A Stranger Among Us Page #5

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Is that like a Rabbi?

It's more than a Rabbi.

A Hassidic Rebbe is a great presence.

He's kinda old to be

your father, isn't he?

The Rebbe adopted us. Our parents

were killed in a car accident.

What about the Rebbe's family?

His wife and children

died in the camps.

- Camps?

- The Rebbe was at Auschwitz.

I can't believe what I said to him.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- Why did you become a police...

- Person?

Person.

My old man was a cop.

So, you had no choice.

Leah, I do what I want to,

when I want to.

I am an independent woman.

Okay?

- Spectacularly happy, I might add.

- Of course.

- What do you want to be

when you grow up, Leah?

- A wife, a mother.

That's it?

But, Emily, what

could be more important?

War!

I gotta tell ya.

I'm getting really sick of this game.

Ah!

How's the diamond gig?

It's, um, it's different.

- They like, weird?

- No, they're not weird.

They're nice people. Sh*t!

They're very nice people.

They got a lot of rules.

You know those fringes the men wear

at the bottom. They're called tzitzit.

Now pay attention. This is important.

This is from the Kabbalah.

It's very mystical. It's numerology.

Ariel told me all this stuff.

- Who?

- Ariel, he's the Rebbe's son.

- No kiddin'.

- Oh, come on.

I'm like this untouchable

"shiksa," okay? Come on.

Come on!

Anyway, this

numerology thing. Now...

every letter in the Hebrew alphabet

has a numerical equivalent.

The word "tzitzit"

comes out to 600.

But with all the knots

in them it comes out to 613.

It's very cool sh*t, I mean, stuff.

War!

- What about the doers?

- Inside, definitely.

- My contact with Hassids --

- Hassidim:
one, Hassid; many, Hassidim.

Excuse me. What little contact

I've had, they are not doers.

I know it.

So you got any suggestions?

I mean, this isn't exactly

an exciting lifestyle I'm living.

I look like an ad for Laura Ashley.

It's funny, we been together on and off

what, four years?

Whole time, I never even knew

what color your hair was.

- You look, uh --

- What?

Radiant... you look radiant, Emily.

[ Sighing ]

- So who's running the thing?

- I don't know. It's over here.

Can I help you?

- What's new and exciting?

- Holy smoke.

- I thought you were like uh --

- Like a what?

- Come on, Marden.

- Like a lady.

You still got a great ass, Eden.

- I need a contact.

- One of the Jewish cops.

What about you, Levine?

Yeah, I'm Jewish.

Know what that means?

I eat bagels on Sunday mornings.

Besides, those people

are a friggin' embarrassment.

AJewish anti-Semite,

that's very nice, Levine.

- This is my case, Lou.

- Okay. Levine rides shotgun.

Why not Marden?

Nothing personal, Eden.

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