Mother is dead.
She's dead.
I'll take care of it.
No! We must bury her properly!
I will prepare.
She will smell soon.
No!
You wanted her to die!
You hated her!
You hate me!
I hate you!
You can't leave Mom outside!
Stop it!
You can't leave Mom outside!
The freezing...
cold...
ice!
You're gonna give me a son.
What are you doing, Mom?
I clean.
You see I clean.
Why?
Why do you clean?
Our house is clean.
Our house was always clean.
Mom, you've lost your mind.
Dirt is made of dust.
You're going to dust off the dust?
This house will be clean.
Cleanliness is next to godliness.
Up there at the Crossroads
there is a small house
whose walls are curved.
Up there at the Crossroads
there is a small house...
Stop that!
Stop!
I give you my seed...
but you refuse.
You'll receive my seed , woman.
You shall bear my child.
Translation and Subtitiling : Cancerquota