All language subtitles for Gori vatra 2003 DVDRip XviD Eng

Cast

FUSE
Film by Pjer �alica

Adnan, my son, they think
I'm insane.

And what you think?
- That you're insane.

You see...

It's complicated thing you know.
- Complicated, all right.

I don't drink. - Way to go.
You've become refined.

Are you really dead?
- Yes, I am.

They are advising me that I
should forget you. - You should.

Where are you now? - What do you
mean? - Are you up or down?

Dad, there is no up.
- So, you're down?

Under ground. - In a mine,
of course? - I don't know.

In Serbia, right?
- I guess. I don't know.

Do you have someone?
How are you?

There's this woman...
She's a cook.

Cooks are good women -
fat and faithful. Is she ours?

Nope. She's a Serb.
- But she cooks well?

Yes. - Then, who cares?
- That's right.

Listen... I'll get you out of
prison. Don't you worry.

You can do nothing about it.
- Yes, I can.

I'll get you out of there
at the cost of my life.

Go to your room!

What is he doing?
- Azra...

Executive producers:

I'm fed up with this
fucking shifts in the forest.

As if someone would set a fire.
Who would ever come here?

Even the wolves ran away.

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, you maniac,
what are you doing?

Written and directed by:

Amra!

What brings you here? Aren't you
in Germany? - I came back.

For good? - We should clear this
place first and who nows...

How are your folks?
- Great.

You joined firemen?
- Yep.

I teach German language.
- Oh, professor...

You're still painting?
- That's nothing. -Don't say that.

I still have my portrait you've
made. - In Germany?

That's nice.

You wanna come out with me?
- Sure thing. Should I...

I'll pick you up tonight.
- OK. - OK.

Bye!

She has friends like her?

No! Move over.

Amra?

What is it?

Everything's fine.

That's probbably a Chetnik.
- Please, don't talk rubbish.

She was your classmate?
- Yes.

Bloodthirsty motherfuckers! - She
should've stayed in Germany.

That's the way things go.
Go home.

We never had mines here!

Hamdo, take care of him.

Come on!

Tell me. - 70 cartons of
Marlboro, 66 of Lucky Strike,

16 of what's-its-name,
7 Chinese and 9 Kurds.

Kurds wanna give a hand,
and Chinese just sit and smoke.

And fresh "meat" from Serbia?

Come on, ladies, smell the air.

You know your job, you know the
rules, these stay with me...

If you're no good, these can be
burnt, and then - God help you.

What's your name?
- Magdalena.

We'll make something out of you.

Wait!
Where are you goin'!?

Everything's fine?
- Yeah.

Transporting in Croatia is fixed.

The board guards will look on
the other side from 1:50 till 2.

A boat is waiting for them on
the Sava river. When they pass,

they are our concern no more.

They gave you money?
- Pi�, give 'im dough.

We're short of 500 DEM.
The Chinese girl's pregnant.

She's in the truck?
- Yes.

OK, let's see.

Let her stay.

Deduct that from his pay.
Go now! Mesure the freight!

This kid is good. Let him join
the police. - No way.

Come, give me my share.
- You give me mine.

For the cigarettes...
- Gimme, gimme!

For the refugees...

For the booze. - Right!
For the fuel... Hold it.

For the hookers.
- OK.

What's that for?

The treat.
- You say?

The fresh "meat" has always
been edible like good meat.

Can we speak?
Are they...

Quiet down there!

Are they discreet?
- I have their passports -

they don't exist. And he who
doesn't exist is discreet.

When did a man land the Moon?
- I've no idea.

In 1993?

There's this prize game.
The prize is a new car,

but the questions
are really tough.

Where are you?
What's up? Hamdo...

You came to see the chicks?
All right, man.

Pi�, we used to go to school
in here. - Fuck the school.

Amara went with us, too.
- They sent here to Sarajevo.

And both legs up to the knees...
- Both? - Both, bro.

She'd be better off dead.

What?

You think I don't care?

I have to transport
this white slavery.

Please, don't go. Sit with us,
we haven't seen you for a long.

Come! Look at this!

Has this anything to do
with elections?

Why are we summoned?
- We'll see. - Troubles?

How should I know?

So, gentlemen,
the war is over.

Excuse me, chief, the war
was over two years ago.

The hell is over.

You think the war is over
and people are starving.

There's no job. We can't walk
down streets peacfully.

The children are exploding.
You call that a peace? - No.

Sure, you don't.
- What else is new? - Everything.

You all saw the car?

That limousine belongs to
Mr. Bill Clinton.

He is going to visit
our country,

and in the scope of that visit,
he'll visit our town.

Clinton, the singer?
- The president of USA, Osman.

And what do we need him for?
- To be our godfather. - What for?

What do you mean what for?

So that the West give us some
money, open our eyes...

But, we have to earn that.
- And how can we do so?

By giving our best!

First, interethnic corporation.
Meaning what?

That we should work
with Chetniks? - Bingo.

Second, to fight against
crime and terorrism.

We are fighting right now.
- We're fighting my ass.

I want all the crime
to disappear.

I won't tolerate even the kids'
games till this overs.

Is that clear?
- Lf you say so.

Third, cultural activities.
Meaning? - Camouflage.

Right, teacher. We should
decorate the whole town,

come up with activities and
we need an orchestra.

What orchestra? - We had one.
- During the peace.

We are living in peace now.
Assemble an orchestra.

They don't know how to play.
- Then they should learn!

You teach music.
Learn them how to play.

Just neccesary things,
for God's sake.

Does anyone now how this new
flag of ours looks like?

It is yellow and blue...
just like that motor oil.

That's right! It has
a yellow-green triangle

with white spots.
You all know it.

That kid, Faruk, draws good.
He painted the labour-union.

We'll prepare for you, Clinton.
We'll knock you dead, I swear.

You'll be fed up with
this music.

Lucky for us that
we're painters.

We won't have enough paint for
three paintings? - We won't.

He has a big head all right.

How's your old man? - He sleeps
underneath the walnut tree.

He eats? - God knows what's
going on in his head.

Hi there.
- Where are you?

You said you were down.

You like that tree?
- I've always loved it.

Just like me.
Look how big it is. - Great.

I sleep here now.
It's much cooler.

Smart thing to do. - I'll take
care of everything.

I know what to do.
Just be patient. Please.

Did you say something, Dad?

You've frightened me.
- I thought you said something.

Oh, Osmo?

Hasna will be happy to hear
where I've found you.

Why did you come?
- To arrest those like you.

Sit down.

How's going?
- Great.

What a peasant knows
about the whiskey.

We have to break off everything.
- What you're talking about?

We had a meeting.

Everything has to stop.

I don't get it.

Everything has to stop.

We're expacting
the president of USA.

No crime in Te�anj anymore.

I don't give a fuck for him.

I have 200.000 DEM.
And what about trucks...

Kurds, Chinese, booze,
fags, pussies?

Women are fucking for money
for our fun,

and everything's to stop cause
some president's coming?

Who the fuck is he?
- Whatever.

The foreigners are already
meddling in everything.

They'll turn this place
up and down.

They'll figure out everything
and you won't even bat an eye.

You'll protect me.
- I don't know, bro.

The situation is tough.
- There must be a way.

The foreigners are stupid.
We just have to trick them.

I don't know. They are already
pressuring me.

I'm not sure how long
I can take it.

We're talking about superhuman
forces here. I'm just a human.

You withstood worse things.

Come, gimme a hand.
This won't finish off by itself.

You are listening to the news.
The group of foreign citizens,

Chinese and Kurds mostly,
died last night in attemption

to pass illegally from Bosnia
to Croatia, on the Sava.

What are you looking for?

You better dress up.
- I'm dressed up.

Iron it. - What do you need
this for? - I need it. Do so.

If he could talk about
the reforms.

What?
- You should speak first.

Look over here.
We had a war. No one denies it.

Before the war, Bosnia had none,

and now, we have two entities.

These two entities are,
let's say, two.

But principally,
we all live in one country.

What's he babbling about?
- Let him talk.

You all see this red line?

You see it or not?
- We see it!

This that you see,
exists no more.

Death used to flow along this
line, and now, we'll sow - life!

Sure we will!
- Hamdo, we surely will.

The world is expacting us
to reconcile, to become

the part of the world.

And not some...
fucking what-do-l-know.

From now on, we'll have regular
duties with Serbs from...

that entity of theirs.
Therefore, you and Serbs...

...work together.
- We and those Serbs?

Yes, those Serbs.

I present you
International organization.

This gentleman is our colleague.
He'll explain you everything

and he'll manage this
business... in English.

Just look at them.
Look at those Chetniks.

That black guy, what was
he doing during the war?

Embroidering? - The other looks
somehow normal to me.

Those are the worst ones. They
cut the throats with their teeth

He looks fine to me. - Gimme
a break with that refinement.

I used to know a fine guy in
my firm. Lovable like a lamb.

The very first day of war
he picked up neighbours

and - bam! - On their heads.

He's coming over here.
You talk to him.

With that trash?

What's up?

Same all, same all.

It could rain.

Yeah, it could.

Wind could blow clouds
away. Wind might...

Tell me... You have those
"Pumpers" diapers?

I guess so.

Could you buy two packages
for me? - I could.

We have the Russian ones which
give rush to the baby's ass.

How big it is?
- Ass?

No, baby.

Three months.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

We'll see each other.

He's faking it.
- He's got a baby!

He's faking it.

OK... We're starting now.

A Serb...

My appologies, he said
too many things at once,

but that's the point -
we work as a team.

Right now?
- Now.

We, Serbs, are ready.

Tell 'im to take his hand
out of the pocket.

Fuck it...
This one's crazy!

He's giving me this!

Good afternoon.

You're still singing, Gugo?
- Yep, but don't buy at my shop.

Take the bananas and go.
- I didn't mean to cause

any troubles.
- And what did you mean?

Pack your things and go,
you Chetnik whore.

You have a nerv to come here!
- What are you yelling about?

What is it? - Instead of expeling
her, you're protecting her.

What did we fight for?
- Where did you fight?

In the middle of Berlin?
Hadn't they expel you,

you wouldn't have seen Bosnia
at all. - You go fuck yourselves.

Hitka. - Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What brings you here?
- I came back. - For good?

Good. Where are you going?
- In the town hall, to register.

I'll give you a lift.

Hello, Zaim.

If there wasn't for me, would
you ever become a chief? - No.

Have I ever asked you a favour?
- You haven't.

Now I will.

Go ahead. - I need your help
to bring back my son.

What son? - Adnan.

Adnan is...
- In a mine, in Serbia!

I have different information.
- I know he's up there.

What makes you so sure?
- He told me so. - Adnan? - Yeah.

How can I help you?

You tell the Americans
to save our children.

They do that first,
and the rest afterwards.

You tell them that.
- I will.

I think they'll agree to that,

but we'll have to win them over
to our side. - How?

They'll start to investigate,

and you know we have all the
kind of things here.

We have to hide those,
before they find them.

We need a doer.

You scratch my backs,
I'll scratch yours.

I made a huge mistake with you,
Mugdim.

I'm glad to tell that
we have nothing to hide.

I guarantee you wouldn't come
across any obstacle in our town.

Therefore, I wish you
a succesful work,

and I wish you
wouldn't find anything.

Where?

Would you like something
to drink?

Zaim! What brings you here?

Sorry, we have some guests,
would you come later?

First, you bring us back
our children missing in war.

Otherwise, no collaboration!
- Selma...

You helped us to lose them,
now you bring them back!

You're still bringing back your
children from Vietnam.

You should! - Zaim, please don't.
- Did you hear me as well? - Yes.

Children first!

If they don't do so,
you kiss their ass for nothing.

I really do appologize.
I can't explain this.

This man lost his son.

He's retired.

You're welcome.

Babe, go downstairs.

What you're looking at!?
You had enough!

Fuck you.

Get dressed!

If they don't want whorehouse,
no problem!

We push culture then.

Look over there!
What do you see?

A Serb, Croat and muslim.
What's that?

A mutual life?
They wanna reconciliation,

I'll give them that.
A brothel is the past.

Labour-union on the border
is bastion of reconcilliation,

that's the future! That's us!
Children are playing together.

Multiethnic tennis,
mutual chorus!

And we push ours, the way we
know. - And they represent?

"Crazy Horse" of reconcilliation
performing its dance

at the beginning of construction
of our Center.

LET'S BE FRIENDS
WE'RE HUMANS - NOT WOLVES

I don't know
to make speeches.

I'm glad you came.

I'm glad I see my vision
coming true.

I'm glad we're together.
That's the only way to prove

that we're umans,
and not wolves.

So, let's dance!

We all know this one.

What's with you?
We could stay a little longer.

You would really stay?
- You're right.

Fuck them and their muslim village.

They still dream of
brotherhood and unity.

Zaim's missing.

Where is he? - Have no idea,
he's not home.

He was digging in the garden.
- What? - I don't know.

I'm worried about him. He's been
acting strangely lately. - How?

He's alone all day long,
talking to no one.

He's obsessed with Adnan.

Faruk, I think I know
where he's gone.

He'll be back in a couple
of days. Don't worry.

Go home and call me if something
comes up.

What is it now?

You come with me.
- What do you need me for?

You go alone.

And I'll let you drive my car
all the way to Te�anj. Go.

What are you looking at?
- Nothing.

You wanna see if I have legs.

What are you doing here?
- I need some paint.

What are you painting?
- Clinton's coming,

I'm painting him. No big deal.
- It is a big deal.

When's he coming? - Soon.
- Te�anj must be a nuthouse now.

The place is full with
foreigners. - I'd like to be there.

Why wouldn't you?
You just ask the doctor.

Would you like me to ask?

My folks sold the house.
- Great.

Dad says he wouldn't come to
Bosnia at the cost of his life.

I'm sorry.
- It doesn't matter.

OK, approach.

Inhale.

You're avoiding me,
or something? - No.

I don't know.
It looks like to me.

When shall we go to coffee?
- Whenever you like.

I'll find you.
- OK.

Lady, you could examine
your lungs as well.

There is no need for you
to go to X-rays.

Through a Bosnian,
no X-ray will find its way.

What the fuck is this?

What with?

Is there any key?

If there isn't, bring me some
burgulars, just to open it!

Light the room.

Put the fucking light off!

No way.

You remeber that man rushing
into my office the other day?

Crazy man. He had hidden that
weapon before he retired.

We knew nothing of it.

You should know one thing.

Zaim �abica was the chief of
the police before me.

He's become weird since
his son death.

Not informing anyone
in the police,

and knowing the project
of this buillding,

he made this storage of weapons
by himself,

probably with the help of
someone from his generation.

We'll investigate this.

What's she's saying?

He's not in the town
at the moment.

On the trip.

I could kill him right now.
- Let's see what we are to do.

We sould offer them someting
to fix this bad impression.

Tell me.
- What?

We have no crime, no whores,
and those poor firemen

are on the verge
to marry each other.

I could only kill Zaim and take
his head to them. What?

I don't know.
I have no solution. - Me neither.

Refuges.

Excellent.

Brava, Selma.

From now on,
you're senior advisor.

Call the cheif. I have to meet
him. - The Serbian chief?

Of course,
not the Finnish one.

Thanks for coming.
- Shoot.

I need Serbs.
- Come again?

I wouldn't ask if I didn't need
them. - Don't have 'em.

Sure some of them
want to come back home.

Their home is in
The Republic of Serbia.

Obrad, this is important
to you, too.

Listen, Huso - I don't give
a fuck for Yenkees,

for Arabs... I don't give a fuck
for anything!

And do you give a fuck
for money? I'll pay you.

How many of them you need?

I need a list with numberous
names, and a full truck, now.

They'll come back the moment the
foreigners go? - I don't care.

You'll get them.

Obrad, you're a real asshole.
I'm glad we had a war. - Me, too.

People are acting.

You know, that's a normal thing
in Bosnia.

Like a mosque.

It's a bit dirty, and some
granates... but not ours!

We'll clean the whole place.

They will have security,
but we don't have job either.

We'll think of something.

We say here:

"Personal example
is the best example."

Does this look like terorrism?
People are working and building.

And who for? For themselves?
No!

For their neighbours who want to
return to their homes -

disregarding faith and ethnic
group. Here's our host!

How are you? Welcome!
Are there any problems? No?

Wait until this house
be finished.

Here's the cow...

Can we go home now?
- Wait until they go.

Obrad said: "Untill 2 o'clock."
- Wait. - Untill 2! - Wait...

He said so!

You're late, Barby.
- You fool.

To the right...
Go, go...

It won't stand there.
- It has to.

The chief said it has to be seen
from far away.

It can't be more stupid.

If I stay pregnant,
you'll marry me? - Sure thing.

I have to know.
- You think I'm not serious?

If you don't,
Zaim will kill you.

I don't need Zaim.
I'll kill myself!

I don't know. Zaim will kill us.
- Come, he's not home.

I don't know.

Out!
- Out in a pool!?

The line is here and
the rest is out. - Where's line?

Come, serve.

I've a problem.
- What kind of a problem?

I'm getting merried.
I need a better job.

You'll always have a job.
What's the problem?

I want to run this
Sporting centre.

Wanna be a manager?
A modest guy all right!

You pack those whores for Serbia
and take 5 grands for them.

Your serve.

You're just like us.

They fuck you while you're good
and then - they hand you over.

Shut up. I'll cut your throat.
At least I can cut yours.

You think I care?

Where is your money?
- Give 'im money. - Gimme!

I don't want to see you
here ever again. - No problem.

Come on!

Where are the children?
- It's me.

Is there anyone else?
- Just me.

You're hungry?

These are the most poisonous.
You're dead before you it them.

Eat! We get our health and
strenght through our mouth.

They're looking for me, too.
My dad is.

If you find your son
maybe my dad we'll find me.

I hope so!

What will you do now?

I don't know.

I was sure he was here.

You should kidnap some VIP
to withdraw attention.

But VIPs don't come here.
No one comes here!

Except for those like you who
search for their lost children.

Fathers have no one
to kidnap. That's the problem.

I can kidnap the American
president. - He's good,

but you can't approach him.
- So, what am I to do?

You bind yourself with the
dynamite, and become a bomb.

Put the dynamite, become a big
bomb and go to welcome him.

Wait untill the President
appears on stage, and grab

the first man next to you.
If his an American, the better.

And then you ask them
to give you back your son,

or else you'll blow yourself.
That's your chance.

Good mushrooms!
- Locoweed!

You pay attention attentively.

This is supposed movement
of lines of the President's cars

from Te�anj to downtown.

Semso, your men are responsible
for all the high points -

these two skyscrapers
and the old town.

Senta, your squad...
how many men you have?

Thirty-six. - OK. You'll give
four of your men to Senta,

and you'll dispose 20 men here...
and here... On the accesses.

Is that clear?
- Yeah...

We'll continue later.

Security plan.

The President's.

Girl, my men are police force.
Their job is to secure people.

All right.
What are we supposed to do?

Excellent. Only...
that boy over there is ugly.

Kick out the ugly kids.
- How?

You want the President
to see ugly kids singing?

That's why they say:
"That Balkans!"

What's that song?

Well-known? - "The Animals"!
- Come again? "The Beatles".

OK, I know. It's not against
capitalism? - No. - Excellent.

Situation with the firemen?
- Not very well. - You've got an idea?

There's this orchestra
in the neighborhood.

They can put on firemen's uniform.
- Excellent.

Only... They're Gipsies.
- Do they know how to play?

They're born with the trumpets.
- Excellent...

Just jam helmets on their heads.
As if someone would notice.

There you go.

And I told you two packs.
- I'll do anything for a baby.

Thank you. You've no idea
what this means to me.

We'll have to drink to this.
Where's that waiter? - Razo!

Real "Pumpers", no doubt.

Bring us some sheep, pickle
and one bottle more. - No sheep.

The foreigners ate everything.
- And for us? - We have the heads.

Who gulps that?
- I do.

Don't!
You'll dirty my jeans.

Sorry I'm late.

Let me see.

Spread them.
Children, give him hand!

Ours looks like this, right?
- Look how yellow it is.

You fucking communist. You only
heard of red star, or what?

How it should be?
- White. - I'll paint it.

Paint! Cut out!
Don't sleep! Back to work!

Leave those flags!

Let me hear again!

You fucked up.
Admit it. - We all fucked up.

But, you started it!
Serbian community, Serbian woods,

Serbian tree, bird - Serb,
fish, pussy... Serbian leg!

Serbian breakdance!

Serbian tractor plows a Serbian
field next to a Serbian hill

on the Serbian land!
Serbian air... Fuck it!

Cheers.

We all exaggerated.

You exaggerated with airplanes
and tanks! You fucked up!

If you force me to speak...
You know who fucked up?

Those who came to save us here
- the Americans and Germans!

Why don't you say something?
What do you think? - Leave him.

I asked what's his opinion!
I just wanna hear his voice!

He should stay silent if he wants to.
- And he should!

He'd say all that Stanko did!
- You conceive something

and you think you're right!
- What did I conceive?

Bombs? Camps?
Did I conceive those?

And did I? No, I didn't!
- Why were you on the place

where those were conceived?
- I was with my people! So what?

And Faruk and I are not
your people?

Hamdo, you know very well
what I meant. - What do I know?

That he's "your people"
because he's a Serb,

and we're not yours because
we're not Serbs?

It seems that
this is for the best.

I shit on that.
Each to its own cage!

And we lived together, we were
friends, worked together...

we celebrated together! And one
morning you wake up and - bam!

Faruk and Hamdo are not your
people anymore. How comes?

You two are not mine,
but you killed my two brothers.

And who killed his brother?

Tell me that. Who?
- Let's not talk about that.

Batko Lolak.

Tell the man now,
you snitch.

Adnan is your brother, right?

Yes.

Lolak killed him in '92., in the
woods next to the barracks.

Your brother worked for that...
Velija. He smuggled.

I'd seen him from time
to time there.

Where?
In Doboj?

Across the line? During the war?
- Yeah, in Doboj.

Those barracks were behind
the woods next to the border.

You know how smuggling
functions in a war.

Why did you kill him?

It's not me who killed him!
I'm not a smuggler.

He began to work
in his own way,

Velija complained
to that Batko and...

Batko removed him.
- Velija complained to Batko?

Velija complained to you
Chetniks, and you killed him?

I didn't killed him!

Batko did.
That', what they say.

You feel better now?
- Gimme a break, please!

Do you have any evidence?
- Ask Velija.

You eat eyes?

Why did you kill my brother?

Kid, you have balls as big as
tits. - Why did you do it?

Who told you that?
- Why did you... - Calm down!

Who told you that?
- Your Chetniks.

Why would I do so?
- Cause he left you.

He started to work for
his own sake.

Everybody did so
in the war. Cut it out!

I loved Adnan more than you did,

and he loved me more than
he loved you.

Batko killed Adnan,
and I killed Batko.

And what did you do?
What?

Not untill today
have you asked for him.

He'll marry me,
and I'm pregnant.

I love her.
I'd give my life for her.

Gimme my pyjamas.

Take her. And tell her
not to come back.

Chief...

We are reaching...
the moment of decision.

We has to be... strong now.

Tell... me... what to do.
I will... do so.

You terrorist?

I may be an asshole,
but a terrorist - no.

I wanted that...
to know.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Is someone giving you troubles?
- I'm fine.

If someone bothers you,
you just tell me.

The place looks great.

Did you love Adnan?

I did.

Why did you leave him then?

Who cares. They'll call me
"Chetnik girl" for a while,

and then they'll all forget.
- But, I want to know.

We agreed to run away.
- Who?

Adnan and me.

You know him. "Fuck the war...
I might get killed..."

He should've stayed here
to get some money,

and I should've get us papers
to get across Serbian territory.

How? - He contacted some people
in Doboj.

I figured - I'd finished it
in one day.

Over a night,
the borders were closed...

soldiers... shooting...

They slaughtered men
on the streets...

I didn't go out for two months.

And one night, someone knocks
on my door. I freeze.

I open a door slightly...
and I see Adnan.

"What brings you here?"
"We are leaving."

We run... into car...
in the woods. We run and run.

He keeps on saying:
"It's OK, we're almost there.

Just to pass the woods...
and it's over."

I haven't got strenght.
I stop...

and Adnan keeps running.
- And?

I hear shots.
Short ones.

I lie down,
face close to the ground.

Silence...

I look up and see Adnan
lying and makes no move.

I just see a man, a shadow,
taking bag from Adnan...

...and disapears.

I went to Germany afterwards...

I was a singer there...

That's how it happened.
I swear.

Thank you.

Have you gone to hospital?

Look at him - motherfucker...
- He found his position.

God bless us, Mugdim,
my man.

It's now or never.
- Now! Don't worry. - I don't.

I haven't seen you lately.
- I haven't seen you, too.

Where's Azra?

You two had a row?

What's up?

Dad, I found Adnan.

We can bury him now.

I should change into the
uniform - for the welcome.

You should. Service is service.

Once a cop, always a cop.

This is your watch.

We don't need it, old man.
- There it is.

Where are you? That chick
enchanted you. - I'm here.

Stop squirming!

You got rid of the whores?
- I did. - Dough? - It's OK.

One fourth is mine, and the rest
is my wedding present to you.

That's OK? - OK.

What's this, bro?

Why did you do it?
- Fuck it.

Fried eggs.
These are good.

I want to ask you something.
- Tell me, old man.

Do I have one reason to be
a happy man? - You don't.

Fair enough.

Wait there.

Stanko, could you give a speech
about Bosnia and America?

Why not, chief? No problem.
We're here. - Thank you.

It seems we've become a team!

Relax, man!

I don't now if I can do this.
- You have to be strong.

Good bye, my friend.
- Good bye. - Go now.

Let me ask you one thing more.
- Tell me.

Am I a fool?

You're not.

You're my dad.

Fucking garlic.

Wanna cigarette? - I don't smoke.
You're refined now, all right.

May I?
- You must. - Yeah.

Let's go, old man.
- Let's go.

I have two children alive.

Of course you have.
- God give them life and health.

Fire! Fire!

Wait...

Wait! Godfather!
Comeback, godfather!

Fire!

Drive faster!

He must be here.
I left him here. - Calm down!

I knew it! Where's he!?
- He's gone into pieces.

Zaim, you fucked us up
for once and all! You get it?

Zaim is dead.
- I don't give a fuck!

You're dead, we're all dead!
You get it? Crazy motherfucker!

My condolence.

Sit down.

You punched him good.

I had a good teacher.

You punch 'im first.
- Always first.

What are you goin' to do now?

I don't know. I'll go away.
Maybe in Germany.

What are you ging to do there?
- I'll draw. - That's fine,

but what will bring you money?
- I'll be a fireman. - Right.

You can be one in Bosnia,
Finland... Craft is golden.

I must go now.

All right.

I would like to ask you
not to come to me.

Don't peek through my window
at nights,

don't breath at my neck
on the street.

We can't breath.
- Whatever, just leave me alone.

Don't you worry, my brother.

Give my regards to Hitka.
- I will.

This all ended well.
- It couldn't be better.