Grandpa.
I heard you. Stop yelling.
We were welcomed by a foreign land
That gave us love, a helping hand
Your native land was ravaged By a killing spree
And here, everyone is free
Abandoned us despite her will to live!
America! Your newly found home!
Love!
We were welcomed by a foreign land That gave us love, a helping hand...
Abandoned us despite her will to...?
To live
Fate played a cruel joke on you
When one loves a woman, one loves everything about her--
the way she walks, the way she talks,
the way she laughs, the way she eats...
Everything.
That was love with Lilya?
Love...
Everything is just beginning...
The van never came.
She's all alone there. Who will bury her? Call them!
She's at the cemetery all by herself!
LILYA - #702 - FUNERAL - TODAY
- We're better off getting there on foot. - They'll bury us with her if we do.
He came asking for salt, and got himself locked out.
Do you still need salt?
They should evict him before he burns us all down.
It's a little bit burnt, right?
- A little burnt, right? - Smells good, Grandpa!
It's hot in here.
I need to finish the chicken.
Trust me, it's finished, Grandpa.
The USSR circus in action!
Let me show you my set.
One! Two! Ten times.
And like this...
Show me this one.
Punch me in the head, come on! Straight in the face!
The face!
- Good job! You're the best! - You ain't seen nothing yet!
Watch.
Grandpa, what did you burn?
Whatever...
- Which pair? - This one.
- Cajun style! - Yoga!
I sit like this, and not a single care about anything.
- Grandpa, the shirt... - Got a side dish for the chicken?
Sauerkraut! Awesome! Damn, you sealed it, Grandpa.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You're some guy, Grandpa.
You ain't seen nothing yet!
My pants are falling down.
Up in the air...
My jacket!
The flowers...
Nice apartment. You both live here?
My poems...
The flowers.
You son of a...
Vic? Vic?
Vic, please help us.
She's all alone there, poor thing.
It's a two-minute ride. It'll take no time at all.
It's only five, ten minutes.
It's a good deed before God, it's a mitzvah.
Let's call a cab.
Are you crazy? You see how many of us there are?
Cabs are cheap here!
Be a mensch, Vic!
We have to bury my auntie, man.
We are all she has.
David, talk to your grandson.
Victor, you've got to help.
Do it.
Do it the Russian way, the good way.
"What Russian doesn't like fast driving?"
- Are you coming with us? - Yep.
- And who are you? - I'm Lilya's nephew.
Lilya had a nephew?
- You don't see the resemblance? - No, we don't.
It's 'cause they had different dads.
A nephew? That's news.
We thought she had no family.
Big age difference, my dad and Aunt Lilya.
Different dads, same mother.
Revolutions, wars, you know how it goes.
My name's Dima, from Brooklyn.
- And what are you doing here? - Lilya, my aunt.
- So you're coming with us then? - Yep.
There were shootings here just last night. They were setting things on fire, rioting.
This is a black part of town.
They manage to get by somehow.
It was on the news-- riots.
A very bad part of town.
Let's get out of here.
We won't ever bury her moving at this pace.
What does he want?
Why are they protesting? What do they want?
There were shootings.
Let's get the hell out of here!
- Bro, I need to take a leak. - Bad timing.
You've got some dope driving skills.
Step on it, step on it!
Vic, how much longer?
Two hours of cruising...
We're elderly people. We're tired.
Where did you find this road?
Attaboy.
Good job!
- What was it? - An American song.
- Paul Robeson. - Biblical.
About Moses leading his people out of Egypt.
He wanted his people to be free.
Always relevant for the black people and us alike.
It took 40 years, but everyone got out.
We don't understand.
Have you any idea what part of town this is?
- Will we even get to the cemetery? - We will. I promise.
Now we've done it.
Bye-bye, Lilya.
Victor, thank you! From Lilya! From all of us!
There. Over there. Thank you.
Eat it, loser!
She is having a diabetic attack!
Give her something sweet!
- There's candy in her purse! - She can't find it!
- In her purse! - She lost it!
She's fading!
Vic, stop! She needs her candy.
- They'll bury her without us! - Vic, she's fading.
Stop this damn march! She's not well!
Give her something sweet!
Give her at least three minutes to rest.
Two hours in the van. They got needs.
Where's grandpa?
He is an artist.
He's gifted. Beautiful stuff.
We've got to be with Lilya.
She's all alone at the cemetery.
They'll bury her without us!
We need to be with her!
Her life was an endless trial, and no break in death either.
We need to be with her, you understand?
Okay, enough! Listen up!
"Unbridle the Horses, Lads!"
Look, they buried her without us!
We knew this would happen!
Alone she lived, alone she died.
They buried her!
Set the flowers down, everyone.
Clear a place for the accordion.
Lilya was born in the western part of Belarus.
Her small town had Belarusians, Ukrainians and Jews,
and they all lived in peace with each other...
We're freezing. Enough! Some other time.
Let's remember Lilya with her favorite song--
a Belarusian resistance song.
She's a war child from Belarus. This is her song.
I will not sing it!
She loved Russian songs!
Nonsense!
Why can't it be a nice Jewish song?
Quiet, everyone!
Let's not yell.
I said Belarusian! Period!
What is this?
Where's Lilya?
Everyone, pick up your flowers and let's move!
This is not Lilya's grave! The next one!
I'm not going anywhere!
My legs are in pain! I'm freezing!
One more time for my sweet Lilya!
Everyone, we're moving to that grave!
Everyone, come back!
Here's the grave! Let's do it!
Let's do one more song for Aunt Lilya!
Should I read again?
Yes, absolutely! Go!
I won't sing it! She loved...
She spoke and sang in Yiddish.
Belarusians, Russians, Jews, and Poles lived in harmony.
Everyone was friends in that conflict-free zone.
Let's go to Lilya's apartment. Lilya's!
It would've made her happy.
Lift it.
She's gonna fall.
Higher!
Keep it up!
What's going on?
What are you doing?
Always chicken. It's an obsession.
- Oh, smoked fish! - Vic, sit down. Eat something.
I have a recital today. At least stay for the rehearsal.
Talk to me. I never see you.
All I know is that you drive all the time.
We came to America 25 years ago. We did it for our children.
My husband died here. His dad.
There are two of them, him and his sister.
A daughter? How old is she? Married?
She's a young widow.
We've been through so much.
Dima, love, have a positive influence on him.
He's 25 and look at what he does.
His grandpa was a scientist, his dad a famous conductor.
We arrived, with zero English, nada.
Everything is on me.
I've been saving up to help him.
All by myself.
We sacrificed everything-- our apartment, our friends, our culture.
What did we do all that for? That was done for his sake.
Be nice to your mother.
Sit down and spend quality time with your mother.
Wait!
Must be very expensive.
Like the shards of my life!
It was such a wonderful concert.
We took a long walk after the concert.
Right around Kafka's home.
Such a precious memento.
This is a nightmare!
Sit down, Dima.
- Driving this van... - And your daughter, where is she?
She's a nurse. In the black part of town.
Her hands are like his-- musician's hands.
Your hands are perfect for cello.
I was torn between cello and boxing!
I'm kidding-- 37 fights, I dreamed of the Olympics.
Yeah, right, some boxer you'd make.
He should've been a musician-- it was in his blood.
Touch my hand. You see?
It's damaged from too much playing.
It hurts terribly when I play. I need surgery.
I've been saving money for you.
I want you to go to school.
I've saved up enough already.
All these savings-- what's the point of it?
You have no future!
This is a nightmare!
This damn recital tonight...
Push it!
I want the very best for you. I want you to be happy!
I'm begging you, stop driving that van.
These poor hands... I'm doing this all for you.
I just want you to be happy!
- Mom, why is he doing this? - I have a recital tonight, I need space.
He's not a mover.
You're crazy carrying this. You're five months pregnant.
- Three months. - Even worse. You're crazy.
- And where am I going to sleep? - With me, in my bed.
Let's leave it here. Enough.
It's a good couch. Why get rid of it?
"We are the champions."
Sasha, please help.
- What is it? - Can you do the accompaniment?
- I don't want to. - Please.
We had this conversation before-- I won't play.
Please.
"Nel Cor Piu Non Mi Sento."
Grazie.
I borrowed the flowers. I'll give them back.
- What's Lilya got to do with any of this? - Where'd you get the dough?
You're a fucking scam artist!
Asshole.