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a youth hostel or something.

- youth hostel?

- Stay in a hotel.

- Mais voyons donc!

- Stay in a hotel.

- Well, l can't afford it.

Dad cut me off!

- Completely?

- Yes.

- What a Nazi.

- Don't call your father a Nazi.

- Well, he is a Nazi!

- Don't say that word!

- Whatever, Ma.

You're not even Jewish.

- Hey! Sarah!

You're Jewish enough for me.

- You're proud of yourself?

Teaching your sister to talk that way?

- l didn't say anything!

- You don't have to.

She doesn't talk that way

when you're not around.

- Makes perfect sense.

She's never said "Nazi."

- l don't want to hear

that word in my house!

- Freedom of speech is

an inalienable right

that you, sir,

have neither the authority

nor the wherewithal

to do away with!

- Stop yelling!

- ls it gonna be every summer

he comes home,

he turns my daughter

against me?

- Oh, David!

- Dad.

- l don't have to turn anybody

against you!

- l see.

- They're free to see the face

of oppression!

- The oppression

that pays for school?

- l hate that boarding school.

- Suddenly, you hate the school.

- Suddenly?

l always hated that school.

- Words have consequences.

l hope you're prepared for that.

- Leon?

- l'm leaving. l'm leaving.

- Can you just wait a minute, please?

He's so upset when you fight!

- Oh, don't defend him!

- Fine.

O... l want you to take this.

- l--l told you!

- lt's not Daddy's!

lt's mine.

You're my only stepson that l love.

nd it's gonna kill me if l think that

you're sleeping in a shelter

with homeless people

peeing on you.

- Homeless people peeing on me?

- Yeah.

- Jesus. Yeah, O.., Ma.

- O...

Oh, t'es fin! T'es fin!

l want you to

do me another favour.

- Mm-hmm?

- l want you to come

on Friday for Shabbat.

- Oh! l...

l--l--l don't want

to eat with that man.

- For me.

Do it for me. Please?

- l'll make all your favourites.

- Shepherd's pie?

- Oui.

Merci, mon chou.

- l love you very much, mom.

e careful.

- Bien sr.

- O..?

- Hmm.

- Thank you very much

for not pissing on me.

- xcuse me, sir.

re you Frank McGovern?

- Yeah.

- Oh, l'm so glad you're here.

- l'm not here. l'm leaving.

l'll be back this afternoon.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Uh, we need to talk now.

Um, unfortunately, neither of us

has any choice in the matter.

lt's fate.

l mean it's...

not just that the conditions

were deplorable,

which they were,

believe you me.

Certain people weren't being

given a full hour for lunch,

let alone any semblance

of a break.

l mean, are we in

the industrial revolution?

Have these people never heard

of the Reform ill of 1832?

This is all to say

- that each of these ills seem

- union.

- nd so you staged

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