Family Commitments (Familie verpflichtet)

JEWISH REPORTER

Good morning, Mrs Silverman.

I don't know what's good about it.

More innocent Jews lost their lives last week at the hands of your people.

All criminals.

ART GALLERY SILVERMAN

Come on.

Play on.

Thank you. - How does it go?

Thank you, headmistress.

OK, play on.

Keep going.

That's it for today.

Stupid, or what? Play properly. - You lost the ball!

Being cocky, are you? - Stop it.

This poof lost us the match! - I'm not gay. - That's enough!

Which side are you on, Cousin Khaled? - Kemal.

Kemal.

FAMILY COMMITMENTS

What is this? - Mummy, what are you doing here?

What's this Arab crap doing here? In my house. It's an outrage.

Khaled's father gave him that when he was born.

The "Eye of Fatima".

Are you nuts?

It's such heartache for a mother.

I'll never hold a grandchild in my arms.

My own son a feygele and, to top it all, with an Arab!

What did I do to deserve this?

I love Khaled and you won't change that.

And drop that silly Yiddish.

The language of our forefathers is not silly. I cherish it. I'm even taking lessons.

At night school.

Leave the key. - I've put your shirts away.

What just happened mustn't happen in your exam, Mr Aledrissi.

Mrs Spoonbill.

That was a clear case of homophobia. You must address it.

I just want you to pass.

You don't have anything against gays? - Me? No.

It's hot in here.

It's a jungle out there. You have to be a predator to survive.

A tiger.

I can show you how.

I'm sure of that... Mrs Spoonbill.

I have to go and teach.

Nils. Nils.

Nils!

Struggled with the empty canvas all night again?

Piss off!

You wouldn't dare.

How did it go? - He threw a bottle at me.

Don't put up with his theatrics. - What can I do?

Nils is our best artist. - The only one.

These fabric collages aren't doing so well.

A pity, I like them.

Maier rang again. He wants to call by. - No way. Nils hasn't painted a single stroke yet.

Oh God! - What's that?

Just two weeks to go. - What?

It's fake. I've got an audition.

It's my preparation. - Really?

You haven't filmed in ages. - I haven't been paid for ages.

You know how things are right now.

Oh, the coffee!

Why do we need 60 kilos of coffee... for 3,000 euros?

60 kilos for the price of 40.

To create an ambience for our clients. You'll never grasp it.

Bills, nothing but bills.

Oh, Hayat,

I have to do everything by myself.

The restaurant, the children...

Who's this?

Hello, Baba.

What's up?

Our landlords are dead. - What?

That's terrible. - The house belongs to the Jewish Community now.

They're terminating our lease. Look, signed "Lea Silverman".

Lea Silverman. That's the mother of Khaled's...

flatmate.

Darling.

You didn't forget. - Our second anniversary!

I'm so glad we found each other. - I feel the same.

You're the best man in the world.

These are beautiful.

You've bought yourself another new suit?

Not just myself.

Lots of love on our anniversary.

Outrageous! I fixed everything all these years.

The pipes, the electricity, walls.

And now! - I know, the house would be a ruin, if it weren't for you.

Why didn't you extend the lease? - Don't nit-pick.

We have to talk to Khaled.

I paid for his studies, so he has to help me.

Sure it's such a good idea to just show up at Khaled's?

Allah, Allah, what did I do wrong?

Why is my own daughter against me?

You look great, darling.

Do you think so?

Isn't it a bit tight?

No, it fits perfectly.

It must've cost a fortune.

Nothing is too expensive for you.

Because...

Do you remember?

How could I forget that night?

A shit song. - Shit song.

David.

Khaled Abdul Kassabah Aledrissi,

the last two years have been the best of my life.

So I want to ask you...

will you marry me?

Khaled. - Baba!

Why are you here? - I must speak to you.

What is it?

What's with the funny suit?

I was looking for something to wear when I gain official teacher status

and thought I'd borrow a suit from David.

It doesn't look nice.

It looks gay. - I like it.

You're right, Baba.

Thanks, David, but I'll look for something plainer.

A golden opportunity to show your true colours.

Khaled,

you have to look at this letter.

Yes, Baba.

Sorry.

"We hope you understand. Kind regards, Lea Silverman."

That's David's mother. I'll talk to her.

I'll come with you. - No.

You go home and I'll be in touch.

That was delicious, especially the dessert.

The good of our community is very close to my heart.

Mrs Silverman.

Did you write this letter? - Who are you?

This is my father. It's about your letter to him.

You can't just terminate my lease.

I certainly can. There's a term to this lease.

The term has expired. - All lies.

"All lies." World conspiracy, right?

The Jews are always to blame. - Lea, let's be objective.

I'm a simple man who eams an honest living. - Yes.

And uses the money to support Hamas.

Who then send their suicide bombers to Jerusalem

to kill our people. - That's rubbish! I'm a pacifist.

I want nothing to do with you militants.

Baba. - Why does your wife have to wear a headscarf?

She's still a child.

He's my father! What I wear on my head

has nothing to do with you. Come on, we're going, Baba. - Yes, we're going.

But you haven't heard the last of this, Mrs Silverman.

The things one has to tolerate outside one's own front door.

It's unbelievable. Come on, Schlomo.

Sorry, darling. It wasn't the right moment.

It seemed the perfect opportunity.

I have to tell him gently.

Anyway, your mother's messed things up.

My mother? What's my mother got to do with it?

My father's landlords have left the place to the Jewish Community

represented by your mother.

She wants to throw him out.

What's that to do with you coming out? - David.

You know what's at stake. My family matters to me. -Your family...

I'm sick of it!

So what am I? - You?

Yes.

You, David,

are the love of my life.

Oh, Khaled.

I can't take it anymore.

All this hiding. We can never kiss in public or cuddle in the cinema.

What can I do?

Come out, Khaled.

I asked you a simple question earlier. Yes or no?

Hello, David. - Do we know each other?

We met last autumn at an exhibition at the Jewish Museum in Berlin.

"Get Lost." - Sorry?

The title of the exhibition.

Oh, yes, I remember. Hannah, isn't it?

Sarah. - Sarah, exactly.

A budding painter? - Yes.

Sorry, come in. I'm a bit all over the place at the moment.

This is Khaled.

Sarah. We know each other from Berlin. - Hello, Sarah. - Hi.

Hang on, I'll help you with your rucksack.

When's it due? - In two weeks.

Lovely. Boy or a girl? - A boy.

Great photos. - Yes, those were the days.

When anything seemed possible.

Can I get you a drink? - Water. Thanks.

Who's the lucky man?

He doesn't know he's the father yet.

Then it's time he does, right?

That's why I'm here.

Oh, he lives in Hanover?

You didn't want to go directly to him? I see.

I didn't dare phone in advance.

I want to give the baby up for adoption but I need the father's signature.

Oh dear!

You're the father.

What?

Khaled, she's lying. I'm 100% gay. Nothing happens with me around women.

Thanks.