Eleanor the Great

Bessie. Bess.

Wake up. We overslept.

Oy.

You look tired.

Thanks.

She's been looking at this Moishe for a long time.

I noticed.

Problem is he doesn't look at her.

She looks at him.

Did you know that they're renovating the elevator?

You know what happened?

Four times I got stuck there.

- Me. Why me? - Wow.

I was yelling.

I was hitting the button.

"Somebody, come help."

No. Nothing.

-Nothing, nothing, nothing. -Ugh. Oh.

This is the last time this is happening.

We're going to sue them.

- Let's see how that feels. - Oh.

They won't like it,

but it'll be a nice, new elevator when it's fixed.

That's true.

That is true.

I tell you, I saw her the other day.

- Blonde. - Rebecca?

Yeah.

Suddenly, she became a blondie.

To think that she's gonna find somebody,

she's gonna marry...

Well, you can't say when love might happen.

Oh, no. Gives me heartburn.

You always say that.

-The kosher place is, um... -You like... you like that?

-Oh, yes. -Okay.

-Best chicken in the world. -Mm.

Okay. All right.

-We'll go rest for a while. -Oh, my goodness.

Oh, you're in good shape, Bessie.

So are you.

What are we gonna have for dinner tonight?

Chicken.

Excuse me.

Where are the Claussen's Kosher?

They're supposed to be right here.

I guess we're out.

Hello.

Uh, do... do you have in the back maybe?

Well, we have a bunch of other pickles right here,

and, honestly, I think all pickles taste the same.

Excuse me?

Eleanor. No.

Are you listening to this? "All pickles are the same."

I heard.

Hey...

"Charlie."

Nice name.

How long you been working here, Charlie?

I don't know, like... few weeks?

That's cute.

Well, yesterday was delivery day.

And you know how I know that?

Because we've been coming here every Friday

for the last 16 years.

Can you count to 16, Charlie?

-Well, of course I... -Ah!

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna go to the back.

Bessie, point to the back so Charlie doesn't get lost.

You're gonna turn left at the shampoo.

Go all the way down the aisle.

Now, I know it's complicated, Charlie, but stay with me,

and you'll find the pickles that my friend needs, okay?

Okay, go fetch.

Look at you.

Do either of you ever smile?

-Hitler took my smile. -Mine, too.

Oh, please.

Do you have something to say?

You're from the Bronx, Eleanor.

Yeah, does that mean that I can't be sad

about the Holocaust?

Bessie, tell Ivan I can be sad about the Holocaust.

She can be sad about the Holocaust.

But it's not the same. You weren't there.

Well, neither were you.

I never said I was.

Bessie, is Ivan yelling at me?

Bessie? Bessie!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stern.

Rounds are taking a little longer than expected,

but the doctor shouldn't be more than an hour.

You have no idea, have you?

The Stern Wing of Neurology.

Bessie Stern.

Oh.

Oh, my God. I am so sorry.

I'll page the doctor immediately.

-That's okay. Thank you. -Uh, she's concussed.

Don't listen to her. That'll be great.

And some ice pops. Red ones, two each.

Come on. It's a common last name.

How's she gonna know?

You have to stop doing that, El.

You're interesting enough.

You don't have to lie about who you are.

It's not a real lie.

I mean, I'm not hurting anyone.

Besides, I'm lying about who you are.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm interesting enough, too.

My God, Bessie.

Roger's back.

Welcome back.

I'm Roger Davis,

and this is The Fabric of New York.

In a heartwarming tale of reconciliation...

Why, he doesn't seem sad?

You know what? He is sad. He's just brave.

Ah.

Oh, and handsome. Oy, oy, oy.

A little gaunt.

Mm. Remember how much weight you lost after Harry died?

Best I ever looked.

Oh.

His wife was Jewish, you know?

I heard. From you.

Terrible about what happened to her, though.

Happens to all of us.

Not everyone gets to be a hundred.

Stop that.

You're gonna be fine.

Taking a trip, Eleanor?

Moving home, actually.

To New York? You?

Well, you know, my daughter's been begging me

to move in with her for the longest time.

You mean the kid who's hooked on Adderall

or the one who doesn't talk to you?

Nice knowing you, Clarice.

Oh, say goodbye to Melvin for me.

Ah.

Oh, we had such a wonderful time the other night.

He's very strong.

You're so full of shit, Eleanor.

Yeah?

How long's Bubbe staying?

Uh, I'm... like, I'm thinking a month or two.

You know, I need to convince her that she's better off

living in one of those, um...

-One... One of the... -Uh, stop it.

-She always loves your ideas. -Max, give me a break.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh. Hey, hey.

- Hey. - Hi.

-Hey. -Hey.

I see you.

I can help you with this.

No. No, no, it's fine.

Oh, boy.

-Oh, thank you. -Yeah.

Oh.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Great. How was your flight?

Is she feeding you? What's going on?

Are you cold?

No, we're inside, Ma. He's not cold.

You cut your hair, I see.

-Yeah. You like it? -Yeah.

I liked it better when it was long.

-So, where's the car? -Uh, we're taking an Uber.

-Oh. So, Dave got the car? -No, that's not what I said.

So, Maxie, did your dad

-get the car? -Um, it...

Anyway, hold that thought.

I'm going to the bathroom,

and you can tell me all about it in the Uber.

She's gonna live forever.

I know.

First time here?

God, no.

I lived in the Bronx for 40 years

before my husband and I moved to Florida.

Well, in that case, welcome home.

Never lived in Manhattan, though.

I'm 94 years old,

and I'm moving to Manhattan for the first time today.

I live in Staten.

My condolences.

Tell me again, why do you live here?

Oh, this is a great apartment, Ma.

Thanks.

We're practically eating dinner

smack-dab in the middle of the FDR.

The fumes can't be good.

It's affordable, Ma.

How inconvenient is that?

I like it.

Is he being sarcastic?

Oh.