All language subtitles for Snivaj, zlato moje, Sleep Sweet, My Darling (2005) EN

SLEEP SWEET, MY DARLING

Will you go with me?

I must be off right away...

Must ride into the storm.

Girl! Have you gone mad?

Leaving into such a night?

Three men in the dark

Grandad! Grandad! I woke up!

- Where are you? Grandad!
- Here, here I am!

Line up soldier!

Atten-tion!
There we go.

Let's see.
Keep this up,

and you won't be needing
a ladder to pick cherries.

Grandad, can I take this
one down? It's yesterday's.

This is Mum.

Grandma says she wasn't
always messed up like this.

It began when my little sis was
sent to the angels in a shoebox.

Auntie Nadica has a great
ear for languages.

She's learned as
many foreign ones

as there had been
armies in Zagreb.

The little bastard!
He almost bit my finger off.

Well, my dear. You could've
stuck your nose in there.

I'd say, missus. You
haven't heard the last of it.

Just you mutter.

Mum says Grandma is kind,
but Grandad is quite cracked.

I know how it feels.

There was a crack in the loo
once and I fell through it.

River Soca
Went a-rushing

This is the loo.

The hole is widened in front
because Grandad has a large one.

Tomek?

Tomek!

Here I am!

- Where've you been?
- Drinking white coffee.

"Drinking white coffee."
Line up! On the double!

Ever since a rat bit
Grandads balls,

he can't crap if
I don't stand guard.

- Anything?
- Nothing. You?

Plenty, plenty-

Tomica, what are you doing?

I can't speak to you.
I'm on strict sentinel duty.

- Well, you're moving.
- You move away.

Why'd you scream at night?

There was something wet
and wriggling under my duvet.

- Tomek, who're you talking to?
- Tonka. She's wet her bed.

No I didn't.
The cat had kittens in my bed.

Tonka, breakfast is ready!

She's putting something
yucky in my palenta.

Here, Auntie!

Sonny...

Come
Round the flowers now, my heart

Let them not take us apart

Those tricks and lies

Come
Let's abandon this harsh life

Journey far from all the strife

To bright new skies

Such a life is sheer delight

Beneath blue heavens

And of all the maidens

You are my darling

Joy's a gift from up on high

A flight in freedom

O'er the forest kingdom

Fly like a Starling

You little brat, you are smart.

Ah, ah
Now I kiss this little fountain

Burbling merry on the mountain
Like the minstrels used to do

You won't do well in life, boy.

Ah, ah
Every flower makes me glad

Now my living won't be sad
My woes are through

Such a life is sheer delight

Beneath blue heavens

And you, my maiden
Bring me my song -

Beggin' your pardon, can I help?

Sonny, I'm off to the market
to check on Grandma.

You watch the house.
There.

Tomica! If the flyers are pink,
like so, you can go read them.

- Uh-huh.
- You can't read!

Uh-uh.

- Come! Let's see who got hit.
- Can't! I must watch the house.

Come on! Everyone's going,
you'll be the only one left.

- You coming too?
- Auntie won't let me.

"Auntie won't let me."

The worst thing they throw
are those pens that blow up.

- Where?
- In your fingers, Funnyface.

They blow up your hand and head.
And just for unscrewing the lid.

They won't get me.
I can't write.

- Look, I have one like that.
- Don't play with it.

- Why not? It's fun.
- I'm off.

- Wait!
- Let go!

Oh, calm down!

Let me go!
I wanna go home!

Lie down!

Ah, I need to push it
at the back.

Let me go! Mommy!

Mommy!

Tomica! Look at you!

- Grandma, they hit the dog.
- You rascal, where've you been?

- Why don't we have a dog?
- Because we couldn't feed it.

Have you ever seen a dog
here in Abyssinia?

- Let me help you, Mrs. Glazar.
- Thank you.

Grandma, why are you so cross?

Everything is falling apart. God
knows what will happen to us.

All! Up! To arms now!
No more discussions

Bomb now, bomb now
Bomb now the Russians

The English are bombing loos!

They're bombing loos!

The English are bombing loos!
The English are bombing loos!

White sand, white wash!

White sand, white wash!

Just you be naughty,
and you'll get spanked.

Grandad, why do they call
our neighbourhood "Abyssinia"?

Named it after people
even poorer than us.

Grandad, have you really
been a bell-ringer once?

What bell-ringer?
What nonsense is that?

- Who told you that?
- I'm just asking.

I was a bell-caster once,
and a right good one, I was.

How come you just cast spritzers
down your throat nowadays?

What?
That's from Grandma, huh?

Here, let's see if they're sharp.

Lice!

We'll try petroleum first.

If that doesn't work,
we'll use mercury paste.

That's for crabs.
You know what crabs are?

Well. If that doesn't help,
you're going under the razor.

Tomica, come,
don't be naughty!

- Come, get over here!
- Don't want to!

I'll get you silk candy!
Come, get over here.

Jesus. Dad!

Get him over here!

Get this devil off of me!
Get it off of me!

Let him go, let him go!
Tomica! You murderers!

Dad!

Oh no, my rooster!

He's alive! Come, take his
knapsack off of him.

Everything will be
all right now.

You'll see.

Here, Grandma!

Plenty for all today.

Tomek, come to the table!

Let him be, let him play.
Cheers!

Cheers!

Well, now that I'm back,
I promise we'll live like lords.

Eating the best Mardesic
sardines every day...

That's nice. Good boy.

So, are you marrying soon?
Is there anyone?

Oh, there sure is.

- An Italian POW knocked her up.
- Dad! What a lout you are.

- And a lout you always will be.
- What?

- I sure didn't get knocked up.
- There, there!

One rooster's dead,
but the other one came back.

You know, I thought of you often.

When I showed your photo to the
guys, they couldn't believe it.

They thought you were
some American movie star.

So, how did you do without me?

Things will be better
with you around.

And you're prettier too.
An Italian, huh?

A prisoner of war.

Daddy, will you let me
have the gun?

I'll slap you across the face
if you so much as touch it.

So, are there no news here?
Hasn't anyone come back?

Yeah.
Lojzek's kid has,

but his gangrene was so bad
that his leg had to be...

And you?
How come they let you off?

My appendix. I need surgery,
and right away, too.

Pass the wine, please.

Tomica, I just
thought of something.

Look what I've brought you.

Thanks, Dad.

Go play over there.

Mira, we could have another kid.

To keep this one company.

How about it?

Poor thing.

Tomica, I said,
sit at the table.

Daddy, d'you know that a rat
bit Grandads balls?

I'll get your balls,
little rascal.

I sure know that's true.

So what's so funny about it?
He bit me, so what?

Across the rooftops
Pale moon was swinging

This little tune here
I was a-singing

And like two cooing doves

We used to be glowing

Here, sonny.

Get another bottle of seltzer.
Here's the money.

Get yourself some candy
with the change. And hurry up.

And like two cooing doves

We used to be glowing

Drinking from a single cup

The love overflowing

Mira?

- Mira!
- What is it?

- Someone's in the attic.
- It's Nadica.

I know, but there's
someone else.

- That's Mario.
- What bloody Mario?

- The Italian.
- The prisoner of war?

In our attic?

He ran away as they were
taking him to Germany.

You're all nuts.
The Glazars, all of you.

We'll all be shot
if they find out.

Quiet down! Let us sleep!
What's wrong with you?

Oh, it's nothing, Stef.
Just screwups in the attic.

The Zagreb Court Martial

sentenced to death
by firing squad:

Franjo Fabijancic, 33,

son of Matija and Selena.

The execution was carried out
in due course.

- And that's it.
- Is that what it really says?

I wouldn't lie to you.

Mrs. Hiizak tells me that they
make soap bars out of children.

I knew you were lying. You've
been gypping me all along.

- You have no idea.
- Janja! - What, Grandad?

Don't read that.
It's not for kids.

- Come, let's go home.
- Okay, Grandad. Bye, Tomek.

Just take a full bucket,
get washed up properly.

You could take a hundred
and you'd still be what you are.

- And what might that be?
- A floozy. - A what?

What you are, a floozy.
Having fun with kids.

Like I don't know
what you did to Brankec.

- That's so true, Micika.
- Oh, so he's yours?

He's good,
he'll amount to something.

- He's only fifteen, for shame!
- Look, what can I do?

- All your husbands are away,
fighting. - Leave him alone!

Don't worry,
he'll find a lass easily,

now that he knows how
it's done. - You floozy!

I'll cool you down right now!

Micika, what are you doing?
Are you out of your mind?

And what are you laughing at,
you dirty sow?

Another round, boss.

Darkec, come, have a drink.

Who knows,
it might be your last one.

Just you plaY-

- Watch out for the narcosis.
- You might never wake up.

Tell me something, guys.
Who did you screw around with

while I was down in Bosnia?
- There's always someone.

If you keep on stalling,
they'll brand you a deserter.

I told you I'd go.

Guys, you know what
true suffering is?

Sliding down a razor and
falling into a barrel of iodine.

That's enough now!
I said I'd go.

Don't go messing with me.

The war will be over by then.

I've been listening to Radio
London. - That's forbidden.

Better think of what you'll do
when they come from the forest.

Nothing to it! You'll testify to
that I was only doing my duty.

And I was lenient to everyone.
Including you, Ckaric!

See, it's quite possible
I married the wrong sister.

I cast them like that.

One light as a bluebell,

another heavy
as a church bell.

Get it?

So, then,
you're really not going back?

To Bosnia?
No way in hell.

You know, we found a dozen
Domobrans in a forest once.

Their dicks were sticking
out of their mouths.

- How so?
- Their own dicks.

Oh, the sons of bitches.

The beast fay obediently at
his feet like a hound.

From then on, the wolf followed
the boy like a faithful dog.

Sit!

- No, no, roll around!
- I won't! I'm not your dog!

Then I won't read to you...
And what are you looking at?

Nothing. He's a good boy.
Why are you harassing him?

- He's my boy.
- Then you should love him.

I do! Look!

Why'd you do that?

Don't go staring at others
when I say that you're mine!

That Tonka is a fool, and you're
a funnyface who can't even read.

Here, read it for yourself.

I won't read at all, I'll draw.
Like this, just like this.

Tomica, remember when
I read you Treasure Island?

There's treasure here, too.
By the Sava... Wanna see?

Come, are you scared?

See, I told you.

Who does it all belong to?

The Jews.

Wow, lucky them.

C'mon, let's go!

Run, you fool!

It's just kids!

It's not typhoid, but we
have to get his fever down.

Or he's done for.

Fill a barrel full of water.

You, Darkec, go to Bacani's
place and get some ice.

Come on, Darkec, come on!

It'll be all right!

We've got to do this.

Easy now.

It's for your own good.

Mommy!

The Kneipp Method is
the best there is. You'll see.

- How long must he be inside?
- Until I say so.

God shall pay you.

If something happens to him too,
Mira will kill herself.

Tomica, be still.
I'll make you a scooter.

Spare something
for the Red Help?

Of course, as always.

Mommy!

That's fine now. Take him out
and light up the stove.

Three blankets, and he'll be
as good as new in three days.

When down a starry night sky

Silver moonbeams
start to descend

Every heart to heaven ascends
- It was you!

- And the peculiar, passionate
longings - Wasn't!

- Enter the mind
- Was too! You broke it!

Playing guitar on my boat
I drink in the loving you give

All around us pearly seas live
The song keeps us entwined

Tonight I'll whisper to you
Tender and loving words

Tonight I have to give you
My love in gentle chords

This gorgeous night God gave
us just for sweet lovemaking

So let us dream while waking
Before the hours of light

I wish we had had
cream and cheese instead.

Go, catch it with the trowel.
Save what can be saved.

Catch it!
What are you waiting for!

Won't be drafty anymore.

It won't! It won't!

Tonka, why are you always alone?

- I'm not. I have lots of friends.
- Where are they?

- Here's one.
- It's just a bug.

No, it's a fair black steed
pulling a royal carriage.

You have to look
with better eyes than these.

Come, I'll show you something.

Where are we going?

Swear on the Black Gypsy

that you won't tell anyone
about my hideaway.

May the Black Gypsy
take me away if I do.

Look, this is Karlo.
Dad caught him in Africa.

Don't be scared.

When the war's over,
Dad will come and get me.

And we'll go see the whole
world from his plane.

Come along with us.

Tonka, where are you hiding?

- We gotta go.
- Is she really a witch?

- Yeah.
- So how does she do it?

Uses her eyes and tea.
She was jealous of Mum.

Mum sang beautiful arias,
and so now she can't walk.

And she turned my brother
into a garden gnome.

Did you have a brother?

Uh-huh, he's always there.

If you look at him long enough
you'll see that he's alive.

It's all right,
he can come to the table.

O Lord, bless this food
and us who shall eat it.

In the name of the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Cheers!

What, you want some too?

You so reek of the attic ham.

For the whole family! Prost!

What's he saying?

Says "cheers".

Tomica, let's knock 'em.

I've forgotten how it's done.

Take an Easter egg
and hit mine with it.

- Is this a normal onion?
- Yes, quite normal. Bitte.

I'd like to stay here forever.

I've never had a better time
than up here, in your attic.

- What's he saying?
- He likes it up in our attic.

What's the matter now?

What if the Nazi starts yapping
about the Italian in our house?

Don't worry, he'll keep mum.

As soon the war is over,
we'll have a wedding.

- What's he saying?
- He'll get married.

- I believe so, but to whom?
- Mum!

I am not a Zagorec
Who would sell his own wine

I would rather drink it all
With this kin of mine

Let us drink, let us drink

Happy Easter!

Oh, don't sing lying down.
Come, come, get him up!

Nicely raised threshold.

- Come, sit down!
- I will!

You are gut, it's all gonna be
gut, you'll sehen.

We should get some more wine.

Blasted threshold!

It's just a routine operation.
It'll be all right.

You know, like in the song.

To war, to war
Draw your swords from scabbards

Ban, let the foes
See the way we die

Where did you get the crayons?

Dad bought them for me
before he went to tinsmith's.

Tinsmith's, you say.

Grandma said to finish her off
if she gets really ill.

Yeah, grandma's quite right.

Just stay away from the doctors.

Let me see.

You little devil,
you really draw nicely.

I don't.

It's a spitting image.

What? The yellow go yelling,
and the red get ahead.

- We've got him!
- What is it, a goldfinch?

It's Ferdinand!
We've caught Ferdinand!

Yuck. I'm off.

You'll lose your head for this.
I'll do all the judging.

What did you guys catch?

Good that you're here, lass.
You'll be his defence attorney.

Tomek!

On my mark, raise the box
so that it runs towards me.

- It'll bite me!
- Be a man, will you!

NOW!

Ow, son of a bitch!

Blasted snotty brats, one
of them'll get hurt some day.

Oh, we used to do that too.
Let the kids have some fun.

You jumped first.
That means I'm the winner!

No you aren't,
we jumped at the same time.

- Lies! Wanna do it again?
- Yep.

We'll count this time. You jump
before ten, you're yellow.

I have to be home at ten.

When I count to ten, silly.

There's a freighter coming.

Come, start counting.

Not yet, on my mark.

One, two...

Three, four...

Ferdo, follow me!

Scram!

This way, Ferdo!
Hurry up!

What! Are you running after
our local kids from Tresnjevka?

What kids?
What's with you, people?

- Who are you chasing, then?
- Nobody, pal!

The Partisans are in Dubrava!
And you're having a picnic here!

Ferdo, come! Leave the train
and these fools, save your head!

- Well, this changes everything.
- How so? In what way?

Like so. These ones left,
those ones aren't here yet.

We don't know
what's in store for us.

Still, no use waiting to find out
on an empty stomach. Get it?

Plenty for all! Plenty for all!
Come, folks.

What! I saw it first!

It's mine!

- Shouldn't you be keeping order?
- Yeah, I will.

Put three dozen drinks here.
I'm retired as of today.

They're here!
We're free!

Do you hear me, people?
I just saw them!

- They're here!
- Who's here?

Our army, Mr. Pepek!
Our army has come.

As far as I know,
our army just left.

Watch your tongue.
The cards are reshufiled now.

Oh, dear God!

Do you see anything?

- Girls, away from the window.
- Okay.

Did you hear that?

Oh, it's nothing. Play!

O Marijana
My sweet little Marijana

Mr. Bartolic, go home and
change into civilian clothes.

Are you crazy!

It's simply not done.

- Want some?
- All right.

You like it?

So what next, Mrs. Ckreblin?

Now the people will rule.
We, the poor and the workers!

We'll get electricity.
And running water!

Thank you very much.
I prefer wine.

- And what about our boys?
- Nothing. They'll be all right.

Long live the rule
of the people!

Long live!

It'll all be better now.
I dreamt that it would be so.

Sing, sing, you son of a bitch!

- Let's go play.
- Don't want to.

- Why all the merrymaking?
- Shut up and drink.

Anyone up for a song?

Let's do it.

Our volunteers
Thunderously roam

At the Russian Frontline
Fighting for their home

Through their feats of valour
Our voice is heard

- Stop that! Hush!
- You're just asking for trouble!

- My cup of wine
- My cup of wine

- My cup of wine
- My cup of wine

Greet the sweet
Darling of mine

For her I drink
Your drops sublime

Even if it is

My last time

- Mrs. Skrinjar?
- Yes?

Jesus Christ!

The cut's a bit high
for appendicitis.

Darkec?

- Hush. I'm dead.
- How come, if you're alive?

Do explain.

I just don't get it.

The Partisans came last night
and took all the wounded away.

There was nothing anyone could
do, neither doctors nor nurses.

I got rifle-butted. They
took them all away in lorries.

What'll Mira do now?

She'd give anything
to see him alive again.

You'll wake up the whole morgue!
Go, go home now.

No, Tonka, not like that!
I told you a hundred times!

Again! Lift your fingers!
Wrong, Tonka, wrong!

Why are you so mean to me?
I don't want to anymore!

Tonka, here's your scrapbook.
This is for you, look.

Let me see.

- Who are the empty pages for?
- Dad.

- Is he coming back, then?
- Yes. When he fixes the plane.

We'll move to his castle.
Since we don't belong here.

Why did Janja cry like that?

Because of her grandad,
something happened to him.

- She likes you a lot, you know.
- Yeah, I'll marry her.

I shall never marry.

- Why? - Aunt Blanka
says all men are pigs.

See that one over there...
That was Aunt Blanka's fiancée.

Tonkica! Come back to practice!
How could you leave like that!

Why didn't your mum let me in?

Oh, forget it...
She thought it was contagious.

- Measles?
- No, Funnyface. I was just sad.

- And that's contagious?
- I don't know... Might be.

- And why are you so merry?
- My Dad is back.

From the camp?

From the attic. Mrs. Ckreblin
got him his papers. And yours?

- Mine's dead.
- No he isn't.

Is too, Mum says
he's dead to us.

He'd hooked up with some woman.
- Where? - In the forest.

Here, that's it. Go on, fish.

Beware of the Sava.
The river's dangerous, you know?

You want to swim, go to the pool
at the City Bathing Resort. OK?

Yes.

It'll be OK. I might get a job
at the People's Restaurant.

And if you do want to swim here,
don't go diving into the Sava.

There's pillars and rocks here,
all kinds of nasty things.

You're a good boy.
Damned money.

Dad, I can set up bowling pins
at the Sparkasse.

No. You deserve better.

I don't feel good at all.
Damned surgery.

I deserve better, too.
Should jump the fence.

What fence, Dad?

You're too little to understand.
The fence of FNR Yugoslavia.

Oh, come on,
pick one and go away!

All my thoughts are sailing softly
To that country far away

Over hills and over oceans
To where I'll stay

All my hopes are sailing softly
To that country far away

Over hills and over oceans
On moonshine's ray

All my thoughts are sailing softly
To the homeland far away

Where there's someone who
Thinks of me even today

Worry not, O darling mine
And don't you pine

Lidija, will you sing to me?

What song would you like,
Mr. Pepak?

- The one about swallows.
- Sure.

You small birdies,
So fleet of wing,

Go now flying in the air...

It was at the garage last week.

It was a spark plug.

How are you, Funnyface?

Someone filled out, all right.

Dad, that's Janja Bartoliceva.

Everyone fancies her.

- So what are you waiting for?
- She won't go out with plebes.

For hundred miles
you go a-searchin'

No beauty has her fame

She's the old fishmonger's
urchin, and Janja is her name

Those were the bad years.

In wintertime, I'd spend time
in the warm British Library.

Or I'd collect coals
along the railway.

Dad got two years in prison for
attempting to flee the country.

And Mom...
Mom just kept mum.

Not even chicken soup could
help Grandad that last time.

He got such a fever that
we could roast chestnuts on him.

And then he got
completely could.

His willy was so big, they had
to wash it in a separate basin.

Grandma couldn't live
without him.

She got so thin. Had only 40 kg
when the tram ran her over.

I didn't see the girl!
People, I didn't see her!

You are a real man!

I love only you.

Mom, the stew is on the table.

Dad.

Did you run away?

I'm through with that.

They let me off
two months early.

So...

How was it?

Fine.

- How was it for you?
- Cold.

Have a cigarette?

You just do your work.
I'm off to the Sparkasse.

To remind them who's the
king of blackjack in Tresnjevka.

So how did you get two years?
Nacek's cousin got three months.

Yeah, but it was my third time.

They caught me at the Soca,
where your dad was in wartime.

A meter from the border!

I could almost see
your Italian guy.

- He never contacted her.
- The whoring bastard.

Mamma, Mamma.

What? A year for my
third escape attempt,

and a year for blabbing.

I told them openly. Darko
Skrinjar will never be fine

with the Communist regime,
period. - Very nice.

And you're okay with your
wife and son living like this.

- Well, I did it for them.
- Oh, come on, come on!

I was gonna put some money aside
and then get them to come over.

They would have starved to death
but for Auntie Nadica.

- The Red Cross helped out, too.
- Shut up, you!

Yeah, Nadica came through.
Flour, sugar, jam and oil.

You'd been drinking.

Well, everyone was buying.
Mira, I'm important around here.

You're an idiot. Playing with
your family's fate like that.

Oh, come on, Nada,
it'll be all right now.

And your guy, what, is he really
tending to monkeys at the Zoo?

Yeah, he's a good man.
Likes animals.

Reeks a bit of the bears when
he comes to bed, but he's kind.

- What are you laughing at?
- That's nice.

I don't even remember
the last time we had veal.

I asked them in writing
to let Tomica into high school.

We'll find a contact there.
I'm important around here.

And we'll pull you out of
that Sport Heruc place, too.

My God, my wife
won't be a cleaning lady.

I need to grab some shuteye.
ls the attic occupied?

No.

See, things are shaping up.
I'm telling you, Mira.

One day, you'll have
eight doors in your house.

And we'll marry Tomica off, too,
to that lass, what's her name?

Janja Jambrovic.

And I'll dig up a pool
in the backyard.

I'll breed dolphins in it.

And your husband will feed
them the Mardesic sardines.

Hold him!

It'll be all right.

It'll... be... all right.

- Take this home.
- Is that Tonka playing?

Yeah.

She's cheered up since her
mom died. Or she fell in love.

I'm off to see a movie.

Janja.

Janja, I love you.

All right, Funnyface, all right.
That's nice.

You're, like,
really in love, eh?

Look, Tomica.
We're not kids anymore.

I want out of this shithole.
D'you know how much he got

when they beat FC Partizan?
- No.

Four meters of tweed,
and buttons.

He'll get an apartment, too.
In the projects.

I have my O Levels now.

I have a little O, too, now.
Everyone's like whoa about it.

Run away, Funnyface,
he's jealous!

That's pure erotica.

The bun by itself,
and then a wiener inside it.

Is that your kid?

Yes, Tomica.
He's brought all you asked for.

There, nothing to worry about.
Don't be so stiff.

Let's see.

Darkec, fix us
three more seltzer wines.

- These are just...
- Okay, okay.

Admit it, you didn't do them,
you had help.

I didn't.

You know that weirdo, Maurovic?

No. But I've seen all his work.

Undoubtedly, undoubtedly.
It's all so...

Well, it is, you can't deny it.
The dames are good.

You like dames, huh?

All right, I'll put you into
the Graphics School.

I guess you'll make
a fine lithographer.

What's that?

Good morning.

Come, I'll buy you a drink for
that great scoring on Sunday.

Thanks, I have practice later.
Two blackberry juices.

Why play with amateurs,
someone'll break your leg.

Those are my home boys,
I'm having a good time.

I'll catch your ball
on my volley once, kid.

Hey, Tonka!

This is my fourth play,
and there's still no audience.

I don't even know why I bother.

Listen, Comrade Janekovic,
let's be a little flexible here.

I'm being flexible! Has there
ever been theatre here! No!

But the audience isn't coming.
And who can blame them?

Who'd watch a play entitled

Dear Comrade Commander,
We Caught Ourselves a Chetnik.

Well, yes.
The title might be a tad long.

- What do you suggest, then?
- Something for kids.

- Say, Nazor was a Partisan.
- He was. A good man.

Well, this Nazor fellow wrote
the Red Riding Hood.

- As a Partisan?
- No.

I don't know.
Probably before that.

But it just goes to show that
he's always been a bit red.

Tell me more,
you've piqued my curiosity.

Tell you more about what?

This Red Riding Hood.

- So, the forest stays?
- You be quiet.

Auntie Nadica says
you've changed.

And you have.

What happened?

- Guess.
- You fancy someone?

Ugh, that's so vulgar and glib.

Then what is it?

It's deep, sensitive and noble.

For a while, I thought
it could be you.

Could be what?

Nothing, that was before.
And it's all right.

I was playing Schumann,
the andante.

And he stood behind me.
And suddenly, he said,

dolce, Tonka.
Actually, he said,

dolce, Tonka, dolce.
- That Truman fellow?

It's Schumann. And no,
my piano teacher, Mr. Laszlo!

Then he lifted my hair
and kissed my neck.

I shivered all over.

- How old is he?
- Schumann?

What does it matter?
He's thirty.

He's married,
but he'll divorce her.

He said he'll devote himself
just to me and my career.

He's wonderful.
Has such soft, long fingers.

Oh, God, you're totally
bonkers about him!

LITHOGRAPHY

Listen up, bozos.

You're a bunch of morons, but
I'll make masters out of you yet.

Right now, as of this
Monday at 9.15 AM,

you're entering
the world of art.

Write it down for your
biography. Lithos!

In Greek, that means stone!

Stone is the basis of
this technique,

this art form,
the lithography.

Have you met with it before?

I have a hereditary
talent for stonework.

- Yeah? - My dad was at the
Goli Otok Penitentiary.

Incidentally, wisecrackers
usually flunk this class.

Unless they crack very wisely.

Honore Daumier,
who drew like God,

ended up in prison
for six months, for making

a lithographic caricature
depicting King Louis Philippe.

Toulouse-Lautrec made posters
using the lithographic method.

One time, he came
back from a brothel.

Those were the days, boys,
those were the brothels.

The courtesans were brilliant,

unlike our piss-poor
hallway hookers.

The white meat behind red
garters, those corsets.

Unlaced by the damn
petit-bourgeois,

with pince-nez on their noses,
leaning over those powdered,

ever so slightly
raised buttocks.

Right.

What's he doing in there?

The idiot, we said two dances.

There he is!

Where are you, Miha, you dork.

Skrinjar, come on.

It's a bit wet there.

I have a newspaper. Here.

I'll do it.

Wait, wait, wait.

I'll do it.

Listen, I'm sorry if it was.
If it wasn't...

Well, forget it.

What, was it your first time?

Nice.

Have another one.

It's good for your blood.

Give it to me,
I'll throw it away.

It's normal. It's what happens.

See, you're stiff all over,
except where you should be.

- No more, I've had five already.
- Come, come, just eat it whole.

And relax.

It's twitching already.

I knew you were
from an upstanding family.

Give me that hand, don't be shy.

No one ever left this bed
unhappy, you know?

Atta boy.

There. Right there!

See, you can do it.

That's right.

Good job.

Bite, bite.

Yes, yes, yes.

Tonka!

What is it, Tonka?

It hurts here, it hurts so much.

What is it, the professor?

I have dad's pistol
in the attic.

Come, Tonka, don't be a fool.
So he knocked you up, so what?

Let go, I hate you!

Go on, hate me. I won't let go.
We're in this together.

You got a knife?

I'll kill myself first,
and then I'll kill him.

Did he knock you up?

- Are you pregnant?
- I'm not...

It hurts here too.

Hurts so much!

Let go!

Kill me, smite me with a rock!

I can't live without him, can't!

Tomica...

Why are we so unlucky?

Well, we're not unlucky,
we just have no luck in love.

And that's chic, you know.

You still in love with Janja?

It'll be easier now.

- We'll go back by tram.
-If they still operate by then.

- Who knows, we might not even
go back together. - Why?

- Maybe some girl bogarts me?
- As if no one would want me.

You're out of luck. There's no one
over thirty there. - You bastard!

Did you see him? He makes
good passes here too.

Shit, you know that his picture
is on the chocolate cards?

And his broad is fine, too.

Boring again today.

Think something up, Suhi.
I want a good fight!

Roll it down, I need petrol.

Beli?

- Your dame is winking at
that dweeb there. - What?

- Gimme an autograph?
- No, what was the first thing?

She was winking at that guy.

- You were winking?
- I got something in my eye.

- Excuse me.
- You did that on purpose.

Right, I saw it.
Gimme tickets for Sunday?

Buzz off. You know who I am?
My face's on a chocolate card.

I know. I collect Animal Kingdom.
I only need Ape to complete it.

Gimme your autographed picture?

Hey, baby, watch out!

Wait.

How's this?

I'm sorry.

They really hit you proper,
you know.

Here, too.

Where?

Not again, not again!

What's your problem? You crazy?
I almost ran you over.

Mrs. Bacani!
Are you all right?

- Come on, hag, move it!
- Leave her alone!

Two years ago, I ran over an old
lady with a cart, right here.

Thought it was a little girl, too.
What?

Well, I really like it.
Kids, the tree is nice.

But we'll all be sorry
if they find out I got it.

Tonka, why didn't you
bring Auntie over, too?

Oh, you know her.

Now that you're with us, tell me
if your dad really was noble.

He was.
I have my family tree.

Then my grandson will be noble.

Alojzije, that's a good name.

"Aloisius von Barutanski
und Razdrti."

- What's Razdrti?
- My home country. Tuhelj.

Actually, I know
nothing about you.

Neither do I.

We didn't have a family tree,
just an apricot tree.

It's for the little otter.

He really loves animals.

Feeds the baby baboon milk
from a bottle, imagine that.

Well, then you have to adopt it.

When it grows up, it'll have a
nice red arse and the otter can.

Very funny.

- What is it, Dad?
- It's nothing.

Did you choke?

No, Croatia isn't fallen
as long as we live

Tall and mighty it'll stand up
new hope shall it give

Darko, please, not so loud.
There could be a raid.

Let there be a raid!
A true Croat's not afraid!

Over there!

My heart skipped.

Mira?

Iron my trousers neatly.

I can't do it anymore.

Hi.

This is for you.

What is it? Merry Christmas.

Thank you!

Sit down, Mrs. Ckreblin.
Pour the lady a glass.

Thank you.

And since when have you been
celebrating, Mrs. Ckreblin?

Since they outlawed it.

What has it all come to?

I can't believe it.

Didn't imagine it this way.

Didn't!

Six, five, four...

Three, two, one...

Happy New Year!

Cheers!

Every drop a new year brings

Save us, Lord,
from fortune's slings

Every drop a new year brings

Save us, Lord,

From fortune's slings

I can't, thank you.

Sing the praises of our host

Let us raise another toast

It's all right, you shouldn't.

Zdenko,
you're extremely talented.

Friends!

It's finders-keepers!

Catch!

Get it!

Oh, he was the quickest,
gotta admit that.

Bravo!

Did you see that! A pro!

Let's drink it, drink it, drink it

Let's drink another cup

Lets drink the rosy red wine
Let's drink it, bottoms up!

Let's drink it, drink it, drink it

Let's drink another cup

Let's drink the rosy red wine

Let's drink it, bottoms up!

You did this here,
at the Graphics School?

Here, at the Graph, yes.

Not bad... For a piece of art.

The sheep are a tad too large,
but it's fine.

This bit is bad, however.

The local branch of the Party
demands that I throw you out.

Too bad, you do have talent.
Max, come on, stop it.

Vlado, if you'll permit me...
This is actually an allegory.

- Is it?
- Here's what it is.

In a naive way, resembling
a reactionary religious motif,

therefore, admittedly using
inappropriate means,

this young man was expressing
the fundamentals of revolution,

of our socialist ideals,
brotherhood and unity, etc.

Look more closely at the Magi.
They only look like the Magi.

But they're Marx, Engels,
and Lenin. Behind them,

there are farmers, herders,
the working class in general,

and cattle, of course. And
the babe in the manger

represents a new era. A birth
of a social, socialist idea,

as advocated by Comrade Jesus.
He's watched over by the Party.

Here, due to circumstances,
depicted as Mary.

And Joseph is alongside her.
Joseph, the patron of workers!

Besides, the Star has
five points, as you can see.

It's all perfectly obvious.

Look, Max, do you really think
that I'm an idiot?

No, but admit it,
my elucidation was ingenious.

And besides, I have six reports
on you here in my desk.

All alleging seduction
of female pupils.

Only six?

Did you hear that, Skrinjar?
I'm being insulted here.

This time,
I'll let you off the hook.

But if it happens again, you are
out of here! Is that clear?

Come on, quit grinning.

Hey, give them back!

When we join our two plots,
they'll make a nice big one.

We just have to go back
for the chest of drawers.

- Stop the car.
- What for?

Wanna get laid today?

- Sure.
- Stop it, then.

Watch how you're stopping,
this is not a ball game!

So long, Funnyface.

No hard feelings.

So long, Mrs. Mira.

Just shut up and drive.

Everyone's giving me
a runaround.

First it's an ulcer,
then a complicated ulcer...

Then my pancreas, then liver...

- They're clueless.
- You won't go under the knife.

Dad...

What?

Nothing.

You look good.

Everything will be all right
once I'm back home, you'll see.

My mom was a Sister of Mercy
in the Great War.

She helped the wounded, and
one time she helped too much.

His name was Joza Poljanec,
he got blown up afterwards.

He was my real daddy.

No one knew I was a bastard son.

I could read and write,
I wore nice clothes.

I could play a mean card,
and I did my share of whoring.

I was the prettiest piccolo
at the Esplanade Hotel.

I got mad when these fools put
up the signs after the turnover

saying, A TIP
OFFENDS THE WORKER.

Oh, they used to offend me so
much back in the day...

Best time of my life, son.

Did you bring it?
Let me have some.

You'll know better
with your kids.

Look, I can't take it.

I can't take it.

You know what I'd like?
Ice cream.

Do get me an ice cream.

Sonny...

Just a single ball.

Here, dad.

I used to write ballads
And garlands I'd weave

And all joy I had once
Away did I give

And sorrow forever
My heart hidden kept

When no one consoled me
Alone have I wept.

But deep inside my heart
Tears I do not feel

And even in hardships
My ballads there pea!

And if I'm a poor man
Away all I'll give

My ballads and my heart
As long as I live

Listen here...

What's that black ribbon for?

My dad died two weeks ago,
Mr. Maurovic.

Nothing to it.

He'll come back,
in one form or another.

In this way or that, eventually.

I believe in reincarnation.
And in metaphysics.

This is what happened
when my father died.

Just a day before I ended up
in bed with a bout of pneumonia.

So I lie there, and suddenly,
a glass shatters next to me.

Ask Karmen, my first wife.

An empty glass,
with just a spoon in it.

And it explodes like a cannon.

I check the time,
it's 5 o'clock sharp.

The next day I get a telegram
saying my dad died in Kocevje.

And exactly at 5 PM.

You want one?

No, thank you.

I've believed in metaphysics
ever since.

And in petroleum.

My mom greased her hair with it,
and I drink it.

So, tell me.

What's this lecture about?

Comics.

The goddamn comics!

You all keep going on
about them. I'm a painter!

This, this is who I am!

Those comics just
drove me away from painting.

See...

I care for nothing
in this life anymore.

Except for painting.

Not even for sex.

I ended up with a student here
the other day, alone.

I look at her, she looks at me,
so I ask her,

"Are you looking at me
as a painter, or as a man?"

"Both," she says.
Want some?

"All right," I tell her,
"let's give it a shot."

So we both get undressed,
and we get into bed.

And my organ jumps up
like a young lad's.

But then!

I just get up, and get dressed.

I tell my student, "Sorry,
but I don't want to waste it."

"I'm working, I'm painting."

- Why are you poking me?
- They poked St. Sebastian, too.

Look, you have to start
shaping yourself up.

I'm shaping you up now.

- Have you ever read Flaubert?
- No.

No! How about Turgenev?

So who do you like?

The Rabus hot dogs.

And?

The Samobor kielbasas.

And?

Well, and you.

From now on, you have to read
one book each week.

Or find yourself another model.

Tomica...

Mmm?... Just a minute.

I got my scholarship.

Jesus!

Dad once told me why the
Mardesic sardines taste so good.

Why?

They catch them just before
Christmas, when they're fattest.

Tenderest women clean them up,
steadiest men weld the cans.

Oh, stop it.

D'you know who had the
first bikini in Abyssinia?

My Auntie Nadica.
When she got it,

she paraded it down the
whole length of Bocacka.

She was quite merry, huh?

Yeah. And your Aunt Blanka
isn't a witch at all.

No. She's just...

You know, the women in my
family have always been unhappy.

What, all of them?

I'll grease your skin,
so you don't get sunburnt.

Not there.

There's no one around...

Praise the Lord.
Seen my missus, perhaps?

So, where were we?

Not there.

Come on, there's no one here.

And half of Abyssinia was made
here, in the bushes by the Sava.

How many kids
will we have? Five...

Three?

Praise the Lord!
Seen my cow, perhaps?

Are you mine?

Just mine?

Praise the Lord!

It's crowded here.
I'll go for a swim.

- Daddy, daddy!
- What is it?

- Can I sit up front?
- You can't sit up front.

- Can I sit in the back?
- You may. Where's Mommy?

There, see her go.

Come, hold my stuff.

Hand me that juice.

Tonka, Tonka!

Tomica, would you like some
sour lung stew? You like that.

Thanks, Mum. No, thanks.
I like visiting you, too.

I know.

Mrs. Blanka takes
good care of her.

Poor Tonka, she's just as before.
There's no improvement.

She's non-responsive...
She doesn't understand anything.

Neither do I, Mum.

Twilight is upon us

Cold night shortly will fall

With the light of morning

I shall hear journeys lonely call

Sleep sweet, o my darling

Sleep sweet, darling, now

I waited for you so long...

My cheeks are pale with tears.

Your cheeks will be red as dawn.

On the day we live together.

SLEEP SWEET, MY DARLING