Before the Rains Page #2

Put it somewhere safe.

Hell with it.

Give us to eat.

Here comes my wife, Neda.

Cheers and welcome.

Thank you.

To long life.

Let me say something.

May we gather again

next year...

...with a bride.

He's got many brides in

England.

- Cousin, do you see ever see

Hana? - Forget about her.

She's Albanian. Aren't there

enough of ours for you?

- What does that matter? - Her

father will cut your dick off,

then it will matter.

Her husband died last

year.

She's got a beautiful

daughter.

Where have you seen her?

She hangs around

the sheepfold.

Don't be stingy, bring her

over some time.

Damn Albanians, they

breed like rabbits.

They'll take us over.

Stop talking rubbish.

No one's taking over anything.

- Cousin, have a cigarette.

- No thanks, I've quit.

Don't be silly.

- No, Zdrave.

- How long are you staying?

- For good.

In that case we'll help you

fix up your house.

The roof and the windows

should be mended.

Fix it? Just look at

their house.

Aco, take a picture of us.

Hangover?

Hangover, yes.

Who are you?

I'll come to you.

Are you Kate?

You never knew when to stop.

To stop, or not to stop?

Full stop.

Perfect.

Don't.

Still dreaming of Hana?

Still.

She's a widow now.

I'm a divorcee.

- Are you?

And you?

Me? I'm a schoolteacher.

Have you got anyone?

Sleep. You need it.

Good day.

Good day.

Where are you going?

To Hana's.

Hana Halili.

What for?

She's my friend.

From school. I haven't seen

her for sixteen years.

I want to pay my respects.

I've brought presents

for the children.

I mean no harm.

Tell her it's Alexander,

from London.

Ask her father, Zekir.

Go.

Sit down.

You've gone gray, too.

Welcome.

Have you come from far?

Very far.

How do people live

in the world?

Good, if they know how,

same as here.

Welcome.

The times...

they're no good.

They used to be better.

Blood is in the air.

It's stuffy.

It should rain.

It must,

sooner or later.

For the children.

This was for the husband.

I didn't know he'd passed away.

Last year, in a car accident.

God rest his soul.

This is for you.

For me?

Like in American movies.

Sitting Bull.

Come in, Hana.

Help yourself.

Thank you.

Go away!

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

My grandson, Ali.

Kiss his hand.

Why is he here?

- Say thank you.

- He doesn't belong here.

Take the gifts to your

sister.

He doesn't belong here.

Get out!

I'll slit his throat!

Mother, Father, forgive me.

We're having a wedding

without you.

Be joyful...

If you only were here to

share our happiness.

Rest in peace.

Hello?

What's up?

What's up?

Hey, old man.

I want to speak to

Alexander Kirkov.

There's no such person here.

Who did they want?

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