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CALVARY

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you sleeping? -I can't sleep.

I'm worried. Do you know the municipal employees came here

to examine the castle? Do you know that?

What are we going to do? You just wander around with that accordian of yours

and you don't give a fuck about us! I can't sleep at night.

I keep wondering whether they'll confiscate the castle. -This castle is not ours! It was only given to your father

by the communists for safekeeping. We have no right to call it our property!

We've been living in this castle for 50 years! The owner and his children were killed by communists.

We've kept this place from falling apart all these years so there must be a way for us to keep it!

I don't want to lose this castle! -If the municipal folks find out your father was one

of those communists, they'll kick you out of this castle like an old bucket.

We're not suitcases so they can just chug us out!

Call your pets to aid you. They used to rock the world.

Get out!

I was up all night playing this accordian and trying to make a living. I need to get some sleep!

Leave me alone. I don't need this shit so early in the morning.

Go back to sleep! What are you waiting for?

You bitch! You can never have me!

Veronica, please, help me.

Hello?

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

He sleep in the bed.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, my god! Is it possible?

Come in.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir. You got a phone call from London.

They asked did you leave for Vienna to attend the European Folklore convention.

What convention?

I'm crazy. I'm crazy.

I'll kill myself. I'm really going to kill myself.

Quickly, give me that clean cloth, please.

Every time I have dinner with that bitch,

I become forgetful.

It's because I get drunk.

Quickly, call me a cab. I have to catch that flight.

I'm sorry, but the plane took off at 7 o'clock. -Oooooh...

What am I going to do?

I have to be in Vienna tonight. -Well, there's the bus.

It leaves at 10. -That's awful.

It's a five hour drive. -Not five. Ten.

Ten?!

The Croatiatrans bus just arrived.

Why aren't you drinking? I'm trying to get you drunk.

That's the only way to persuade you to get me a job in your magazine.

Yes... I noticed your evil intentions.

But... What is a society page journalist going to write

about in my magazine? My magazine writes about people from all over the world, about their cultures.

I'll fit in very quickly. I'd love to travel all around the world, just like you.

I read your article about Tibet. And the one about the Amazon forests is beautiful.

Did you really eat meatrolls with worms? Oh, how I envy you.

Then try to get me drunk.

Maybe you'll make me change my opinion on society journalists.

You ought to read the article on Spain in our next edition.

It's great.

I walked the same road as Ernest Hemingway. I saw a bullfight in Valencia.

I learned to dance flamenco. -Please, get me a job in your publication.

I'll be forever greatful.

Over my naked body, as the director said to the amateur actress.

You bastard! Please, get me that job.

Okay, I surrender. I'll talk to the editor in London tomorrow.

But I can't promise anything. I'm leaving for another cover story tomorrow.

Can I come with you?

Of course you can't. -I hate you! But...

Let's have another drink.

I don't think you can do it.

A woman's place is next to the stove. And with the children.

They shouldn't roam all around the world.

The Bible says God created woman so she can serve the man.

You chauvinistic pig! I'll never marry you!

But I never asked you to marry me.

What would I do with a feminist monster like you? I want to live life to the fullest.

And that'd be like commiting suicide. -Knock it off!

Hi, how are you?

You're finally here.

Here, let me give you a hand.

That's where I live. -So, you're an aristocrat?

No. My father-in-law got this castle from the communists, for safekeeping.

It hasn't been restored since. And we're still here.

Is the castle haunted? -Yes, of course.

It's haunted by the ghost of Veronica Desinich.

Good afternoon, how are you doing?

We say "Praise the Lord" around here. Nobody'll respond to "Good afternoon".

Praise the Lord, good people. How are you doing? -Praise the Lord.

This is my wife, Rose. -Nice to meet you, Rose.

This is my daughter, Mara. -Hello.

This is my son, Ivan. -Hello, Ivan. Here's a present for you.

The whole village will envy you.

That's my wife's sister. We call her auntie.

That's the road that led you here. I used to come here all the time.

And look at this valley,

waiting for you to come. My heart was with you.

Why are those poor people tied to the cross?

They willingly got crucified.

They repent the deaths of their sons who were killed in the Fatherland War.

They'll stay up there for a few days.

Do you want some water?

I never saw

anything like this before.

I think this might be a cover story.

This is the calvary of wishes and regrets.

In this place, you can talk directly to God.

My wife prayed to God for us to have a son. Honest.

My wife can talk to angels, holy Mary... sometimes even to God himself.

It's true.

Everybody in the village knows that.

We had three daughters. Two died as babies.

Only Mara's left.

I wanted a son so bad... Then my wife came here, prayed to God

and all the saints. Nine months after, Ivan was born.

Was it a virgin birth?

Of course not.

After the prayer, we sinned all day long.

But... the legend says this calvary fulfills people's wishes.

What a coincidence! I have a few wishes right now. -God grants wishes only to those who obey his laws.

Then he won't grant a single wish to you or me.

I hated my father from the bottom of my heart.

For as long as I can remember, he was drunk.

When I was 5, he promised to buy me a teddybear. I wanted a huge teddybear so bad.

God knows how much I wanted it.

We were poor.

I didn't have any toys.

Daddy, did you buy me a teddybear? -What teddybear? What teddybear?!

I won't spend my money on that bullshit! I'm working my ass off and this is what I get?!

Leave him alone, you drunk! -You can't tell me what to do! Get out!

Those punks! Trying to tell me what I can and cannot do in my own house!

Telling me what to do! I work my ass off all the time...

[indistinct]

I'm in charge here! I'm the boss!

I'll show them who's in charge!

We stayed out in the snow all night... watching him destroy everything we had.

I could never forgive him.

He never bought me that teddybear.

Now when I'm looking at the stars, I feel as if was looking for you for a thousand years.

A few weeks ago, I was in Spain.

I spent one night at the orange plantation in Cordoba.

I was looking at the stars and thinking of you.

I was wandering... how come our destiny led us to that bus two months ago?

What were you doing at that orange plantation? Enjoying some Spanish guy's arms?

I didn't hear that.

My car broke down in a village near Cordoba.

I had to wait all night for a mechanic.

So my wish to observe a Spanish village came true.

My great wish was to see Venice.

I'm curious. What does it look like... when the houses float on the sea.

I always wanted to take a ride in one of their boats. -Their boats are called gondolas.

Well... I'll take you there some time. Can you explain to me what that skull's doing in auntie's room?

The legend says a girl named Veronica lived here. He made her pay for her passionate love with her life.

Where did you come up with that about a thousand years?

I'm confused.

Do you think of me as an illiterate redneck? I used to work in Germany.

I read books in my free time.

I read every novel written by Ernest Hemingway, Agatha Christie...

You read Hemingway's work? -Yes.

The Old Man And The Sea, For Whom The Bell Tolls, The Sun Also Rises, Fiesta...

Congratulations!

What a coincidence! He's my favourite author. This calls for a celebration.

Congratulations once again. I could tell you were a true intellectual the first

time I saw you on that bus.

When I saw you for the first time, I felt goosebumps all over my body.

To Venice. -To goosebumps.

That's how friendships are made in Greece. -Huh?

Why does auntie have that black bandage on her arm? -I have no idea.

She's been wearing it for 25 years now. She never said why.

But... I'll unwrap it. And look what's under it. -That's out of the question. We're good, calm people,

who respect the secrets of others.

We're not savages like you townspeople. -But I like being a savage.

Yeah, you're really calm folks.

I'll kill you, you punk! You worthless drunk! I'll squash you like a bug if I ever see you again!

Praise the Lord. -Praise Him.

So, that's the journalist you've been waiting for? -Yes, that's me.

Come on in. I just got a free weekend from the service, I came

here with the guys and found out I've got a son. Drinks are on me.

My broter couldn't come.

I put 10 on her. -Come on, eat it.

Here's 20. -Come on folks, place your bets.

Can you beat her?

Come on, at, let's go. -Come on folks, place your bets.

Here, I put 20 on Shtef.

Come on, more, more! Come on, hurry up.

Come on, come on. Pero puts 10 on Shtef.

Come on, place your bets. Franjo gives 30.

Come on, keep going!

Come on, eat some more!

Marko gives 10. Shtef, he believes in you.

Eat it. Come on, eat it!

Come on, Marko.

You can't give up now. Sit back there.

Eat! Eat! Eat it!

Eat it! -Come on, Marko.

She's almost finished. Eat it!

There goes my 100 kunas.

Take this swine back home so he can get some rest.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, more, more. Come on, come on.

Get me to the bathroom! -Come on, just a little more.

Come on, eat some more! -I can't...

I'll faint.

I was dreaming, my dear dove, of the kiss of your sweet lips

I was dreaming, my dear dove, of the kiss of your sweet lips

Okay, that's it. And now...

Now we'll sing under your wife's window. -I never sang anything for my wife.

Well, now it's time to start. Women love shit like that. She'll love you more. Come on, music.

Rose, dear Rose, were you kissed recently? Were you kissed recently, oh my Rose?

Rose, dear Rose, were you kissed recently? Were you kissed recently, oh my Rose?

They both look drunk. They're singing the same two songs the whole time.

But they sing nicely.

I wish somebody sang to me like that.

Rose, dear Rose, I want to kiss you on the cheek I want to kiss you on the cheek Rose, dear Rose.

Rose, dear Rose, I want to kiss you on the cheek I want to kiss you on the cheek Rose, dear Rose.

Drop it already. It's time to go to sleep. You'll wake up the whole village with your howling.

Does everybody have to know you got drunk?

Look... Look what women are like!

You give them everything... and they're ungrateful.

So, as I was saying, if you want to live in the city, if you want pretty dresses and jewellery, then

get it on with that journalist. He's your golden chance.

I just feel he's perfect. -But I know nothing about him.

And I still like him a lot. Maybe I could fall in love with him.

Well, let him know that. -But how? He doesn't even notice me.

Smile at him. Make conversation. Don't be a mute. Put a bug in his ear.

Men are idiots. Give him a carrot, and he'll follow you like a donkey.

Hey...

Please, don't tell anyone about this. I couldn't stand the shame if the whole village knew.

Don't worry. Nobody'll find out.

Your donkey already wants that carrot.

God... Oh God...

Why are you punishing me like this? Why Lord, why? Answer me!

That bitch finally calmed down.

I hope the journalist didn't hear her.

You have nice a ring. Where did you get it? -My father bought it while he was working in Germany.

I love you so bad

I could die

You have no idea how I love you

Do you love me? -Uh-huh.

Will you marry me? -Yes.

This calvary has great power. It grants the wish before it was even requested.

These aren't proper champagne glasses, but they'll do.

To us.

These bubbles irritate me.

I've never drunk champagne before.

Well, you better get used to it. Once you marry me, we'll start every day

with a glass of champagne. -While I was still a kid, I dreamed

of marrying a guy like you. I never liked wimps and faggots.

What do you mean?

Those guys just show off. I read about them in the magazines.

They walk around all high and mighty.

You're all I want. -You're my sweetest carrot.

A carrot I'll be nibbling on for the rest of my life.

I'm your donkey, and you can ride me anytime you want. Until my skin starts peeling off.

Hey, I heard that story about the donkey and the carrot before.

Me too, last night.

Do you really want to marry me? -Yes.

I thought this was all a big joke. I just met you, I don't know anything about you.

Who are you? Where do you come from? -I came from your dreams.

I traveled all around the world, and I can tell what people are really like at first sight.

This is love at first sight. And that love lasts forever. Until the end of our days.

I did nothing wrong. That's not true! -How could you do that!?

I knew that stranger would bring us evil. I knew that.

I saw his wretchedness in my dreams. We need to get rid of the journalist today!

Shut up, you illiterate idiot. Where's your pride!?

Where's your dignity? You've brought great shame upon this house!

Do you want people to laugh at us!? -You know you're promised to another man.

Forget about that stranger! -Shut up, you damned snake! You traitor!

Shut up! How dare you talk back to us?! -Stop it. Why are you beating her?

This is all your fault. You brought the journalist here. -That doesn't mean she has to fuck him!

She's been promised to another man! -I don't love that man and I'll never marry him!

Of course. Not after what you did yesterday. And on my carpet, no less.

I hate you. -Shut up!

What's the matter with you? Are you trying to make me miserable for the rest of my life?

I don't love that man and I won't marry him! I love the journalist. Do you understand!?

Shut up! My reputation is at stake here. -What reputation!? I never let you promise me

to anybody.

Praise the Lord, good people. How are you doing?

Praise Him. -I happened to be walking by, and I heard you

arguing like Gypsies. Yes, it's true. I spent the whole day with Mara. It was

the best day of my life. It's the day I'll treasure for the rest of my days. I can understand how you

feel, Slavko. You promised your daughter to another man. But you did that against her will.

She loves me. And I love her. I'll marry her and take her to the city.

And you get yourself out of this mess on your own. -It isn't that simple.

I know. But that's your problem.

And don't hit her again. Otherwise, I'll bring up a few things from your private life you won't like.

I knew you'd bring us evil!

You're Satan! -You shut up. If you were any good, you'd

be married by now... Instead of biting pillows at night.

Now that we're finally alone, tell me... How could you do that to me?

Do what? -I loved you so much...

I never thought you'd do something like this to me.

But... I only came to love her because of you. -What the fuck are you talking about?

You made my life a living hell! -Calm down. You should be happy it turned out

like this. I don't love you any less than her. Besides, we'll be family now.

You won't marry Mara. I won't let you have her!

We're not animals! We have rules here!

What rules, you old moron?

I want to have a family. You have one too. I don't bust your ass over that.

I have nothing against you getting married.

But why do you want to marry my daughter?

I want us to be together. -It's for the best that I should marry your daughter.

I invited you to my home! You can stay for as long as you like.

But I beg you, promise me you'll stay away from Mara!

I promise.

I'll deny you my hospitality! You won't be able to stay at my castle!

I'll throw you out!

I can go away, but you... You'll miss me every day. Every second of every

day you'll be thinking about me, and that'll create a hell in your soul.

You're right! Damn you!

You're right.

I love you more than I love myself!

I'll kill you!

Where are you going?

Nowhere. Ivan's taking me to see the the pastures.

Auntie, auntie... bathe me.

God... God just gave me a sign. -Auntie, wash me between my legs.

You little rascal. You mean the world to your auntie.

Did you hear that laughter? -No, I didn't.

What laughter?

Somebody'll die tonight.

It's the owl.

An owl's call announces death.

I know who's about to die tonight. It's you.

Why me?

I have a hunch that your wife will come in here and find us... naked in bed. And then...

Then she'll take a chainsaw and cut you in half.

Just imagine a newspaper article: "Revenge of a cheated wife!"

"Famous journalist found butchered in bed along with his gay lover, who's old enough to be his father."

"They were hiding in a godforsaken village! Here, buy the papers!"

"Latest news!" Oh god, what a perversion...

Do you want me to go and shoot that owl since you're so superstitious?

Oh, God! Oh my God!

Why are you punishing me like this? Why are you letting me live to see this?

God... God!

Why did you go against God's laws?

You ruined my life!

Now... Now I understand everything. I've loved you for 30 years. For 30 years I've

been living in your shadow. I never told you that.

I was afraid of God. I entered your room to inhale the smell of your lust.

I loved you since the day we met. Because of my passion for you, I ate dirt and worms. I punished

myself for loving a married man.

I was crazy with love! -What's the matter with you, you idiot!?

Are you crazy? Get out! -Crazy? Me? I'm not crazy!

You never knew of my love for you. You're the reason I never got married.

Your marriage to your wife was holy to me. I respected that regardless of my suffering.

And now... Now I see that's all a lie!

And you... You cheated on your wife! You lied to me! God won't forgive you that!

God will punish you through my hand! I'll slay you.

Hold it, you stupid woman! Let me explain!

I don't need your explanations! My body and soul have been ruined!

If that's your only problem, then come over here, pussycat. Lie between us two. We'll fill all

your holes. It'll be so good it'll make up for all the lost years.

Oh my God! That's... That's...

That's living your life. Get over here pussycat, and enjoy.

Were you chaste all these years?

She's a virgin! You even can't see shit like this in cartoons!

Don't laugh at me! Don't laugh at me, damn you!

Nobody laughs at me! I'm a miserable and humiliated woman!

I'll slay you too!

Wait... Wait!

I wasn't laughing. I was merely saying that Slavko should take your virginity.

This is all his fault.

Come here, pussycat. Take it in your hand. You'll feel your heart pumping faster.

Your heart will go tick tock. Like a swiss watch. You'll feel young again.

Satans! You Satans! You'll end up in hell! I'll slay you both! And then...

And then I'll slay your son! I'll end your damned bloodline forever!

Water... water...

Water... water... My heart...

Hey! She's dying on us, man!

God fulfilled her wish after all. She died looking at the male genitalia.

This is great. I didn't have to shoot her. -What are we going to do now?

Nothing.

It's God's will.

Looks like this was her most important treasure. This must be your pubic hair.

My brothers and sisters, today's sermon will be a sequel to the last week's one.

Jesus chose 12 apostles from among his followers and sent them out saying "Go forth and preach.

Be not afraid."

Not here. Somebody'll see us. -Where were they hiding you from me, darling?

I can't live without you.

I think about you all the time.

You're like a beautiful poem.

Only God knows how happy I am when I'm with you.

But I can't come back home until you leave.

I'll come and get you. When are we going to...

Mara! Mara! You have to get back. Everybody's looking for you.

Let me go! Let me go! I didn't do anything!

Let go of me! What have I done? Let me go!

Come on people, what did I do? I'm not guilty! Let me go!

No! No! No!

People, we're the order of the Holy Sacrament. Our holy duty, given to us by God, is to rid the Earth of

heretics, atheists, godless men and all other blasphemous vermin.

We captured a blasphemer who defies God's laws. He doesn't acknowledge Nature's laws.

He made a deal with the Devil. According to the Holy Bible, he should get a death penalty.

Let's kill this Satan. We need to clean the world of this evil, of this horrible plague that destroys

our youth, our families and our country.

They're crazy. They're crazy.

I need to get out of here. I need to get out. Let me go.

Let me go!

Calm down.

It was just a bad dream.

God almighty, punish them! Punish them, oh dear God!

They humiliated me! Me, a holy woman! A mother! A martyr!

God almighty, give me faith! And bring revelation to my husband.

Enter his heart and clean it of sin. And punish the journalist!

God, hear my plea! Destroy that male scum!

Don't! You'll only ruin your life. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Besides, you'll scare off those girls that are swimming down there.

She must be mine!

Yeehaw.

Barmaid!

TV isn't working.

Get over here and fix it.

Oh? You like my tushy? Huh? -It's great, babe.

You morons!

Calm down!

I'll kick all of you out!

Barmaid! The TV isn't working! Get your fat ass over here!

Move away, you idiot. I'll fix it!

Hey you! What game are you trying to play here?

Why did you bring the journalist? Are you trying to make us look like complete idiots?

I'll slay you like a pig. You promised Mara, and we're holding you to that.

If you don't, we'll burn your house. Do you understand!?

This was just a warning. The journalist must leave tomorrow!

Why did you promise your daughter to those punks?

Answer me!

Take the knife away. You'll cut me.

If I cut you, I'll give you a kiss. -Josip was working with me back in Germany.

And he found out about your dirty desires, huh? -Now he's blackmailing me.

He wants Mara to marry his brother Nikola.

He promised to keep the castle mine. He has influential friends.

Damn them! Nothing good can come of it.

I traveled all over haunted places in Europe trying to make a pact with the Devil. And nothing.

I sold my soul to the Devil the day I met you. -Not just your soul. Your body, too.

My mother keeps telling me I should forget about him

but...

What's the matter?

Hit him! Come on, get him!

Hit him! -Hold it!

What do you think you're doing?

This is none of your business, fatso. -Fatso!? Fatso!?

I'm not fat, you rude fuck! Get out! This is my inn!

What? What are you looking at, you motherfucker!? Get out, now! Move!

What's the matter? What are you staring at, you sons of bitches? Do I have to save the

reputation of our village? Do you want the journalist to write a crappy article on us

because of those three savages? Shame on you!

Drinks for everybody! The journalist's buying. -Right on!

You illiterate idiot! You'll listen to me! You'll marry me!

Let me go! Let me go! Get away from me!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

You bastard!

(indistinct)

Have you finished your story?

I have to take a few pictures, and then I'll be on my way.

I'm not trying to get rid of you. You can stay as long as you like.

But you can see for yourself that you're not used to living in a village.

If you fall again, you might break your leg. You'll come back for Christmas, and you can

stay here the whole winter. -I'm leaving for Norway this winter.

I'm writing a story about polar wolves.

When I finish that story, I'll invite you to come and be my guest. You'll see my home.

We'll go to Venice. -Deal.

After you're done with Norway, you'll come here. There are a lot of rabbits here. We can go hunting

every day.

Mara'll get married before Christmas. There won't be any problems with her.

Yes, sure, she'll get married. I can tell you that.

Are you drunk or something? God must be punishing you for something.

I could've got hurt. -But God protects you.

Yes?

Good afternoon and bon appetit. The tourists are here to take a tour of the castle.

I'll be right there.

Why are you crying? -Did your lover kick you out of the bed?

Who?

What are you talking about? -I know everything. I saw you getting into his bed.

I never thought you'd do something like this to me. Your perversion has crossed every possbile boundary.

God will punish you.

Is that what you thought? You stupid woman.

I love you, and only you. How could you think something like that? I only went to his bed to

tell vulgar jokes. You know that a holy woman, who speaks with God, mustn't listen to such vulgar language.

What would the angels say? -We don't make love anymore.

But we're getting old. Do you want me?

I love you. I never cheated on you.

Do you believe me? -Do you swear it?

Yes. -Forgive me, I was stupid.

I forgive you.

All women are stupid.

It's so hard. Feel it.

I'm leaving soon. I'm going to write a story about wheat fields in Ukraine.

I really want to visit that country.

Look, your property now belongs to somebody else.

Look at the way she eats her food. It's horrible.

I knew God would punish him eventually.

So, what do you do for a living? Are you still in school?

No, I didn't go to school.

Well, what have you been doing then?

I was a shepherd. I used to watch over horses and sheep.

That's a good one.

Hello.

Hi. -Have a seat.

I'm with somebody. -You don't have a moment to join us for a glass

of this exquisite wine?

Hm... Traminac. From '67.

Everything I know about wines I learned from my father.

What have you done, you moron!? You bastard! You did it on purpose!

Just look at me!

What's the matter? What are you laughing at, you illiterate shepherd?

You'll be sorry you left your pastures.

Calm down. People are looking at us. I won't calm down!

I don't care if those morons are looking!

I'll kill you, you bastard!

You have a dinner scheduled for today. With mister Father and miss Mother.

Will the young lady be coming with you? -I won't be going anywhere.

I have to finish my story and send it to London.

But it's miss Mother's birthday. She'll be sad if you don't come.

I completely forgot about that.

It's okay.

I'll buy her a present.

Can you please teach Mara the basics of table manners?

How to hold a fork and a knife, which glass is used for which drink, stuff like that.

And please... Don't be mad.

She really didn't have the opportunity to learn that.

There's nothing to be upset about, sir. The important thing is she's here with you.

In a short while, we'll make a true lady out of her.

Good morning. How did you sleep?

Wonderful. That's because I was sleeping next to you.

Are you happy here? -Thank you for making my dreams come true.

I'll love you until the day I die.

Is that your parents' house? -It's our family castle.

It's been in our family's posession for 300 years.

The communists took it for a while, but it has been returned to us.

Do you like it? -M-hm.

I'm scared. Maybe I should've stayed home.

Good afternoon. How are you doing?

What a beautiful surprise!

Dear mom, I wish you a happy birthday, and many, many more to come.

Thank you, son.

This is my future wife. -Finally.

I hoped for that all these years. This is my best ever birthday.

I wish you all the best. Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Dear dad, there's something I have to tell you about that girl.

I know you expect me to get married.

We expect you to get married.

We hope to have grandchildren some day. Nothing more.

We wish you all the best, son.

Gentleman, your dinner is ready.

Our family has a long tradition.

You'll learn many new things here. There's plenty of time.

All it takes is some effort. I'm so glad my son met you.

Oh, how wonderful. If you'll excuse me, I would like to skip dinner.

I'm not hungry. -There, there. Just be brave.

Your learning has just begun. This table was set for us,

and there's no reason to be afraid of it.

Yes?

A letter for you, sir.

It's marked "urgent".

Yes?

Praise the Lord. -Praise Him! Welcome!

The guests are here. Hello, Ivan.

Greetings, madam.

I'm glad you took Mara to the city. She had a tough life here.

Slavko's upset. But he'll accept it eventually.

Where's Slavko? -He went to the baptismal fetes.

Don't worry. I'll calm him down. -I'm not afraid of him.

Slavko's a good man.

Yes?

Praise the Lord.

Where's your brother, Nikola? -He's in the pantry.

Has the journalist arrived? I didn't think he'd be that stupid.

That letter you sent him in Slavko's name worked.

You're such a macho man. -What we're doing is a sin.

No, it's not. God knows my husband can't satisfy me.

I can't even feel him. I need a big one.

What vulgar language! You're not as innocent as people say.

You bastard! -You said such things don't exist.

And now when he has a lover, you're going all schizo.

I'll kill them. -Oh, this is so good. I'm on fire.

I'm burning with desire. -You might want to ease off on the fire.

You're sitting on a barrell full of gasoline.

He insulted you as a man.

The whole village is laughing at you.

It's an insult that can only be washed away with blood.

You must take your revenge. He robbed you of your pride, your dignity.

He took the woman who was promised to you! You must take revenge!

Kill him! Slay him! That's the only way to save your soul from

eternal humiliation! I'll go to the Calvary and pray to God to forgive you.

He'll forgive you because he hears my cries for justice! God must forgive you!

You're only defending your honor as a man. Kill that immoral bastard!

Oh, God...

How I want to see him tonight.

And he's not here.

Praise the Lord. -Praise Him.

What are you doing still awake? -You're home early.

The guys went home. Poor folks.

Oh, we had guests? -Your loverboy's here.

I already told you not to say such stupid things.

He's not my loverboy! He's my friend.

And now my son-in-law.

Don't let it happen ever again. Ever! Do you understand?

I'll squash you like a bug.

God will punish you. -Well, he's already punished you. Giving you that

stupid head full of woman bullshit. "I'm God's pet."

You're an idiot!

Thank you, my dear friend, for bringing me a present I've wanted for 40 years.

I was looking at the stars just now, and they told me that this night is going to be the happiest night of my life.

Thank you, Lord.

Oh my God! This is a nightmare!

Oh my God! Dear God!

Dear God, please no! Everything but this!

Son! My son! Ivan, my son! Ivan! Ivan! Ivan!

Oh, God... God...

Son? Ivan?

Ivan! -Ivan!

Ivan! My son! Son!

What happened!? -You dare to ask? You dare to ask!?

You killed my son! Murderer! What are you waiting for!? Get the gun!

He killed our son! Murderer! Murderer! -Ivan... Ivan, my son!

You won't get away! We'll kill you! God will punish you!

Folks, we have to search the village thoroughly.

One group will head to the valley. It's the only way he could escape.

Be careful. He has a knife. He used it to kill a child.

Don't have mercy on him. -Wait a minute. Wait a minute!

We have no right to kill him! We must catch him first. Then we'll tie him up

and call the police. I don't want his life on my conscience. Am I right?

That's right! -People, let's go.

Stop!

You go that way. -Which way?

He probably went that way.

We must find him and kill him at any cost.

If he gets to the police, he'll tell them you killed Ivan. You bloody idiot.

Hey, journalist! Journalist! I know you're here somewhere.

Come to me. I'll protect you. The whole village is hunting you.

They're armed with machine guns and grenades. They'll kill you.

Journalist! Where are you, you city scumbag!?

You promised to publish my photo on the cover of your magazine.

Journalist!

Our Father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come Thy will be done

On earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our debts As we have also forgiven our debtors

And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen.

Stop! Let's get back to the village. -Okay.

I heard an explosion back that way.

The journalist won't dare wander through these hills at night. He'll hide in the village.

Guys, look! A fire! People, let's get back to the village.

That devil will burn our homes.

The journalist is in the village. Let's go protect our homes.

But... wait... The brothers will kill him. -I'll kill him, if he tries to burn my house down.

That's our house! -The bastard knew it was our house.

My wife and my whole family is in there! -Stop! You don't know what it's like in there. Stop!

Stop! You don't know what's in there. Stop!

Our father is dead! -They're all dead!

Damn you, journalist. -Everybody's dead!

We'll kill you! We'll find you!

Where are you!? -Damn you, journalist! I'll kill you!

I'll kill you, you bastard! -Journalist, damn you! Damn your whole family!

Journalist! Journalist! -I'll kill you, journalist!

The journalist will definitely try to escape after this. -We'll get him. Let's split. If you catch him, tie him up.

I want to kill him myself.

God please, bring him back to life. I prayed for him to be born.

He's your son! Please, dear God, hear my prayer!

No!

So, God wanted me to be the one who'll kill you. He stopped me once before, but he won't stop me now.

There's no way he'll stop me. -You bastard. You killed Ivan.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren't in the room. But nothing can save you now.

Fuck you! -Don't worry, I won't kill you.

I'll call Josip, and then... Then you'll die slowly and painfully.

Josip!

Josip! He's here!

Josip!

Josip!

He's here! I got him!

I did not kill your son.

I know.

This is all your fault! If it wasn't for you, none of this would've happened.

You old moron! This is not my fault.

It's that ticket-seller's fault.

The one who sold me a ticket for the same bus as you.

She's the one you should kill.

Or maybe it's your fault? Why did you take the international bus line? You could've taken a local one.

Besides...

you could have walked to your castle. And we would have never met.

Don't mock me! -You're the village intellectual, after all.

In a situation like this, I can only ask For whom the bell tolls?

For you! And then for me!

I'll kill you! Then I'll kill myself!

It's a hard thing to do. When I remember the bus...

It was so crowded. I forgave you for taking Mara away from me.

But my son... I don't have a son anymore! Oh, God...

That child was my whole life!

With him gone, I don't want to live anymore!

I'm not responsible for your son's death.

But if you think that my death will bring him back to life...

Then kill me.

Oh God, dear God! Have mercy on me! Resurrect my son! Resurrect my son, dear God!

Take my life, but give him his back!

God, please! God, answer me!

Decide already. We're wasting our time here.

Besides, I have a story to write. -You'll never get to write it!

No!

Don't kill him, dad. I'm pregnant with his child. Please!

Don't make my child an orphan.

Freeze! Police! Hold it! Don't move!

Forgive me.

Is it true? -Yes.

Good evening, sir. I came to wake you up from a bad sleep.

It's great you're here. You'll get to meet all these interesting people.

I'll kill you!

You burned my father! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Mommy. -Does it hurt?

It's nothing.

The bullet just scratched you.

You'll be jumping around like a rabbit in a few days.

You'll only have this little scar to remind you that it happened at all.

(indistinct)

A murder... one dead... Have you seen... you saw...

Do you know who commited the murder?

Calm down.

Things'll get better. It's a new day.

And... Venice is waiting for us. -Will Ivan be coming with us?

Sure. He'll be with us always.

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