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Are you okay?

Rain again, huh?

And this damn wind too.

- Yeah, they really fixed this one up, huh? - Yeah, they did.

Mhm.

You know him from before?

Yeah, I do.

I’ve done a few jobs for him already.

- So, how’s the sound on your phone? - Oh, it’s ready.

Just like that, ready.

- What do you think, what is it? - I don’t know.

That’s why I’m asking you, is the sound good or not?

It’s good, man, it’s always good.

Your mom’s talented! Your mom’s a bitch… shameless!

You can’t find better, fuck your mom’s dog, fuck your mom’s dog!

Your mom’s a bitch…

- I see you’re ready too. - Yeah, I am. Yeah, man.

You got anything on you?

If needed?

A weapon, man, something.

No.

Did you take it from your mom?

No, I didn’t.

Don’t get yourself in trouble.

- I’ve got a holster. - Mhm.

Did you make it yourself or did you take the one from your mom’s kitchen?

Ah, don’t fuck with me! You heard me, right?

Come on, don’t bullshit!

- Is it real? - What do you mean?

How should I know? There are some benches…

- Or the ones for killing pigs. - It’s real, man, it’s real.

- Come on, let me try it. - Where? Don’t touch it. Don’t touch it!

Fine, I won’t take it, relax.

But it’s good, man, it’s good. Is it automatic?

No.

Ah… I thought so.

- Glock? - What Glock, fuck Glock!

It’s good, it’s good.

I thought about getting one for myself, but they’re expensive as hell.

Where did you think about getting it?

Where? In Prerade, you know…

I’ve got a contact for that.

Online.

Yeah…

Give me a cigar.

- Why are you shaking? - Ah… Nah, I’m cool.

Yeah.

I’m not your bitch.

Then light it with your own damn lighter, don’t bother me!

Fuck…

Who are you calling?

Wolt.

- Huh? - You little idiot.

Is he even…

- Where are you??!! - Around the building, you?

- Let’s goooo! - Is that him…

Not good.

Let’s go, fuck his mom!

The bitches are on fire!

Let’s goooo!

So you’re already on fire, huh?

- Come on! - Okay.

- Let’s go! - What about the door?

- Get in! - Open the door.

- Let’s go!!! - You hear me. Open the door.

Don’t pull out the knife until I say so, got it?

Well, what did you say? Huh?

Did you tell me what to do? Do I need a knife?

I don’t know, I don’t know.

Should I go behind you then?

Get in! Let’s goooo!

♪ In the storms of life, a flame ♪

♪ My thoughts drift away from my body ♪

♪ My own guide… ♪

♪ Night calls me, lights shine forever - Sin City! ♪

♪ I’m my own boss, sailing with a small crew, screw team building ♪

♪ Sitting under a palm tree, the wind carries the scent of the sea ♪

♪ And business flows in parallel Mom, please, pass me… ♪

♪ I’m returning to my paradise ♪

♪ I’m returning to my paradise ♪

♪ I’m returning to my paradise ♪

♪ I’m returning to my paradise ♪

- Come into the living room. - Yeah.

What is it? Let’s go into the living room.

What?

What is it?

Why can’t we eat here?

Huh, fine.

Then what?

What happened?

Suspension.

Yeah?

Bravo, son, bravo. Well done.

For what?

For talking about the Roman Empire with the kids and then something about Christianity and…

… I just said Christianity started as a Jewish sect.

- Huh? - And someone didn’t like that.

Well, of course someone didn’t like that.

And now what?

How long are you grounded?

Until further notice.

Bravo. Congratulations.

So, you’re thinking about staying here a bit, huh?

So what?

Can’t.

Come on, stupid, this is your house, you can stay here as long as you want.

Why are you looking at me? Eat, come on.

Hah-ah.

Ha.

- Hey, Toma, what happened? - What, what happened? I was showering!

Open up, I gotta pee!

Why are you locking yourself in?

What, why are you locking yourself in? I was showering.

What, you afraid someone’s gonna steal your stuff?

Can’t you just wait a second while I shower?

I can wait.

Little Mićo can’t.

Come on, Mićo, I’ll kiss you on the eye, come on.

I made you a key.

- Really? - Yeah. You just need to put a keychain on it.

- Why do I need a keychain? - So you know which one is yours.

- Can’t my key be without a keychain? - Here, take it, for God’s sake!

There you go, Mićo! Bravo, boss.

Good job. Bravo, Mićo.

Come on, another dz…

Good job.

What are you doing, hey?

Did you find the keychain?

Here, I’m looking.

I’ve got one for you, come on.

Is it for the dolphins?

What’s wrong with the dolphins?

DELFINO PESCARA 1936

What are you looking at, Delfino?

You’ve got a keychain for the dolphins too. How are we gonna know which is whose?

Mine’s big, yours is small.

Yeah?

Here you go, the match is ending, zero

That’s a really important goal, a really important goal.

We could end up in the third division.

When did you play for them?

When I played, we made it to the first league.

Yeah, and then you dropped back to second.

- Yeah, but we came right back up. - And then dropped again.

Yeah, that was back in the tapa-tapa-tapa days, man!

We got relegated to that… C1 league.

Oh my god, what a wild league that was, my goodness.

Yeah, but then Álvaro Recoba came on loan.

- You remember little Álvaro? - Great guy.

And a magician with the ball. He could eat you alive… He could do anything with that ball.

I remember him, on training here — He was just lazy, that’s all.

- Alright, I’m going for a walk. - Where to?

- Going out. - What for?

What, I should sit and watch this till the end?

Well, I mean…

What, another red?

Another red card?!

Another red card, for fuck’s sake?!

How?!

Ah, damn it…

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I’m Toma.

Valerija.

- Sorry? - Valerija.

Valerija!

That’s what Salona was called, you know…

That place in Solin, Romans and stuff.

Colonia Martia Iulia Valeria…

…Valeria

Salona Felix.

That “Valeria” — that was from Diocletian, the emperor, his family name.

Do they teach you that in school?

Didn’t think so.

You little pig, taking food from strangers.

Come on, let’s go. Get inside.

Goodbye.

Bye!

♪ At the end of the

only street in my town ♪

♪ Lives a man who laughs at pain ♪

♪ People say his eyes are made of glass ♪

♪ And since he doesn’t cry, they call him crazy ♪

♪ The man from the end of the street in my town ♪

♪ All the kids love him, he eases their pain ♪

♪ He tells them stories of faraway seas ♪

♪ About voyages he never even took ♪

♪ In a blink he turns into a funny clown ♪

♪ Into Santa Claus ♪

♪ A pirate, a king, whatever comes to mind ♪

Why are you standing in the way?

What, washing again?

So what if I am?

You’ll scrub your skin off.

Oh yeah, scrub my skin off, sure!

Why are you grinning, idiot.

So, who’s in the building now?

Hmm… let’s see…

First floor, the bull couple.

- That’s me and Anka. - Yeah.

Second floor, midfield line: a younger family,

one apartment empty, for rent. That one’s more for foreigners.

Third floor, another family

and another empty apartment for locals.

And the fourth floor, the forwards: those two brothers, Ronaldo and Adriano…

There’s also some girl, but I haven’t really seen her.

Neither smells nor shines, no idea.

There it is! There it is!

- Forza, Mićo! - Forza, Mićo!

There we go, forza!

Look at him. I don’t get it.

Shows up to the press in a tracksuit, but coaches the game in a suit.

Idiot.

Why’d you move mom’s picture?

Don’t make me an altar here.

Alright.

Here, your guys again.

Yeah, the Jewish sect…

Incredible offer…

I could buy those thermal tights.

You’d seriously buy something off TV shopping?

I bought those reading glasses. Buy two, get a blender for free.

What do you want two pairs of glasses for?

Anka and I split them.

Sorry to even ask, but where’s the blender?

We swap it every week.

Three models in different colors for the price of…

There, darkness. One for me, one for you, one for Anka.

What, saying I should take one?

Go ahead, yeah.

At least your ass won’t freeze when it’s windy out.

Give me that phone.

And turn it down, I need to call.

Hey, are those upstairs forwards partying again, huh…

Those two from the fourth floor?

Mhm, they like to have a little fun sometimes, you know.

Ah, let them.

Wait, you serious — they’re really called Ronaldo and Adriano?

One named by mom, the other by the crazy dad.

- And their dad, he’s in Milan, right? - Yeah, yeah, in Milan.

In prison.

- But in Milan… - In Milan, yeah, right.

Jesus Christ.

Those were just kids, right? Running around the building and stuff.

Yeah. But now they’re big kids.

- You used to take them to the beach with us? - Yeah, yeah.

Look, Ronaldo’s clever. He’s into sports, you know, he’s…

But Adriano is…

Ah, what can you do, it’s Adriano.

What kind of TV shopping is this, man, they’re always busy.

They’re really kicking up there.

I’m going to calm them down.

Where are you going?

Come on, relax, enjoy. I’ll be quick.

Are you serious? You’re gonna deal with idiots now?

Dad?

Where are you going?!

Wait, dad, where are you going?

- I’m going upstairs. - I’ll go with you.

- You’re not going anywhere, get back. - Wait, please.

You’re not going anywhere!

- Did he go up? - Fuck…

He did.

He’ll sort them out.

I’m… Toma.

Mićo’s son.

Don’t know if you remember.

- I saw you came back. - Yeah.

- Watching the entrance for us, huh? - I watch everything.

Right…

- We were thinking of getting some thermal tights. - Oh god, my legs are always cold.

No matter how many stockings I put on, they’re always cold. Look, here, I’ve got thermal ones too. See?

But this edge here, it squeezes me, so then…

See, I just take scissors, and cut it off.

But then, damn it, they fall apart. See, these fell apart too. Look.

So then I took… a needle and thread to sew them up.

- Damn it, they’re tight again. - Tight again?

Yeah, yeah, they’re squeezing again.

My favorite thing is when Mićo gives me his old ones.

- He tears them apart with those knives of his. - Really?

Did he tell you about the thermal pants?

- Yeah, I was just telling him now… - Don’t interrupt me!

- I won’t. - So what did you tell them?

That I’ll give this one a boat if they calm down.

- Heeey! - You still have that thing?

Yeah. In the garage in Skalice. Since you’re not interested, Ronaldo can drive it.

Come on, get inside!

Hello?

Hello?

And what did they say when they called?

- Careful, it’s hot. - Mhm! I see.

Have some juice.

- No, thanks. - What, you don’t like it?

It’s that powdered one, sweet enough for you?

Yeah.

- Want me to make it sweeter? - No need. What did they say on the phone?

They called during the news.

I follow all that stuff.

The small letters at the bottom of the screen — they say all kinds of things.

Yeah, I know.

And now I’ve got new glasses, so I see everything.

- Take some. - What did they say on the phone?

It rang twice.

Once, nothing, then again.

- And what did they say? - They said they’re calling from the police.

- And? - I know the police never call people.

It was on the news the other day.

That robbery — you saw it?

Yeah, I did. And what did they say?

Want me to blend some fruit for you?

- I’ve got the blender this week. - No thanks.

I’ve got some bananas too.

- No need, thanks. - Did you see where they come from?

- My dear God — another continent. - What did they say on the phone?

Yeah, that…

- They called just when the news started. - I have to go.

You didn’t try the marmalade.

- The marmalade’s great. - Homemade. Mine.

They said they have to check if the money’s fake.

That they’ll come see it.

It’s just some kids calling.

They said I could send the money by mail too.

Don’t do that under any circumstance. And don’t let anyone in.

- I already know that. - So what am I even doing here then?

I know who they are.

Some neighbors?

Those two crook brothers from the fourth floor.

- Did you recognize their voices? - No, no.

- But you think you know who it is? - Who else could it be?

They stomp around, bang on the stairs.

Blast loud music upstairs, rev motorcycles downstairs…

They think I have money.

Could be anyone calling. Maybe they’re just going one by one,

until some fool picks up.

I’d like you to deal with them.

- Deal with them? - Yeah.

You do that kind of thing, right…

You know. This…

God forgive me, when…

when someone needs to be handled.

How did you even get my number?

Marijela gave it to me, from her cousin Verica, Verica’s neighbor.

See how that rhymes — „cousin Verica.”

Neighbor. From Verica.

So, will you handle them for me?

No chance. I thought it was something real,

not some kids prank calling.

I’ll pay you fair and square.

If you handle them.

Come on, have one more.

Don’t carry money around and don’t let anyone in.

Best thing, just unplug the phone.

These days it’s only used by thieves and old folks.

If you change your mind, they’re on the fourth floor

across from the Keršić apartment.

- Keršić? - Keršić.

- Have another one. - No.

Keršić, for sure?

Keršić.

Not Krešić or Kesić?

- Keršić. - But that name’s not on the intercom.

It’s the only one missing.

- Missing? - Yeah. Some woman about your age.

A little younger than you.

Will you handle them?

- No. Keršić? - Keršić.

- First name? - Don’t know.

Thanks for the cookies.

Hello?

Who’s this?

Hello?

Hello?!

Hello?

You kids, I’ll kick your asses!

Good afternoon.

What are you staring at? Beat it!

I’m telling you, the tap water’s drinkable.

Where’d you get that?

People say all water’s fine, even in the shower.

That’s nonsense.

Yeah — even toilet water.

They don’t flush toilets with drinking water.

They do.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

- How? - You drink it from the toilet.

What do we bet?

Are they Muslims?

Well, do they have beer?

The last ones weren’t Muslims.

- How do you know? - They had beer.

Honey, do we really have to go to that cottage?

Weather’s supposed to be nice.

Yeah…

- So we really have to go, huh? - Mhm. We do.

And bless us all.

- Amen. - Amen.

- We’re not going to the cottage. - No?

No.

But since it’s gonna be nice out, we could spend a few days in Salona.

Ah, yeah. Much better than three days at the cottage, right?

- Right? - Mhm.

Hey, I know what I want for my birthday.

- Yeah? What?

I want a motorbike.

Petra, you’re not getting a motorbike.

What the hell…

We could invite little Valerija from the third floor to come with us to Salona.

What do you think, Šimun? Hm?

Huh?

Mhm.

Were you watching porn on my computer?

No.

I saw it in the history — someone was watching.

It wasn’t me.

We talked about this.

Yeah, yeah, we did.

Domanić, hey.

Whoever looks at a woman with desire,

has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

Mhm. Maria, it wasn’t me.

Then who was it?

Could it be Šimun?

Nah, I don’t think so.

Actually, maybe by accident.

Sometimes I stream football on your computer,

and then those ads just pop up.

I don’t mean those, I mean the pop-ups in general.

If you click on them,

they can throw you onto one of those filthy sites.

God, Maria, like you’ve never clicked one by accident.

Disgusting.

- Disgusting. - Horrible.

Those poor women.

The new priest is coming for the blessing.

- Mhm. - I heard he’s young.

And strict.

What’s this?

The motorcycle I want.

- Petra, what the he— - Hey!

What’s with you and motorcycles?

- You could ride it sometimes too. - Enough! Not another word!

Please, go to your room, you’re just annoying me for no reason.

Maria, she’s gonna drive me into the grave with those motorcycles.

It’s fine, let it go. She’ll grow out of it.

Today, gathered around this family table,

let us examine our souls as grains of dust in the infinity of time.

Because every step we make, no matter how small,

leaves an indelible mark

in the fabric of life.

Sin, that black and deceitful shadow,

hovering over our souls,

is the wind trying to extinguish the flame of faith

in our hearts.

Sin is the avalanche that threatens to destroy the foundations of our holy faith.

But do not fear, brothers and sisters,

for in this ocean of sin

there is an island of blessing

with its lighthouse of hope shining in the darkness.

The house of your soul is a temple,

and the blessing is holy water

that will wash away every room that sin has soiled.

May Almighty God bless you, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen. - Amen.

Mićo!

Mićo!

Mićo!

- Mićo! - Ronaldo, why are you shouting, what the hell?

Where’s my boat, Mićo?

- That’s the kind of bike I want. - You’re not getting a bike.

- Go clean your room. - Go.

Alright.

Great, that’s all I was missing — the boat!

- When did she say she’d come? - Any minute.

You think she wants a bike because of that Ronaldo guy upstairs?

- That kid upstairs? - Yeah.

God will protect her.

Maria, what if He doesn’t?

He will.

And what if I go up there, beat that boy up, and throw him out the window?

I could do it if I wanted to, you know?

Hey! I’m here.

I’d have been faster if I had vroom-vroom-vroooom!

Let’s go.

Hey, Toma.

What’s up, waiting

for your girl, huh?

You two wait here, I’ll go move the car.

Sure.

Hey, Toma, what’s up?

Nothing much. You?

We’re heading out to Salona for a little trip.

- Valeria’s coming with us too. - Nice.

That’s where that thing I told you about is…

The stone.

With your name on it. You’ll see when we go in,

above the pine tree, below the…

- Anyway, yeah. - Oh, Toma.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah. Happy Saturnalia and Winter Solstice to you too.

We couldn’t have done this a bit outside, maybe?

How’s your father doing?

Same as always.

Let’s go.

Come on, give Valeria a hand.

- Bye.

- Say hi to him.

- Will do, bye. - Petra, let’s go.

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ When his mouth is full ♪

♪ When the wine flows ♪

♪ When he’s got plenty of money ♪

♪ Fine coats and hats ♪

♪ Instead of crying he laughs from the heart ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ When life is like this ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What can you do when life’s like this ♪

♪ While for one the flowers bloom beautifully ♪

♪ For another only thorns grow ♪

♪ What can you do when life’s like this ♪

♪ Everyone needs a little something now and then ♪

♪ Born without even a handful of straw ♪

♪ And when he goes, it’s all black earth ♪

♪ Not even two handfuls of grave dirt he’ll need ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

- The guy on the first floor had a stroke. - Terrible.

Just dropped dead. He was watching football and bam.

Awful!

I embarrassed myself in front of his son.

Valeria took a slice of pizza and the man thought my kid was hungry.

Awful.

Can’t even look him in the eye, you know, to offer my condolences.

- You didn’t go? - No.

I’m such a peasant.

- Kind of. - And now it’s her birthday, right after he died.

It’s been long enough, right?

Yeah, it’s been over a week.

- And you still haven’t given condolences?! - Nope.

Awful.

Here they are.

Rozika, did you explain the whole situation to Lana?

Milan made Valeria invite some girl friend to the birthday.

- One she doesn’t even like. - Exactly.

So her dad the rapper would come , and I could—how’d you put it again?

Pitch him. I’ll be pitching my idea to him the whole time.

- Yep. So you behave when he gets here. - Exactly, just that.

Oh, Milan, I think I can handle it.

Don’t annoy me! I need to focus, please!

- And when he comes… - What?

Call me Phantom.

Phantom.

♪ I’ve got no plan B, every day’s D-Day ♪

♪ I pop champagne when the royalties land ♪

♪ Fiery tandem, Grše, Lockroom, goddamn ♪

♪ Life in the fast lane, just hit the gas ♪

- Hey! - Those dumb kids from the second floor.

- Hey. - Vale, happy birthday!

Hey, Petra.

Hey… Hi.

I’m out of the house and free, if you need help or anything, just call.

- About the car… - Yeah?

My dad said he’ll give me the money next week,

so if that’s okay with you, I’ll come to pick up the car then.

- Sure, that’s fine. - Perfect!

That means I still get to keep it for a week.

- Okay, we’ll talk and see each other then. - Yeah.

- Bye. - Bye.

So, how did you convince your parents to buy you a car?

Eh!

Mysterious are the ways of the Lord.

Hey kid, be good. Have fun!

So how old are you now, Valeria? Nine?

- Yeah. - Wow! Great!

Now I’ll tell you how your name came to be.

Anyway, how’s work been for you?

Okay.

- We’re fine. - Selling the car.

We’re not.

- He’s got a plan too? - He does.

- Phantom’s gonna rap for money. - He will!

He will.

Oh God, I forgot to tell you!

- You know that woman who lives above you? - No, which one?

Fourth floor, that one.

Your building, fourth floor.

- The quiet one? - Yeah, yeah.

- Not really. - Diana.

- Oh yeah. Well, her cousin works with me. - Oh really?

- You know what happened to her? - No, Lana.

I probably shouldn’t tell you this.

Come on, tell me.

Come on.

Look, if you two ever met, she’d tell you herself anyway.

- Yeah, true. - Okay, I’ll tell you.

So, you know she rents that apartment up there.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And she and the landlord kinda

you know… fool around sometimes.

- Really? - Yeah, nothing serious.

He comes to pick up the rent, they do it…

- They fool around, that’s it. - Aha.

And you know what happened last time?

- He came for the rent. - Mhm.

- They do it. - Mhm?

Then she says she’ll pay him for the rent,

and he says:

"That’s okay."

Ah!

"That’s okay." - Yeah.

"That’s okay?!" - And he leaves.

"That’s okay."

- "That’s okay." - "That’s okay."

Just imagine him saying that!

"That’s okay."

That’s okay…

Hey! If she told me that, I’d tell her:

"You, sister, are a whore now."

A whore!

- "Yesterday you weren’t a whore… - Shut up.

- …today you are a whore." - Whore.

Whore. You are.

- Whore. - Whore.

"That’s okay."

Imagine!

Disgusting!

Here he comes.

Please, seriously, be normal — this is important to me!

Here I am!

♪ I got no plan B, every day’s D Day ♪

♪ I pop champagne when royalties get paid ♪

♪ Hot tandem, Grše, Lockroom, goddamn ♪

♪ Life’s a fast lane, just hit the gas ♪

♪ No plan B… ♪

- Afternoon! - Here they are.

- Happy birthday. - Hi.

You can go play, here— your toys, all that stuff.

Good afternoon.

Give me that, show everything…

- Go play, then. - Here's a little gift.

- You really didn’t have to. - Sure I did, we were just saying…

Right before you came, I started telling her, uh…

how her name, Valeria, came to be.

- Roza, nice to meet you. - Grga, nice to meet you.

- Lana. - Grga, nice to meet you.

- Sit down here. - Sure.

Want something to drink?

Maybe later, thanks.

Here we are.

Valeria was engaged to the Duke of Tatania.

She wanted to be a nun, but he didn’t want her to.

Look, the kids are getting along nicely, aren’t they?

- Yeah, yeah. - Anyway,

that duke cut her head off, like this. Chop, with an axe!

- So, how have you been? - Good. Great.

Great. You?

Please, don’t call me “you,” we’re neighbors.

- Of course. - The kids are friends — we can be too.

- Yeah. - Ah, friends…

No, no. Her guardian angel helped her. He held her head.

Otherwise, the story wouldn’t make sense.

And then she came to the church with her head,

so they could make her aura and all, and they did…

- And she became a saint. - You know what, you’re actually nice in person.

- Really? - Mhm.

Oh, thanks a lot.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Thanks a lot.

My mom always says the Church saves everyone.

And what’s your name?

Ea!

- Ea? - E-A!

Aha… There, Ea. Press right here.

No no, this one’s stupid. These are celebrities whose daughters are called Ea.

Ah, Grše!

Milan!

- He-Man! You get it, bro? - Milan!

This, but remixed. I rap from He-Man’s perspective,

and Skeletor’s the guest rapper. Skeletor’s the guest rapper!

- Milan. - By the power of Grayskull!

I have the power, my cat’s fierce, I’m heading into the night, night, night!

- Milan, help me with the coffee. - Don’t interrupt me in front of a colleague,

I asked you nicely!

Living in Eternia, snorting with Orko, smashing pussies…

- Oh my god, oh my god! - Please, that’s the best part.

- Pa-pa-pa-pa-ra, ra-ra-ra… - Come here.

- He’s just joking a little. - Phantom!

Okay, Skeletor goes next. Skeletor, kill it!

Dude, move. Come on, move, please.

- Listen, please, just listen. - One more and I’ll throw you out the window.

- What’s wrong with you and your bullshit?! - Kid, you’re the one doing bullshit!

- Want some cake? - Go to hell, kid!

Stop insulting me!

Will you cut it out?

- Vojko’s a god compared to you! - Fuck you and Vojko both!

Take a look around the apartment and let us know.

Is the neighborhood nice?

Yeah, yeah, it’s great.

- I saw a swastika on the dumpster. - Oh, kids draw that stuff.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

But hurry up, because one gentleman is really interested — he’d move in right away.

Come on, kid, really, you brought a unicorn!

Milan! Get in the house!

- Oh Mother of God. - You’re an idiot!

- You’re the one who forced me to call him. - Me?!

You’re sick in the head!

- Who is it? - Good afternoon, Diana.

I came for the last rent, I’m Elizabeta, Igor’s fiancée.

Oh, I didn’t know Igor was engaged.

Well… he is, yeah.

Uh… Bye.

Uh…

Everything’s the same as when I moved in, but… you can check if you want.

- Everything’s the same? - Yeah.

Oh wow, the couch.

Everything’s… we picked it right off the bat.

It was on sale. It was raining outside,

we had lunch at the shopping mall, we ate pasta.

Because he likes pasta.

Yeah, it was such a nice day…

That’s for the last and second-to-last month.

Oh, no, no — Igor told me he paid for last month.

He must’ve mixed something up.

Or maybe I’m the one who…

…mixed it up. Pregnancy brain.

Um…

I’m almost done moving out.

So I can give you the keys right away.

Ah, uh…

I wanted to ask you something.

Yeah?

Do you do cards? Tarot and all that?

I mean, Igor told me you do that.

Okay, that’s why I came instead of him.

I… design…

- …cards. I do graphics. - Yeah, that!

That’s what I meant, so…

- Could you look at something for me? - But I don’t have the cards here.

I figured, with all the moving and stuff…

What do you want me to look at?

If Igor’s cheating on me.

Please.

Dear God…

What do they say?

Wait.

Ah… What? What do they say?

They say he’s regularly fucking the tenant.

Huh?

Hm. Yeah.

Hm.

You wouldn’t believe the idiots I’ve been with, honestly.

There was this one…

Ugh…

Just don’t let him screw you over.

Yeah.

Let’s go for coffee.

Let’s go.

Come on, come on, yeah.

I don’t give a fuck how long Christmas season lasts!

It lasts as long as I say it lasts!

He needs to learn that life isn’t perfect, for God’s sake!

Fuck this Christmas tree, man, and everything—

Why are you on my case?! I’ll throw it out when I feel like it, for fuck’s sake!

Go there!

What? What, it’s her birthday, who cares, man?!

You’re not even talented!

You say that now and never again.

Hey, Dija, you’re here too.

Hey, Dija.

Hey, Dija. You’re here too.

Had no idea.

Yeah, yeah. I moved

in a few days ago.

Dijica, you look beautiful.

You’re still so, so beautiful.

Those lips of yours…

I was looking for you.

So that we could be together again.

Baby, so you and I could be us again.

Dija, where did you disappear, huh?

Dija.

You didn’t even call.

Nothing… nothing…

You know I love you, baby.

And that the whole world is ours.

But the lioness doesn’t see the big male coming,

the wind’s blowing the wrong direction.

Don’t be mad at me, please.

I’m not mad either.

They’re almost face to face when she sees him.

I’m good. I’m good now.

I’m really good now, baby.

I’m the white lion. I’m the white lion.

Dija, here I am.

I’m the white lion.

You are. You’re the white lion.

Dija?

Baby, it’s me.

I found you by accident.

I wasn’t looking for you.

It’s a sign.

It’s a sign that we should be together again.

He went outside! He saw everything.

He saw everything!

He saw that you smashed his car because he smashed your bike,

and then he… then he called someone,

was yelling on the phone, waving his hands around…

I mean, he smashed your bike,

so then you smashed his car, but he saw all of it…

Hey, how about you play those trucks of yours, huh?

- Buses. - Yeah. That. Go play that a bit.

- I bought a new station. - Oh yeah?

Yeah.

So what, you just drive those buses around?

Mhm.

Someone’s at the apartment door.

You think it’s him?

We’ll see.

And what if it’s him?

I’ll see.

Come on, get up.

Let’s see how we practiced.

Come on, one.

Good job.

Toma’s here.

- You fixed this place up nicely, huh? - We did. Sit.

You know Adriano, right?

- Remember him from the funeral. - He saw everything. He knows everything!

He saw everything. He knows everything! He sees everything! Knows everything!

He sees everything, knows everything!

He sees everything! And knows everything!!

He sees and knows everything, up and down!

Come! I’m calling you, come!

He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s close!

He’s close! He knows everything!

He knows everything, everything…

He knows everything…

There’s stuff to light up here if you want. Rolling papers, all that…

You hungry?

- Huh? - You hungry?

There’s food downstairs if you want.

- I can go grab something— - Actually, I just brought…

Uh… a key.

- A key? - Yeah.

- To what? - To the garage, where…

…the “Dolphin” is, the old man’s boat.

He said he promised it to you, so yeah.

Brought you the key.

Your dad’s screwing with you.

Messing with you.

What?

I’d blast music, you know… so not everyone hears him.

And then your dad would come up, see that everything’s fine.

He could’ve just called, but…

Mićo.

He always came.

And that one day, when you came back,

when he came up to tell us to quiet down,

He said he’d just…

He’d tell you he promised me the boat, just so we’d keep quiet.

- He’s messing with me? - Yeah, he’s messing with you.

Here you go.

Enjoy your little boat.

But I’m taking the Dolphin.

Your old man was a good one.

Mićo, a legend.

He! Mićo. He!

He!

- Mićo! - Mićo!

- Mićo! - Mićo!

- Mićo! - Mićo!

Mićo!

Ahh…

Ah…

I could roll one, huh?

Go for it, man.

He told me you’re a good guy.

And smart.

- Our dad’s in Milan, you know? - He knows, come on.

Ah… Ronaldo, I wanted to ask you something…

Božo.

Božidar. Ronaldo’s just a nickname.

Ah, right.

- What’d you want to ask? - Nothing.

- Just about the name. - Yeah.

What, it’s a good nickname.

The fat Ronaldo was good too.

The only real Ronaldo.

Yeah.

- What do you think it is? - I don’t know.

That’s why I’m asking how he sounded,

was he good or not.

He’s good, man, he’s always good.

Your mom’s talented, motherfucker!

You’ll never find better, I swear to God!

Motherfucker. You’ll see once I drop my album…

Motherfucker.

- I can see you’re ready too. - Yeah.

Yeah, man.

Remember Álvaro Recoba?

Do I remember Álvaro Recoba?

- Dad wouldn’t shut up about him. - Yeah.

Adriano, back when we still thought it all made sense,

got an assignment at school to write an essay

about someone he looks up to.

- Aha. - Yeah.

And we had no idea who to choose, so we asked Mićo.

- The night before, of course. Right? - Mhm.

And Mićolino got up from that chair of his and said:

“Take your pen and write!”

“Álvaro Recoba.”

Álvaro Recoba.

Álvaro Recoba.

Man, the way he went on about him.

That magical left foot,

how he could score from anywhere;

midfield, goal to goal, from a corner, any shot…

Man, pure romance. But lazy as hell.

His team bought him a watch as a joke because he was always late.

- You get it? - A watch, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

And in the end, Mićo wisely concluded

that Álvaro Recoba could be an inspiration to all of us,

because why didn’t he become the best player in the world?

Because he couldn’t be bothered.

Adriano’s teacher said

that was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard.

Still, I got a C for it, so she can talk all she wants!

- Álvaro Recoba, huh? - Álvaro Recoba.

Álvaro. Recoba.

Álvaro. Recoba.

- Adriano? - Hm?

What’s that, you playing something, huh?

Driving buses.

- Can I have a look? - You can.

Who you calling?

- Where are you??!! - In front of the building, you?

Let’s do this right here, bam…

Huh?

- This is my Mercedes. - Uh huh?

Thirty-five passenger seats.

So you’re already up there, huh?

- Come on! - Okay.

- Let’s go!! - What about the doors?

So I drive people like that, from station to station.

- Aha. - Yeah.

You happy with the Benz?

Yeah. But it guzzles gas.

- Get in! - Open the door.

What is it?

Don’t pull the knife until I say so, you hear?

So what did he tell you? Huh?

Did he tell you what to do?

- Why don’t you get a cheaper one? - It’s good. Just expensive.

Ah, that’s the price there?

- Brooooo! - Yeah.

♪ What can you do when life’s like this ♪

♪ While one’s flowers bloom so fair ♪

♪ Another’s only thorns grow there ♪

♪ What can you do when life’s like this ♪

♪ Everyone needs a little bit sometimes ♪

♪ Born without even a tuft of hay ♪

♪ When he dies it’s all dark earth ♪

♪ Doesn’t even need two handfuls of grave dirt ♪

Close the door.

Draft.

What are we doing, boys?

- Shoot him! - Screw this.

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

♪ What are we doing in this world ♪

♪ A man can’t help but wonder ♪

Hello!

Got any Romans in there?

Why you yelling, what the fuck?

Why are you digging, what the fuck?

Archaeology, you know.

- Ah, got it, got it. - Bravo.

I’m a historian.

Yeah? And?

Nothing.

You people call us so we can tell you what it is you dug up.

- You’ve got a base like that wrinkled shirt. - Oh yeah?

Mhm.

Seriously though… can I help with something?

It’s fine.

Okay.

Hey…

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