Hello Goodbye

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We should've taken the elevator.

It wasn't that narrow.

A mezuzah...

What's your colleague's name again?

Saint Alban.

Never have guessed.

Hang on... Here.

Thanks.

Good evening.

Pleased to meet you.

I've heard so much about you.

Yes. I brought you some wine.

Thanks. Is it kosher?

No, it's an Anglus.

Never mind.

We'll drink it later.

Come on.

- Here we are.

- Smells good.

We're in for a treat.

Here.

- You left your son alone?

- He's 27 years old.

That's no reason, it's Friday.

It's Shabbat.

Hon, get the challah

out of the oven.

Khadija,

the challah, please!

Alain, you say the prayer.

- No...

- Yes, you're the guest.

- No, really...

- Go on.

- I don't have my glasses.

- Use mine.

- No...

- Leave him alone.

- He's not Jewish.

- Mom!

- He's not.

- Mom, are you from the Gestapo?

What's your name?

Gaash. With 2 'a's.

That's not Jewish.

- It is. It's Ashkenazi.

- Is it?

It's very rare.

You don't have to reply.

It comes from Lithuania.

You're not Jewish.

Mam!

I converted for our wedding.

I'll say the prayer.

You're not circumcised.

No.

My parents thought

it was too barbaric.

You see, he's not Jewish.

What was all that about?

They restaged the Nuremberg Trials!

I'm as Jewish as he is.

Just 'cause I can't read Hebrew...

if there's a raid,

they'll take me, too!

And me?

Sure, you too, honey.

You're going, too.

We'll all be gassed together.

Don't overdo it.

He's the one

who changed his name.

He's the one hiding.

I'm not ashamed of my origins.

I was born a Gaash, I'll die a Gaash!

Mind you,

Saint Alban is pretty smart.

I mean, Benchemoul Clinic

doesn't sound too great.

Your son's at reception

to see you.

I can't. I have a delivery.

Dad, spare a minute?

I need a word.

- Am I disturbing you?

- Shoot.

You know

that Gladys and I are in love.

Yeah, yeah.

- You like her, don't you?

- Yeah.

We're getting married.

- Who?

- Me and Gladys.

Ah, Gladys? Is she well?

The marriage...

I wanted you to know first.

Why me?

We were going to use St. Roch...

- Coming!

- But it's too small.

The Madeleine has a great choir.

- Why do you want a choir?

- Dad!

I'm so happy!

Calm down.

Deep breaths.

My son's marrying in church.

I didn't see him grow up.

Nor did I. And yet I was there.

Jesus was an Israelite, too,

to start with...

We all come from the same branch.

Yes. We're all like monkeys!

An anchovy pastry, Mr. Sapin?

I love Woody Allen.

And Einstein! Not everyone

could invent the relativity theory.

True, true...

Did you see Dad?

No idea where he is.

He must be off, getting drunk.

Well, that's it! We lost him.

Who?

Nicolas.

First Gisle,

now Gladys...

Couldn't she be called Rachel?

Gisle converted.

- She even chose the synagogue.

- Very nice of her, I'm sure.

You know what I mean,

they're not like us.

No, I don't.

Do they eat their children?

There's no need to be rude.

Ah, yes, I remember now.

Gisle wakes up,

hairs sprouting all over,

and rubs her bare body

against crosses, singing Wagner!

- You've drunk too much.

- No, not enough!

Not enough, Mom.

That was close.

Aren't you sick of it?

Only 2 games left.

I mean of your job,

your patients,

the apartment and everything?

Is it because of Nicolas?

He'll always love you...

We'll grow old and die.

That's all that's left.

C'mon, honey.

Let's finish the game, OK?

- We have it all.

- Isn't that what you wanted?

But it can't carry on like this.

- Ready?

- Yes.

Let's just finish the game.

- We're going cold.

- Just a minute.

Do you want to go

on a little trip somewhere?

Far away.

Leave everything behind,

start over.

We could go to...

I don't know, Chile?

Visit Valparaiso. I hear

the meat's excellent over there.

Just opposite

is Robinson Crusoe's Island.

Or we could visit New Zealand,

the Marquesas Islands

or Bora Bora?

No, I want to go to Israel.

- Let's stop then.

- Israel? Coming!

Happy birthday!

It's in 2 months...

It came in early.

The dealer couldn't keep it.

Lovely, isn't she?

Go on, get in.

Smell that? It smells new.

Look at this. Leather upholstery,

bucket seats...

Automatic gearbox which slips

into manual when you want some fun.

And best of all...

an electric top!

Imagine, it's raining,

the wipers are going.

Monotony, boredom...

And... Oh! All of a sudden,

a ray of sunlight.

Hey presto, press the button,

open the top... Bliss!

The open air!

It takes 6 seconds to open.

Like her?

I thought all this was over.

What about Israel?

Israel?

Oh, yes, Israel. Sure!

Yeah, sure.

This is extra. Try her out.

Go on.

I'll watch you.

Gisle!

Are you OK, Gisle?

Much better!

A chauffeur...

Trying to win me over?

What are you doing?

It says Gash. Is your name Gash?

Of course it is.

Who do they think they are?

- Seriously? Gash?

- Yes, but with 2 'a's.

A palm tree!

Lovely.

So, there were Gashes in Bulgaria?

- Lithuania.

- Bet they didn't eat couscous!

Is it your first time in Israel, too?

Are you nuts?

It's my second home.

No, it is my home.

Israel runs in my veins.

Israel is my blood.

Israel is my life.

We honeymooned here.

And now, our aliyah!

We have the apartment, passport...

We're real Israelis.

And the kids' future is here.

Why are all those girls in fatigues

thumbing a lift?

They're doing military service.

- I don't wanna do that.

- You'll do as you're told!

Don't worry, hon,

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