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I just left the meeting with the distribution team.

They want me to work with a drummer here in Israel.

Son of a bitch. What am I supposed to do here now?

What am I? Some 20 year old who came here to start a career?

You'll manage here without him.

I have a crisis with my event tomorrow.

Idan Raichel has canceled, and my speech isn't ready.

Why don't you play tomorrow instead of him?

Who is this Avshalom Cohen?

Avshalom is my husband. I thought I could volunteer him.

-Hey. -What are you up to? Writing?

Yes, writing. Recording these Parisian moments.

"Drive away the darkness..."

There's a refrigerator for dairy and a refrigerator for meat,

and the whole kitchen was donated by the Avihatzer family.

That's important.

There's also a canteen on that floor, and there's a library upstairs.

All donated by the Jaqueaux family.

The man is a walking anti-Semite cartoon.

Straight ahead, there's a bathroom for boys,

and then a bathroom for girls,

and the bathrooms were all donated by no one.

Like I said, we need a teacher for a music class for the elderly.

-We'd be delighted if your husband agreed. -Of course, thank you.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

So... Goodbye.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, thank you.

What are you doing?

He was talking to you but you ignored him. What's going on?

Oh... I'm sensing a fight face going on here.

You've got a problem face. Are we about to fight?

-What is it? -Nothing.

-Nothing? -Nothing.

Okay, nothing.

I wouldn't have pressed for this job if you'd told me you're not into it.

-You're right, but I... -But what?

But I love you!

I adore those complaining lips.

-I don't find that funny. -It's a little funny.

-No, it's not. -It's a little funny.

-No, it's not. No. -Just a little bit?

Just a little bit? Just a little laugh.

Come on. Look at me, honey.

Do I look like a teacher for the elderly? Come on.

I gave you addresses for studios in the area. Did you go to any?

-No. -No.

It's been two months and you're not doing anything.

I'm trying to write. I'm stuck. What?

Fine, my love. Don't work.

-Don't work. -Come on, do you want

Uri to see me leaving the house dressed like this?

-Do you really think Uri cares? -But I care.

I care, Annabelle.

Avshalom, it's only temporary. Just start with something.

It's my dad.

Answer him.

-Hey, Dad. -Son! How are you, boy?

I'm fine. We're okay.

Well, tell me what's going on. Are you recording anything?

-What are you up to? -Yes, I'm recording, working.

That's great. Do tell, don't skimp!

Dad, are you bored? I told you, we'll talk later. I'm fine.

If you're fine, why are you all stressed out and sour,

as if you've just eaten a whole lemon?

Alright, Dad. Let's talk later, okay?

-Are you working? -No, no, no.

Don't say anything right now. Just stop it. Stop it.

THE ATTACHE

Uri?

Uri, honey?

Hey, kid.

How was your day, sweetie?

Hey.

Hey, what's wrong?

What's wrong, honey?

Christoph was picking on me.

Did you tell your teacher?

I did, but she couldn't understand what I was saying.

Did you show her the note?

Which note is it for when you're being picked on?

I showed her the red note, but she didn't understand what it meant,

so she told me to return to my group

and Christoph started picking on me again.

Okay.

Let me handle it, okay?

I'll go talk to your teacher.

Hold on.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Sorry?

Do you speak English?

Sorry, no English.

There's a kid... I'm Uri's father,

and there is a kid who's bothering my son.

I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand what you're saying.

Okay, okay. My son, are you doing well? No.

How are you, my boy? I am not doing well.

I'm not following, sir.

Dad!

Okay.

How are you? Metro? Yes?

Line 5, line 1, line 5, line 1...

Croque Madam? Croque Monsieur?

Yes?

-Good day! -Good day.

Good evening.

Listen, I talked to her, and I told her this can't happen again.

And about Christoph, I told her to tell him to watch it.

She apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again,

and she'll learn what every note and every color means by tomorrow...

Dad, that's not the teacher, that's Nicola's mother.

That's right.

Uri, what's wrong?

Why won't he speak?

He's upset. He has a bully at preschool.

If he bullies me again, I'll hit him.

Oh, no! Hitting is wrong.

Hitting is for people who can't use their words.

-I'll punch him. -Hey!

We use our words in this house, we don't hit.

-Did you hear me? -That's right. Okay?

Hey.

"Dad"

Hello?

Who is it?

What do you mean? You called me, Dad.

Great, honey. Right. How are you doing?

Dad, fix the camera so we can see your face.

You already know it. It's nothing to write home about.

-Listen, cutie. I'm coming to see you. -You're what?

I actually wanted to surprise you, but then I figured,

"who's going to pick me up from the airport?"

Hold on, Dad, what airport? Are you flying in?

Yes, I found a ticket for 140 dollars.

I found it on this website, "Last Minute Flights."

Hold on, Dad. When are you coming?

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

I'll stay two days, say "hi" and go home.

Do you have running water?

For you, Ovadya, we have everything. Always.

No, I don't need everything. Only water.

-You can't beat water. -Ovadya, Ovadya.

Save a night for us, okay?

I know some great restaurants around Paris.

Who is that?

-It's Francois. -Francois who?

Francois, it's Francois.

Oh, Francois! Why didn't you say Francois?

-Say "hi" to Rachelle. -How are you, Ovadya?

Who's that over there? Rachelle?

Alright, Dad. Let's talk later, I'll get your flight information.

-What? I didn't catch that. -Bye.

How wonderful! Grandpa's coming!

Dad!

Dad!

Hey! Here I am!

How are you doing?

-So you're here, huh? -See that?

Wonderful. Hey, what's the deal here?

-What do you mean? -This is just like Gaza.

There's nothing but Arabs here.

-It's for you, to make you feel at home. -Yeah?

Are you tired, or would you like to take a walk around the city?

Sure, let's take a walk.

What can I do sitting at home? Look at your face?

-I already know what it looks like. -Great.

I got you a boat ticket. We can go on a tour, have a bite to eat,

-see the tower, the Louvre, all of it. -Great, but first,

I have the address for the original store.

I want to buy that part for the blender. It's made in France.

You're joking, right?

The blender your mother uses to make her leek cakes,

that part broke off it.

-Dad. -What?

What blender are you talking about? You're in Paris.

So what? Here's the address right here.

-Dad, that's all the way across town. -So? It's in Paris, right?

We'll go there, take care of it, and then we'll get on your boat,

and see the museums and the towers, the Louvres, whatever you want.

Come on, let's go.

Come on! Let's not waste time.

What?

"Ferme."

-What does that mean? -They're closed today.

Look at that. This is where you live now.

These French people don't like to work.

So let's go to the boat.

No, Dad, it's too late now. Let's go pick up Uri.

Oh, great. Even better.

There's Uri.

Uri! Uri, honey! Look who's here!

Uri, look who's...

What's wrong, sweetie?

Hey. Look who's here. Grandpa's here to see you.

Uri!

What is it?

-Did he pick on you again? -Yes.

-What's wrong? -He has a bully.

Uri, cutie, listen to me.

Next time he picks on you, let him have it. Go at him hard.

Dad! Dad.

-This isn't Yemima's kindergarten. -Alright, fine.

Didn't Mom speak to your teacher?

She did, but it didn't do any good.

Come with me, come on. Get up. Hold your head up high. Come on.

I'll take care of this right now. Come on.

-Let's go. -Where are we going?

Come on, let's go.

-Where are we going? -Hold on.

There. Excuse me? Excuse me?

Excuse me?

-Excuse me, hello. -Hello.

My son isn't well, okay?

Pardon? Not...?

Hold on.

-What's wrong? -Hold on a second.

"There's a kid who's hitting..."

-Hello. -Alright.

Listen.

There's a child in Christoph, to my boy is beaten, my son we are scared.

I'm sorry, I don't understand...

Tell your wife to talk to me, okay?

What's the matter?

Just a minute, Dad. I'm trying to explain something.

But you're embarrassing the boy.

-Don't you speak English? English? -No, I don't speak English.

Why?

You're in France. Learn French.

What was that?

What's with him? What is it?

-Come on, Dad. Let's go. -Where are we going?

Let's go home.

He's asleep. He's such a sweet boy.

Well? When will you make a few more like him?

Soon.

Are you getting any help from anyone? Are you getting fertility treatments?

Ask your parents. I bet they know a serious doctor.

You're not kids anymore.

Don't worry, Ovadya. We're working on it.

You'll get your granddaughter soon.

Good.

So what are your plans for tomorrow? Will you go on cruise on the Seine?

Of course.

But first we'll get that part for the mixer.

You're not letting this mixer thing go, huh, Dad?

Only if you've got the time.

Do you need to work tomorrow?

-If you need to work... -No, Dad, I'm all yours.

I told you, I took some time off so I could spend some time with you.

I'll go get your room ready.

No, I've seen your room. It's messy. You haven't settled in yet.

I'll just crash on the couch here. There's a game tonight.

Okay. I'll go get you a blanket.

Thank you for coming, Ovadya.

Thank you for calling me.

Hey. Peek-a-boo.

Hey.

-What? -Guess.

What, right now?

No, not right now.

But my dad's here.

He fell asleep.

I missed you.

Me, too.

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Are you okay?

He didn't just come here. I know it. He's worried.

You're driving yourself crazy.

So what?

So he sees that I don't have a job?

Let's go to bed.

I can't be bothered with this, dammit.

I can't handle him.

Maybe we should just skip dinner with your parents tomorrow.

-It's not his thing. -Okay.

Okay.

We'll go to Said and have couscous. Okay?

It'll be simpler.

So?

What do we do now?

We missed the boat.

It's fine. We'll take the next one.

Let's sit down. My feet are killing me.

Look.

Look how much money he's making.

Lots and lots of money.

That's too bad. You should have been a harmonica player like him.

When's the next cruise? I need to take a leak.

We're not going on any cruise, Dad.

And why would I play on the street?

Am I unemployed or something?

When are we having dinner with Annabelle's parents?

At six.

-Are they buying? -Yes.

Good.

So I won't eat till then.

Let's go. Come on, let's go.

And, Dad, please, no politics.

I'm a Labor Party man.

Okay, but please let's talk about something else for a change.

What I'm saying is if anyone claims to have another solution,

other than the Two States solution, they're wrong.

They're wrong and misleading.

-That's right. -I'm telling you, I grew up with them.

You have to know how to talk to them.

Exactly right. We just need to talk.

Those people who say, "Let's just throw them out of here,"

they're confused.

That's right, and that's the problem.

They don't look reality in the eye in Israel.

-It's too bad. -Right, and those people,

they won't want a country 20 years from now,

but they will want an ID card.

And then we'll really be screwed.

It's the same as here. In Paris.

I say, get rid of them right now.

Take your Gaza and your Nablus, and stay there.

And leave us alone. Am I wrong?

Dad, do you like the couscous?

Yes, it's okay. Not bad.

But the meat isn't cooked well. It's tough. It's hard to swallow.

Excuse me, dear,

tell the cook that the food is very good.

Just like my late mother's.

But the meat is tough.

It's important to let it sit in its own juices overnight.

This is a muscle cut.

You speak Arabic. Where are you from?

-Tripoli. -Right. Are you a cook?

I've been a cook for 40 years!

-I'll go tell my husband. -Thank you.

-Do you need anything else? -No, we're fine. Thank you.

Excuse me, Ovadya. What did you ask her?

I didn't ask her anything, I told her the meat is a little tough,

and that it doesn't go down your throat easily.

Grandpa's right. The meat is tough.

So how do you like Paris, Ovadya? Are you enjoying yourself?

What can I tell you? Buildings, sidewalks, trees, cars?

We have those in Petach-Tikwa, too.

He didn't like the city as much as he liked the appliance stores.

You only think about blenders...

How was preschool today, Uri?

Did you make up with that boy who was picking on you?

I hit him. I took a pan from the kitchen and hit him on the nose.

-No! Really? Did you really hit him? -Yes.

What? But I asked you not to hit anyone, didn't I?

He stopped picking on me after I hit him.

But I told you hitting is not allowed, didn't I?

-We don't hit, do we? -Grandpa said hitting is allowed.

Dad, did you tell him hitting is allowed?

Of course. And it's a good thing he did it, too.

Dad, I asked you to tell him hitting is wrong, didn't I?

-So why did you tell him it was allowed? -Why?

Do you think your son is special?

Is he such a saint that he can't hit someone when they bully him?

-Dad, enough of that. -Didn't you hit other boys

when you were a child, if they were picking on you?

Stop it, Dad!

And Francois, didn't you hit boys at school?

Haven't you ever hit a bully?

Dad, I asked you to stay out of it. Stop it!

So you asked and I intervened. What's the big deal?

I won't let my grandson be a pushover at his preschool.

And I got that part for the blender for your mother, not for me.

Now, eat up and calm down, and don't lecture your father.

Your shame...

It is your problem, not mine.

I'm sorry for...

Lashing out like that. Everyone, enjoy your meal.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Are we good here?

Yes, everything is delicious, Said. Simply wonderful.

Are you a cook, sir?

I don't have your devilish hands, but yes, I am.

Thank you!

-Would you like to step into my kitchen? -Gladly, my friend.

I'll be right back.

Listen, buddy, you're killing the meat.

-Look. -Is this the meat?

He's killing the meat.

-Let it sit in its own liquids overnight. -For more than an hour?

Until it's as soft as margarine.

All night long.

He doesn't get it. That meat is done for.

That's it. It's ruined.

Do you think that Uber gentile

will remember to take me to the airport tomorrow?

Yes, you nag. Don't worry.

Thanks for coming, Dad.

It's been brief.

I think I could stand you for a few more days.

I could postpone my flight.

I could stay a few days longer.

I'm only kidding, honey.

I'll go back to your mother, you'll go back to your work here.

It'll be okay. Just make sure to answer my calls every morning,

even if you're at work.

I don't actually work here, Dad.

I'm here for her.

Look at her, she's opening up here.

So enjoy it.

And stop being a pain in the ass.

It'll be hard at first, but then it'll be even harder.

But you'll get over it. You'll get used to it.

I've been thinking...

What is it?

I'll take the job at the synagogue.

What are you doing?

Is that you?

It's my dad. Dad!

-Ovadya! -Yes, dear.

Dad!

You're using the wrong remote! Dad!

Dad, that's our remote, it's not for the TV!

What's wrong with this remote? It doesn't switch the channels.

Dad, you're using the wrong...

It needs new batteries.