All language subtitles for Ubistvo s predumisljajem

This film is dedicated to
SLOBODAN SELENIC

How are you, my baby?

Did anyone call?

The students gathered
in Belgrade to protest.

Hi, Jelena, honey.
Daddy speaking.

Why do you never call?

I'm kinda broke again.

It's Fatso and I want you so.
Listen, Bulika.

What we did was like a dream.
Want to do it again?

I've got a job for you.
I need shots and a few lines

on the students' rally.

The atmosphere, the city,
that stuff. No shit here. Bye!

Come here, my only one.

My only friend.

The University Council
delayed its decision

on the strike. So, the
students proclaimed one.

They decided to shut
themselves in 3 schools.

You recovered?

No room here. I have to
be an outpatient.

You know where to go?
- No.

After you recover
you know where to go?

Don't worry, Joko. I'm not
less patriotic than you.

Those who say that we've
been manipulated

by the opposition
are liars.

Our strike is not political.

We are against the war!
We are saving our skins.

Our skins are at stake.

We don't want
the irresponsible.

power-hungry politicos
deciding our fate.

We want.

Slobodan Milosevic
to resign!

What are you doing?!
-Who, me?

Get off, menace!
-Shooting some atmosphere.

So, I'm the atmosphere
for you?! -Just a sec!

Done!

What are you doing here?

Sitting.

Where are you from?

Moslavina, Grubisino Polje.
-Where's that?!

Far away.

You're not in the hospital?!

No room there. I have to
be an outpatient.

So, where are you
going to sleep?

I'll manage.

Cool. Fantastic!

None of your business, that.

Get off of me!
Mind your own business.

Get off!

OK. Bye!

Farewell.

Help! It will bite me!

Easy, Thunderbolt!

Come sleep at my place tonight.
There's room.

You crazy?! How?

With your crutch.
I've got no chopper.

You don't even know my name!

What's your name?

Bogdan.
-I'm Jelena.

Charmed! Let's go now!

What will your folks say?
-Thunderbolt?

We live by ourselves.
Move your ass, Schmuck!

Oh, let me be.

Good morning.

What's that stuff?

Bread dips. For breakfast.

Fantastic!
We've got a cook now.

I can cook anything.
Even lame as that, I can.

I can't. Nothing even healthy
as that. Nothing but coffee.

Bread dips, you say?

That's French toast.
Too greasy for me.

If you wanna take a shower,
the towels are to the left.

You could change, too.

I've got two extra T-shirts.
Take your pick.

There's a washing machine
for your laundry.

Do you want some coffee?
-Yes, please.

You're so green, we could
lose you in the woods.

Please feel like you're
at my home. Meaning:

No bimbos around here.

Lift the seat off
the toilet bowl.

Don't mess up my mess.

Hey, easy!
Easy with that!

I'm sorry.

Why?

That's my granny.

Looks like the war
hit your place too.

I was looking for something.

For what?
-None of your business!

Something from granny's diary.

Come here, beast!

Gee, you're handy with
little beasts!

Where did you find it?

In a park.
-Just like me.

I watch you as
I used to watch her.

Do you mind if I ask:

Why are you interested
in your grandma's life?

It's personal. I might
even write a book:

"The Love Life of my
Grandmother, Jelena".

The title is all you have?
-I've got a lot of stuff.

Her diary, letters, pictures.

I fill in the holes
and there you are!

And I'm supposed
to fill in the holes?

You knew her well.
Do I look a bit like her?

You're beautiful too.
-Me?! Come on!

But you lack.
How shall I put it,

that special sort of
contempt for men.

Which I first noticed
in Jelena's eyes

and later in few other women,
great beauties, all of them.

Sit down.

OK, hang around
with that crutch.

Maybe it will
earn you a chair.

The gentleman is.
-I found Schmuck on a bench.

He's from Moslavina.
-Moslavina? Where's that?

I personally believe
it doesn't even exist.

Schmuck made it up
so he could have a homeland.

Was he wounded in the war?

Yes. A regular man-eater,
but sweet as a lamb.

See? A little lamb!

Let me introduce myself:
I am Branko Kojovic.

Tell the man your name.

Bogdan Bilogorac.
-You are a student, too?

I use to be, in Osijek,
Croatia. I'm a soldier now.

Let's move to my place.

If Schmuck goes to fight for
the glory of Serbia again.

Fuck Serbian glory.
-Jela!

Fuck Tsar Lazar
and the Heavenly Nation!

How can you say that,
devil take you!

Let him die a fucking hero,
'cause he's a schmuck.

My children.

Pardon me
for calling you that.

You are so young and the
times in which you live

are so different from those
you want to write about.

I watch you and your friends,
students and revolutionaries.

You cannot even imagine
how different.

The revolutionaries from
this very same University .

Looked before the big war.
-How?

The eyes of those young
montagnars

were burning with hunger ,
envy and justice.

What about us?

You are clean and frivolous.

Just like your grandmother.

My Jelena.

In contrast to the winner ,
Major Krsman.

Do you know how
Jelena met Krsman?

But of course!
I was there, too.

Foreign News Dept.
in Tanjug Press Agency.

December 1944. Jelena and I
are alone in the office.

Colonel Morozov, from TAS,
is paying us a visit.

Excitement and fear.

Exhilaration, anxiety!

This is the Foreign News
Department, Colonel.

Comrade Kojovic,
head of the department.

Good afternoon.
Welcome, comrade Morozov!

Good afternoon, comrade.

What do we have today?
-News, as usual.

Do you translate everything?

You understand them
mumbling?

I don't speak Russian.

This is Jelena Arandjelovic,
a translator.

Good afternoon,
comrade Jelena.

Did I pronounce it right?

This girl isn't
a Communist Party member?

We're shot of
qualified personnel.

We need her. She speaks
French and English.

Like she does Serbian.
-I see.

We keep an eye on her,
comrade Morozov.

Jelena.

Nice name for a nice girl.

I'm Krsman.

Do you have a family name?

Everyone in Tanjug has heard
of Major Krsman Jaksic!

Comrade Krsman is
in charge of Tanjug.

So, it's Jaksic?
-Jaksic in person!

So, I'm off. Farewell!

Jelena.
You're out of your mind!

I really can't.

What do they do here?
-Sing to the spring.

The others fart around.
-Heart of gold, foul mouth!

The foul mouth is mine. Some
schmucks have golden hearts.

You call your mother a bitch!
-'Cause she is a bitch.

The Maori wanted the bitch,
but no luggage, please!

So she dumps me
at the airport.

Like excess baggage
and sets off for New Zealand.

So, what do you want me
to call her?

She left you the house,
sends you bucks.

She sends me fucks!
Nothing for 3 months!

He situation, you know.
-A regular bitch, man!

You're not mad at your dad?
-Not at all.

I feel sorry for him.
I buy him drinks, man!

His young bride spends all
the dough on war paint.

What's it to you?

Nothing.
I'm just sorry, I am.

You always screw up things,
Fatso!

My only love,
your photos are great!

Say, are you
working on that book?

You really want to publish
that? -It'll pay off.

People spill money for that.
The past is trendy now.

What made you dig
through the old papers?

But you never
cared for that.

I don't know.
When they started sniping.

Li'l ole Jela started typing.

Hey, I saw the man
in a photo!

Mr. Bogdan Bilogorac.

My friend and
my fucking publisher.

Djura the Fats.

Awarrior, eh? You lacked
iron, so you got some lead?

Schmuck's fighting for
the freedom of Moslavina!

I guess you're already used
to Bulika's sweet talk.

I gotta go. Give me a call.

I mean, both of you.

Buzz off! I'll call you.

You called me Schmuck
in front of him!

I called him Fatso
in front of you!

And he is not fat.

Why does he call you Bulika?
-'Cause he's a moron.

He gave me that nickname.
-it's not a Serbian name.

Like, short for bull terrier.

A fucking wisecrack, isn't it?

Fuck Fatso! Let's sunbathe.

Check out how pretty I am!

I'm bloody good for nothing,
I am.

Like I'm all done in.

I wouldn't trade you
for two healthy guys.

The catch is
that we're broke.

Otherwise, I'd send you
to the seaside.

Sea water can do wonders.

I wouldn't go.
-Why wouldn't you?

I won't go swimming while
the lads are getting killed.

You're really nuts!

You fucking gave
two liters of blood.

And a quarter of meat
for that Moslavina of yours!

I am not from Moslavina.

I can't even say
that other name.

Grubisino Polje.
Is it that hard to say?

Grubisino Polje, at the foot
of Bilogora. OK? -Yes.

Sorry, Jela.

I just need a bit of rest.
I walked a lot.

Just keep on lying there.
I'll sleep on the sofa.

Not for the life of me.
-Don't piss me off.

Say, are you really set on
going back to Bilogora,

riding a white tank?

We can't live anywhere else.

What's wrong here?

Do what you want,
study your geodesy.

I may do that.

But only after I regain
father's and mother's house

from the Croats. Both my
parents died in the Lord.

Say, Schmuck,
make a rough estimate,

how many Croats should be
whacked to let you into

your father's house
on Bilogora?

Nothing accurate.
Give or take a thousand.

We do to them
what they do to us.

I wouldn't talk about that.
Let us not fight.

I must go to the loo.

Can you tell me a secret?
-What?

How can you pee
with that crutch?

It's hard.

Shall I read granny's diary
to you? -Yes.

Where was I?
-Jelena asked Krsman.

To help their father Stavra.

My granny's stepfather.
What relation is he to me?

Great grandfather.
Definitely.

And Jovan, Stavra's own son?

Grandfather-uncle.
-You're an expert, Schmuck!

You won't fall asleep again?

I shall not. -If you get
bored, just say so.

I will not get bored.
Read it, please.

Jeja.

How could you call upon
Krsman Jaksic?

How could you talk with that
bandit in the first place?

Who will he help?

He is secret police
and a yokel.

What does he need
Stavra's biography for?

You really think those bandits
will release Stavra?

If you scribble that down?

He is an ordinary
Partisan brute.

Not quite ordinary.

A Partisan brute he is,
but not quite ordinary.

He shows certain human traits.
-Krsman?!

Yes.
-Human?

Well, humanoid Para-human.

Would you like to read it?
-No.

Jeja, it is a shame.

How easily we get
used to the worst.

I am not getting used
to Krsman. I am using him.

I only wish to help Stavra,

your father and my stepfather.

He is the only being left
to us. -He is not.

He was never with us.

Jeja, we are
the two of us.

We are all alone
in this world, aren't we?

We are alone against
the whole world.

Since we slept
in the same crib.

We are the same person, Jeja!
A single person!

I love you, Jeja.

And you love me.

You cannot deceive me.

You love me, although you are
unwilling to admit it.

Though only you know
why we are not lovers anymore.

We have never been lovers,
Jovan!

We have. -We were children,
Jovan! -It did happen!

It's sick, Jovan.
We are brother and sister!

"None of you shall approach
near of kin," says the Bible.

We don't have a single drop
of common blood in us!

We are tied as if we were
twins, but not by blood!

Stop it! Do you hear me?

Stop it!

Jelena.

Promise me something.

That you will never have
anything to do with.

With whom?

With Krsman.

Those who decide to live

will have to do that
in a world made for yokels.

The Krsmans will easily
enter that world.

But we.

You and me, Jean, may
enter it along with them.

But never without them.

I fell asleep again?
-it's OK. Keep on.

We must get up early
to see the doctor.

Good night.

Bilogorac!

Bilogorac!

Bogdan Bilogorac!

What's the matter, hon?

Bogdan, you're not a resident.

So? -You need paper from
the Immigration Office.

For a bandage change?
-For any medical service.

You never asked for it before!

'Cause I'm a nice person!

Nice as fucking lice!

Fatso knows all the doctors.
He'll help you for sure.

Let's ring Fatso.
He's been selling them drugs.

He'll push you in
with no fucking papers.

Get it?
-I don't want his help.

Why not?

Because I think he is not
just a friend of yours.

What do you think he is?
Uncle or cousin of mine?

I do not want his help.

You recovered?

Don't fuck with me.

Be on the bus on Friday!
Understood?

Bogdan Bilogorac.

OK! You see?

It's all right now.
All by the book.

Have you brought bandages?

No. -What are we supposed
to change then?

Why didn't you tell us
this morning?

We had them then.
We've run out now.

Let's go, soldier boy.

Next time I wanna
see you clean-shaven!

Tea or coffee?
Some magazines to read?

You've got bandages?

But of course!
Everything will be all right.

Don't worry. Just a tiny
malignant growth.

I'll be seeing you. Perhaps.

I am Dr. Cvetkovic.
What can I do for you?

They've got no bandages
in the hospital.

No bandages?!

What times do we live in,
good Lord!

We'll do it in a minute.

If they can't help
our wounded soldiers.

Whom can they help?!
What times, good Lord!

Your relation
to the gentleman, miss?

I'm his uncle.
-I see.

How witty!

In these hard timesf)

a good joke is
the best remedy!

Is it done, nurse? Thank you.

Pleased to have met you.

See you in a week. Perhaps.

How much do we owe you?

The doc is such a nice guy .
-He's probably gay.

4,500

Which thousands?!

The latest denomination.
-You cute, young woman,

this patriot here gets 6,000
a month for all his needs.

The material alone
costs us 3,000.

Empty your pockets.

We're 200 short.

Never mind.
You'll pay the next time.

You won't see us next time.
Am I right, Schmuck?

Yes.

Cool! They took all our
money away!

I'll start working on the
docks as soon as I recover.

When you recover,
we'll play badminton.

You know what badminton is?
-Of course I do!

Sorry. I forgot it's
the national sport

in your Grdjajevica!

You're kidding me, you are!

Check out your folks!

Not mine. They are ours.
They are Serbs.

Why do they all wear blue
jackets and brown trousers?

Each time I see
two of them together.

I wonder why
don't they swap jackets.

These lads are
of the same colour!

This one? -No, they've got
better chow in Philology.

No patriotic speeches!
-I know.

Tell them you injured your leg
playing polo.

With the Duke of Kent.

You are kidding me, you are!
-I'm not.

What's he talking about?
-Milosevic.

Bolshevism. The past and
the present. But, he's cool.

A structuralist?
-No, a post-modernist.

Maybef) No idea.

You look like
you're eating shit!

I am ashamed.
We are not on the strike.

You don't say!
They are and we are not!

Fucking idlers, man!

Say, what do you think,
did Krsman screw granny?

What's up?

I ain't talking fancy like you
'cause I don't know how,

but because I reckon
our ways is better.

I feel stupid when I start
howling like you.

Maybe I'll start mumbling
your way.

Hey, what's up?!

When I move to Senjak.

You ain't telling me.

Shall I take your old house
at Senjak?

They say I can choose.

We must talk to Jovan
about that.

I ain't caring about Jovan.

I'm caring about you.

I'm caring what you think.

If you want me take another
house, I ain't saying no.

You say Stavra is all right?

A living soul needs a lot.
But he's all right.

You passed the parcel to him?

Did he have a message for me?

He ain't saying a lot.
-Did he ask for something?

He did?

What did he ask for, Krsman?

A rope.

A spoonful or two,
we stuff zucchini, we do.

Atomato we add,
never a better dish we had.

Where's the lady boss,
Thunderbolt?

Hi, you guys!

We're jam-packed!

Anything left in that shop?

You only live once, Schmuck!

Is that clever?

When we chew all that,
we'll be on strike again.

You get along
with the beast now?

We found a sort of
common language.

A real bitch your mother is.
Sends you dollars.

Money spoils children.

Take this and shut up.

Blow me down!

You shouldn't have. Thanks.

Cut the crap.
Do you like pancakes?

Get out of the kitchen, then.
-Aye, aye, sir!

What are you doing?

This bag is a mess, it is.

I shall sort it. I shall make
the "lnventarium Helenae".

I shall type
your granny's scribbling.

Shall I play the Fifth?
-Please do.

Who can guarantee
it ain't the Fourth?

What will happen to
Stavra Arandjelovic, Major?

I'm doing my best.

They don't beat him anymore?

Nope.

So they had,
before you stepped in?

Depends.

They ain't beating anybody
in our jails.

What do they do? -Separate
black sheep from the flock.

And we unequivocally hope
that Stavra is a white one?

Unequivocally.

That's a good one!
Unequivocally, Jovan!

Krsman wanted to
ask you something.

Didn't you, Krsman?

Well, yes, but.

I reckoned you already
telled him.

Imagine, she telled me not!

Not a lot of telling there,
anyway.

So, if I want,
I can use your house.

The one at Serf yak.

Use?
-Yes.

From whom will you get it?

From Grga Jankez,
or precisely.

Committee of the Temporary
Government of DFY.

DFY? What does it mean?

Democratic Federal Yugoslavia.

Why would you ask me?

Jelena wants me to take it.
-She does?

Ain't that so, Jelena?

So, I thought we ask you?

Don't ask me.

"I hate the people!"

Shall I describe your last
encounter with the people?

Past tense, Jean! -When
they came to arrest Stavra:

"Get back to your pigsty,
filthy swine!"

Against the rules, Jean!
- You speak of the rules!

Presently, there are no rules.
You revoked them!

No, there are no rules!

The Earth is turning
in various directions.

We had our tea.

We did, unequivocally!

Think it over, Jovan.

We're human.

Farewell now.

What do you need
the house for, Jelena?

Every house they step into
becomes a stable.

This Communist rubble stinks.

They kill their own parents
when they get too old.

And you ask him
to save Stavra!

They wipe their asses
with their fingers!

They sing like howling wolves!

They are full of lice,
infected with mange!

They would kill
for a single plum!

They will plough
the streets of Belgrade!

To make it look
like their villages.

They fart in churches,
belch at the table!

They fuck sheep!
Brutes! Bandits!

Stop it, Jovan!

Don't cry!

Don't cry, Jeja,
for goodness sake!

Don't cry,
for goodness sake!

Don't make a fool
of yourself!

Did you sleep with him?

Of course.

I cannot think about us.

Without thinking of death.

Death is not the worst
thing on Earth.

What is worse?

Poverty.

I didn't get the dough
from the bitch.

So?

Fatso gave it to me.
For the photos.

Why didn't you say so?

You wouldn't take the
sneakers or eat pancakes.

Not with his money,
I wouldn't.

'Cause he was my boyfriend?
-Was he?

He wasn't my boyfriend.

Actually, we made it once.
Like friends.

No reason to hate him.

It was nothing personal.

This is the fucking 20th
century! Not your Moslavina.

You don't need a betrothal
to touch a girl's tit.

Fuck the 20th century!

Bogdan.

Listen to me!

What I did with you.
That was personal.

Very personal, get it?

How could you, with someone
who called you a bull terrier?

All you do here is kid around!

But life is not like that!

It's easy for you.

It's easy for you!

If you get fed-up, you get a
gun and shoot at the Croats!

You think I should've waited
for a wounded schmuck.

To run into me, and live in
a convent in the meantime.

Dumb motherfucker!

Don't go swearing like that!

You swear too.

That's different.

I swear just like that.

But with you, it's like
you really mean it.

I'll cut the swearing and
you cut the crap. OK?

OK, Jela.

Hey, man! I say, man!

Hello. I'm Ljubisa Didic.
-I am Bogdan.

Are you from our school?
-And hello to me, man?

Philology, I mean?

I studied in Osijek.
-In Osijek?

You were wounded?
-Yes.

A real war casualty! Milena!
-Yes?

We've got a wounded man
for the demonstrations!

I'm Milena. -Bogdan, from
Osijek University.

Where were you wounded?
-In the leg. Oh, you mean.

At Bear's Head.
-Where's that?

On Tuckan's Hill
-Where's that?

Right off Teocak.
-Will you go marching with us?

Your leg hurts.
-My leg hurts.

When you get tired,
just leave the column.

PEACE, BROTHER, PEACE

PEACE, BROTHER, PEACE,
I DON'T WANNA CRAWL,

'CAUSE IF I CRAWL,
I CAN'T HAVE A BALL.

PEACE, BROTHER, PEACE!

Please come in.

Sorry we're late.
-Never mind.

It's revolution, you see.

Let me strain spaghetti.
This is my world.

When the Communists came
to Belgrade in 1945.

They confiscated my house.

They left me this attic,
"temporarily".

I've been "temporarily" here
for half a century.

Miss Jelena.

Can you help me
with the strainer?

I'll do it.
-Schmuck has hands of gold.

And yours are like crippled.

Jela cannot.

Do a thing. -Who made
you so big, Schmuck?!

Why do you call him Schmuck,
for God's sake?

Because he is a schmuck.

He's wounded, but can't wait
to be hit by a bullet again.

He put up with me and thinks
that all humans are good.

Croats excepted, of course.

Do you need more evidence?
-Don't listen to her.

I know,
this is her sweet talk, but.

But we are here to talk
about my grandmother.

Do you think the brute
balled Jelena?

You're asking me if Jelena
had an intimate relationship

with Major Krsman?

Or, if my granny, your
Helen of Troy from Belgrade.

Fell for the baker?
I bet she did!

No! That is impossible!

The naked intimacy of Jelena,
who was all foam,

white skin and golden hair .

Jelena clad in virginally
starched blouses,

forbidden bourgeois lace.

The blond beauty in the arms
of Krsman, the baker,

rumoured to have killed
a thousand men.

And slept
with a thousand women,

I just cannot imagine!

Which means
I cannot believe it!

If anything happened
between them.

It was only because she
wanted to save Stavra.

Was Stavra really guilty?

He must have had a deal
with the Krauts.

Guilty for the Partisans.
Not for the patriots.

He supported Chetniks.
He was an anti-fascist.

Jovan and Jelena?
-They were both snobs.

The Chetniks smelled
of common people to them.

I remember her wrinkling
her nose and saying:

"Politics is for vulgarians."

And now you say..

That she fell in love with
Krsman, the arch-vulgarian!

I cannot imagine that!

Leave me alone!

I can imagine.

Me too.

Say Schmuck, it looks like
you root for Krsman?!

A little bit.

A Partisan big shot,
yet I feel sorry for him.

Do you love me a bit?

Would you marry me?
-Why do you love me?

You're pretty and honest.
-Pretty? Me?! Come on!

It is easy loving you.

I never loved anyone like you.

Not even my mother and father.
None of the lasses.

I love you because
you are off the wall.

I could not live without you.

What about the front?

You say you love me and
you're about to leave me!

I'll never leave you.
-You will, when you get killed!

I won't get killed.
-You will. Thousands die.

As soon as a man is born,
a grave opens for him.

Fucking necrophiliac!

Jela, listen.

With us, on Bilogora,
when you run into a friar ,

of you want to protect
yourself, you must grab.

What do you have to grab?

Your privates?
-Your cock's head?

Don't swear! Lasses shouldn't
say that sort of thing!

You won't swear again?
-You won't go to the front?

He runs after her, she
throws a bucket at him.

She runs away and climbs
ladder to the hayloft.

He catches her
and throw her down.

She was dying a whole
moon of time, me lad!

My God, she was some lass!
Did they catch the beast?

They catch him 3 times a week
and each time he's off.

Can you marry Milica now.

Since your own uncle killed
her mother? -Chickenshit!

You got a bullet in the leg
and shit in your pants!

The best times have come now!

Listen to what Joko says!
Everything's allowed now!

It never was like that!

My own father is scared of me!

You killed all those people!

None of your folks, I swear.

They call us wild beasts
because of the likes of you.

He who isn't of eastern faith
is no bloody good.

I'd rather shoot a Croat.

Then own half the world.

There are some good Croats.
-The hell there are!

Belgrade buggers
washed your brains!

Blood has blinded your eyes!

You want them to bloody
thrash us, don't you?!

Jela!

Joko Muzdeka, from my village.

This is Jela.

So, the old Mr. Muzdeka
is scared of you?

Does he speak any Serbian,
or is more fluent in barking?

Jela, don't!

Sometimes you must go out and
piss even if you feel no urge.

I'll see you, Bogdan.

Listen to me!
Don't look away!

He came to lure you
to the front. -No.

You're lying!
-I'm lying!

"Inventarium Helenae".
-You know what.

Everything is sorted here.

I have typed everything
that was hand-written.

You can compose your book
now.

Still, there are holes.
Major ones.

We don't know if the baker
laid granny.

Nor how Stavra killed himself.
-We know that.

We have a report here.

It's all on paper.
He hanged himself.

But we don't know how.

Well, we don't know that.

But, remember what Krsman
told Jelena in the car?

You must do your bit of
musing. No book without that.

Comrade Major!
-Where's Stavra Arandjelovic?

On duty today.
Scrubbing floors.

Anything to tell Jelena?

Major!

Thank you!

What the fuck am I doing
this for, Schmuck?

What's the matter with you?!

You must complete your book.

Find out who really was your
grandpa: Krsman or Jovan.

Who gives a fuck about them?
The dead shitheads!

What do you mean?
-I don't care who he was.

You don't care whose blood
is in your veins?

I don't give a shit
about blood!

Whose line would you prefer?

Krsman's or Jovan's?

Jovan's of course.

I'd like it better
if you were of Krsman's.

You're on the brute's side?

Don't talk like that.
Krsman was no brute.

What was he then?
A Renaissance humanist?

Jovan, Jelena, Stavra, Krsman,
all of them.

They were poor unfortunates
in the sad times.

Check out what happens when
a schmuck starts thinking!

My sweet smart ass!

Why do you love me, Jela?

'Cause youre
pretty and honest.

Motherfucker!

REGISTRATION OF
VOLUNTEERS

Jela, I had to.

What time does the contingent
of fresh Serbian veal leave?

At 16.00.

By refrigerator trucks?
-By buses.

Where to?

I don't really know.

The new ones will go
through some drill first.

But I'm a trained
artillery man.

I'll burn myself up like
a regular Indian widow!

Don't yell here.
There's people.

I don't give a fuck for them,
you or your shitty war!

It's full of shit, Schmuck!
Can't you see that?!

I know it!

I do, Jela!

I know it's shit!

I know that better
than you do!

Too small for me.

They'll come in handy.
-A girls' color.

Like some bread dips?

Will you complete the book
by my return?

Fuck the book.

I'd like you to complete it.

I'll wash the dishes.

A quarter past three!

Will you see me off?

No.

Will you give me a kiss?

No.

Men go to wars but they
also come back.

Uncle Brano, please!

As you wish.

He asked me to complete
the book before he returns.

I lack the last chapter:
the murder.

How did it happen?

A lot of blood was spilled.

A lot of blood was spilled.

Brano.

Jovan killed himself
with Krsman's gun.

Please come over.

You won't find him.
-I must find him.

It will be hard.
There are so many of them.

I let him go like a dog.
I didn't even kiss him.

I must find him.

I must kiss him goodbye.

Take it.

Who's driving the dead
to Belgrade?

The fare went up to 500 DM.
-Never mind. Who?

I'd rather carry him myself
then let you drive him!

Wait a minute!

I'll help you.

I know each burial place.

I found many dead boys.
But not my own son.

Your only son?
-Yes.

My sons, don't frown upon us
who disturb your repose,

this Jelena from Belgrade

and me, Vidosav,
a peasant from Serbia.

We are here to take your
fellow, Bogdan, back home.

After this bloody war ends,
you will be found too.

And laid down
into the dark soil.

Hold on!

Let's go.

How are you?
-Sensational.

Can I do anything for you?

It's finished.
I promised it to Bogdan.

Your novel! You found the end
to the diary? -There's no end.

She died in the Psychiatric
Ward of an overdose.

Of drugs against tuberculosis.

I sold the flat.
-Where are you going to live?!

With the bitch. Fuck Europe!
I'm off to New Zealand.

For how long?
-Forever.

Bye, Fatso!