Mudbrick (Kuća od blata)

-Jakov. -Da.

It's...

been a-- a long time.

How have you been?

Surviving.

I didn't come to the funeral, did I?

You did not.

But you are here now.

You want to meet your family?

Sure.

That's why you're here.

You have niece.

Ana.

You no wife.

No.

Paul.

Natalija.

Coffee?

- Please, thank you. - Sit.

You have a nice home.

It's same as the day you and her left.

You mean our mother?

You mean our mother?

She's no mother to me.

What do you do for a living?

I work in American tie factory

all life before I come here.

I was wondering where you learned English.

Father very proud of your success.

Your little drawings.

- An illustrator, yeah. - Da.

Little Pavle.

Famous in London.

Yet little Pavle know nothing about him.

I heard stories.

So you know about his hip.

When he get shot in ass cheek during war.

He had one leg shorter than the other.

He have funny walk

in middle of night when he come towards me

with belt in hand ready to beat me

because I let one...

chicken escape.

Real man.

Good, your life there?

-It's all right, I think. -Better than this?

Must be.

It's different.

Old mudbrick house, and a few acres

enough to bring English guy back.

I don't know.

But you here.

You leave your life behind.

- Do you study, Ana? - Study.

Yeah, in between...

changing dying grandfather's diaper.

You see crack?

We had leak here.

Old tiles father put in, maybe 50 years ago.

I fix these. These hands.

In bed.

Where father take last breath.

I fix bed when Ana little girl.

And house is warm, no?

Yeah.

Why is old house like this so warm?

Because I fix windows.

We have many, many winters of freezing cold.

We nearly die.

But now you come.

When we don't need your help.

Now he is no more.

And the house is yours.

You.

You don't, uh, make contact with us.

-Father, brother, nothing. -Couldn't you have called?

You don't understand

what it takes for me to keep this house.

You, back in London,

make pretty pictures in big fancy home.

I don't want to argue with you.

No.

Forgive me.

You are last person I want to make angry.

So, tell me.

What is plan at least?

You-- you going to sell this?

Tear it down?

I just-- I haven't decided.

You didn't even know him.

I'm still his son.

More than I ever was, according to his will.

You don't deserve none of this.

It's my house.

This isn't the time to discuss this.

I need rest. Um...

I feel like I've been traveling forever.

Is there a guest room?

Good morning.

Nav?

Sorry?

Nav.

No, it's Paul.

I'm about to go to the Public Records Office.

Good for you.

I was wondering when we could get started on the paperwork.

Today I'm busy.

You, uh, make paperwork.

I'm prepared to sign.

All right.

How are you today?

She's good. Thank you for asking.

I was speaking to her. She doesn't speak English?

She works today.

Excuse me.

Public Records Office?

Hi.

I need a death certificate.

It's from my father, Vlastimir Yuzhinov.

Dead.

Paper?

I take care. Bring to you.

How do you know where I'm staying?

I know.

Ana.

It's okay.

It's okay. Ana.

Ana was walking around with this.

Why would she be carrying a knife?

Uh, chop wood.

We have to go.

Collect it in tractor tomorrow.

Let go.

Do you enjoy being feared?

I like respect.

You care about her so much.

You're kicking her out of her own home.

Sorry for disturbing you.

What are you thinking?

If we could have handled it.

It would be hard enough with a healthy child.

You don't think we're strong enough?

We do this, then we try again.

Are you all right?

Did you take your shot this morning?

What is this?

-What? -Why you take painting down?

It was making me feel uneasy.

I have to talk to you.

But I don't want to.

So you show my family mercy.

You don't need my mercy.

We always need your mercy.

This is what makes me uneasy.

But I'm still going to need you to sign the papers

when the death certificate comes.

I tell you,

you bring, I sign.

Until then, you're a guest in my house.

No, please. No.

It's okay.

Let me, please.

He-- he will get mad.

-Please. -Get mad?

He is mad.

Hey, again.

You speak English, right?

You can at least understand it.

Yes.

I'd like that death certificate.

Why? Not ready.

I need it for the executor of the will.

You're throwing Jakov out?

Is that what he told you?

No one is being thrown out of the house.

Don't worry.

But if you're friends with the family,

maybe you could pay them a visit.

The daughter doesn't seem very happy at home.

She has had problems.

Ah.

I didn't know that.

I'm just worried about her.

So can I come tomorrow for the certificate?

Yes.

Please join.

I'm not really hungry, but thank you.

Please.

I assume that meant something like bon appétit?

Oh, you're...

talking about me?

No.

Yes.

Bon appétit.

Let.

Eat, please.

Uh, no.

I-- I'll grab a bite later, but please, you enjoy.

Jakov, I didn't know you were a snake whisperer.

It's holy creature.