All language subtitles for The.Playroom.20127

Inspired by true events

They say,
Paris at night is so bright...

The folks there don't care
if it's midday or midnight.

-And look how dark it is here.
-Yes, but it has its advantages.

When you live in the dark,
it's much easier to die.

You hardly lose anything.
Darkness just replaces darkness.

And we deserve to live in the dark.

-Why, Grandpa?
-Because.

What other nation
curses the sun like we do?

We curse the bright sun,
the bloody sun...

With all this cursing, it's a miracle
the sun shines on us at all.

Beside the sun,
we curse God, bread, mother...

What can a nation hope for, when it
curses sun, God, bread and mother?

Bloody sun...

I taught you
how to read, write and count pigs.

But, that's all useless
in this country.

Now, I'll teach you something that
will be of some REAL use to you.

Get away from me, you jinx... shoo!

Fucking raven... bad luck...

Can't you play something cheerful?

Yes I can, Sergeant, sir.

Fucking funeral music...

Stop playing and I'll let you
sniff my girlfriend's letter.

1912 - Serbo-Turkish War
Serbian Army - Scout Unit

The Turks are relocating
their artillery.

-Second Lieutenant, sir!
-I could hardly find you... scouts!

We got now all the meals
for the past week!

-We have to inform the headquarters.
-After breakfast, neighbour.

This is a direct order, Sergeant.

Yes sir, neighbour sir.

-I forgot the looks of a pig.
-Hey, a pig...

A pig looks just like a goose,
but with no feathers.

Who took the other leg?
I want it back.

I'm asking you nicely, now.
Before you call Turks for help.

Come on... let's have it.

-Gentlemen...
-He looks like a spy to me!

-Leonardo Spasic...
-Shut up!

He has some machine gun!
Let me waste him!

You can commit
a cold-blooded murder, gentlemen.

But then, you won't appear on
the cover page of the Serbian News...

...as the brave liberators
of - Old Serbia!

Gentlemen... hold your breath.

ST GEORGE
SHOOTS THE DRAGON

Gavrilo!

Look...

Who would say a city girl could
make this on her own?

-What's wrong with you?
-Bring it on my grave.

I don't need it right now.

-We'll manage...
-Let go!

-You will manage.
-Gavrilo!

Give it to George!

He came out of this war in one piece.

It'll look better on him.

Don't worry, Miss. He'll be back.
He kept saying how much he loves you.

I'm sorry...I thought...

You're supposed to be
an expert on love?

For you... no one came?

No.

Welcome home.

Two years later

Quiet down!

Zoja-man, angry!
Zoja-dog, mean!

19... 21, 22...
They're all here.

Watch your dog, Vane!
It bite merchandise!

Gavrilo,
take me with you, please.

Grandpa told me,
reading and writing is useless.

Take me with you,
just this once.

Why not, Gavrilo?

It's an honest living.
What's wrong with it?

Honest...

Yes, it is.

You...run off home.

They just can't get enough...
the Vukovic brothers.

Almost every night, now.

Sergeant, sir! We can
get them on their way back!

We'll let them go, this time.
The cattle will die without the salt.

And, where else would you get
your tobacco?

-Am I getting grey?
-Not at all, Sergeant.

Don't lie to me.

And I still can't say nothing to you.

And I'd thought it all through.

Stupid woman...

I can't... I'm not a city girl.

Mile will take me home.

-What home?
-My home.

To my folks.

What a shame...
God, I'm so embarrassed...

Hey, kid, how come
you bypass some of us?

If we're not equal here,
I could change the establishment.

You're damn right.

We, NATURAL UNNATURALS were their
best customers... before the wars!

Right... now we, unnaturals
WITH MEDALS, took over.

First him...

Serious wounds have priority.

Since when does that apply here?

Don't bother serving me,
I'm sick of this.

Call me when you reach an agreement!
Until then, no drinks!

That's my school!
Right into face, all the time.

-Just like Marx said.
-Fuck Marx, fuck you!

You poison the kid's mind with
that fancy bullshit from abroad!

What's the use of school? All he
needs to know is to count pigs.

He'll make a decent living
from smuggling.

-You, profiteers!
-People, forget the politics.

Look, Zoja-man.

What are you doing, Zoja?

When are you gonna get rid of this
brothel like thing?

Merchant Spasic's wife ordered it, but
he's not having this devilish thing.

The man is right.

Move it away!

Like we're for the mirror.

We'd better
not look at it at all.

Gendarmes... three of them.

I finished it yesterday.

Who's this?

That's me, George. Me.

You wouldn't know, of course.
You prefer doing it in the dark.

Cover yourself. You know how it is,
in the village. People will talk.

Am I better looking
on the painting, or like this?

I have to go.

Sergeant, sir!

We have to hurry, sir.

-A problem in the Normal Tavern!
-Baco will beat his wife to death!

Those are private affairs,
gendarmes don't bother with that.

Well, do something about this!
They treat women like cattle here!

Right?

You don't let a decent man get drunk!

-Hit me, I don't know better life!
-You don't, and you won't!

Don't you move!

Can you at least
let us finish this in peace?

You're not gonna fuck with me...!

-You're not a fucking gendarme, cow!
-Well I am, and I can chain your ass!

I'd rather kill her, than let her
humiliate me, like some women do...

George, he is just a drunken fool.
Sit down, have a drink.

Go home... you'll go over it.

Shoo... shoo!

Get away from here!
These creatures need a strong hand!

Madame Katarina,
can you eat anything of this?

No. But it's beautiful.

And it smells nice.
Would you like to smell it?

Come.

Does this mean...
we shoot at our neighbours?

You heard the major.
Shoot on sight.

-Yes, sir!
-Wait.

Tell the smugglers
to stop crossing the river.

Good evening.

I'm not armed.

Mister... can I go with you?

Ask my brother.
He's selling tickets.

Hop in!

Scholar, don't be scared!

Come and help
with the regular passengers!

Or, if you have half a dinar...

-I have!
-You'll pay on the other side.

You scholars are law-abiding.
Hop in!

-What's wrong, Zoja?
-He's a jinx!

Right... just now,
when we've got it all well going.

Isn't it so, bro'?

You are Jinx!

Tomorrow, to school!

Go ahead, feed them!
Shell it!

Sava River - border between
Serbia and Austria-Hungary

I pray to you, St George,
to shoot the German ship.

Zoja, it's okay.

Keep Gavrilo safe, and our boat,
my buddies pigs... well, Jinx too!

It's over.

What is it, sholar?
Scared shitless?

Pig is the only animal that is not
aware of the moon and the stars.

It's because of their necks,
they can't look up... to the sky.

They can only look down, at the mud.

So?! Pig... is happy.

Mud is all they see,
all their lives.

-They must miss the stars.
-Stars...

Is there pictures
in that book, Jinx?

They're late...
this doesn't smell good.

-Well, I'm off.
-Hush! You'll go when I tell you.

Zoja, sing.

Let's go.

Wait...
Gavrilo, this time, no credit.

You're always here before us.

-Like you're Austrian, not us.
-Did you bring everything?

Everything... direct from Vienna.

Quick... unload!

Wait!

-You cut it, right?
-I didn't! Cross my heart!

The best salt in the Empire.

-Certified. No double-cross.
-Check it out.

Not bad.

-How could it be bad?
-We'll take it.

Look at the mirror.

For emperors!

Watch it... if you break it...

You die!

For you.

What's with this art business,
Gavrilo?

-I hope it's not for you.
-Cut the crap.

Gavrilo, hurry up.
This is no fucking trade!

My venerable Serbs and Gypsies...

I'm delighted to see...

The cooperation
between our two countries...

It is going smoothly...

Despite the overwhelming
cultural differences.

-Pay your fellow countryman.
-I'm afraid it's your turn now.

We're at loss, again.

You Serbs started to be lavish...

Almost like Gypsies!

Welcome to our country.
We wish you a pleasant stay.

St George, shoot them, too.

See you around, Gavrilo.

-Take it!
-If I may, now...

Go now!
Come back when you finish school.

-Serbia needs scholars.
-And books with pictures!

Hey, Jinx-man!
What's your name?

Princip... Gavrilo Princip.

Take care, namesake.

There goes your namesake...
without paying!

I'll take care of that.

Don't!
Zoja-man pay for him.

My treat.

Good luck, Jinx.

Gavrilo, what's that?
Who ordered this?

-Zoja, what's in the box?
-Not for Zoja-man.

Machine is dead.

I knew it... jinx.

Frogs... silent.

Gavrilo...

Is this... that cinema,
you were talking about?

This doesn't look good.

Small mirror... small jinx.

Big mirror...

28 June, 1914 - Archduke
Franz Ferdinand visits Sarajevo

I'm sorry... pardon me.

Sorry, could you please...

Daddy, look!

Why don't you take a rod,
like normal people?

Aleksa, this is
modern fishing... American.

Vane!

Orphan!

Don't let our lunch get away!

Look at that ungrateful little prick!

If you don't like this work, we can
send you back, were we found you!

You can go back
to begging in the street!

What's wrong with you?

Doesn't it warm your heart
to watch the child play?

Nope.

-Another train's turned over, guys.
-Your paper is upside down, you drunk!

Zoja, pass it over... Zoja!

If you grow into a dragon,
I'll have to kill you.

But if you stay a frog,
we'll be friends.

Orphan! Vane!

The whole village is weeping

Only my Smilja's sleeping

Let her sleep
Let her sleep

I'll show you now,
you crippled fucker!

Of all the houses, you play
your fiddle in front of mine?!

Let the cripple sing,
if he can't play.

-Come here, to the Normal Tavern.
-No thanks, I'm in a hurry.

-I've got some business.
-I ain't gonna beat you, like other.

I'll scorch you, like a pig!
You lame punk!

Come in here,
to the Normal Tavern!

You sing in front of his house.

No... I might have been humming...
to myself.

-I sing all day long...
-Don't you sober me up!

I can walk by any house...
Singing, humming and so...

If I ever catch you singing
around my house...

The next song will be
on your funeral, you reject punk!

Good morning, madam.

Just the two of you
against a man on crutches?

-Are you all right?
-Madam...

When I saw you...
it's like an angel looked at me.

He was... singing
outside my house, to my wife.

You put so much faith in the power
of music? How charming.

When one of their cow dies, they think
I stole it and put it on the painting.

They say I brought
bad luck to the village.

Do you think so, too?

Before I met you...

I had both arms.

A boy, who didn't know what to do
with his arms in my company...

If there was a medal for smuggling...

Each one of your peasants
would've got a medal!

Invalids, sir. Some of them
have medals from the war. A real ones.

That's nice for people
who like to parade their ornaments.

This time we'll re-melt
everything into bombshells.

There will be no iron left
for such trifles.

Sergeant, glory awaits us.

Yes, sir.

That lacy lady will be the end of him.

Mark my words.

Spit in my mouth
when you're the sickest.

Gavrilo... happy!

Zoja-man... happy, too.
-Get out of here!

I can't work
because of you.

So?

When is your wife's baby due?

In a month, God willing.

Nice...

This year,
you'll have two babies.

Let's drink to that.

You're too late, gendarme!

Now what?

Nothing.

We've done all we can.

-Does the gendarme know?
-My husband is my concern.

Leave my concerns to me,
like you always did, anyway.

Next week I'm going back to Belgrade.
Home... to my folks.

You'll leave your husband and house?

Which husband? What house?!

Why do you think I left Belgrade
and came in this hole full of misery?

-Wait a minute.
-I'm waiting. Now what?

Will you tell your wife?

No. You won't.

Now, hear me out.

While you were a cadet in Belgrade,
you were in my house every day.

You asked me not to go
to Paris Art Academy!

I drove you almost to the front line
in my father's cart!

-You begged me to wait for you!
-And?

And what came back? What?

What came back? Answer me.

Is this Gavrilo you waited for?!

Who can I take care of, like this!?

Your wife.

She's not like you.

She does everything, like a man.

She lost her husband there...

Where I lost my arm.

I'm going.

What will you do now?

The Gavrilo I waited for would ask
what will WE do now.

Katarina...

Looks like someone beat the sergeant
to it, and evacuated his missus.

-What are your orders, Sergeant sir?
-You're dismissed.

Sir,
won't you ask me where I've been?

I'll just ask,
do you know where you are now?

In my wife's room.

You forgot to whip me...
mister Gendarme.

I...

I never loved you.

And I could... never love you.

-I am...
-I know.

I know everything.

We won't make it before dawn.

-My brother is out of his mind.
-Mile!

You know love...
Love is nice, I saw it!

If you weren't my brother,
I'd hit you with this paddle!

Hit Zoja-man.
You feel better, then!

I didn't do it, I swear!

Where's your grandson, old man?

I don't know.

And if I did, you know
I wouldn't tell you.

-So it's all the same to you.
-Tell him I'm looking for him.

With a gun?

Who went across?

The regular crew.

Katarina?

What would she be doing with them?

Don't play with this!

We shoot at everybody on the river,
so do they!

I can see why YOU shoot,
but why do they shoot?

Haven't you heard?
A student killed Ferdinand.

Fucking Krauts!
They'll kill my children!

Gavro!

Let's drink
to the end of an empire!

Mile!

Gavrilo!

Gavro!

St George, please,
save my children.

It's so sad
when a grown man loses his mind.

When I screwed around,
at least I did it with grace.

You know love...
love very nice, I saw!

What, Zoja, WHAT?!

Gendarme... not happy... he thinks
she ran away... with Gavrilo!

-Gavrilo happy! Zoja-man, happy.
-Yeah, we're all fuckin' happy.

What on earth have you done?

Hit me, bro...

They killed 'em all...
people... horses...

The music... all...

-St George...
-Did we pay this in advance?

Shoot, St George...

They killed them all!

I knew it...

I knew I'd be fucked
because of Serbs.

-Fuck, I paid them in advance!
-Hush, pigs.

There! Don't waste your bullets
feeling sorry for them!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

I want them alive.

Zoja-man dead!!

-Hold on.
-Zoja-man, DEAD!

Genuine gendarme bullet.

Let me play for you, Zoja.
You'll feel better.

I won't!

Gavrilo!

Where's my wife?

Why do you ask me
about your wife?

-You know where I've been tonight.
-I do.

That's why I'm asking.

Then you've got nothing to ask.

You can simply arrest me
for crossing the border.

I want to...

To ask you...

Something no-one in our village
has ever asked.

Stay away from my wife.

Please.

I won't ask you again.
I'll just kill you.

I swear to St George.

We, Vukovic family have attacked
armies, towns and emperors!

But other men's wives - never!

Let him kill you.
He'll be doing all of us a big favour.

You, me, and that
poor wife of yours.

In normal countries, disabled veterans
are role models for the young.

But here...
they smuggle, beg, drink!

In normal countries these freaks
don't jump on women.

It's not their fault
they got crippled in two wars.

Is it my fault?

I went to war twice in two years, too.

I have to suffer now for not coming
back a cripple, and go round screwing?

-Why all this money, George?
-For the window.

Every single day
I think of your kindness.

And of the baby.

The war saved me
from going insane.

I prayed to St George
for death in a battle... for rest.

Instead of death,
he sent me... her.

Instead of death...

Forgive me.

If the Archduke had survived, he would
have inherited the following titles:

Emperor of Austria!

King of Slovenia,
Bosnia and Herzegovina!

King of Rama, Cumania, Iliria...

24 July, 1914
Nearby Town of Sabac

Duke of Dubrovnik and Zadar,
Master of Kotor...

Hundreds and hundreds of titles
of ruler over enslaved nations!

What kind of a tyrant the late
Archduke would've been, if he lived...

Madam Slavka!

Nine long months without war!

The kids are itching for it.

Madam Slavka!

Go ahead... talk.

Slavka, can I speak with my wife
in private?

In private?

Is this a police station where you can
interrogate people without witnesses?

It's okay, Aunty.

If your talk is unfit for my ears,
then it's unfit for my house, too.

Is that clear?

If it is...
then go ahead, talk.

Never mind me.

Let's go home.

Please.

What for?

This morning I resigned.

I handed in my uniform.

I left you alone...

For days...

I had a better and calmer life when I
lived off the land and carpentry.

I've been thinking...

We could sell everything.

We could move to the city.

Village is not... for you.
It just isn't.

Is the city for you?

Please, stop crumpling the cloth.

It gets on my nerves.

You've read those... novels.

I don't say...

"It"... exists...
maybe with younger folks.

For some time.

Then, it goes away.

What goes away?

Love?

And what's left,
when 'it' all passes?

Worries.

Nothing else? Just worries?

Nothing else.

Just worries.

And you call that life?

Madam Katarina, there's a boy here.
He says he knows you.

Katarina...

This one here probably isn't
the type of man you deserve.

But he's certainly better
than the one you're crying over.

Aunty...

When did a woman
love her man for his virtues?

I haven't told you everything.

I'm expecting a baby.

I... love... you...

Aunty...
may I ask you to come with us?

For a couple of days.

I'll wait for you downstairs...
by the carts.

In Blumbach, in just one day,
Ferdinand shot 53 goats!

In his hunting trips to date,
he has killed over 6 000 deer!

Even if he had done nothing else,
he deserved to be killed!

My child...
my late husband was right.

One should only see peasants
at the market, as briefly as possible.

Spare a coin for a war hero...

You are a reactionary element!
There is no place for you here!

Dear Prime minister Pasic...

This is a request
for urgent help for disabled veterans!

We wanted to appeal immediately
after the first war against the Turks!

But the war against the Bulgarians
was approaching, therefore...

War... Zoja...

Shut up, Zoja, that's for grownups.

Now, the war against
Austria-Hungary is here.

But, Mr. President Pasic,
I ask for your sympathy...

Because we have to catch our breath
between the wars!

Micun, this letter is...
forgive my language... cocksucking!

We meet in secret, like conspirators
for what? For THIS?!

A demand must begin with the words -
SHAME ON YOU!

When a war breaks out,
Serbia wins, but the people lose!

The outcome of each war herei is
less people, but more government!

Shame on you!!

That same government
won two wars in two years!

It expended the Serb territory
for quarter its size!

The government didn't, we did!
We won the wars!

The last man standing
will write the demand.

Now we're rejects! Who became
a reject from the government?!

No one! I don't give a fuck
for the quarter of Great Serbia!

-I've lost a quarter of my body!
-Belotic, you traitor!

You, blind bastard!

Serve the gendarme.

I've resigned. Feel free
to speak against the government.

I'm not sure, George. You'll forget
yourself and report us out of habit.

-Well said!
-I'm spying on you?

I'm the informer? Okay...

These are your informant letters
addressed to me, personally.

We have a spy in this tavern.

There... read.

There is something for everyone.

I won't do it.

Dear Mister George...

My conscience demands that
I inform you that two nights ago,

I was sitting in the Invalid Tavern,

I was speaking such...
fil... filth...

That I should have...
I should be shot straightaway...

And I did all this
just to make them talk...

Because they were only talking
about other men's wives.

Who laid who, where, how,
when, and how many times.

Around midnight,
I made them blab.

Then they blabbed until dawn.

Whoever wrote this,
I hope his hand shrivels up.

Particularly vocal against
the government...

Blabs that ugly fatso... Vojo.

I can't write so well.
But I know someone who can.

Quiet! Let's hear the rest.

I'll rip someone's head off!

Gendarmes from other villages
were envious.

Their folk wouldn't speak
even after a beating.

I served the police for money.

You do it for the love of it.

Go ahead now,
speak about politics.

There is an "M"...

Like "Zoja... MAN".

This guy obviously doesn't know
how ugly priest's wife is.

Are there any pictures?

George!

This is from Grandpa Aleksa,
and all of us.

For your honest service
to our village.

-How's this bay of mine behaving?
-He's okay.

Aleksa told me
that you made it for your son.

Sorry.

He'd be... just like you.

This tall.

Thanks for the watch.

It's exactly two hours slow. When you
get used to it, it works perfectly.

It goes like this...

Let her sleep
Let her sleep

Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets on this fight!

In the right corner, Djukic,
a true Serbian hero! In the left...

Katarina...

Place your bets,
help the invalids and have fun!!

Thank you.

George!

Let's go.
It's too hot.

The two of you, go.
I've got something to do.

George! How's your watch?

Both fighters have the courage
of our hero, Gavrilo Princip!

Your hand guided me
when I saved his life in the war.

Help me now, to save it again.

Don't let me kill him.

Spare a coin for a war veteran,
good people.

St George is really your patron.

There! A man! Waving!

Hey, Kraut! Come, have a beer!

Waving, my ass!
He's threatening us!

Man! Flying!
On a dragon!

I say... that's a threat.

No, you won't!

He's really threatening, bastard!

-I'll fuck him up!
-Threatening...

Are you celebrating,
or fighting?

Teach... this is military business.

Gavrilo!
Have a shot... on me!

Get down!
Get down, you fucking Kraut!

Now we're fucked!
They're really gonna get mad!

People!
We killed the plane!

You're alive!
-We're both alive.

By the decision of
the Serbian Supreme Command,

and signed by General
Radomir Putnik personally,

we hereby declare
a full-scale mobilization!

The third bells in three years.

I'm afraid there won't be anyone left
to hear them the fourth time.

Let my great-grandson hear them.
We don't have to.

Don't worry, Grandpa. Our mother was
in labour for two days with Gavrilo.

God forgive me, sometimes I wish
he'd never been born at all.

Come on, people, the last call.

The tavern's closed during the war.
It wouldn't be right.

Does this mean I can't sing?

It'll be over soon, once it starts.

People, they called me,
a half-blind man, again!

And again, they didn't call me.

-What happened?
-Jelena is fine. She'll be fine.

And the baby?
What about the baby?

After the war, business will boom,
Aleksa, like never before!

Who's gonna feed those two children?

The Kraut can run and hop
At river Sava he'll stop

MILAN VUKOVIC
1914-1914

Now you stink, too.

Just like the rest of us.

Major, sir! Gavrilo Vukovic,
second lieutenant, cavalry.

There's one thing I hate more
than Germans... doctors.

-Let me hear you.
-I came to report to my unit.

I've crossed the river
a hundred times, I know it well.

A smuggler?

Decorated.

Before the smuggling career, you've
been a soldier, second lieutenant.

You know that
I don't make the rules.

If it was on me, I'd take you.
We need even men like you.

I'm sorry.

Our brave student killed him
His name is Princip Gavrilo

You're going to die,
and you yell like hell!

Spare a coin for a war veteran,
good people.

Grandpa, don't do that.

You promised to take me
to Belgrade.

Everything's gonna be all right,
Gavrilo can tell you.

Grandpa... I know you can hear me.
This is not nice.

-He lay down and decided to die.
-Please, just one smile.

Dying is not
going so smooth...

Mile, put me down,
I want to be closer to the ground.

Grandpa...

That's better.

Grandpa... sweet Grandpa...

You lived your way,
and you died your way.

A successful man.

Gavrilo... Gavrilo!

Slavka, if the war starts
to go bad for us...

Burn the house down,
I don't want Krauts in it.

Look out for yourself, George.
I'm an expert in war.

Slavka... if I don't make it back,
everything I have... is hers.

And the child she's expecting...

If it's a boy, let him stay in this
house, to keep the family name going.

If it's a girl, get her out of this
misery, as far away as possible.

George, since my husband died,
I've not met as good a man as you.

It's easy to be good
when you've got nothing else left.

Goodbye, Slavka.

There's something for you,
in the shop.

-You told him whose child it is?
-He already knew.

May St George be with you...

Watch your head, gendarme!

-Thrash them just like I would.
-Stop it!

I'm tired, already.
Give me that.

What's the hurry, George?
Krauts will wait for us!

St George...
please, love Aleksa.

Love Gavrilo... Mile...

Love them like Zoja-man does.

Here... two dinars...

The bill I refused to pay, once.

Mile...

Mile, have some rest.
I'll take over.

Soldiers...

I'm afraid that soon enough,
we'll envy Aleksa.

We'll say 'Lucky you, Aleksa'.

My grandpa used to say "I'd rather die
than for something to happen to me!"

Shows their true colours when they
beat a man who brings them...

A soldier's letter.

Only the filthy Babic family
could do that.

No bird's flown over their house
for 200 years.

So, you called in at Vojo's wife?

I took her a letter from Vojo.

-Letter from the frontline is sacred!
-Count yourself lucky.

You wouldn't have
got out of my yard...

Alive.

If you're crippled, you're not deaf!
You heard me, frontline letters!

Fuck off!

Rajko, drop by
at my place sometime.

Bring a letter to MY wife.

I already have.

A pregnant woman doesn't
come to a wake.

-Because of... the curse.
-Exactly. Let her in.

I don't want to find you here
when I come back.

Neither you nor her.

-Witch...
-Let's get out of here.

Will St George finally kill the dragon
and save us from evil?

St George, help us!

Witch!

Why have you come?

I'm leaving tomorrow.

We won't see each other again.

Zoja-man... sad.

While Europe has
danced, sung, and grabbed!

We've spent
centuries in the trenches!

At their border posts,
like their guard dogs!

Where is that fucking Europe now?!

Mountain Cer
The first battle of the Great War

Serbia today has
four million people.

Austria-Hungary has
55 million people!

For years they've been threatening
and talking bullshit!

They say that
'Serbia should bathe in iron'!

I've never heard a more wicked threat
than to bathe a nation in iron!

We'll stick IRON ROD
up their asses!

They will feel it for many years!

If they cross the border and head to
our villages, we fuck their... what?!

-We fuck their moms!!
-Exactly!

I have the honor to inform you that we
are at the focus of the enemy attack!

Once we repel the attack, we will
chase them all the way back to Vienna!

All the way to Vienna, we will...

Fly over, sir!

The baby is mine, and only mine.
The decision is mine.

"To keep the family name going."
Important name...

They go to war, have children,
and die because of that name!

We have to give birth and be happy
if the child goes to war!

If it's a boy...

This child will not go to war.

He's gone mad!
He broke into the army barracks!

He took dynamite...
to kill the boat!

To kill himself.

Madman!
He wants all by himself!

What?
You want to kill yourself?

I came to see what sort of man
you are, one final time.

To kill yourself?

That requires amazing knowledge,
great bravery and wisdom!

-What do you want from me?
-Just to stay alive.

Katarina, it's wartime.

Is there... anything else holy
for you, men, apart from war?

Is there?! To be fathers, to love!
You forgot to learn that!

Well, I spit on your holy things!
Do you hear me?!

It's not easy without
a man in the house, right?

Need a hand with anything?

How can you help me?

Well, I can't chase chickens
around the yard. But...

I can be of some use.

You can?

Tie up the dog, gal.

Men! Well done! Very well!

We never went this far, before!

Next time, we break their lines!
I promise you that!

Sergeant... dismiss the men.

-Fall out.
-George...

Why haven't you told him
about the rejects?

When?

If some reject had jumped
the Captain's wife...

He'd have us all running there!
Look at this letter!

Hell, running.
We'd be fuckin' flying.

They fuck women and steal chickens?

Did you hear me?

Men, unfit for war,
fuck women and steal chickens?

Captain sir, we have the same
reports from other units, too.

-I had to report this to you.
-And I have to report it to the major.

The Major to the Colonel,
the Colonel to the General.

The General reports this
to Supreme Command.

They react instantly!

They throw away all the war plans
and order the men home! Right?

They dig trenches outside their
houses, wait, and kill the studs!

Get away from here! Scram!

Sergeant...
Are you married?

Yes I am, captain.

Do you have children?

I don't... any more.

God willing, I'll have them again.

Do you, too, suspect that someone
bothers your home and your wife?

No, not at all, captain sir.

While I'm away...

There's another man there.

-Another man?
-He takes care of my wife and home.

If it wasn't for him, I'd be worried.

Get out.

What's this nonsense?

What man is that?

-Her man.
-Your wife's man?

-Yes.
-Is she your lawful wedded wife?

Yes, she is.

It's an ugly story, it's not
the time for that. Excuse me.

Wait a minute!
How come that scoundrel isn't here?

He lost his arm... in the last war.

We fought together.

We all fought together, sergeant.

Do you care about your wife, at all?

I came here to die... just like you.

I came here to win!

But, the soldiers
try to stay alive.

I feel sorry for them.

For me, this is a relief.

From greater evil,
I came into lesser.

What?!
You probably heard everything!

Fuck diplomacy.
Who's coming with me?

Wait, Baca.
We have a petition.

If they catch you,
you'll be court-martialed.

I'm going hunting,
for a songbird.

Let's start signing the petition.

I won't.

Yes, you will.

-I can't!
-Just put a cross!

It's too big!
Give it to me... next!

Mikan, watch out for the gendarme.

Why hasn't the Captain taken this
to the Supreme Command?!

The Supreme Command
has better things to do!

They don't deal with
rejects and lovers!

-And, this is not about soldiers!
-Then who is it about, if not us?!

We get letters saying that rejects
prawl around our houses!

-I didn't dare open the last letter!
-Enough! Enough talk!

I did what I could.

-Listen up!
-Maybe a package from my mother.

Letters for the 3rd Company!

Somebody has finally remembered
you, footsloggers!

Let's see some treat here!

Vojo Milovanovic!

Vojo, stop fucking around!

-Milovanovic!
-I'm dead.

-Milovanovic!
-Dead!

Mikan Babic!

-Mikan Babic!
-May God rest his soul.

Baca Dragojevic!

They're all dead!

These men are replacements.

You're alive,
but you're no good to me.

-Baco...
-Baco!

-Did you, at least, kill the rejects?
-I got cought in front of the village.

Too bad.

Sergeant, form the squad.

Captain, is there any way
we could avoid this?

-People, don't...
-George...

You always had appreciation for
the country, but for my house, never!

I beleived you when you said
that the country exists!

That the country is worth dying for!

All I ever saw of this country
was my family and my house!

-Fuck you, and the country!
-Ready... aim...

Soldier, I wish you
a good final resting place!

Fuck you, and the country!

Fire!

Brother!

My brother!

War... boom, boom!

Mile, why don't you open the tavern?

D'you expect us to drink water
till the end of the war?

Look... look!

-I'm getting out of here!
-They know us...

We're a civilian building,
they won't shoot at us!

Our Russian brothers and Allies
will never abandon Serbia!

Please, don't.

We are invincible!

Kraut criminals!

I suggest we don't relax
until the Allies come.

-Pass it on...
-Aleksa... you died right on time.

Fucking cripple!

Over here!

-Mile, what's this?
-There you are!

-By the order of the Command...
-They granted our pensions!

-I don't think so.
-Now, you're fucked!

If you are able enough
to fuck other men's wives...

You are able enough
to fuck Krauts on the frontline!

Zoja-man don't want to shoot.

You can fuck now
in the name of your country!

-I'm for the military band!
-Is this the enemy, or the allies?

-I am straight!
-I can see! On the road!

What's all this?
What on earth are you doing?

Where's your brother?
With that whore, again?

-He seized the opportunity!
-Shut up!

-Let's go!
-Move!

I can go by myself!!

Please, don't!
I've got a mill to run!

-Move it!
-Faster!

Come on, child.

Stop!

-Please...
-Where to, my child?

Once this is finished,
I'm coming to Belgrade... I promise.

Finished, what? You're waiting the end
of something that has no end.

I'm not going to let some war
make decisions instead of me.

-Come on! Move it!
-Move, you bastards!

-Zoja-man won't shoot...
-Yes, you will! Move!

-Move, you old fart!
-Faster!

Faster, rejects!

Witch... witch!

Move! Move!

This new draft
doesn't apply to you.

You are a decorated war hero.

But if it was to me,
you'd be leading this pack of freaks!

As the chief stud!

Move the beasts!

Let's go.

Gavrilo!

Where you go... I go, too!

You're not going anywhere.
Do you hear?

I'm going, Gavrilo! Please!

-You won't stop me!
-Go home! Go!

I'm going, and that's it!

Go home!

I wish you'd drop dead, Gavrilo!
Drop dead!

Drop dead!
Do you hear me, Gavrilo?!

Drop dead!

When you're out of ammunition,
and the enemy is still advancing...

On the bayonet!

When the bayonet breaks,
use your hands!

When they break your hands,
use your teeth!

When they shoot you down, make sure
you fall right across their path!

Let them jump over you! Be a pain in
their asses even when you're dead!

Be of use to the Fatherland
even in death! Is that clear?!

Can you hear me, Major, sir?!

Major, sir!

Give us your permission
for another charge!

Can you hear me?

Yes! Another charge!

We've got enough men!
We don't need reinforsements!

Please, Major, sir!
I'm begging you!

I'm down on my knees!

Yes, sir!!

-Motherfucker!
-I wish I was dead.

We're out of luck!

The orders are, to wait for the night
and reinforsements!

It's a "real shame", sir...

However!

For the first time in my life...

I will have to disobey my superior...

A goner...

Than you, St George...

What a hero...
and a madman he was.

I raise you ten.

I call...

When his sort are all dead,

we'll become the heroes
without noticing it!

Let me see your cards.
May God rest his soul.

Rest in piece.

What do you think you're doing,
bastard?!!

No, you won't!

Let him take it. The hero
doesn't need it anymore.

Thank you, Major, sir.

-Reinforcments are on their way.
-We're saved.

Reinforcements will be here.
Fresh troops are coming.

Fresh troops will be here!

Just one more battle, and God willing,
we'll all go home... alive!

-Vojo, fresh troops.
-Thank you, St George!

Heroes!
I can make you immortal!

-Come on, let's take a picture.
-For yor grandchildren!

-Heroes, come on!
-Get away from here!

I can preserve your image.

Shoo, jinx!

-I want to take a picture.
-Me, too!

Make sure we look like heroes!

George, let's make
one souvenir photo.

Move closer... more...
all together.

I like it... excellent...
real conquerors.

I don't want to see one smile...
you'll spoil everything!

Watch here!

And... the birdie!

What are you staring at?
Hey, heroes!

Move it!

-Let's go! Faster!
-Move! Move!

Come on! Faster!

The petition... it worked.

George, everybody signed it.

We didn't ask you because... fuck...

Fall in!

What kind of people are you?

Sergeant, sir!

-You, stand at attention.
-How?

To stop revolt among soldiers, these
men are sent here as a punishment!

As a punishment?! I didn't know
that being here is punishment.

Sign here...

What a fool I was! I came here
singing fucking songs!

-Dane, avenge your brother.
-We've been set up!

-Malicious, wagging tongues!
-Shoot.

Brothers! Those were all lies!

-Go ahead, shoot.
-We're brothers now?!

Where are our wives
and sisters, "brothers"!?!

Enough!
I'm sick of your bullshit!

You deserve such replacements.

This was all your idea,
you sorry excuse for a man.

You pushed the soldiers
into revolt.

You ordered the draft
of these poor creatures.

You had no guts to come to
the village and kill me, like a man.

Gavrilo, cut the crap.

Once again, gendarme,
you were wrong!

I was not included in the draft,
I'm a war reject.

I came here on my own will.

Have you done this, because of her?
Because of her?

Don't you mention her.

Stay still!

I told you... witch!

We could've settle this
between the two of us.

Sergeant, sir,
the enemy is preparing to attack!

It seems we won't settle this
in this life.

Into position!

We don't need their commands.

Let's do the job...
they brought us here for.

The replacements are here! Too bad I
won't be able to thank you personally!

-Sergeant, sir...
-Motherfucking sun...

Ninko...

Ninko! Bro!

Finally!

The ones that cursed us...
didn't waste their time.

Let's go, bro.

Across the yards so cursed

The River Sava's banks have burst

The whole village is weeping...

I don't belieive it...
this'll be the last thing I'll hear?

Only my Smiljka's sleeping...

George... forgive us.

We didin't want it
to turn out... like this.

Gavro!

Prepare to charge.

Sergeant, sir!
We can't! The major hasn't...

What are you doing here?

-George! Have you seen that?!
-What?

-Songbird! I'll kill you now!
-Quiet!

Don't come out
until it's all over. Understand?

Take this watch.

It's stil slow...
exactly two hours.

You'll get used to it
by the time you grow up.

Vane, goodbye.

-Songbird!
-Hush! Kraut's will hear us!

He shouts like mad...
a man can't even die in piece.

Our time now... to die.

Why don't they shoot?

Our Czech brothers!
Our Croat brothers!

Don't shoot!

I prey to you, St George...

Zoja-man don't want to hurt!

Songbird!

Iv'e been lookin all over for you!

So, you sing...

I sing all day long...

I can walk by any house...

That's okay...

Fucking... fucking...

Fucking petition...

Vojo...

I wrote those letters...
I was the informer.

Why, on earth?

Just out of... spite.

Hold it, let me unscrew this...

Let's go, Luka.

What are you doing here?!

Gavrilo... I saw him...

I saw him.

-Let me, Vane...
-Ligth our way, kid.

Grandpa taught me...
to walk in the dark.

And so, it went on like that
throughout the 20th Century

English Subtitles:
Zvonimir Ivanov