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THE CONSTITUTION

Violeta! Tell the boss lady I haven 't been drinking.

Maja!

Don't act silly!

You swore on your mother's life that you wouldn't drink, you ass,

and then you go and get drunk!

Stop, motherfucker! Stop!

I'm going w beat the shit out of you. Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Good evening, Katarina. Long time no see. -Good evening.

One for Bobo?

It will be a year tomorrow. Already?

After the Second World War, Dr. Ante Pavelic

After the Second World War, Dr. Ante Pavelic

flees abroad, hiding from the so-called anti-fascists,

and the country is once again run by the Yugoslav dictatorship.

The bloody defeat of the Ustashe ended the Croatian dream of their own state;

thus began the 45-year long period of Serbian and communist terror.

Will you come tonight? - At half past seven? -No, seven.

Is seven OK? -Sure.

Bye-Bye, see you.

Sir?

Excuse me, do you have a minute? - Stazic, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry, but... the national championship in Porec is next weekend.

If I come home with an F... -Please don't! -My old man won't let me...

If that's your reason for coming, better forget it!

I stand a good chance of winning a medal if I have success against Rebic in the QF.

You should think about success in the "Croatian countries in the Middle Ages".

My father will kill me!

Fag! Faggot!

What's going on here? - What do you want?

What did you say?

You have three seconds. One... Two... Get lost!

Neighbor, if you have any trouble with that sort, feel flee to let me know.

This professor, he'd rather die than greet me properly.

The sovereignty of the Republic of Croatia is inalienable,

indivisible and non-transferable.

Give me a beer. please, - Repeat the sentence.

Leave me alone, please, - C'mon, let me hear you!

The sovereignty of the Republic of Croatia is...

The sovereignty of the Republic of Croatia is inalienable,

indivisible and non-transferable.

The sovereignty of the Republic of Croatia is inalienable,

indivisible and non-refillable.

Non-transferable. Non-transferable, pass me the beer, already. -Good job.

Good job.

Violeta! Violeta, no!

Why are you yelling at her? -Don't you know what's been happening?

There's a maniac out there killing dogs with sausages stuffed with broken glass.

Violeta, you little ass, what did daddy tell you?

Lujo Zelenika from the Stuttgart mission sends his warmest regards!

There's no need to shout, he can hear you.

Here it is. Bernstein & Rosenthal Pharm International.

Those bloody Jews own everything.

Father Lujo has told me that you

and minister Rukavina's grandfather were in Bleiburg together.

In 1945, when the English betrayed us and sold us out to the partisans,

my dad pulled Rukavina out of the line of prisoners at Dravograd.

Rukavina swam across the river and escaped to Austria,

but dad couldn't swim so he returned to Zagreb

and hid in the Dominican monastery until 1951.

Incredible. Has it ever been publicly disclosed?

There was something in a TV programme about culture.

Would you like me to make some coffee? - No, I'm in a hurry.

One more thing, -No, please, there's no need. Stop meddling.

We haven't forgotten what Hrvoje Kralj did for this country.

You really wouldn't want a nun to come and help you out occasionally?

No, thank you, we're fine.

"Talk to dad", mom used to say.

"Talk to him, he'll like that."

So I would come and ask you a question,

but those questions were never answered.

You wouldn't utter a word, not even...

in the seventh grade, when you walked into my room

and saw me dressed in mom's underwear.

You didn't make a sound while you were beating the shit out of me.

Let me hear you!

I should have... killed you... - Well, you did try.

You really did.

But, I'm a resilient bastard, dad.

Fag, huh? - Fuck you!

Kill him, kill the faggot! -You fucking faggot!

Kill the faggot! -Get out of Croatia, you sick bastard! You should be killed!

Die! -Faggot! -Do you hear me? Queers have no place here!

You fucking communist scum!

Professor?!

What's that smell?

That stink. What is that? - Urine.

Professor, should I call my husband? -No, no.

Wait a minute, please.

Here you go. Slowly.

Just a second.

Slowly... lie down.

No. No. -I'm sorry.

Where is the... Here it is! Found it!

I left your stuff here.

All right.

Try to get some sleep and I'll be back around three.

Goodbye!

Don't worry, I'm fine.

You would've been proud of me.

I took the beating like a man.

You've prepared me really well.

I didn't cry like some pussy.

What is it? Too hot? -Yes.

Come on.

Come on, eat. Eat!

Dad, I can't do this anymore.

I'm done.

Nothing here.

Told you so. - But they almost killed him!

Never mind the faggots, Ante, better worry about your Constitution exam.

I checked in my precinct, they aren't investigating the case.

He refused to talk to the police.

I was with him when they came. He said he wouldn't press charges.

No way, it's a criminal of fence, there has to be a procedure.

Yeah. and remember the guy you said was killing the dogs?

His mother was brought in last night. She ate those glass-stuffed sausages.

The doctors are still flying to save her. -I wouldn't bother.

It's not her fault her son's a maniac.

The police waited for him to come but he never showed up. -If I caught him,

I'd rip his throat out.

What's happening, Violeta, my love?

Nothing's going to happen... Don't be scared.

Set the table. please, - Right away.

Ante. you've been drinking! - I haven't. -Liar!

I swear on my mother's life. - Don't fuck with me. I can smell it.

No, I didn't have any aftershave in the morning so I used that instead.

Let me smell your breath.

All right then.

May I help you with that? - No, thank you, I can manage.

I brought your wig but I don't know what to wash it with.

Can you bring it here, please?

Throw it away.

If I could ask you to... -Yes?

I can't do it in this condition and for two days dad... -Want me to change him?

If it's not too much trouble. - I do it all the time. Where is he?

I'll show you... - Don't, I'll go alone.

Where is he? -In the room.

Hello, I'm a nurse and your neighbor.

Your son asked me to come.

Excuse me.

Do you have a washbowl? -No.

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry we're getting to know each other under such circumstances...

But that's probably my own fault.

You're not exactly cordial.

True. I'm not very popular in the neighborhood.

Neither are we.

Where do you keep the clean sheets? - You don't have to do that.

We'll finish this faster if you stop apologizing.

So?

In the wardrobe in my father's room. - All right. -Top shelf.

Right or left? -Right. -OK.

For you, madam. - Forget it.

If that's not enough, just say so.

Where I come from, neighbors help each other for free.

Please, take it. - Don't sweat it.

See you.

Actually... there is something you could do...

My husband... He's a policeman... -I know.

In ten days or so, he's taking an exam.

They have to know the Croatian Constitution by heart.

And he, well...

He's a slow learner. He has that reading disorder...

Dyslexia. -That's it.

So, if you could... -What?

You want me to read to a policeman? - If it's not too much trouble.

Please be careful how you behave upstairs, love.

Be polite, don't yell, don't flap your arms around, and be humble.

How do I look?

No, my love!

What now? -A plaid shirt. You can't go dressed like that.

Hello. -Hello. -I came for the lessons, Maja asked you...

Yes, I know. -I don't think we've been officially introduced... I'm Ante.

Ante, yes, yes...

And you are? -Vjekoslav. - Vjekoslav! Nice.

May I? -Oh, yes, please do, I'm sorry. Thank you.

Not there. Go straight.

ACCOUNTING SERVICES HRVOJE KRALJ

You can't just memorize facts by heart.

First, you need to understand the subject.

Let's take this for example.

Basic Provisions, Article 1.

The Republic of Croatia is a unitary and indivisible democratic and social state.

In the Republic of Croatia, power is derived from the people

and belongs to the people as a community of free and equal citizens.

For starters, who are "the people"?

And is their nationality important?

Let's take you for example. You are a Serb, right?

Where did you get that from?

Everyone knows that.

There are Croats with the last name Samardzic, too.

But you're not one of them.

No, I'm not.

See, that doesn't matter.

This book here treats us as equals.

We are all equal citizens. Got it?

That is the ideal of justice.

The Constitution doesn't care that you are a Serb and I happen to be a Croat.

Sure, but the same Constitution which treats us like equals

will be used to have me, a Serb, kicked out of the police.

Well, there are too many of you in the police force anyway.

You have a problem with Serbs in the police force? -No.

No. God forbid, I don't have anything against anyone.

It'd be nice if the ethnic structure of the police reflected reality

instead of each Serbian carrying a baton.

And beating up the poor Croats. -Yes.

Professor, the police have been Serb-free for twenty-five years.

How come you're in it then?

May I ask you something? -Sure.

If you say that you don't want Serbs in the police force,

can I say that I feel uncomfortable with faggots raising children?

Mr. Samardzic. I'm going to ask you to keep those redneck jokes to yourself.

And you're obviously a gentleman, right?

Touching little boys dicks makes you respectable?

You're very insolent for someone who needs a favor.

I could say the same about you.

I think we're done for today.

Mrs. Maja. you are a well-mannered woman, but that husband of yours...

Does it hurt a lot? -Oh, yes.

It's healing nicely.

I'll bandage it one last time.

What he said about me touching children has greatly offended me.

My partners have always been... - Please, you don't have to explain.

I was just as shocked. He's an idiot.

Please let me finish.

Every one of my partners was an adult.

Always. -He knows that, but he lost control. He was sorry afterwards. -Sure.

Does it hurt? -A little.

There.

When can he come again?

Easy. -We'll talk about it. -Easy.

Oh, buddy, that's nowhere near a rumba.

Oh, but look at that ass! - That doesn't matter.

I wouldn't send her away if she came to me.

Do you have a death wish, young man?

I forgot to tell you. The dog poisoner's mom died.

Why did you tell him that he molested children?

And why did he say that I beat up Croats?

Well, you do. Who else would you beat up in Croatia?

Your next appointment is tomorrow at four. -No way.

Wow, look at him! What a hunk! Calm down.

All right.

I thought we could treat ourselves later.

Wait a minute.

Good, you won't be needing that anymore.

Hello, how are you today?

Shame on you.

Is there a problem?

We're fine.

Here we go.

Excuse me, but why a Serb? - Pardon?

I mean, you're a beautiful woman. You didn't have to marry a Serb.

I fell in love. Love doesn't pick and choose.

I had just started working in the ER

when Ante was brought in unconscious. He fell off his bike.

I bathed him for days... He was handsome and funny...

Well hung.

Do you know that Ante is a Croatian war veteran? No.

He got drunk and enlisted

so he wouldn't lose his job or get killed on account of being a Serb.

Come on, he wouldn't have been killed. That used to happen, professor.

Maybe. occasionally. - Not just occasionally.

Innocent people got hurt.

I went nuts.

Him with a machine gun in Banija and me 4 months pregnant.

Oh, I didn't know you had a child.

We don't.

He was badly wounded. There is still a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.

He barely survived and I had a miscarriage from all the worrying...

The doctors said I wouldn't be able to conceive again.

This is tasty.

Isn't it? I bet you haven't eaten that before. -No, I haven't.

It's cooked wheat pudding. Ante is crazy about it.

His mom used to make it for Orthodox Saint George's Day,

and I just cook it as a treat.

Don't be like that. You liked it.

Sure, it was nice.

Eat!

We've been waiting to adopt for over two years.

So you have a kitchen, u bathroom, and this is connected to the kitchen...

And a room in the back. It's not much but we are not staying here...

Here I am, darling. We haven't decided on the name yet.

He wants Pero, after his father. So unrefined.

Hold on for a second... Right, there's just one form to sign.

Any hereditary diseases or psychiatric treatments you might have undergone?

I'll call you in a minute. - We did all that last year.

Let it go. Ante, the lady knows what she's doing.

Do you need a pen?

Here you go.

Everything's going to be fine.

That...

woman...

She's a nurse and lives downstairs.

She offered to help.

The secret service. -Good Lord, she's not in the Serbian secret service. I checked.

She has Croatian roots on both sides of her family. Come on.

Ante likes motorbikes, so we used to go to biker gatherings...

Everything here needs to be washed again. But we'll do that tomorrow.

We used go all the way to Austria and the Czech Republic.

We'd sleep outside under the stars.

I once won a wet T-shirt contest. Do you know what that is?

Bikers love that.

They pour a bucket of cold water over the girls,

so you can see their tits.

Ante was so proud when I won.

He was proud when other men were looking at your...? -Well, yeah.

They still look good. What do you think?

Sorry, I wouldn't know much about that.

You've never been into that?

No.

There's a first time for everything.

I haven't been on a motorbike since I lost the baby...

I don't feel like it anymore.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that, professor.

It's like there's a small hole leaking all the happiness out of you.

You and I...

We're approximately the same size.

In fact, you're just like my mother.

Feel free to take all of these.

Don't, those are expensive. - My mom made all of them.

This is what put bread on the table.

These will never go out of style.

I still wear them,

I just have to lake them in a bit to fit me. She was a big woman.

This one is beautiful.

I even have a purse to go with it...

May I? Please do.

What is this?

Nothing that would concern you.

You know what I don't understand...

How can you be what you are...?

A professor... A bachelor!

A fag? -Yes, that. - That's what I thought. Go on.

How can someone be that, and at the same time be such a hardcore Croat?

They would sooner kill you than that miserable sod of mine.

My dear, you're full of prejudice. Me?!

Yes, you are prejudiced.

You see, back in Thebes, in ancient Greece,

where those things were treated more liberally,

there was even an elite squad which consisted exclusively of homosexuals.

They fought for their country like lions.

And do you know why?

Because they weren't only fighting for their own lives,

but for the lives of their lovers, too.

Wow. -Oh, yes.

This one will fit you perfectly.

Professor, I wanted to ask if he could come tomorrow.

These are the guys who attacked the Gypsies and homeless people,

these are football hooligans, these are all-in-one, and this file...

These are your guys.

What's happening, Violeta?

This will pique your interest.

We picked them up after the attacks at the gay bars and the stoning of the Gay Pride.

That motherfucking Karate Kid.

Violeta, what's happening?

Do you have time for another round?

Sure, order me one.

I'll be right back.

Where were you? He's waiting for you upstairs.

Stay here.

Do you know who I just saw?

That guy who is killing dogs. Almost had him...

Ante!

Ante, come here.

Come here. Come on.

You're drunk. -No, I'm not.

You're such an idiot! You have five minutes to shower and sober up!

Fuck, the custard is probably burnt by now...

Of course it is!

Forbidden and punishable by law is any call for or incitement to war,

or use of violence...

and national, racial or religious hatred, or any form of intolerance.

Here you go.

Let me hear you.

Please, forgive me.

Samardzic! -I'm sorry.

You're drunk.

Get out.

Get out!

Samardzic! Come back here.

Don't tell me you don't hale the Serbs and pretend you're better than that.

That's a faggoty thing to do. Tell me how you feel about me to my face.

You're a weed.

Because I'm a Serb? -Yes!

And you Croats are the flowers? -No.

But we're better than you madmen and murderers.

I got to know your kind fairly well when I was a child.

When mom and I would visit dad in prison you, the cops, would strip us both naked.

You'd call us a whore and a bastard.

I can still hear the sniggering, I hear it whenever I see you.

I know you!

So, stop pretending, my dear Vasilije.

And there's no way I can convince you that I personally am different?

There is no such thing, we all belong somewhere.

Something bigger than ourselves defines us.

You're trying... With your new and shiny Croatian name,

and the fact that you fought on our side,

if that indeed was the case.

Honestly,

I have more respect for those Chetniks who left on tractors for good...

But, please, sit down, why are you standing?

What? You wanted me to be honest with you, so there you go.

Besides, you must be aware that most Croats feel this way.

The fact that you said that the majority feels this way...

Then you don't really need this anymore.

You need a new Constitution

for a new state, free from Serbs, Muslims,

Gypsies, Jews, Albanians and fags.

Good luck with that.

He paid me more than I earn in a month for taking care of his old man.

We really need that money.

And if you're planning on passing that exam...

You have to bite the bullet, my love.

You're not going back there.

What now? -No. Where is the woman?

She's not coming. The secret service assigned her a new post.

We have to gel you changed, you stink. -No! -Fuck you!

You idiot!

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

Oh, it's you.

I had to fill in for a colleague. Don't worry, I'll come by later.

I put my apartment key in your bag so you can visit when I'm at school.

Should I make us some coffee? -No.

She's here, are you happy now?

Your husband has told you about our conversation yesterday.

He was angry.

And you?

Are you angry with me?

I feel sorry for you.

That's very nice of you.

You're like an invalid. Because I'm a homosexual?

No.

Because you're so full of hate

and you don't know what love is.

Do you really think that I don't know what love is?

My dear, you've never loved a man the way I have.

Shall I make us some coffee after all?

His name was Boris, Hobo.

He was a cellist, a concertmaster.

His hands were beautiful, big, and yet so delicate...

Whenever we would take a walk along the forest trail,

I would put my hand into his big hand and he would hold it tight.

I knew that he belonged to me.

Just me and God.

It was like...

we were merged into one being,

with one heart and mind, one body and soul...

Whatever he was feeling, I too was feeling it.

And when the illness came,

and what an evil, cruel and horrible illness it was,

I suffered with him.

He was my everything.

His last concert was in Rijeka.

He came on stage, small and skinny...

like a little bird.

The suit was hanging off of him.

He played Handel...

as if he was already in another world.

The music was divine,

it came from the darkness, from the void,

from the fog on the other side of the river.

And soon he was gone, and I, too, was gone.

Dad is the only reason I'm still here, but in reality, I died with Bobo.

Babe!

Are you coming?

What's wrong? - Nothing, I'm fine.

Everyone shall be presumed innocent and may not be considered guilty...

Everyone shall be presumed innocent and may not be considered guilty...

May not be considered guilty of a penal...

Where are you going, punk?

Did you hear what I said? Where are you going?

To see professor Kralj. - You don't say.

To kick him around a bit more? - It wasn't...

It wasn't me. -Sure it wasn't, it was my grandma from Gospic.

Don't lie, you little cunt, We have you on file.

This isn't your first time. We've arrested you before.

That was a mistake. I happened to be in the club when the police came

and arrested Bobanovic and his gang.

And what were you doing in the club? Dancing.

I didn't beat up anybody. That's what I wanted to tell the professor.

Bobanovic? -Toni Bobanovic, goes to the Seventh High School.

Historical foundations?

Are you listening? Historical foundations?

Leave me alone, please. - You haven't learned a thing.

Go to the professor, he can help you study. I'm no good at that.

Try this.

Hey!

A bit more. -I've been thinking, don't laugh.

His apartment is big. has four rooms. He and his old man are all alone.

He told me they'll be leaving it to the Church,

but if the two of us make an effort...

Brilliant plan. You're a genius.

You have a better one? We're not eligible for a loan.

Hi!

Who was that? The professor.

Screw him. He would never leave you the apartment! -Be quiet!

His father is still alive, for Pete's sake!

His father's not long for this world and neither is he. I can tell.

Let me be clear,

I'm not going to suck up to that Ustasha.

No, but you're still trying to find out who attacked him.

I just want to show him that I'm a better man than he is.

They took his mother's medallion. He told me that in the hospital.

For fuck's sake,

we should have sent you to take his statement.

That's the third one. Second! -Third!

And if you drink that, you can forget about tonight.

Equality... freedom...

Equality..-

National equality...

Gender equality...

Respect for human rights...

Conservation of nature and the human environment...

are the highest values of the constitutional order...

Good job, my love.

Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

I fed and cleaned your dad. He's sleeping now.

Excuse me.

What color is that eye shadow?

It doesn't suit you at all.

When you finish, I'll show you how it's done.

We thinned out the cheeks.

Made your eyes pop.

We'll finish it off with a thick coat of mascara.

Always apply a thick coat of mascara.

That's it.

I have this magnificent lipstick. You can take it, it doesn't really suit me.

He really was very handsome.

He reminds of this Russian Jew I saw on TV.

Bobo was neither a Russian nor a Jew. -Come on, professor.

What type of cancer was it? Jaw cancer.

For months I begged him to go see a doctor.

When he finally did, it was too late.

In reality, he gave up.

Perhaps the operation would have helped, but...

he didn't want them to cut him open.

And then, one night. He put a stop to it all.

He sent me home, telling me he was tired,

and then he went to the Upper Town and shot himself in the mouth.

You probably know that bench, it was in the newspapers.

Yeah, the suicide bench.

We have to stitch up the clumsy ones every now and then in the ER.

Bobo wasn't clumsy.

Just a second. This goes here... That's it.

Done.

Oh my God, I look great. Thank you.

Thank you. And can I ask you to do something for me? 'Yes.7

Will you put on some makeup and a dress?

No way. -Oh, come on. please, I want to see you. -I can't.

Please. -I can't.

That was reserved for someone who was very close to me... -We're close!

For somebody I loved.

I'm ready!

Sit down.

My name is Katarina.

You're very beautiful, Katarina.

Do you hear that?

Wow...

Whoa...

What is this?

Pick your tongue up off the floor.

Help me with this.

They brought in the dog killer this morning. He needed stitches.

Someone recognized him and unleashed their pit bull...

The beast bit his hand and his face.

The police came to question him, but he couldn't speak.

No, this is just for the guys who know the Constitution.

Get dressed, we're in a hurry.

Good afternoon. We're back.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

THE CONSTITUTION OF THE REPUBLIC OF CROATIA

Here, now you're ready for work.

I'll be leaving you now. (Please)

You can call me if you need me.

I don't know how much ground you covered since the last time we met.

Not much.

We'll have to pick up the pace.

I'll teach you a trick, maybe it will help us.

Put your hands up like this.

If you want to memorize something new, clench your right fist...

No, that's your left fist.

That's it.

So, if you want to memorize something new, clench your right fist...

Later, when you want to access that information,

clench your left fist.

This has been scientifically proven; it is linked to the different centers

in the left and right sides of the brain. Let's go.

Right - memorizing, left - accessing.

Memorizing.

Accessing.

Right - memorizing... - Wait a minute!

Memorizing and accessing.

Memorizing and accessing.

Memorizing? No, the right one.

Good, good.

There he is.

Let's go. -Why are you whispering?

You only saw his room, but look at the size of this place.

Where did they get this from? - From his mother's family.

I would put the children's room here.

Oh, not here, it should be next to ours.

I would fix this up and rent it out to female students.

You silly girl.

The old man did the bookkeeping for the Church here.

I thought this could be your man cave.

With a small beer fridge. - Non-alcoholic beer.

And can I bring my friends here? Nope.

Heil Hitler!

See, this room alone is bigger than our entire flat.

We've got thirty-two square meters and this is thirty-four with the balcony.

All of this goes to the Church after they die.

They already gave them the keys. - What a brilliant idea.

The Church really needs more property. -That's what I'm saying.

We're crammed into our apartment - imagine us having a real living room,

a real kitchen...

You would have your own room.

How, my love? You know it's impossible.

I know.

But let me dream a little.

You're fucked. -It wouldn't be the first time.

Professor, my Ante... - Mrs. Maja!

He didn't come home and now he says he's being interrogated by the police.

I don't understand. What happened?

He was trying to find those guys who hurt you. He fucked up.

Don't... please, calm down.

Maybe I can help.

Just calm down, please.

Good morning. I need to speak to minister Rukavina.

Tell him it's Vjekoslav Kralj.

No. just go in and tell him that Vjekoslav Kralj needs him.

Hello Darko, it's me, Vjeko Kralj.

I need a small favor.

Give me a minute, please.

Professor, what are you doing here?

Samardzic, is this because of me?

I told you to slay out of it. You shouldn't have done this.

He's been causing trouble for years, they brought him in several times.

He always gets off the hook.

His father is an MP, completely shady.

That's our beloved country, my dear professor.

Leave our beloved country alone.

Vjekoslav Kralj to see you, chief.

Miroslav Plese, nice to meet you. -You too.

I don't know if you've been informed... Minister Rukavina himself called me.

What's this faggot doing here? Shut your mouth.

If I understood it correctly, some of this belongs to you.

Yes. this locket belonged to my late mother.

You motherfucking Chetniks.

You can suck my dick, you piece of communist shit. -I'm sorry.

Fuck you! -Thank you. - No, thank you for everything.

My neighbor Samardzic... -Has done some excellent police work.

Fucking Gypsies! Fuck you, motherfucking communist!

You can eat my shit! Shut up!

Jewish piece of Gypsy scum! - He said that already.

He's stuck on repeat. - Yeah. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Go suck your click, you partisan scum!

Thank you!

Stazic, stay here!

My neighbor told me you helped him.

Thank you.

You're welcome, it's nothing... - Don't worry about your F anymore.

I'm giving you a D this semester.

Is a C out of my reach?

No, thank you, a D is enough.

Can I ask you something? -Yes.

How did you tell your folks that you're a...?

What? A faggot?

Stazic, I appreciate what you've done for me but

it's not like we're suddenly friends. -I'm sorry.

Wait!

Why do you ask?

I'm asking for a friend... I can see he's having a rough time.

Well, it's not easy.

I want to help him.

How do you get rid of the hardship and the pain?

Sit down.

You can't. -No?

The pain never leaves you.

The guilt stays with you until the end.

The feeling that...

you're a disappointment.

Every day you struggle with self-hate.

Every single day.

I don't know. Maybe it's easier these days.

I had a really hard time. -But...

Have you ever contemplated suicide?

Many times.

But life is beautiful...

And men can be very beautiful.

Oh, yes.

More?

Mom...

You always treated her poorly.

This is nice.

Yes.

Oh, the Christmas concert, 1997.

The only time mom met up with Bobo.

She really liked him a lot, you know.

Oh, my dearest Bobo.

He was so beautiful.

He was so beautiful.

What? You don't think so?

You don't agree?

Crimes, arrests, accidents "Suicide on the Upper Town bench"

Do you believe there's something after death?

Uh-uh.

No.

Nothing at all? Nothing.

I believe there is.

And when my time comes,

mom and Bobo will be waiting for me.

And we'll hug and slay together forever.

Hey! -Hey, are you OK?

We're wailing for you downstairs for lunch.

Each human being has the right to life.

There shall be no capital punishment in the Republic of Croatia.

Freedom of conscience shall be guaranteed.

And... -And religion. - And religion.

And the freedom to demonstrate religious or other convictions.

Good job!

You know, professor,

ever since you've been at the precinct, they look at me with new eyes.

I might become the shift supervisor.

Let's not exaggerate.

Come on, you'll be late.

Don't turn around.

It's a Serbian tradition.

For luck.

Those savages.

My mom used to make gnocchi like these.

They taste the same. Wonderful. -Thank you.

Ante and I love to eat and we always cook more food than we need.

So come whenever you want.

You don't have to call ahead, just come. -Thank you.

All right.

Shorty! -Yes?

Go to the hospital.

The dog poisoner has escaped again. -Yes, boss.

Wish me luck.

You can do it. man! - You go, Ante!

You can do it! -You're a legend! -Go, Ante!

Come on, you're not brilliant. But you're not too bad either.

Article 39 is all that's left.

Article 39, going once...

Going twice... Going thrice...

Nothing?

Wait a minute.

Any call for or incitement to war

or use of violence,

to national, racial or religious hatred,

or any form of intolerance shall be prohibited and punishable by law.

That's it! -Good job.

Come on, eat.

Dad...

Dad...

Dad...

Dad...

Oh, dad...

Father Tomo, is that you?

Vjekoslav Kralj speaking.

Dad just died...

Thank you.

If you could take care of that, I would be eternally grateful.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes!

Come on, Maja, hurry up.

Come on, Maja, hurry up.

Don't rush me. I have to look presentable for him. -But not for me?

Don't tell me you're jealous. -Yeah, right.

I haven't told you the most important thing.

The social worker called. -And.7

And... we have been granted the right to adopt.

We're meeting the child next Tuesday.

We'll be mom and dad.

Shit, man!

What's happening?

And deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

I'm sorry... and you are?

The neighbors. I was his nurse.

I'm afraid your work is done.

He's with our Lord now. - And the professor, his son?

I don't know.

I know. -Give us this day our daily bread...

Slow down! -Hurry up! We'll be late!

You might lose the apartment. - Shame on you! How can you say that?

And what's with the bottle? - I didn't know what to do with it.

Come on!

Fuck!

I can't do it.

I'm not brave enough.

Why the fuck would you want to kill yourself!

Professor, Ante got a B on his exam.

Come on. you'll find somebody else.

You know how many gays there are out there? We bring them in every night.

I could bring you the files to choose from...

You could have a tall one, a short one, or a skinny one... -Enough, my love.

Tell him why we're here.

We'd like you to be the godfather.

Godfather?

We're adopting a child.

We're picking the child up next Tuesday.

We'd like to baptize it and if you'd do us the honor...

No one has ever asked me to be a godfather before.

There you go. Stay here.

Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.

This is breakfast, this is three days worth of lunch,

this is dinner, and these are the biscuits.

One in the morning and one in the afternoon. But only if she's good.

To ride a bike on the brink of becoming a parent...

It's just for three days.

That's highly irresponsible.

Don't ruin it for me, it was a hard sell as it is.

I'm going.

Who's giving me these sweet kisses?

Violeta! Violeta!

Violeta!

Who is a sad puppy? Who is crying?

Violeta, don't cry, daddy will be home soon.

What a woman!

Maja and I were talking last night.

If it's a boy, we'll call him Vjekoslav.

And if it's a girl, we'll call her Katarina.

Your daddy is silly.

Isn't he?

They'll be back soon.

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