01x17 - Murray's Daughter

[bunniefuu]

Somebody's knocking.

Well, that's what people
usually do

when they wanna get in.

Yes, miss?

Hi, is Mr. Klein here?

Who wants him?

His daughter.

His daughter?

Yeah.

Uh, just a minute.

Is it possible for Murray
to have a daughter?

- Well, don't ask me.
- I ain't his "groinecologist."

He ain't here now,
but come on in.

Uh, this here is Murray's
partner, Mr. Bunker.

Who's this?

His daughter.

- Oh, yeah?
- Uh, what's your name?

My name is Beverly Klein Munoz.

Uh, Beverly Klein,
what was the end of it?

Munoz, my married name.

Since when has Murray
got a married daughter?

The daughter since 1957,

married since 1974.

Oh, why has he been
keeping it a secret?

Well, if it's a secret,
it's his.

You better ask him.

Uh, you want a cup of coffee?

If it's no bother for you.

No, I always put
a pot on first thing.

Well, uh, come on over here

and, uh, sit down
and let's, uh...

It ain't that I got
no objections to you

being his daughter or nothin',

like that, you know.

I... if, uh,

we seem to, uh,

be taking this
as a little strange

it's because, uh,

it's a little strange, huh?

Uh, is, uh...

is this really on the level?

This is on the level.

Well, maybe it is.

Maybe it is.

Uh, Murray is my partner

but I know next to nothing
about his past life.

Uh, Beverly Klein, uh... huh?

Munoz.

It's a Spanish name.

Uh, Spanish, would that be

a classier way of saying

Puerto Rican?

That's what it is, Puerto Rican.

She married a Puerto Rican.

Brava.

Shut up, you.

Was your father at your wedding?

No.

Was your mother there?

No.

Anybody from the family?

Not from my family.

What'd you do?

Did you have to
give yourself away?

Rico's Uncle Fernando did that.

A Spanish guy?

Yes.

Uh, yeah.

Did he give you away in English?

Spanish.

That maybe could be
an out for you.

Would you like to see something?

Eh... why?

Your, uh, partner,

he has two grandchildren.

Oh, geez.

See?

The little boy, he's three,

and the little girl is one.

Oh.

Look at that.

Well, you know,
this whole thing, uh,

it puts me in mind, uh,

of an old friend of mine
from the Army,

a guy by the name
of Dave Morris.

You remember Dave, don't you?

- I remember him well.
- He's living over on Woodside.

Yeah.

Dave's sister married a gentile

and the whole Morris family,

remember what they done?

Treated her like she was dead.

That's right.

They even had the,
what... like a wake.

Sat Shiva.

Oh, they shivered, moaned,
and groaned and everything.

For about a week.

They didn't come out
of their apartment,

they didn't turn on the radio,

nothing.

And poor Dave,

he was scared to go
and see his sister
after that.

He was scared of his old man,

and Dave was a big guy,
you know,

big, strong,

buck sergeant with medals
and everything,

scared of his old man

who was only a little peanut
with a big mouth.

Well, they finally fixed
the adding machine

with a 30-day guarantee

and I bet it's gonna
fall apart on the 31st.

- Hi, Arch.
- Good morning, miss.

Bevy?

Hello, Daddy.

You look older.

I am.

Six years.

How are you?

Fine.

Fine.

Come on over here.

Murray, Murray,
come on over here

and sit down now, will you?

Huh?

Yous two ain't seen
each other for a long time,

probably got a lot of things
to talk about here,

so let's hear some talking
back and forth.

Well, Bevy.

What brings you here?

She come to see her father.

- Really?
- Certainly. "Really."

Didn't you hear her say so?

Oh, no, I didn't hear that.

Actually, I came on business.

I see.

What kind of business?

The house Grandma Halpern
left me,

it's mine now.

Or it will be when the trustees
sign the paper.

Mom has signed it

and that leaves you.

- Uh-hmm.
- That's right.

You've come of age.

Where is the house, little girl?

In Westchester.

Oh, yeah.

Is it worth anything,

or did the neighborhood
go "minorority"?

Arch.

Please?

Oh.

Are you happy?

I'm very happy.

Rico and I
have a very good marriage.

Why didn't you tell me
your daughter married

a Puerto Rican?

I wouldn't have held it
against you.

Arch, do you mind?

No, I don't mind,

she ain't my daughter.

Look, this deed of conveyance,

it has to be signed
in front of a notary.

Okay.

No problem,
there's a notary
at the bank.

It will be open
about half an hour.

- Well, now, wait a minute.
- Wait a minute.

You don't have to go nowheres.

I can bring a notary
right to you.

- You know who's a notary?
- Levy the hold's wife.

I've just seen her
going upstairs.

I'll just go and get her
and bring her back here.

Yous two have
a nice little reunion

there together, you know?

Huh. Go ahead,
go ahead, go ahead.

You know, I didn't...

want not to come around

after your mother
and I broke up.

We...

You don't have
to explain anything.

It's okay.

Well, I sent checks
for a while...

for you.

And your mother kept...

sending them back.

I wanted to see you.

I didn't wanna see
your mother...

and I certainly didn't
wanna see her mother.

Dad...

it doesn't matter anymore.

It does, it does.

Look, you don't understand

what it was like to walk
in to that house.

I was made to feel like a...

Like an intruder,

like the enemy.

Then these people acted
like your mother didn't know

what she was doing
when we were married.

Like I married her
while she was unconscious

then woke her up.

You don't know.

And they're rich, you see.

They're rich and they never

let you forget it, never.

I was never welcomed

in that family, ever.

It was a time...

You wouldn't understand
these things.

I wouldn't understand?

I'm afraid not.

My husband is not welcome
with that family

and neither am I.

Beverly, that's another
whole thing.

I am talking about me.

I have to face these people
as an outsider.

You didn't have to face them
at my wedding.

And you didn't have to face them
when my children were born

because they weren't there.

And you knew
they weren't gonna be there.

You didn't
wanna be there either.

And you and Mama
may be worlds apart

but when it comes to a Jewish
girl marrying a goy,

God forbid.

That was her answer
and that's yours too.

Archie:
Here we go, here we go.

Come right in, Mrs. Levy.

There's your customers
right over there.

Here, see?

I told you
I'd bring you a notary, eh?

Ain't she pretty?

The doctor says she's got
two of them in there.

Where's the paper
you want notarized?

Right here and I'm really sorry.

We should've come to you.

That's okay.

The doctor says I should keep

moving around like normal.

It's for Mr. Murray Klein
to sign,

- that's you, right?
- - Yeah, that's him over there, Murray.

Murray, Murray, Murray.

Get over here
and sign the paper.

Peggy:
Signing out
your trusteeship.

- Archie: Yeah.
- The kid's getting the house.

Yeah. Ain't that nice?

Sign where indicated
plus your address.

Hey, Mrs. Levy,
how are you feeling?

You're a man,
you wouldn't understand.

Now, why wouldn't he understand?

- I'd understand too.
- We're both family men.

Tell us.

Okay. Family men,
I feel like killin' Levy.

God, that ain't very nice.

I told you
you wouldn't understand.

Oh, I mean to say, you know,

it ain't all Levy's fault.

It takes two to tango, you know?

Yeah, I know.

And if I kept him dancing,

I'd still be wearing a size six.

Okay.

You came for a signature?

You got it.

What do I owe you?

Ah, it's on the house.

- Oh, hey, that's very nice, Mrs.
- Levy.

- Thank you very much.
- Peggy: Bye.

Yeah, nice to see you.

Say hello, all right.

- Well, hold on.
- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Why did your old man
run out like that?

I don't know.

Uh, does it matter?

Didn't you show him
these pictures

I had in my pocket, huh?

I mean, not that they look
a hell of a lot like him,

they don't look much
like you either

- to tell you the truth.
- I guess, uh,

when a Puerto Rican
gets into a family,

the family never looks
the same again.

But they are
very beautiful children.

Oh, geez, hey, hey, hey,

hey, little girl, hey.

Geez, hey, hey, hey,
don't do that.

Oh, come on, don't feel bad.

Hey, you... your daddy
was really very glad

to see you, you know.

That's just his way,
going out there, see?

Hey, I'll... and I'll take...
I'll take care of that.

Uh, don't worry,
I'll fix everything.

Huh, Harry?

Harry?

Oh, sure you will, Arch.

You'll fix everything.

They don't call me
A. Bunker the Peacemaker

for nothing, huh?

I'll fix everything.

You gotta help me with this,
Mr. Van R, you know?

Of course,
Murray will listen to you.

Why me?

Because you're such
an intelligent man, you know.

He's got respect for you.

And he won't get nasty with you

because you're blind.

Arch, you mean well

but you may not be thanked
for interfering.

I had to bring
that little girl back here.

She wanted to come back too.

Are you turning
into a do-gooder, Arch?

God, I hope not,
Mr. Van R.

Just thinking about other people
makes me very tired

and I got my work to do.

Rico:
Could you put a head
on my beer please, Mr. Bunker?

Yeah, yeah,
certainly, young man.

You know it's getting late.

Yeah. I know, I know.

But that's all right, huh.

Give him another five
or ten minutes.

He'll be back.

Hey, Arch.

Come here, will you?

I happen to see you

whispering
to Mr. Van Ranseeler,

what about?

About my broker, EF Hutton

I didn't want the customers
breaking their necks

trying to hear.

I served a little sandwich
in the office

- and a glass of wine.
- Oh.

Who is in the office?

Alice Faye, I got a late date.

He's late.
Why ain't he back yet?

Why ain't who back?

Harry Houdini.

Houdini? Ha!

He's been dead for 50 years.

He promised to return.

Here he is now.

Houdini?

Murray, uh, Murray, wait, wait.

Where the hell
have you been all day?

I've been out.

Where are you going now?

I'm going in there
to write out some checks

which I should have done
this morning.

No, no, no, not yet.
Not yet, not yet,

- Now, uh, wait a minute.
Sit down, I wanna...
- What is?

- I want to talk to you.
- Look, I'm in no mood.

I wanna talk to you.
Sit down.

What is it?

You shouldn't treat
your little girl like this.

You are butting into
my personal business again.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

If you leave this table,

I'm gonna...
I'll do something terrible.

Like what?

Every day next week,

I'll invite your mother
in here for lunch.

Okay.

Okay.

Now, let's begin by making
a perfectly fair statement.

Okay.

You've been a louse
from the start.

Listen, when I think of you

handling a situation like this,

my blood could turn cold.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you happen
to be talking to a guy

who's raising
a little Jewish girl.

And I put her
into their Sunday school

and I had to become
a dues paying member

to temples, the Jewish.

Lord, give me patience.

The Lord is gonna give you

one of them old time
Hebrew lightning blintzes

right out of the blimp.

Hey, excuse me,
but people can hear
you guys.

Uh, mind your own business
everybody, huh?

All right.

Now, I'm gonna
talk to you straight.

You've got a daughter.

Now supposing she married
somebody that you...

That you couldn't approve of.

She did.

I mean someone outside
your religion.

He's outside
of everybody's religion.

He's an atheist.

I mean supposing
he was a Catholic.

I would've k*lled myself

but I would've lived with it.

Do, uh,

you mind if I interrupt?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
Mr. Van R,

you come right over.
Sit down, eh.

- No, no, no.
- Thanks, Arch.

Uh, I'll just be a minute.

Murray, as you... as you know

I, uh,

I hear quite a lot.

Uh-hmm, I can imagine.

Do I, uh,

do I have permission to comment?

Yes, certainly.
You certainly do,

Mr. Van Ranseeler.

People shouldn't
give themselves pain

and throw away love

because of different beliefs.

Maybe everybody's right,
maybe nobody's right.

There'll be a judgment
on that someday,

don't you think?

I don't know.

If there's no judgment
in the end then...

maybe there's nothing
worth judging.

And if that's so,

why bother to judge
anything now?

Well, good night, fellas.

The very words I would have said

if Mr. Van R
hadn't popped over here.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

I got something to show you.

Here, what do you think
of them two?

Your grandchildren.

Oh, geez, that got him.

I want you to know something.

My coming here
wasn't just because

of the legal papers.

I mean, uh,
I could've had someone else

bring them to you and Mama.

It's just...

I miss you both.

And every now and then,

I'm gonna want to see you.

Oh, Bevy.

Oh, my baby.

You run a bodega?

You mean I'm standing here
talking to a pimp?

No, no, no.

Bodega, it's a Spanish
food store.

You're thinking of bordello.

Oh, oh, well.

Gee, thank the world for that.

I...

Talk to your friend, huh, lady?

He means groceries not girls.

He just don't hardly speak
no good English,

that's all.

But you'll learn.

I own the place with my father.

Where is it?

Upper Eastside, you know,

Spanish Harlem.

Oh, geez.

Well, I'm glad
you drove back here

with your little wife.
I'd hate to think of her

going home alone up there.

Oh, she never has any trouble.

She drives her own car.

And besides,
she can swear in Spanish.

I wouldn't feel safe up there

if I drove a Tiger tank

and could swear in German.

Excuse me.

Oh, Murray,
you know who this is?

This must be the father

of my two beautiful
grandchildren.

- Rico.
- Mr. Klein.

We have to go now.

His mother's babysitting.

Oh, well...

come back soon.

Bring the kids.

What are their names?

Miguel and Rebecca.

Nice. That's nice.

Oh.

Well...

Good night there little girl.

See that kiss
was for all the great work

I've done here tonight.

You're one of a kind.

Wrong, Murray.

I happen to be in the majority

in this good old U.S. of As.