

Yes.

Thank you for the donation, Miss Yoktan.

God will repay you kindly.

Goodbye, Shulem.

Absolutely.

All the best.

Here or there?
Where did we sit the first time?

Over here.

For sure.

- Why does the table even matter?
- The table doesn't matter.

But I want...

Our first meeting was from heaven
and it was so good.

Yet I let the world
confuse me and distort it.

I want to be at the same table,
the same place, the first meeting.

Take up where we left off.

Amen.

I wish.

Well, shall we drink to this?

Yes?

I'm not sure
my parents gave me enough money.

Don't worry, it's on me this time.

Yes, please.

What do you feel like?

A glass of beer?

Do you like beer?

I tasted it once,
and it was gross and bitter.

It's an acquired taste.

Drink it once or twice
and you start to like it.

Then I'll try it, for you.

- Okay, we'll have two beers then.
- Sure.

I'll pick out something good.

Do you know what I thought
after our first meeting?

Before or after you realized
that you met me by mistake?

After.

When I realized
there's no way of finding you.

I thought that if we lived forever,
maybe it wouldn't be so sad.

I would say to myself,
"Okay, I'll meet him sometime."

But we don't live forever.

Exactly.

That's why it's so painful,
we may never have met again.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So how did you get your parents to agree?

It's not that they didn't agree.

They were just...

fixated on the other match.

Mainly my mother.

- Truth is, she still...
- Still what?

What?

My mother is against this.

My father talked to the matchmaker.

Really?

She's against it?

For now, I hope that will change.

I didn't know.

Let's not talk about it, Shira.
Let's talk about something else.

How about telling me about your flies?

They're fine.

Flies... you know.

I understand.

Is this something we can discuss?

Alright, take care.

- Well?
- They won't have it.

What?

Why?

You shouldn't have said
that Mom is against it.

You don't say that to a girl.

Then what do we do?

- What?
- I'll try to talk to Mom.

Maybe she can't understand.

She might not know it.

Not know what?

This, love of this kind.

True love, unconditional love.

A true bond between a man and a woman.

Don't say that, Yosa'le.

Your mother knows many things
that you know nothing about.

Dad, please talk to her.

"He said to him, for this you weep?

And they wept together..."

A big welcome to you.

Now you're a millionaire.

You surprised even me, Nuchem.

Our school needs that money
like air to breathe.

But it's money, not air, praise God.

You know it's not the end.

What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

My financial situation sucks.
You know that.

I'll need you to give me
some of that money.

Aha...

What's with the "aha"?

I think we should share,
half for me, half for you.

"Half for God and half for you."

Half for your bank account, you mean.

Do me a favor, Shulem, don't preach me.

Does Nechama know about this?

Shulem... she doesn't have to know.

Make an effort.

For your brother.

No promises.

No.

I won't do it.

Shulem.

Oy vey, have you recited
the evening prayer?

I have.

- Why?
- I have to run.

I can't miss the last service.

It's 9:15, what are you on about?

Shulem.

Don't run away from me. Shulem!

Shulem...

YOKTAN

May I come in?

Shulem?

I know, I know.

You must be asking yourself
what's in the bag at this hour.

I'll tell you, cheesecake from Brizel.

If you never tasted it, it's very special.

That's not what I'm asking myself.

You know what they say?

If you haven't had Brizel cheesecake,
you never tasted Brizel cheesecake.

Shulem.

Tell me what I can do for you.

To be honest,
I think we made a mistake, Nechama.

We gave up too fast.

Something special happened between us.

It doesn't happen every day.

I didn't feel like that
since I became a widower and...

Shulem, what's with you?

I'm getting married in two weeks,
to your brother!

He's not for you.

I know him, he's not for you.
He doesn't deserve you.

For God's sake, have you gone mad?

He's not for me?

You're here with a cake
saying bad things about your brother.

What's with you?

Do you know why he wanted you
to donate the money?

So he could come to me behind your back,

your naive and kind back,

and convince me to give him
half the money.

He doesn't deserve your love, Nechama.

I'll try to forget this ever happened.

You know what? Forget it.

Forget everything I said.

I'll leave now.

Take this. Really, here.

Take it out of the fridge
30 minutes before eating.

It gets soft that way. It's incredible.

Good night.

Racheli.

Racheli, it's me.

It's done.