Ashes and Blood

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Come on, Mira. Come on.

Mira! Pashko! Ismal!

Run!

ASHES AND BLOOD:

My windows broken. Think it's funny?

Mrs Praquin, it isn't our fault!

It was the wind.

Sure, blame the wind!

I know what I see.

How did we break it?

No idea! But with all the noise

you Sikiases make...

So the problem's your ears,

Mrs Praquin, not your window.

You're a family of savages!

What did you say? Repeat that.

I know what I see.

Stop it!

Pashko! Ismal! Come inside.

You let that madwoman insult us?

She accuses us and you defend her.

We even mend her window too.

What are you talking about?

What is it?

Mrs Praquin...

Mrs Praquin?

The wind blew,

her window opened

and a pane of glass broke.

She says it was us.

So what? It's not true.

I know, but Mum's going

to mend it anyway.

Mum...

She forgets, she forgives

and she mends.

Personally, I'd ram the glass

into her throat.

Begin with violence

and you must use it until the end.

Pass me the small pan, please.

You'll out yourself with that knife.

You know that "blood is never lost".

Don't say that!

It's your favourite proverb!

I say it when necessary.

You don't believe it anymore?

Good night.

Pashko shouldn't work at night.

Let us help you.

I don't need your help.

Besides, I already set

those hoodlums straight.

Who?

The Dupr boy and another.

I saw them at the park with Mira

and...

Nothing...

What do you mean?

I don't want Mira being bothered

or disrespected.

I sent them packing.

I'll talk to them.

Forget it. It's settled now.

Don't look at my family again.

Never speak to them again.

Not to anyone.

My mother, my sister or my brother.

Or I'll kill you.

Why didn't you read us this letter?

Why?

Why this time and not the others?

What's the big deal with this letter?

Tell us!

Your father's brother, Anton, has asked

us to his daughter's wedding.

When?

In October.

- You don't want us to go?

- No.

Why not?

You never want

to see your family again?

I no longer have a family.

What?

You don't like that music?

What happened to you?

An old matter about a broken window...

No! Don't tell me it was you!

The wind was you?

Are you hurt?

We're going!

No fanfare.

No trumpets for the prodigal's return?

Is it the right place?

Look!

It's an eagle.

Never do that!

Here, shooting an eagle

gets you killed.

Calm down.

Be very careful.

Here, everything is different.

Don't act like foolish children.

Don't think you're smarter.

Pay attention!

To what?

We can't guess everything!

Your father could help us.

Our dear, mysterious grandfather.

You swore not to mention him.

What are you saying?

Nothing, dear.

I'm asking your brothers

to do us proud.

I don't want anyone here to...

For everyone, Mira isn't...

She's like all the others.

I'm your Uncle Anton.

Do you remember me?

It's exactly the way I imagined it.

It's green...

It's black... Gold...

You sound like our poet Balzemir.

You know him?

She knows dozens.

She recites them to us.

She keeps saying,

"Listen, listen... "

I know your poem by Victor Hugo

by heart.

"Those who live are those who fight. "

Do you still learn that one?

I've never travelled so far before.

We used to go to the seaside

on holiday.

Cassis, Bormes-les-Mimosas...

It's pretty,

but I prefer the country.

- You don't...

- Mountains are too high.

...like the sea?

Water's too dangerous.

I like the earth!

You can hold it in both hands.

I like trees.

Is there a lot of snow in winter?

Yes.

You're stopping here?

I hate going slowly.

I'd rather stop a while,

then race to catch up with my father.

Overtake him.

You're insane!

You'd upset him?

I'd offend him.

Ok, let's go.

Hold on tight!

Do you like it?

Let's see what's going on.

Be careful.

What the hell are you doing?

Moron!

Get off my back! You idiot!

I screwed up.

You wanted four anyway, didn't you?

What's the problem?

Come and get some ropes.

Don't tell anyone about this!

My son loves to go fast.

Rather than drive slowly behind me,

he's going to stop, have a chat

and then race to catch up with me.

Not too quickly, I hope.

You've changed!

Why do you say that?

You were afraid of nothing once.

For ten years, with Val, I was afraid.

After Val's funeral,

I thought you'd come back here.

All that travelling,

all those cities...

This is your home here!

No, it's not my home anymore.

The children know nothing.

There...

Where's your jacket?

I was too hot. It's in the car.

You could have put it on!

What's that smell of smoke?

What smell?

Don't smoke in front of grandmother.

Let's put on a good front.

Remember what I told you.

Follow the ritual.

Remember, men embrace men,

women embrace women.

Look at this beauty!

My sister thinks I'm a beauty queen

because I'm getting married!

She'll learn that marriage

has nothing to do with beauty or love,

does it, Judith?

Val was beautiful and I loved him.

You can see the dress tomorrow.

V\fill you help us prepare everything?

Of course.

We'll all help you.

Can you ride, Mira?

She mustn't!

Mira is too light for the horses here.

When I fell, I was her age.

My father never forgave me.

What?

They had to kill his horse.

And I'll never find a husband!

Have you got a cigarette?

No, I'm sorry.

Ask one of my sons.

They smoke like chimneys.

You didn't tell anyone?

And Judith's sons?

They'll keep quiet.

You speak good French.

No, my accent is terrible.

You know,

words spoken with an accent

are always more interesting.

I've often dreamt of this house

at night.

White hair suits you.

Enough sweet stuff!

Leave us!

Leave us alone!

You didn't want to come back, did you?

The Drins scared you.

I hated them.

Your own family!

And you couldn't stop anything!

Val died!

I stopped time for a few years.

I was happy, I had three children.

- You think you've got them out of it?

- Yes.

Why?

Is there a threat?

Never precise,

always present.

Don't talk to my children about it.

- What do they know?

- Nothing.

I want to protect them.

What madness!

Don't worry,

Flora's marriage to the Pogrades clan

makes us safe.

Our two families against your father

is the end of the Drins.

I'll play my violin. Come.

You don't need me there.

I do.

I do.

Keep a tight rein on your sons.

Especially Pashko.

He's a lot like Louppos.

But does he have the same cool head?

He has instinct.

Like the dog!

And yet...

he lets the b*tch lead him.

I could hear the river

from my room too.

- Ismal, do you want to ride?

- No, thank you.

Pashko! Want to come?

Your brother won't ride!

How about you?

I'll be right down!

Stop it!

I can't play!

Land... It's all that counts.

And dying for it means living twice.

Are you managing?

I keep slipping-

Your horse pushed out its belly.

Tighten the strap.

Is all this land yours?

No. Most of it belongs to the Drins.

They're the richest?

Go ahead, act innocent.

Do the Drins scare you?

No. Why? Should they?

Your mother's strong.

She reacts like a man.

- And that shocks you?

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