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Have you ever thought about...

Is this world just a series of coincidences,

or is everything, somehow predestined?

And, if it is, can it be influenced in any way... Can it be changed?

Well... no.

It hasn't occurred to me, but, interesting question.

Well... Then you are in the right place.

Patience, please, we have a lot of time.

To be honest, we are waiting for another person,

a third person, so we can start.

Well, then... - When will that person be arriving?

Soon. Until then, so you don't get bored, I'll answer the most

interesting question. I will tell you his story.

I really love stories. - Everyone loves stories.

Alright, you see, this, our story, is somehow filled with coincidences,

but also with fate. How is this possible you ask yourselves.

Well, judge for yourselves. Some seemingly unimportant things,

sometimes completely change one's destiny.

For example, if on that day you had taken your friend's candy,

who knows what would've happened to you.

Or, if only you had judged that boy better...

But let's get back to our story.

If that day his heel had not broken...

and if he had turned right, instead of left...

Did I say him? I apologize, that slipped out.

I always confuse genders.

He, she, it, him, her is that correct? Her heel broke.

Her heel broke.

I'm Alexander. - Lela, nice to meet you.

Fantastic.

Gandhi?!

An interesting nickname for such a man!

What an ironic joke! Since we are talking about fate,

from early childhood Gandhi was destined to be bad.

Confess! Confess!

He's just like his father! - Where could he have seen this, damn it!

Don't know. - You know that I would never...

Confess! Confess!

What did you say? - I didn't say anything!

What are you saying? He's just like his father?

I didn't say anything!

Wait, wait!

Stand over there! - OK, I'm here!

What are you saying? Who's like me?

Who's like me?

Put your hands down!

TV's to blame for everything!

And the father, of course worked for the state

as many others did at that time.

You're embroidering?! You don't give a damn!

Get away from me, it's not my blood!

It's not my blood! Get away from me!

Criminals! If we didn't kill them, they would kill us!

Didn't I tell you to get away?! - Yes you did!

Don't yell! Your son is sleeping. - Father's pet!

You retard! Who gave you a license! What are you looking at?!

Milutin, please, Milutin! Please don't!

Son, its not like I enjoy these situations, but unfortunately

people need to be disciplined sometimes.

They don't understand anything except a stick. What can you do?

That's how it is.

And when the little boy grew up... Well, it's time to meet the other

important character in this story.

Don't Gandhi, please! I can't stand it anymore!

Borko, you are a faggot! You like to be kicked in the ass!

See, we're doing you a favor. Come on, kick him hard!

You want me to tie you up like this?

Am I right, Borko?

Do you love me?

See, the reason this child has turned out like this - excuse me, Gandhi -

is not a coincidence at all. How would you have turned out if...

You imbecile! What are you looking at?! Put your hands down!

Stand up straight! You, sit the fuck down!

You turned him into a sissy! Come on, pushups, you sissy!

Now repeat after me: "Daddy, now I understand!"

Daddy, now I understand! - That's good, man.

Come here so I can kiss you! And you sit down!

Let's go take care of it!

Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Are you a teacher? - Yes.

Do you teach math, Mr. Katanic? - Yes.

They told me to give you something... just let me..

Listen, you dumb ass! You better not give my son Alexandar Radosevic

an "F" in math! Do you understand?

Do you understand? And you better not tell anyone about this!

Now, off you go. Stupid asshole!

Let's go, son.

What is it?

Nothing, I was just daydreaming.

Well, thank you, don't know what I would've done

...if you hadn't come along. - Give me your number

so I can give you a lift next time you go walking barefoot in the rain.

Well, why not.

And if she hadn't given him the number...

What if... what if...

That's it Kizo! Show him! Awesome, Kile!

Uki, I told you to stand guard! - Gandhi, can I?

Sure, sure, no way! That's it, Mileta! Fantastic!

Actually, it all started with the obituary for Escobar.

The drug kingpin, the one they killed.

Who would place an obituary for him today, you'd ask,

and you're not the only one. If Deki had not been so afraid

of his wife Bojana... and if Baki hadn't come across an old issue

of that particular newspaper who knows what would've been...

So many coincidences... if they really were coincidences at all.

Children, war has started! - Which war, uncle Stevo?

"The Yugoslav Army is advancing towards Vukovar. "

Uncle Stevo... I mean, my dear father-in-law, that war ended

...before you retired! - Really? Who won?

We did. We beat Argentina 0:6.

Oh, good then. - "We did?"

It doesn't matter. Just tell him that our guys won

...and he'll sleep fine. - Dejan, my son,

Bojana is about to come home. You know what will happen

if she catches you with that fat cigarette.

The man is right. Let's get the hell out of here. - Wussy!

Take this! - You pansy!

Hurry up! OK, I'm a wus, so what?

Look at this. This one's from '62.

There are issues here from 70 years ago.

What does he need them for? - My father-in-law is a legend.

He never throws away anything. - Well, you shouldn't.

Don't mess with me!

Deki! Dejan, you pothead!

Where have you been, man?

Look! Pablo Escobar has been killed. - Sorry to inform you

that happened in the last century. - Hey, dude.

Let's write an obituary for him. - Why?

Why not?

How exactly do you plan to pull it off?

Don't know. We have the info. We get his ID card...

How the hell should I know?! - OK.

Dad, where is Dejan? - I don't know. He left...

Don't protect him! He's getting high with that... Baki!

I work my ass off all day and he lays around and gets wasted.

When he finds a job, they kick him out in a week.

Honey, you chose him. Deal with it.

You know a war began and ended. We won by six points!

Hello?

Borko! I haven't seen you since high school!

Where have you been?

Sure, where? Great, at 6:00pm!

Can't wait to see you.

What's wrong with your voice? Why are you whispering?

Ok, I'll see you later.

Borko, imagine! I haven't seen him in ten years!

Do you know who is Borko?

You remember my friend from kindergarten?

I know, the sensitive one.

Yes? - Hi, it's me.

Alexander, the one who rescued you from the rain the other night.

I remember. - You do remember?

I want to see you. - When?

Don't know. Yesterday... now... tonight?

Can't now, I'm meeting a friend I haven't seen in a while.

Well, actually, I can't either. Tonight around 10:00? -OK, bye.

Closed. - We want to place a death notice.

An obituary. - Can't. We're closing.

An obituary? - Can't..

Come on, please? - No.

Is it for the Belgrade issue or the regional one? -Whatever.

Bojana? - Yes?

You don't remember me? - No.

We went to school together. - Grade school or high school?

Both, and also kindergarten. You're waiting for me. I called you.

Borko?!

Now it's Lela.

I haven't seen you for a while. A lot has happened.

Yeah, I can see that!

She is a man? - She was.

From early childhood she was a woman trapped in a man's body.

How? - A mistake. What can you do? It happens.

But, as you can see, things change. Cheers!

Good afternoon. - Hello, Bojana.

My grandmother was the only one who helped me.

Remember her? Only God knows how, but she understood me.

And your parents? - Horrible.

So, I went to Amsterdam,

but the operation was expensive.

I don't mind! I'll take care of him!

He better not come back! Not ever!

And guess what else that asshole did?!

What are you staring at? I want to renounce my son!

Why is this so strange?

Now, no one recognizes me. Not even you.

Hormones, therapy, it's amazing what modern medicine can do!

Why didn't you get bigger boobs? - I became a woman not an idiot.

Have you called your parents? - My grandmother passed away.

Left me her apartment. I didn't even make it to her funeral.

I haven't seen my folks since then. Well, actually...

But, that's not all.

There's something else. You won't believe this.

Now, you will think that I am lying. But don't worry, I don't know how to.

Put that down, so you don't choke.

With Gandhi? You're flirting with Aca Gandhi?!

Come on, Borko! Come on!

One day I'll fuck him! He's so good! Fantastic!

Why him? He used to humiliate and torture you

all through school.

That's exactly why I want to seduce him and make fall in love with me.

Then I'll get my revenge for everything.

You crazy bitch, this isn't normal!

You don't know what he's become. - I do. A criminal. It's obvious.

But not just any criminal! Don't mess around with him.

If he finds out, he'll kill you. - Yeah...

Who knows how many he's already murdered. It's nothing to him.

He won't. Anyway, nothing has happened yet. -Be careful.

When are you meeting him? - Today.

Sit down! Not now! Later!

And where is he now? - He said he had to do something.

I can just imagine! I'm sure he's at the library.

Don't Gandhi! I have a wife and kids!

And you are the "Serbian Escobar?" You, pussy ass coward!

Go on, Lazo. Go on.

Dejan! Pumpkin! You won't believe who I saw today!

Remember back in grade school?

If someone asked you, Kile, what love is, what would you say?

Love? I guess it's when you love someone.

Who do you love, Kile? - My mother, sister...

I'd love my dad... if I knew him!

Anyone else? - I love you.

I love the guys. I love "snow".

Fuck it, Kile. You love your mother, you love coke...

It's not the same. - Yeah, I guess.

And some chick? Falling in love and all that?

I'm bullshitting, huh?

They're all sluts, man. How can you fall for them?

If they were nice girls, they wouldn't be with us.

They're all money-loving cunts. - They're not all sluts.

Yeah, they are, man... Come on. A quick one.

No, I'm in a hurry. - Just a quickie.

No, I'm in a hurry. OK, a quick one.

Hey, pretty lady, do we know each other?

- Don't think so. I've never been to the zoo.

- I beg your pardon?

You should have begged your mother to abort you jerk!

What did you say?!

Listen, I can't help it if you're deaf.

Watch-out little girl. Don't make me how should I say spank your cunt!

I was just about to leave. - Sorry I'm late, business.

Sreten Perisic, alias the "Serbian Escobar",

biggest drug dealer in the Balkans. - I know, you imbecile.

I've been working this case for 10 years. Never any evidence.

Good connections whatever. But see how things work out?

They tortured him. -I see. But if they keep on killing each other,

we won't need any evidence - just patience.

Obviously a turf war. Or maybe they heard he was working for us?

Maybe? But, there are a lot of thugs that want to be

the next Serbian Escobar.

There's something else. They also killed a girl.

No witnesses?

A different caliber so there was more than one shooter.

Wait! Remove her body separately, so it looks like she wasn't found here.

Is that clear?

Why, boss? She's just a common whore. -You idiot!

She's the daughter of our dead colleague Nestorovic!

Sorry, I didn't know. - That's ok.

Take everything we need you know the rest.

Yeah, what do we care? As long as they keep killing each other,

life's easier for us. - Yeah, but say that in a nicer way.

How? - For example: "In the interest of the investigation,

we cannot comment at the moment" Blah, blah... and take off that earring!

Blah, blah... Suck my dick!

Good afternoon. Inspector Savic?

Yes, how can I help you? - My name is Ivancevic,

Public Relations Department. - Nice to meet you. What do you want?

You are working on the Perisic case?

The one they called the Serbian Escobar.

Yes? He was killed last night. - I know. We have a little problem.

You see, his obituary appeared in this morning's newspaper.

How? God damn it! - We've already questioned the clerk.

The obituary was placed yesterday around 5pm.

It was two guys with false ID's.

And the clerk? -She doesn't know anything. You can trust me on that!

Someone paid those guys to do this. -Yes.

The Serbian Escobar was killed around 9pm.

The guys came in around 5pm. - That means they've become

so brazen, they are now announcing murders in the newspapers!

I won't stand for this! I'll God damn make them pay for this!

Where the hell do they think they are? Columbia?! -I guess, but sir...

Yes?! - Do we know who did it?

Who ever it was, they did us a favor. But, they are going to pay for this!

Fuck 'em! We are the God damn police and they're just fucking scum!

Thank you! - No problem, sir. Good-bye.

Mileta! Mileta!

Look at this! Huh? - Unbelievable, sir!

I want you and your gorillas to turn this whole city upside down!

Bring in anyone who had anything to do with that asshole!

Shake 'em down!

They'll regret the day they decided to fuck with me! Is that clear?

Yes, sir! With pleasure, sir. We'll make them pay.

That's what I like to hear. - Me too, sir!

Isn't it nice when a man enjoys his work? -Yes, sir.

Stop! Take that fucking thing off your ear!

What is it? - Nothing, just work.

Someone knew, man, or someone is snitching to the cops!

I want to see you all here! When? Yesterday!

It doesn't look like him. - What do you mean? It does!

It doesn't look like him.

Does it look like me?

It doesn't look like me.

We dug this up for nothing. His ears are flopping.

But you should know - you cleaned his ears.

- What the hell are you two talking about?

Look at you guys! Get rid of those shovels and get lost!

Wait me right there.

Lazo, buy all the papers that publish obituaries.

And no one knows who placed the obituary?

Do I trust you? Should I trust you?

I have to fucking trust you, don't I?

Find me that asshole.. yesterday! - Don't worry, man.

Who's that? - Everyone look at the window.

That's my love. Wave.

You, too, Kile. Wave, my love!

Wave, Kile! - I'm waving, man, don't worry.

Hey, man, let me ask you something.

Do you still have that office space downstairs?

Yeah, I do. -Can I organize a little presentation tomorrow?

I can't do it at home. My old lady would kill me.

Presentation? -Marketing. Really cool, man, you'll see.

You know what's really cool, Kile?

Wave again, Kile. Do it for me, please. - For you, anything.

Look, someone placed an obituary for Escobar.

Really? There are all kinds of pricks in this world.

Yeah, look at this... - Nothing better to do, I guess.

No, they didn't.

Where's dad? - Probably in his room.

Where would he be?

You stoned idiot! Where is my father?!

Don't know. Maybe went for a walk?

A senile, old man going for a walk? I can't even trust you with my father!

And turn that book right side up, you wasted dickhead!

Daddy!

Why is she yelling? -No idea, dad. Must be some female thing.

Alexander Radosevic, "Gandhi",

the most likely candidate to be the new drug lord.

His case file is as thick as a Russian novel

but lately he's been seen with... aha, this is more or less clear.

What I really want to know..

Who is this girl?

Who are you? - Me? No one.

Where have you been, all my life? -Near-by.

Taking into consideration the brief we received from you,

we established target groups. The primary target group is women,

age 25-35, middle/upper class. The secondary target group

is women age 35-45, also middle/ upper class. Keeping this in mind,

we prepared a little "media mix," which should respond to your needs

and address the target groups. - OK, fine, now take your clothes off.

Excuse me? - Yeah, take your clothes off!

What is it, four-eyes? Get lost!

And put some music on! Something romantic!

Hey, DJ four-eyes!

Come on, honey.

Sir, we are not those kind of girls. - I'm not that kind of girl.

Take your clothes off!

You, go help her. - OK, then, if it's part of the project.

Yeah, yeah it is.

Marketing!

I'm out of here, man. - Where to?

I'm bored. Gonna catch some rays.

You, kid, come over here.

Marketing, huh?

It's all a little sad, don't you think? - What happened to him?

Well, I guess he's fallen in love.

Kids today would say he's hooked. But, put that aside for now.

We'll skip over a few days because nothing really important happened.

Well, actually, there are two or three things that might be important.

Have you been with a lot of... you know? -What kind of question is that?

I wanna know how many there were!

If someone asks me how many, I wanna know.

I don't wanna be talked about around town. -Don't worry.

How could I not? How could I fuckin not?

It happened to Lump and Zika. It happened to fuckin everyone.

Some asshole says to me: "Did you kiss her on the mouth, man?"

I did and the asshole says: "Did you taste it?"

I say: "Taste what?"

"What do you mean, taste what? My dick, of course!"

"What do you mean? My dick, of course!"

"What do you mean?" - "My dick, of course!"

"What do you mean? My dick, of course!"

"What do you mean? My dick, of course!"

"What do you mean? My dick, of course!"

"What do you mean? My dick, of course!"

I told you not to worry. I lived my whole life abroad.

I don't know anyone here. - Yeah... come on, man!

I'm not your man. Your men are those scumbags you hang with.

I'm your girlfriend.

Of course you're my girlfriend. What else could you be?

You're not one of my pals.

Yeah in a way, you are.

Ahh, would a pal do this? - God forbid!

Don't! Don't! I see one of the guys. Stop!

Ok, now we can continue.

Now, we can also continue. - Yes, we can! -We can!

You're insane. -Don't worry. I know exactly what I'm doing.

So, what's he like? - Amazing.

Him? - Well, you know...

And you? - Well, how can I put it?

I know exactly what a man craves.

He still hasn't noticed anything? - Are you crazy? How could he?

You must've been a virgin? I mean, in the operation

they gave you a "cherry"?

Of course I'm not a virgin now. I've been a woman for almost 7 years.

And, he's a little strange.

- Of course he's strange. He's a psychopathic killer.

That's not what I meant.

The bitch killed me! She killed me!

Good evening. I've just killed my husband.

93a Gandhi Street, apartment 62.

Son, this is all for your sake.

Your mother loves you, it's all for your sake.

What's wrong? - I'm sleeping. Sleep...

I really think you should leave him as soon as possible!

Before it's too late. - I'll know when the time is right.

The truth always comes out. I mean, sooner or later.

That girl doesn't exist. - What do you mean?

Take off that earring! - I swear, boss.

She entered the country two months ago.

She has a Dutch passport. We have nothing else.

Dig deeper! Call the embassy! See who we know there!

She must've been born somewhere, damn it! -Yes, sir.

And something else. I want you to make life miserable for anyone

connected with that Gandhi. Don't touch him! Fuck everyone else!

Arrest them, beat them, question them.. -Yes, sir!

What do we charge them with? - For parking illegally!

For spitting on the sidewalk! For being ugly and disgusting!

For looking at you the wrong way! - Yes, sir!

So it was ordered, so it was done.

Please, don't. - Why not? Up against the tree...

Please, don't. - Good afternoon.

Good afternoon!

Hi, son. - License and registration, please.

Why? - Step out of the vehicle.

Why don't you step inside? - Oh yeah?

Get in. The door's unlocked. Take a peek.

Hey guys, where've ya been?!

Oh, it's you!

You looked at the guard. You like him?

How did I look at him? - Like a cheap slut would.

Don't you dare call me a slut. - Then don't flirt!

Come on, you're acting crazy? - Fine, I'm crazy. You're flirting.

Fine. - Sit down.

- Sit down.

Where do you think you're going? - Home.

You're not going anywhere until I say so! Is that clear?

And I'll call you a slut if you act like one!

Is that clear? Anyway, it's true and I'll call you anything I want!

You can talk to your losers like that, not to me!

What are you doing? Fuck-off!

I'm sorry! - That's better.

Have I become a pussy? - Son, it's time you get married.

Yeah, I know!

"The witch became so envious that she exploded...

into thousands of pieces?"

Just a few more sentences, let's see how it ends.

You don't want to know how the witch exploded?

I'd be a happy woman if someone brought me breakfast in bed.

A real Gandhi. That's what you are.

What did you say?

What did you just call me?

Gandhi. Well, isn't that what they call you?

Maybe I heard wrong.

Be careful, babe.

Uncle Stevo, has that war ended yet? -Forget the war, son.

Look after yourself. I saw my daughter coming home.

Dejan! Look who's come to visit! -He's not here.

He left. Borko, my son. Haven't seen you in a long time!

You haven't changed at all!

You've got to leave him and go back to Amsterdam immediately

until he forgets you or until someone kills him.

- Well, things have changed a bit.

Woman, he will kill you! - There's a problem.

Yeah, there's more than one.

I think I have fallen in love with him. - Oh, my God!

And how do you know?

Milovan!

I almost shit in my pants! - Nervous?

No, just don't want to be kissed by a man! I'm not a fuckin faggot.

The nickname Gandhi really suits you.

No violence, no guns... Why do they call you Gandhi anyway?

Because I grew up on Gandhi Street. - You don't know who Gandhi was?

An Indian guy. A non-aligned Indian.

What's so funny? - That they call you Gandhi

and the real Gandhi fought against violence his whole life.

Did he fight or didn't he? If he fought, that's violence.

You can fight peacefully. Don't know.

Maybe he was laying down like you are now.

Laying down?

Don't! You see, I'm fighting!

Wait. Did he win, this Gandhi guy?

They killed him. -Of course they did, he just laid there. What a fool!

That's when I knew I loved him. - You are truly mad!

Love... It's a strange thing. - But he tortured him-her-whatever!

And humiliated her in front of others.

That is why love is strange. By the way, have you ever heard

of the Stockholm syndrome? - The what?

Enjoy that, faggot?

See how things change in life? One minute you're up,

the next you're down. - This is sick!

That woman was right. This Lela is crazy.

That's putting it mildly. -If I were you, I wouldn't judge.

It isn't sick, it's love. But anyway... Earlier that morning...

The cops fucked with me all night! Someone's talking, get it?!

Then she shows up, like accidentally! Too many coincidences, get it?

My Lela doesn't work for the cops! Is that clear? -Wait a minute, man.

I'm not saying she is, but lets check her out.

For our own sake.

Please, brother.

Find out who placed that obituary.

That's what you should check-out.

I want you to find out who are her aunts, uncles,

grandmothers, relatives... Is that clear?

You! Why are you just sitting there?!

Forget it, I'll find out myself. - And how do you plan to do that?

Exactly how you haven't.

And now, things are beginning to move faster,

as they do in any good story, towards the end.

I am pleased to inform you that you won't be waiting much longer.

He will be joining us soon. - Who?

Him or her? -Him or her? A very complicated question.

Be patient a little longer and you will see.

SORRY, M AYBE I'M A FOOL, BUT, I JUST C AN'T ENOUGH.

DON'T TRY TO FIND ME. IT WAS TOO GOOD TO LAST.

FORGIVE ME AND KNOW TH AT I WI LL LO VE YOU TILL THE D AY I DIE

Pussy!

Hello! Who accepted that obituary for Escobar? -Wait in line.

What's your name? - Goran.

Goran what? - Goran Tica.

Write this! "Today, at 10 past 4, we lost our dear Goran Tica,

who was a motherfucking pussy. " Fuck youself!

You're lucky, sir. I know where they live.

I love coincidences.

Hey, you idiot! Are you crazy?!

- Son...

Gandi, wait!

Avala, Avala! He's heading towards New Belgrade!

What are you looking at, you prick? Something's not clear to you?

Did you find out? - I did.

So? - It's really fucked up.

Who placed the obituary? - That, I don't know.

Are you fucking with me? - Wait, don't get upset!

I found something else. - What? Who is this?

Borko Perovic, Gandhi's friend from school.

Borko Perovic? He looks so nice in this picture.

You know what he did? - He changed his sex.

Borko? No shit!

You don't say, is he ok? - Yeah... and he goes by "Lela" now.

You know who's boning him? - I don't. -Gandhi is!

So, this is little Lela? Gandhi's fucking her? You're sure?

You're not lying, you motherfucker?! - I'm not!

Don't lie to me! - Don't, man I'm not!

Who else knows? - Just me, for now.

Don't lie to me! - Don't, only me.

If you tell anyone I'll fuckin barbecue you day and night! Is that clear?

Where does he... she... it live?

Don't worry, you won't find the body.

Look at this. Borko's dad renounced him in a public ad.

Did I tell you that Borko is now a girl?

Yeah, you did. About seven times.

But I didn't tell you who's fucking him.

Yeah, you did. About fifteen times.

Gandhi, dude! - Sit down!

We were just talking... - Who are you working for?

Who are you working for?

Don't get it. - We're unemployed.

Don't fuck with me! Who gave you money for the obituary?

No one, man.

We did it out of respect. We're fans. We like drugs, you know.

Shut up! You two are idiots! - Yes, we are.

Don't Gandhi, man! We know each other!

We do? - From school!

Deki and Baki, dude...

Deki and Baki?

Take it, man. - Thanks.

Was that Gandhi that ran by? - Someone ran by?

Deki and Baki? Shit!

Everything's screwed up. And I just fell in love.

Yeah, we know. You fell for Borko. -What?

Borko, who went to school with us and played with the girls.

Went to ballet school. - The one you use to beat up.

I know who's Borko.

Well, Borko isn't Borko anymore. Now he's Lela.

What the fuck are you talking about? - Like, you didn't know?

Come on, you didn't know? - He didn't.

But we won't tell anyone!

Everyone knows, but we won't tell anyone.

Now, what can I say. Sometimes, we must try to help.

We really shouldn't meddle, but sometimes...

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

What just happened? - Some cheap trick again!

Then again, sometimes we don't need to meddle.

Sometimes people just simply change. Just like that.

It's all shit! It's all gone to shit.

It has, man. It's stupid to kill. - I'm never going to kill again.

Smart move, man. Wanna joint?

Got any booze?

Hiding from someone? - No, I just live in the closet.

Don't get cute with me. - When Gandhi hears about this,

you're finished. -When Gandhi hears who you really are,

you're finished... Borko.

He can't find out. See, I'm leaving.

You don't exist. And you are leaving, but with me.

Do you hear me? You really love him?

You really love him?

Isn't it sweet when two people love each other. So touching.

Tears are streaming down my face.

You know they murdered that Gandhi?

Yeah, violence never solves anything. -Cheers, guys.

Cheers! They killed him because he was laying down.

Sorry, man.

Yeah?

Where?

See you...

Who would've thought, man, Aca Gandhi?

Any more weed? He drank all the booze.

Son, everything will be alright.

I want to leave a message for Maria Radosevic.

Can you tell her that her son called.

I can't forgive you. I'll never forgive you!

Her son...

And that he begs her...

to forgive him.

Mother loves you.

Just that.

What do you mean you can't find him?

He just didn't disappear!

Why do you care about this Gandhi guy? -I don't,

but I have to yell at them sometimes. They like that. Give me the cash.

And?

Your spa isn't bad! - Yeah, it's doing well. Just a business.

And Savic? -He's my favorite kind of boss. Honest and dumb.

Just hoping they don't make him retire. -Take some.

What happened? - Am I your brother?

Are you? -We've known each other a hundred years.

Do you trust me? - Should I?

No one else knows and none of us will talk. Is that clear?

I found out who your girlfriend is.

So have I, Kile.

Ok, get rid of her, and that's it. - Get rid of who?

Are you crazy? Have you all gone mad?

I don't give a fuck what she was. I love what she is now.

Is that clear, Kile? You don't get it, do you?

You really don't want to kill her? - No, I don't.

Ok, then I will.

Ever since we got rid of that guy, everyone's got to respect us.

They have to be scared. Who's going to be afraid of a faggot?

Sorry, babe. Nothing personal. - Let her go, Kile.

Did I just hear you say you love me or I heard wrong?

Sorry about the letter. I was frightened that you'd find out.

I panicked.

- Were you lying in that letter?

I'll love you till the day I die. - Yeah, yeah, three more seconds.

Enough with this soap opera shit. - Wait, Kile!

Don't worry bro. I lied. - You did?

Yeah, I lied that I wasn't going to kill anymore.

Come on, man! - Funny, huh?

Fuck it, man.

- Yeah, fuck it...

They don't understand us, man.

Come on! It's all your fault, you fucking queer!

You were my hero! My idol!

Until you became a fucking faggot, too!

Come on, you motherfucker, shoot!

Lela, don't. - No balls, huh?

Swear you won't. - I love you.

Swear! - I swear!

And forgive me!

What is he doing?

- He put the bear in the electric chair

and is now carrying out the execution.

Where the hell did he see that?

- They told me that he's been

doing the same in kindergarten. He ties the children to their beds.

Take him out of there. Spend a little time with him.

My love...

God is merciful. - Good day.

Good day, minister. - Good day.

Of course, I completely forgot that the two of you are already acquainted.

It's time for us to go. - Where?

It's quite pleasant right here.

Ahh, did I forget to tell you? This was only a tour.

I was showing you heaven so you would see what you will miss.

So, you understand now? You are on your way to hell.

Well, I was a little suspicious. I was a real bastard.

Yes, so was I.

And I never really believed that God existed.

Neither did I. But, just so you know, I did vote for you, every time.

Thank you. Can you imagine me begging anyone for anything?

Yes, that does seem strange.

Not you...

Well, I was... you know, what's the word? A sinner.

I sinned a lot, brother angel.

You see, a just person who finds salvation is nothing special.

The miracle of granting God's forgiveness is beyond my realm.

But you have repented, thus changing the outcome.

I don't understand. - It is not for you to understand.

Just be grateful. -Thank you. Now what do I do?

I haven't any instructions for you yet.

So, just wait here for now.

What am I waiting for?

- Maybe you should ask, "for whom am I waiting?"

Hello, mother. Hello, father.

O Christ, my Lord, I know I am not worthy of Thy love,

but of Thy condemnation and suffrage.

O Lord, whether I am desirous of redemption or not, save me.

For if Thou shalt save a just soul, that is nothing special;

and if Thou shalt grant salvation to a pure soul, that is nothing miraculous,

for they are worthy of Thy mercy. O Lord, save me, a wretched sinner,

and enlighten me with Thy mighty and wonderous love for man so that

my sins do not overcome Thy immense goodness and mercy;

then do as Thou must with me.

Prayer Saint John Damascene