Disobedience

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In the beginning,

Hashem made

three types of creatures,

the angels,

the beasts,

and the human beings.

The angels, He made

from His pure word.

The angels have

no will to do evil.

They cannot deviate for one

moment from His purpose.

The beasts have only their

instincts to guide them.

They, too,

follow the commands of their maker.

The Torah states

that Hashem spent almost

six whole days of creation

fashioning these creatures.

Then, just before sunset,

He took a small

quantity of earth

and from it He fashioned

man and woman.

An afterthought?

Or His crowning achievement?

So, what is this thing?

Man?

Woman?

It is a being with

the power to disobey.

Alone among

all the creatures

we have free will.

We hang suspended

between the clarity

of the angels

and the desires

of the beasts.

Hashem gave us choice,

which is both a privilege and a burden.

We must then choose

the tangled life

we live.

Call an ambulance.

Rav.

Rav.

Open your eyes.

Take a breath.

And so you were 15 when you first...

First got a tattoo?

That one really hurt.

That one hurt,

and it was Jesus there.

- Jesus really hurt.

- Mmm-hmm.

It's lovely.

Are you getting

what you need?

This is fantastic, yeah.

Thank you. Are you all right?

I'll need a smoke

in a bit.

Mmm-hmm.

Five more minutes?

I got it.

Mmm-hmm.

Chin down a little bit.

That's lovely when

you smile a little bit.

- Ronnie.

- Not now.

Ronnie.

You need to speak

to this man.

Hello there.

- Yes.

- Is Dovid here?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

Rabbi, there's

someone here to see you.

- Who is it?

- She didn't say.

Thanks, Naomi.

Dovid.

Ronit.

Ronit.

We weren't expecting you.

No?

- I thought...

- May you live a long life.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

Did you come straight

from the airport?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll go to a hotel.

There's people here

to honor the Rav.

Right.

You okay?

Yeah.

How did he die?

Pneumonia, finally.

I'll just find a place

to put these.

- Take this.

- I'll be back.

- Right.

- Thank you.

Yeah.

Hello.

Hello.

Ronit.

- Fruma?

- It's really you!

Moshe.

Ronit, you're here.

Of course you're here.

Oh.

Hello.

Fruma.

Ronit.

Uncle Hartog.

How are you?

I'm all right.

May you live a long life.

Yeah. Take your coat off.

Come on, and the scarf...

- No, I'm keeping this.

- And the gloves.

Fruma.

So,

you came.

Are you all right?

Have you

got any coffee?

- Can I have some?

- Come.

Do you still take it black?

- Yeah, thanks.

I'll get a cab in a bit.

Stay here, Ronit.

Oh, no, that's all right.

Thank you.

Stay here.

Really?

Thanks.

Hmm.

So you came to...

To mourn the Rav.

Why else would I be here?

You were never

very predictable.

Are you still

angry with me?

You left very suddenly.

You married?

Mmm.

When did that happen?

A while ago.

Say more. Who is she?

Do I know her?

Oh, God, it's

not Hinda, is it?

Dovid, you didn't marry

Hinda of Hendon, did you?

Oh, you did. You did, you married Hinda.

Oh, sh*t, Dovid, no.

No.

- No, I didn't marry Hinda.

- Well, that's good.

Although that does leave about 20

women out there identical to Hinda.

- Why are they all exactly the same?

- Don't be cruel.

Hello, Esti.

Ronit. How are you?

I'm, um,

- here, which is strange.

- Mmm-hmm.

How are you?

Uh, may you live

a long life.

Thank you.

You look very, uh,

- New York.

- Well...

Goodness, you look

very frum, Esti.

Shall I take

more food out?

Don't, leave it, let's talk.

Why doesn't

- Dovid's wife do it?

- When she appears.

So who is

Mrs. Kuperman, Esti?

Do we approve?

Ronit was going

to go to a hotel,

but I told her she

should stay with us.

Ah, yes, yes. You must.

Yeah, I'll fold down the bed

in the spare room.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

It's fine.

You're married.

Yes.

Yes we are, Ronit.

Nobody told me.

Why didn't you

let me know?

You disappeared.

Wow.

Okay.

Congratulations.

No, no,

please. Please.

- Come.

- Okay.

The Hesped is going

to be a big event.

You and Esti

got married?

It was always

the three of us.

Yeah, you went away.

Left the two of us.

Well, I would have come over,

if you'd told me he was ill.

The Rav didn't

want you to know.

He became very frail at the end.

He probably

didn't want you

to see him like that.

You still should

have called me.

This week has been

harsh, Ronit.

Hmm? Please?

My father just died.

I know.

I know, I was there.

Well,

at least you let me know

he was dead.

It's important that this week

is conducted with honor.

Honor?

It's the most

important thing.

Of course it is.

Sorry, it's

a bit of a mess.

- I'll get you some hangers.

- - Thanks.

What?

I look older?

- I wasn't thinking that.

- Mmm.

I look tired.

We all do.

Esti, do you think

I should stay somewhere else?

Do what you want.

Do the windows open?

No.

Uh, if you want to smoke

you need to go downstairs.

Here.

I brought you

an extra blanket.

"Rav Krushka's

untimely death

"is a crushing blow

to Anglo-Jewry.

"He was a giant of the faith.

"Sadly, he left

no children."

Lazy journalism.

- That would have upset the Rav.

- Childless.

It was probably written

by some 12-year-old reporter.

Forget about it.

Everybody loves him

so much.

I used to wonder if I loved him as

much as all those strangers did.

Sometimes I used to wonder

if I loved him at all.

- You're his daughter.

- Mmm-hmm.

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