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A hundred years ago
in a shtetl near Pinsk,

a young girl ran off
into the woods.

Her father wanted her
to marry a scholar
from the Pinsker yeshiva,

but for some reason,
maybe she was a little crazy,
who knows?

She didn't want to.
Anyhow, she ran away.

She ran away from home?
Yeah.

It was in the middle
of winter.

She wandered
into the forest.

At first, no one at home
even knew she ran away.

They thought she got lost
in the snow somewhere
and died.

They looked and looked
for her, but they
never found her body.

They decided the wolves
ate her up.

Shh, Yossi,
they'll hear us.

Yossi, they'll kill us
if they find you here.

No, they'll just kill me.
I'm your older brother
so it falls on me.

I'm the only one around here
gettin' killed.

But, Yossi, I love you
more than anything.

More than Papa or Imma.
More than anything.

More than God?
A million times more.

You're a sinner!
You're supposed to love God
above everything.

And after that,
your father and mother.

The Torah doesn't
even say anything
about brothers and sisters.

Then we'll add it in.
You can't add anything
to the Torah, dunce!

It's finished.
It's the Word of God
and that's that.

Not even the greatest
scholar can change
a letter of it.

Then we'll write
our own Torah.

It was the longest,
hardest winter
anyone could remember.

They sat shiva
in Pinsk for the girl
who had disappeared.

And everyone went on
with their business
until one day,

just as suddenly as she
had disappeared, the girl
came back into town.

She was also, you know,
carrying a baby
in her stomach.

She was pregnant.

In Pinsk, they said,
she got lost in the snow...

and was saved by a demon
who made her his wife.

That spring
the woman had a baby,
a baby girl.

They called her Yitta.
Baba Yitta?

That's right.
Our whole family's
descended from Baba Yitta.

If you don't watch out,
you're gonna end up
just like her.

Like how?

When she was real old
and finally died, Baba Yitta
went up to heaven.

But God didn't want her,
so He sent her
down to hell.

But when she got there,
Satan recognized her
as his niece.

He couldn't bring himself
to make her suffer in hell,

so he sent her back
up here to our world,

where she wanders the earth
like Cain, alone forever.

Poor Baba Yitta.

Don't cry.
Remember what day it is?

Happy birthday.

A ruby!

I bought it from Papa's shop
with my savings.

It's fake!

It's the fake one
Papa took out of that ring.
He was gonna throw it away.

Hey, what
are you doing?
I'm going out to the lake.

But, Yossi,
you're not supposed to.

Imma says with your asthma
you could choke up and--

I'm the only boy around here
who can't swim.

I've been watching
everybody else,
and I know what to do.

No one's even gonna be there
to see you swim.

They won't know
you did it anyway,
so what's the point?

You'll know.

Yossi!

Yossi!

Yossi!

Good job.

Okay, very good.
That's it. Come on.

Wonderful job, dear.

We'll take care of him.

You have a beautiful baby.

You were calling out the name
"Yossi," Mrs. Horowitz.

Is that the name
you'd like to give your son?

Sonia,
it'll be all right.

Sonia, where
are you going?

Easy, Sonia. You're turning
my only grandchild
into a tube of toothpaste.

He's like a sacrifice.
They're gonna sacrifice
my baby.

If your father,
olov hasholem, wasn't
already in his grave,

you would put him in it
with the spectacle
you're making of yourself.

Shimmie's gonna be
just fine.
Look at those men.

Every one of them
had the same thing,
and they're perfectly normal.

Well, not my baby,
not today.

Hey, hey,
where are you going?

My brother told me
he married a smart girl,
he married a pretty girl,

but he never told me
he married such a chicken.

Be proud, Sonia.
This is the moment
your son becomes a Jew.

Bring up the boy,
please.
No, wait.

It's okay? You checked?
It's sharp,
no nicks or anything?

You checked?
Trust me.

Okay, double check.
Check again to make sure
everything's okay.

Oh, it's hot.
It's like an oven in here.

I don't want my son cooking
in this oven. Can somebody
open a window, please?

You've been coming to this shul
for 23 years. When was the last
time you saw an open window?

What kind of building for people
doesn't have an open window?
When was the last time?

Sonia, come on.

Come on.

Don't you drop him.

Careful.

Don't any one of you
dare drop him.

Nice girl you married.

How about the doors?
Maybe somebody
could open the door.

Maybe we could get a draft.
Baruch, maybe you
could get us a draft.

A draft of what?
Air, Baruch! So my son
doesn't choke to death in this.

I'm looking forward
to knowing her better now that
we're going to be neighbors.

I talked to Reb Fedder.
You got the job teaching
at the yeshiva in Boro Park.

I already found you
an apartment on 45th Street.
It's a stone's throw from by me.

And the Rebbe? I'm going
to be close to the Rebbe?

Three blocks
from the Rebbe's house.
That's where you're gonna be.

You'll pray with the Rebbe,
you'll hear the Rebbe's
fabrengen every shabbes.

You'll be up to your ears with
the Rebbe.
I, I don't know
what to say.

Only that Sender Horowitz
always looks out for his family,

especially his favorite
kid brother.

Mendel.

It's easier
if you don't watch.

If they can do it,
I can watch it.

Amen.

It's fantastic!

So many different kinds
of people.

Fantastic and
not so fantastic.
Why not fantastic?

Lots of people,
lots of influences.
They could be good influences.

Sometimes good,
sometimes not so good.

Go around, nu.

There's no room for a car
to pass.
There's plenty
of room for a car.

Unfortunately we're not
in a car. We're in
this ridiculous boat.

It's a station wagon.
Whoever heard of a station
wagon for three people?

You could fit a family
of 12 in this thing.
God willing.

Sonia, I know you're still mad
at me because I named Shimmie
after the Rebbe.

But he's our first son,

and I feel he should be invested
with the highest level
of spirituality.

We can name
our next boy Yossi.

Hmm?

The Rebbe.

A few pennies, young rebbe.
A little change
for a woman...

who's been too long
on her tired feet.

But my wife
has all our money.
It's been such a long time.

Four years.

Such a long time.

A thousand blessings
on your house.

Don't worry, bubbie,
it won't bite.

Bless you.

For what?

It's the Rebbe.

And so God picked that
humble, little mountain...

on which to present
His greatest gift.

The gift of His Torah.

But the question still
remained: To who was He
going to give such a gift?

So God set out on a journey
to find which amongst
the nations of the earth...

was worthy of receiving
His Torah.

God went to the Goyim in Canaan
and he asked them,

"Look what I have for you.

"It's the Torah.

Do you want my Torah?"
No!

No, of course not.
No, no, not this.

Maybe something lighter like
this sweet floral pattern here,
or this nice blue chiffon look.

Personally, I'd recommend
something light and airy...

to complement the charming
atmosphere of your home.

Charming means "small,"
right?

I assume you'll be hanging
curtains in the living room
as well as in the kitchen,

which opens up a
whole range of choices.

For instance, you could
decide on an atmosphere
of integration...

and unify the space
with a single theme,

or you could separate
the rooms visually.

Different looks,
different atmospheres,
different states of mind.

America!

Yes, God came to America.

And also he asked
the American Goyim,
"Do you want my Torah?"

And also they asked,
"Tell us what is
in it first."

"Honor thy father
and thy mother."

"Nah!
Respect our parents?
I don't think so.

Get that thing. What do
you call it? Torah?
Get it out of here?"

So, God came...

to Israel.

"Israel," He asked us,

"Jews, do you want
my Torah?"

And what did they answer?

"Naaseh ve nishmah!"

Quiet down. You're wrecking
your aunt's new apartment
before she's moved into it.

In one case, the apartment
is a whole, unified.

In the other, the living room
is the living room,
the kitchen is the kitchen.

You're cooking all day.
You're exhausted.

You walk out of the kitchen
and presto, it's like
you're in another world.

One of us here
is completely insane
and I think it's you.

But you're gonna have
company real soon
if I have to listen...

to one more word
of this meshugas.

Aunt Sonia,
I think the baby's hungry.
Come here, sweetheart.

Listen to me.
Sit down!

Are you all right?
I know it
can hurt sometimes.

It doesn't hurt.

Here. It's too, um--

Mendel?

Didn't you pray already?

I wasn't praying.

I was learning
a little Mishnah.

Anything good?
Yes, it's all good.

Can't we leave it on?
Just for a while?
Sonia.

Enough, Sonia.

Enough!

Sonia, enough!

Enough what?
Just enough.

It's indecent.
Making love to your wife
is indecent?

Making love to your wife
like that is.

We're not alone, Sonia.

We're under the eyes of God.

The Talmud teaches a man
to love his wife, and I try.
God knows I try.

But for a man it's supposed
to be different. It's supposed
to be a mitzvah, a holy act.

And I'm supposed to think
exalted thoughts
in order to sanctify it.

And I'm supposed
to enjoy this, I'm supposed
to enjoy myself knowing...

you're up there thinking
about Abraham and Isaac
and the Rebbe while--

God forbid!
God forbid you talk that way
about the Rebbe!

Sonia, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry
I raised my voice to you.

I'm sorry.

Can I play a little?

Of course.
A little's okay.

Amen.

You don't have to eat it.
Just put it in your mouth
and chew a little.

He's not hungry.
Are you his mother?
No.

So how do you know
he's not hungry?

So God spared the Moabites.
The reason being...

Mendel.
that Ruth's family
was living among them.

Wait. He's giving
a dvar Torah.
It's nice. Please listen.

It's just a story.
It's still a dvar Torah.

Why didn't God allow Ruth's
family to survive an attack?
He could've done that.

The answer to the question
is of course
God could've done it.

But a young girl needs a mother.
And a mother needs a husband.

And a family needs a house.
What else? Maybe a VCR
and a video recorder?

And they need someone
to make their clothes.

Why don't you
shush everyone up
so your son can finish?

He's a man.
He can make himself heard.
But nobody's listening.

He won't eat.
Who are you to tell me
what to do?

He's not gonna eat.
Obviously you're
a better mother than I am.

It shows us how family is
so important, even the evil
Moabites were spared by God...

because they were needed
in order to bring up Ruth.

Yasher.

Yasher coach.

Keep it up and you'll be
a great scholar
like your Uncle Mendel.

Please, I'm not so great
just yet.

Modesty is becoming
unless it's false.

All I hear at the yeshiva
these days is "Mendel said this,
Mendel said that."

Like the Rambam came to learn
by them.

While we're on the subject
of the yeshiva,

the other day a young boy,
one of my students,

asked me a question
I couldn't really answer.

His father says
it's okay to steal as long
as you steal from Goyim.

His teacher tells him
stealing from anyone
is a sin.

So if he agrees
with his teacher, he's
disrespecting his father.

But if he agrees
with his father,
he's honoring a thief...

and in danger
of becoming one himself.

It's a tough question.
Only because you're a scholar.

If it's just an opinion
and the boy disagrees with it,
that's all right.

You can respect those
you disagree with.

But if his father
really is a thief,

then the boy should keep
his nose in his own business...

so he doesn't have to judge
what he doesn't know about.

Hey, those little fingers
are gonna get chopped off...

if they wander where
they don't belong.

Tsipi, please take care
of your brother.

Here.
Oh, please, Sonia, tonight
you don't need to work.

You should be inside
with Mendel and the baby.
No, it's okay, it's okay.

It's such a wonderful meal.
I have to do something.

And you have such
a beautiful home.
Thank you.

Baruch haShem.
The kids are healthy,
they have what to eat.

That's what's important.

Here.

Do you have
a second?

Relax.

It's not for you.
I just want your opinion.

My principal buyer
came across it.

It's an antique brooch
from Paris, circa 1880,
from Querelle.

That's an
eight-carat emerald
set in gold.

My wife's birthday
is coming up, so I thought
I'd surprise her.

It's beautiful!
Five thousand bucks!
What a bargain, huh?

Yeah.

You did great.
Bullshit.

I understand your father,
may his memory
be a blessing,

was the finest gemologist
in the state.

I also understand
you picked up
a thing or two from him.

Querelle never designed
a base like this.

I can't tell you what
the date on it is,
but it is not 1880.

I also think if you check
on this stone, you'll find
it's just a composite,

a layer of emerald fused with
glass and then backed by foil
to give it all that brilliance.

It's excellent work.

But I wouldn't price it
at a dime over 800 bucks.

Why didn't you go
into the business?

Because my parents
didn't want me mixing
with unsavory characters.

They wanted me to marry
a great scholar, and live
a decent, spiritual Jewish life.

Did you?

Did you marry
a great scholar?

Well, that I'm not qualified
to answer.

But I know
I married a tzaddik.

A holy man? Don't you think
our Mendel's a little young
for such distinction?

Age has nothing
to do with it.

Either you're born
with the heart of a tzaddik
or you're not.

And your heart?

Is it in your heart to be
the wife of a tzaddik?

All right,
dessert's on the table.

Sonia.

Sonia?

Gottenyu!
You're red as a beet.

And hot like an oven.
You're burning with fever,
poor thing.

Why didn't you
say something?

Sit, sit on the bed.

You're having a panic attack.

Breathe.
Slowly breathe.

Your muscles are like
iron knots.

Just relax
and breathe.

Good.

It must be overwhelming
for you.

A new city, a new family,
all these new pressures.

You're just wound up
too tight.

Just relax and breathe.

Relax.

I know
it can be hard sometimes.

It's a new neighborhood,
new people.

You'll be all right.

You just need to breathe.
Just relax and breathe.

Sonia, my God!

What's gotten into you?
You need help.

The Rebbe will see you now.

You know, some of these others
have been waiting longer.
Maybe another day might be--

Sonia, don't make a scene,
please. Okay?

Go on.

Come on in, Mrs. Horowitz.

Take a seat.

I understand your husband
is a truly inspired teacher...

as well as a great scholar.

Filling the hearts
of our children
with a love of Torah...

is the greatest mitzvah of all
in God's eyes.

He's making you nervous?

Get my wife right away.

I understand
you're troubled.

I don't know
what to say.

I can't find
the words.

The Almighty gave you a soul
to nurture.

He gave you a body
in which to house it.

He gave you a mind
in order to understand
your soul's needs.

And He gave you a tongue
in order to express them.

If the desire to hear your soul
is strong enough,

you'll find the words.

I don't even know
where my body ends
and my soul begins.

I felt, ever since
I was a very young girl,

like there was a fire...

inside of me.

It used to be nice.
It kept me warm.

But it's been
getting hotter.

It--

It makes my stomach burn,

and my nerves and my skin.

I can hardly put on
a shirt.

I can't even breast feed
my child.

It's too hot!

Everything is too hot.

Every touch burns me.

I have no soul.

The Almighty gave every one
of us a soul!

Whatever torment
you are suffering,
you must always remember that.

You have a soul!

Maybe. But if I do,
it wasn't God
who gave it to me.

"In defiance
of Biblical prophesy...

"and the holy redemption
of the Jewish people...

"through God's grace alone,
Boro Park's
Rebbe Moishe Myerson...

"has demonstrated
that he is little more
than a gentile heretic...

in the guise of a Jew."

Who do these people
think they are?

They've gone too far this time,
these fanatics.

Rebbe, please tell
us you won't let this attack go
without a stinging rebuttal.

Rebbe?

If you prefer,
we can compose a letter.

Tomorrow.
But, Rebbe, if we wait till
tomorrow, this article--

I said tomorrow!

Guess who!

Have you gone crazy?
You could give a person
a heart attack.

Ah.
Something smells good!

It's the cholent.
I'm making it special for--
No, no, it's not that.

It's you
that smells so good.

God forgive me.

But I think it's 20 years
since I told you
how beautiful you look.

It's been 20 years
since I looked beautiful.

Moishe! You've heard
too many evil stories today.

Sometimes it's the exposure
to evil that brings
out our best side.

Look, you shouldn't get
so excited.

The doctor says you can't
allow yourself to get--

Oh, what doctor?
What do doctors know
about love?

When the Rebbe's heart
stopped beating last night,

we lost more than just a man.

For his was a heart that beat
not only to maintain
the life of one man,

it beat to maintain
the vital circulation
of the entire nation of Israel.

And who can even begin
to understand...

what force
could be strong enough
to still such a heart?

What kind
of a terrible power...

could have caused
such a tragedy?

When the Rebbe's heart
stopped beating last night,

we lost our own
Moishe Rebbenu...

who led us from the depths
of the holocaust
and reinvigorated an entire--

Sonia,
what did she say?

Sonia?

Shh. I know.

Why are you hiding?

There's nobody here
but you.

Who are you hiding from?

Are you cold?

Mendel isn't home.

I know.
Can I come in?

Actually it was you
I came for.

I want to offer you
a job.

Your analysis of the brooch
I showed you last shabbes
was right on the money.

I want you to run my store
here in Boro Park.

I thought you worked
in Manhattan.

I didn't know you had a store
here in the neighborhood.

That's because I don't.

At least not officially.

It's a basement
a few blocks away.

From there, I see
a select variety of jewelry,
only the very finest pieces.

My buyer Heschel
has impeccable taste,
but he's getting old.

I want you
to take over for him.

Hmm? Go into the city
three days a week...

and pick out
only the best pieces
you come across.

There should be no more
than 30 or 40 pieces in
the store at any given time.

Three days a week, you stay
in the store to sell,

but the other three
you'll be in the city...

on 47th street,
all over.

Sometimes even out of state
for a few days
on a special buy.

What do you say?

Ah, oh, well--

Well, I'm a mother now.

Half the mothers in Boro Park
are running cash businesses
out of their own basements.

The days that you're in
the city, you can leave Shimmie
by my wife or by Rachel.

The other days you keep him
with you in the store.
Oh, what does Mendel say?

Does it matter?

Does he even know
about it?

I thought
I'd let you tell him.

A cash business means
no taxes paid,
and no taxes paid means theft.

Even if it is from
the government, it's a sin.

Once when I was a boy,

I stole
the answers to a test
from my teacher's drawer.

I copied them
and put them back
before he noticed.

I got 100 on the test,
and I felt terrific.

I was dancing for a week
like Gene Kelly.

I knew then
that my conscience
would be useless to me.

So, without telling him
why, I asked my father to
teach me how to avoid sin.

He told me
about his teacher,

a tzaddik who kept
a notebook in which
he recorded all his sins...

from the day
of his bar mitzvah onward.

One day when
he was 93 years old,

the tzaddik forgot
his notebook on his desk
at the yeshiva.

Just one notebook.
Most people would have
a library full.

My father and some of
the other boys ran over...

to see what sins the
great rebbe had committed.

But when they opened
the notebook, they
couldn't believe their eyes.

The first page
had not yet even been
completely filled up.

If we all wrote down
our sins, my father said,

we'd be more careful
about committing them.

We sin because
we're careless
and we don't think about it.

My father was an idiot.

The tzaddik kept
his book of sins for
his students to discover.

But his other sins
he kept in his heart...

for they were dearer to him
even than was God,

and he couldn't bear
to part with them.

Piety is the standard
by which we are judged.

But it's the quality
of our sins
which sets us apart.

You'll start on Monday.

Good morning, Mr. Kapoor.
I'm Sonia Horowitz,
Sender Horowitz's new buyer.

Good morning, Miss Horowitz.
But I'm not--

Actually it's Mrs. Horowitz.
And there's something
I'd like to show you.

You recognize this?
No?

You can't remember an antique
brooch designed by Querelle
worth 30,000 bucks...

which you parted with for only
five, but it's really worth
nothing because it's a fake?

Is that what
you can't remember?
I can hardly remember my name--

Ramon.
This is Mr. Kapoor.
I just work here.

I'm Hrundi Kapoor.

I've never seen
that piece before.

You should be ashamed
of yourself, Mr. Kapoor.

Mr. Horowitz's previous buyer
may have been too old...

or just too trusting to detect
this fake, but he can remember
where he bought it from.

As I said, I've never seen
that piece before.

We have one of two possibilities
here, Mr. Kapoor.

One, you yourself
didn't know it was a fake
and unwittingly passed it on.

Two, you knew.
Either way, you're doing
dishonorable business.

And as I understand it,
if Mr. Horowitz so desired,

he could tarnish
your reputation so thoroughly
that within a week...

you would be out on the
street corner hawking watches
out of a suitcase.

Normally, Mr. Horowitz
would have come down here
and told you all this himself.

But I think
he was a little concerned
with losing his temper.

So here I am.
And although I happen
to have a temper myself,

I have no particular
emotional investment in
this unfortunate transaction.

So it might be possible
for you and I to start
on a fresh page...

and embark on a relationship
that would better profit
both yourself and Mr. Horowitz.

The emphasis, of course,
being on Mr. Horowitz.
What do you say?

What can I say?
How about...

"Good morning, Mrs. Horowitz.
Welcome to 47th Street.

"From now on, I'll be selling
to you at 80% below retail.

Is there anything
I can interest you in today?"

Good morning, Mrs. Horowitz.
Welcome to 47th Street.

Mr. and Mrs. Mizrachi,
Mrs. Horowitz
is my new buyer.

Hello.
Hello.

I'm sure Heschel
will be missed.

But whatever she lacks
in experience, she'll make up
for with a superb taste.

That's nice.
Any relations?

Excuse me?
She's my sister-in-law.

I'm keeping things in the family
so she can put my brother
through yeshiva.

You like them,
Mrs. Gelbart?

What I'd really like
is for my husband,
God bless him,

to get off his fat ass,
surprise me with something,

instead of handing me
a wad of cash...

and telling me,
"Go make yourself happy."

I understand,
Mrs. Gelbart.

But the joy of the surprise
lasts only a few moments,

and then you're at the mercy
of his taste...

At least this way you can choose
something for yourself...

that will give you naches
for the rest of your life.

You've got excellent taste,
Mr. Sugarman.

That ring was designed
by Eddie Sakamoto.

A beautiful combination
of cobachon and diamonds
laid in a platinum band.

That design won first prize
in the Spectrum competition
last fall.

So, uh, what range
are we talking about here?

Mr. Sugarman, I'm not going
to pretend to give you
some kind of fancy bargain.

I'll sell it to you
for what it's worth.

It's so nice to see
a new face here.

It's very inspirational.

It just makes me want
to... buy something.

Well, since
it's your wife's birthday,
Mr. Fishbein,

I recommend this bracelet.

It's silver inlaid with ruby.
It's her birthstone,
and mine.

Could you model it
for me?

Ahh.
That looks fabulous.

But such a lovely wrist,
I imagine anything would.

The question is,
Mr. Fishbein,

whether you think your wife,
Mrs. Fishbein, will like it.

The question is,
Mrs. Horowitz,

why a woman
as lovely as you...

is not wearing any jewelry
of her own.

Well?

Mmm, it's good.

But what?

But nothing. It's good.
I didn't say "but."
But you thought it.

I could see it there
over your head
like a little gray cloud.

A little "but" something.
But what?

I understand most of
the nutrients that can be found
in freshly-cooked foods...

are absent
in microwaveable products.

Sounds like you've
been reading articles...

on a rather wide variety
of subjects.

Or else you've
been getting an earful
from your sister Rachel.

In which case, I'd thank her
to keep her nose
out of my affairs.

Do you know what
today is, Mendel?

No, I don't.

It's my birthday.

Sonia.

Sonia,

I know that
you're working now.

And I know that you like it,
so I'm glad for you.

But you run out of the house
at the crack of dawn.
I hardly ever see you.

And when I do it's to get
a microwave dinner tossed at me
like I'm some charity case.

I know I spend my day
with my nose stuck in a book,

but I'm not a complete idiot
when it comes to these things.

It's clear that
something's missing.
What is it?

What is what?

What is it
that you want?
I don't know.

Mendel, if I knew--

Mendel, I just want
something beautiful.

Sonia, you have it right here.
You have a home, a child...

and a husband who loves you
more than anything
in the whole world.

Yes, in this world,
maybe.

But what about
the other world?

The world of the spirit
and the Torah
and the Talmud?

What about that world?
Do you love me
more than that, Mendel?

What about God?

Do you love me more than
you love God, Mendel?

Sonia, that's
a terrible thing to ask.

I'm sorry, Mendel.

You're a good man.

And this life is good,
but it's not beautiful.

But...
goodness is beauty.

No!

Beauty has goodness in it,
but it can also be terrible.

Is that what you want?

That, that things
should be terrible?

Is that what
would make you happy?

Whoa, whoa. It's too early.
You come back
in a half hour. Sorry.

Just for a moment.

"A woman of fortitude,
who can find?

"For her price
is far above rubies.

"When her husband relies
on her, he shall lack
no fortune.

"She rises in the morning
to feed her household.

"Strength and majesty
are her raiment,

"and joyfully
she can anticipate
the day of judgment.

"False is grandeur
and vain is beauty.

"Only a God-fearing woman
deserves praise.

"Give her the fruits
of her handiwork,

and let her be praised
at the gates of heaven
for her countless deeds."

Sometimes I look at men
and wonder...

how could God
have created...

so ugly a creature
for woman to cling to.

Men are ugly!

But you,

Sender Horowitz,

you are the ugliest man
of all.

That's a flawless
brilliant cut stone from
South Africa. Top of the line.

Hmm. How's business,
Mr. Kapoor?

Business? The rich are buying
at Tiffany's and Saks. The poor
are carjacking the rich ones...

and everybody else is sitting
on their couches watching
the Home Shopping Network.

Not surprising if this is
the kind of merchandise
you showcase.

Listen here, Mrs. Horowitz,
I triple check everything
I show you.

That's a perfectly
sound diamond
in a perfectly sound ring.

It's perfectly sound.
And perfectly boring.

Hey, back me up here.
Boring or not?

Boring.

Ramon,
isn't today your--

Half day? Yeah.
Today I'm outta here
at-- Right now.

I'm outta here now.
Thank you, Mr. Kapoor.

It's a classic,
Mrs. Horowitz.

And the point of a classic
is its steadfastness.

There are some things
nobody wants to change.

I was holding this one
just for you, but I'll
be more than happy--

No, no, no, no.
I'll take it.

The sad fact is,
it's probably the best piece
I've seen all week.

Lucky for me,
it's on an 80% discount rate.

Good choice,
Mrs. Horowitz.

I like this one.

And since when are you
an expert?

I didn't say I was an expert.
I just like this one.

That one?

What is this?

Just some free-floating junk
that came in with a batch
of useless gold items.

I'll sell it
to the melters at cost.

Where did you find this?
Somewhere. Chinatown.
I don't know.

You look at this...

and call it a piece of junk
from Chinatown,

and you wonder why
your business is bad?

What? Did God put you on
this earth for the purpose
of busting my chops?

If you like it, I'll throw
it in with the other one.
All right?

Okay.

You like that piece?
Yeah, I like it.

I'm asking you about it.
I like it.

Then it came from my store.

Anything you like,
this is where it came from.
Oh, no, no.

If this piece is hot
or something, I've got
nothing to do with it.

You cops have got
to stop hassling me.
Cops?

Maybe the guy before me
had some kind
of shady business.

I'm clean as a whistle,
you understand me?

I've got receipts.
You want to see?
Everything.

Excuse me.

Could you--
Excuse me.

You're going to hell.

For eating an egg roll?

For eating pig.

Mmm,
it's delicious!

You're going
to hell.
Really?

And yesterday,

when I was lying on a desk
getting shtupped
by my brother-in-law,

yesterday I wasn't
going to hell?

I'm sorry.

Yossi, I'm sorry.
I'll shut up, okay?

Little boys always hate
any noise they're
not making themselves.

Something sweet with which
to coat the world's
bitter pill, tataleh.

What are you doing
so far from home?

I might ask you
the same question.

Spare some change for
a woman who's been walking
too long on her tired feet?

I'm sorry.

Nice earrings.

Excuse me.
Those earrings
are beautiful.

Thanks.

Do you mind if I take
a closer look?

Where did you
get these?

Listen, lady, I'm glad
you like them, but they're
not valuable or nothing!

There's this guy who makes them
in my neighborhood.

Just some neighborhood guy
who makes nice stuff.
What neighborhood?

Buenos dias.

Hello. Um, I'm looking
for a jeweler.

I was given this address.
Jeweler?

Jewelry maker?
Ah, si.

Si. Entra,
por favor.

Mi hijo.

My son.

Venga.

Pase. Down.
Down the stairs.

Those the ones
that I wanted?

Yeah, it's
the same ones.
They don't look like it.

It's the ones.
I'm telling you.
They don't look like Charlene's

This is better.

Suits your face.

You getting picky now?
You know mine are sold.
Yours can never be like this.

Whatever, girl.
How much you want
for it?

The reward is seeing it
on such a lovely ear.
That's all I could ask for.

Yo, Ramon.

I've been posin' my naked ass
over here for three weekends
in a row.

You ain't paid me jack,
and now you're turning down
her dollars?

Shut up. That's 'cause
your fat ass ain't worth
my dollars, homegirl.

The hell with this,
all right?

Come on. What's up
with acting like this?
All right?

Come on.
Whatcha doin'?

Here.

Take this for now.
Talk to her, all right?

It's cold in here, man.
I need you guys. I know.

One more time, all right?

Let me guess.

You didn't quite succeed
at getting my ass fired
at work today,

so you decided
to follow me home...

and make sure my life
is a living hell here
as well?

Not exactly.

You're quite a collector.

You mean these?
Not exactly.

I mean, I make them.

Nobody buys any,
so I guess
I'm collecting them.

What about these?

It's just stuff I sell
to the neighborhood girls
for some pocket money.

You know?
Mostly metal shavings
from my sculptures.

It's worthless.
Worthless?

This is art.

Yo, Ray.
Peace.
Yo. Peace, Ty.

Later. All right?
Yeah, all right.

You have
an interesting style, Ramon.

It's not really no style.
It's mostly unfinished.
But thanks.

So, what brings you
to my neck of the woods,
Miss, uh, Horowitz?

I found it in a pile of junk
Kapoor was gonna sell
to the melters.

It's yours, isn't it?

How did that get in--
It must've fell in there
somehow. Jesus!

Twenty-two carat gold.

Whatever stone you had in it
is gone. I'm sorry.

It was never there.

I made this
for my muse.
For who?

My muse.
My inspiration.

Who is that?

I don't know.

But... when I meet her,
I'll know what stone
to put in there.

Hmm.

Hey, Ramon,

Kapoor doesn't have a clue,
does he?

Does anyone
in the trade know?

Know what?
Know what you can do.

Listen, I got a job.

You know, this is a hobby,
a distraction. That's all.
It's not--

I want to commission
your designs.

And I don't know
from sculpture,

but other than a few
Florentine antiques that passed
through my father's store,

I've never seen any jewelry
as beautiful as yours
in my life.

I am very moved,
Mrs.--

Sonia.

I am moved,
Sonia.

But we don't know
each other.

Do you want this for me,
or do you want this...
for you?

Does it matter?

Sonia?

Mendel?

What are you doing
lurking out here
in the dark?

Where's Shimmie?
He's by Rachel.

Oy gevalt.
I better go get him.
He'll be all right.

I said...
he'll be all right.

Where have you been?
Working.

What is all this?
Oh, they're samples...

from a jeweler I'm going
to be representing as part
of my work for Sender.

Look.
I told Sender you won't
be working for him anymore.

I've asked him to replace you
as soon as possible.

Well, what did,
what did Sender say?

What did Sender say?

I'm your husband, Sonia.
By you, Sender does what I ask.

I told him you were needed
here at home and
that was the end of it.

Mendel, all the women
around here work.
Yes, they work.

But their husbands don't
get snickered at by everyone
in the neighborhood...

as soon as his back
is turned.

Why should they snicker?

If I knew that
I wouldn't be standing here
asking you about it.

Is that what you're doing?
You're asking me about it?

Sonia-- Sonia,
I know that you've got--

We've got problems.

I-I talked to some people
about it, some people
who know about these things.

Please, Sonia.

I realize I've been too busy
at the yeshiva
with my own learning to do--

To give you the attention
you deserve.
I also realize...

that we are in desperate need
of help right now.

What kind of help,
Mendel?

I'd like for us
to see a counselor.

A marriage counselor,
a psychologist.

Someone who specializes
in problems married people
are having.

Do you pray every morning,
Mrs. Horowitz?

Do you pray,
Mrs. Horowitz?

You said--

I thought you were
a psychologist.

I am a psychologist,
Mrs. Horowitz,
but I'm also a rabbi...

uniquely qualified to appreciate
the problems afflicting
the Jewish soul.

Which is unique in that
it is directly connected to
the spirit of the Holy One.

Blessed be His name.

Sonia, can we give the doctor
a chance?

So? Hmm?
Do you pray,
Mrs. Horowitz?

No.

Have you been
to the mikveh?
Not this month.

- Are you lighting
shabbes candles?
- If I get in on time.

Have you been
keeping kosher?
At home.

- At home?
- Now we're getting somewhere.

Where exactly is it
that we're getting?
Well, it's 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 God's side, Mendel.
That's 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 that's just the way
it's 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
that's just the way it is.

There is no reason
for it.

And if there is, then
it's 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.
Let's go, let's go.

Why?

Why what?

Why is this happening
to me?

What's 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.

It's 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.

It's 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.

It's 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.

It's 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.

What's 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
fuckin' 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,
that's a hell of a lot more
than most people got.

So don't go laughing it off
like it ain't shit,
all right?

This shit's
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, it's 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, it's 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 fuckin' 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 what's 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 that's 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
it's 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--

Grab your coat,
round up the kids and take them
to daven maariv up at shul.

Right. That's what
I was gonna do. Shul.

I think you'd better
sit down.

It's over.

Mendel will be granting you
a divorce at the earliest
possible moment.

He's going to stay
in the house.
And Sender has agreed...

to let you use an apartment
he's been keeping for business
on the Lower East Side.

You are not welcome here
anymore.

Is this coming from Mendel,
or is this coming from you?

What do you think?

Where is Mendel?
I want to hear this
from his mouth.

Haven't you put him
through enough already?

I'll just take Shimmie
and be on my way.

Shimmie stays here.

How dare you!

Shimmie's gonna stay here by us
where he can live
in a healthy environment.

And who's the expert
fit to judge what's a healthy
environment all of a sudden?

Certainly not a woman
who leaves her husband
and baby at home...

while she runs around town
having affairs
with Puerto Ricans.

Is that what
this is all about?
Who said this?

It doesn't matter.
What's done is done.

And what's said is said,
and the truth doesn't matter
anymore. Does it?

If you don't get
out of my way,
I'm gonna call the cops.

I'm taking Shimmie
and I'm going back to Muncie
to stay by my mother.

We already spoke
to your mother.

She begged us not to let you
go back there and ruin
your sisters' chances...

of making decent matches.

We have a fine life here,
Sonia.

A decent life.

And you are not gonna be
allowed to destroy it
for everyone around you.

For the good
of all concerned,
you've gotta be cut off.

You can't cut a mother off
from her child.

No. You've already
taken care of that
yourself.

I don't know where
you're headed, Sonia.

But wherever it is,
you're going alone.

Excuse me.

Is Mendel here?

Mendel Horowitz.
Do me a favor.

Go and find him for me.
Tell him his wife
wants to talk to him.

Excuse me.
I think you should find
another time for this.

Is he here?
Like I said, I think perhaps
another time would be pref--

Mendel?

Listen,
Mrs. Horowitz--

Is this it, Mendel?

Is this how you want
to handle things?

Hi, Nelson.
Sorry, Mrs. Horowitz.

The store's off-limits.
Excuse me?

Mr. Sender's orders.
Can't let you in.

Listen to me, Nelson.
There are things in there
that belong to me.

They are mine.
I will go in, I'll get them.
I'll be out in ten minutes.

Can't do it.
Good night, Mrs. Horowitz.

Welcome home.

"An apartment he keeps
for business," his sister says.

I wonder what
she'd say...

if she knew
what kind of transactions
occurred here.

Make yourself comfortable.

A bed.

I would've expected
a desk or a table...

or maybe just the wall.

Who'd have thought
you'd have time for a bed?

Your bitter tone strikes me
as inappropriate...

considering I've given you
exactly what you want.

And what is that?

Your freedom.

You're free of Mendel.

You're free of all the
everyday responsibilities
that you hate.

You're free to work
at a trade you enjoy, and
live in any manner you wish.

Free.

And you?

Am I free of you,
Sender?

Freedom always comes
with a price.

And...
what's your price?

A price above that
of your virtue,

but a price
far below rubies.

You'll have nothing,
Sonia.

Not even this room.
Nothing.

I'm not paying anymore.

Yeah, sh-she told me, Imma.
Rachel told me that
she talked to you.

But, um, I-I
just wanted to call...

and, uh, a-and
make sure that, um--

No, don't worry.

No, I-I, I won't
be coming home.

Don't worry.

What's the rush?
You're late for a party?

I'm lost.

You're in the middle
of Manhattan.
2nd Avenue and 3rd Street.

The "J" train, three
blocks east. The I.R.T.'s
just around the corner.

Nobody's lost here.
Who are you?

I'm just a woman
who's been too long
on her tired feet.

Now I'm gonna rest.
You want to join me?

You've been following me
ever since I moved
to Boro Park.

Who's been following who?

A little manners
wouldn't kill you.

I'm not taking from a woman
who has nothing.

Actually, I have very little.
You're the one
who has nothing.

How would you know that?

We have
a mutual acquaintance.

She's old.

As old as God Himself.

She's beautiful
and very wise.

But we hate
and fear her...

when we should be making her
our trusted ally.

This makes her bitter
and vengeful.

And she burns us
in the flames of her spite.

She's sensitive.

Not very forgiving.

But if you learn to embrace her,
you will have made
a valuable friend.

And what's God got to say
about all that?

Better to stay
on His good side too.

It's a little late for that
in my case.

He's an old bully.

Best to keep bullies
in their place, I say.

Even the big ones?

Especially the big ones.

Bubbie?

Where's Shimmie?
Shimmie?
It's 3:00 a.m.

He's sleeping
in the kids' room.
Thank you.

Mendel,
are you all right?
Yes.

Mendel? Mendel,
what are you doing?

I'm taking my son home.

Mendel, listen to me.
I understand how you feel.

But Shimmie
needs to stay--
Shimmie's my son.

And from now on,
Shimmie's gonna sleep by me.

I'll appreciate your help
during the days
while I'm teaching.

But from this moment on,
every night I'm gonna do
my own learning at home...

instead of the beit midrash.

And when I'm home,
Shimmie's gonna sleep by me.

Mendel, this is not
just about what you want.

Shimmie needs--
That's enough, Rachel!

I'll get together
a couple guys
from the beit midrash.

We'll be happy
to come over nights
and learn at your house.

We'll learn by you.

Jesus.

Ramon, I'm sorry
to wake you up like this.

I wasn't sleeping.

After you, uh, took off
down the street, you know,
the other day,

the way you was talking,
I thought I was never
gonna see you again.

I cleaned off my table,
you know.

I ain't stopped working
since.

I mean, the whole time
I was thinking about the way
you was walking, you know,

with your back held up all
straight like you was cracking,
but you wouldn't break.

They are so beautiful.

All my life...

I've been trying to make up
for my old man splitting,
you know,

by looking out
for my mom.

It ain't been easy,
but... I don't mind.

Then you walk in.

And I think, "Here's another
desperate woman that needs
something from me."

But I was wrong.

I need you.

No.

You were right
to be afraid of me.

I have destroyed
every good thing
I have ever known!

But I won't
destroy you.

Sometimes a thing
has to be destroyed.

Walls got to be broke down
so you can see what they've
been hiding inside all along.

You can't even see yourself,
can you?

Look!

This is nice.

I agree.

It's nice.

But it's a chachka.

A nice little chachka.

This, look.

It's a chain, Sonia.

That's all it is,
a chain.

Now look at yourself.

Look at you.

Sonia?

Yossi.

I swam.

Me too.

Yes?
Is the Rebbitzn home?

What can I do for you?

I'd like to see
the Rebbitzn, please.

The Rebbitzn is still
in mourning. She doesn't
grant audience to strangers.

My name is Sonia.
Please tell her...

that I am respectfully
requesting a moment
of her time.

I'm sorry, but like I said,
the Rebbitzn won't--

Make yourself decent...

before you come in.

If you don't like
the way I look,
then look at your shoes.

Or stick your nose
in a book. It's
your problem, not mine.

I'm sorry, Rebbitzn,
but this woman...

wouldn't listen--
Yakov.

At the Rebbe's eulogy,

may his memory
be a blessing,
you came to me.

You said--

Thank you.

Why?

I was here when you spoke
to Moishe on that day.

Your words
rekindled a fire...

in a body
too old to contain it.

Like a flash
he was consumed.

His eyes were looking
into mine.

And the last words
to pass his lips...

before he left
this world...

were, "I love you."

It was the first time
in 20 years...

that he spoke those words
to me.

You took a man away
from his people forever.

But for one night,
you gave a wife
back her husband.

Perhaps I sound selfish
to you,

but you are still young.

I am very old.

Someday...

you might understand me.

I understand you.

But with all due respect,

I'm not planning on waiting
for someday.

I don't belong here.

I know that now,

and I've paid
a heavy price for it.

I'm leaving my child here.

It's for the best,
until I do know
where I belong.

I accept your gratitude...

for returning to you
what should have always
been yours.

But now I'm asking you
to help me reclaim
what's mine.

What's the meaning of this?

You Sender's new guy?
Mrs. Horowitz.

You look absolutely fantastic,
if I may say so.

Sit down, Mr. Fishbein.
I'm, I'm not in the mood.

I assume the combination
to the safe has been changed.

Would you be so kind
as to open it for me?

All these men were gabbaim
to the Rebbe.

They'll be witnesses to the fac
that I will take only
what's mine and nothing more.

This is a joke?

Now I'm free.

I couldn't bear the thought
of your muse going empty-handed.

I hope she'll be
as inspiring to you
as you've been to me.

She already
has been.

Hold on to it for me.

Just for a little while.
Okay?

Sonia?

Where are you going?

I don't know.

If you need a place to--

Stay here with me.

Ramon.

There's someone upstairs
who wants to see you.

He says
he's your husband.

I'm gonna talk to him.

Hey, you've got a life,
you know.

Do what you gotta do.

I ain't going anywhere.

Mendel?

Sonia.

You look nice.

You too.

Sender told me
where I could find you,
in case you were wondering.

I wasn't.

How's Shimmie?

He's good.
He stays by me now.

Oh, that's good.

I'm sure he misses you.

And you?

Do you miss me?

And you?

I-I came to tell you...

I'm sorry
I forgot your birthday.

My birthday?

Do you think that's what
all this was about?

Of course not.

I've been doing
a lot of thinking...

about things I never
really understood
how to think about before.

I know that the pain
we caused each other
couldn't be helped.

I am who I am
and you are who you are.

And we just weren't meant
to be together.

There was nothing
we could've done
other than what we did.

But I was wrong
to have forgotten your birthday.

Mendel, you know I,
I can't accept--

Please, if not for yourself,
then for me.

Yom Kippur is coming up
and I would like to face God...

knowing I tried
to do right by you.

A ruby.

It's your birthstone.
I looked it up.
I bought it loose.

I figured finding the
right setting for it is your
specialty, so why interfere.

Please,

come by and visit...

on evenings or shabbes.

Shimmie should know
he has a mother who loves him.

What would
the others say?
What others?

As far as Shimmie
is concerned,

the only voices that matter
belong to his mother...

and his father.

Mendel?

God bless you.