All language subtitles for Goodbye.20th.Century.1998.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-BLURANiUM

Mirko and Slavko
First Partisan Production

in co-production with
The Macedonian Television

supported by
The Ministry of Culture of Macedonia

"The Almighty Lord got angry in his heart
and said:

I will destroy all evil hearts,
both man and beast,

and the creeping thing
and the fowls of the air,

for it repenteth me
that I have made them."

Book of Genesis, Old Testament

Macedonia, the Balkans,
year 2019...

...Only the animals survived!

A film by
Darko and Aleksandar

Goodbye, 20th Century!

Lazar Ristovski

Nikola Ristanovski

Vlado Jovanovski

Dejan Akimovic, Petar Temelkovski,
Sofija Kunovska Matevska

and Toni Mihajlovski
as The Man With Green Hair

Make Up
Ana Bulajik Crcek

Costume Designer
Roza Trajceska

Set Designers
Bujar Muca and Predrag Andonov

Sound Design and Mix
Branko Neskov

Editor
Petar Jakonic

Music
Risto Vrtev

Director of Photography
Vladimir Samoilovski

Executive Producer
Darko Mitrevski

Written and Directed by

Aleksandar Popovski
and Darko Mitrevski

Wow.

Hot, isn't it?

Very hot.

Wasn't there a tree here last year?

What was our deal?

What was our deal with the trees?

Don't stare at me, what was our deal?

You think you're the only one
who likes trees?

I like trees too, but there are none.

Okay.

If there aren't, there aren't.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,

on Heaven as it is on Earth.

Give us our daily bread
and forgive us our debts

as we also have forgiven our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from the Evil One.

Go fuck yourself.
Go fuck yourself.

With passion transformed into fire,
I light the holy--

Brothel?

In front of me like a naked whore
the whole world stands confused,

inside me there is God's urge,
a suicidal impulse.

Inside me is the cosmos.

My seed creates planets.

That's the way I am.

Blessed by eternity.

I leave you in dust and oblivion.

A hot day to die,

but--

Blood for blood.

Oh son, dear son.

Why did you die so early?

Like a candle you have blown out.

Like a bird you have flown away.

Oh son, dear son.
Huh?

Oh son, dear son.

Why did you die so early?

Like a candle you have blown out.

Like a bird you have flown away.

Come on.

You're a cursed man, Kuzman.

The ground won't take you.

If you see us, run away fast.

If you ever return,
we'll bring evil upon you.

We'll burn your house down
and kill all of yours!

And if you want to go to her

you can--

but only as a dead man.

Well, that's all from us.

Now, you're on your own.

Why are you staring at me like that?

I'm not staring.

So, you're calling me a liar?

Okay.

Are you up for a shave?

It's cheap.

If you give me a nickel,
I'm going to shave you all.

I'll give, I'll give.

How about you give me two nickels?

I'll shave you and I'll cut your hair.

Okay.

Okay, huh?

What if I don't shave you at all?

What if I--

What if I give you two nickels
and prophesize to you?

How about I smash your face in?

How about you smash my face in
and don't give a shit about it?

You fucked up.

So, you fucked up.

Everybody wants to shave,

but no one wants to know
what is waiting for them?

What kind of people are you?

One thing isn't clear to me,

don't you care what will happen to you?

Will there be a new war?

Will there be an earthquake?
Who will come to power?

When are you going to die?

How many children you will have?

Do you know how many things
I have to tell you?

So many things I have to tell you,

but nobody wants to ask.

Ask me something, feel free.

Go on, ask.

Ask me, you motherfucker.

What was my mother's name?

Nadezda.

Bullshit.

Bullshit, yes.

Thank God it's bullshit.

I am a prophet,

I can't see what has happened,
I can see what will happen.

You, for example,

you can't die, right?

Well, you can't, of course not.

You think that is easy,

that you can die whenever you like?

Have you bothered to ask anyone?

Have you asked anyone,

me, for example?

Who are you?

What do you mean, who am I?

I told you who I am.

I am a prophet, disguised as a barber.

Let's see who you are.

You are Kuzman, right?

The man who can't die.

The ground won't take you.

You see?

It's not up to me.

Like hell, it's up to me.

Why are you so fixated on dying?

I'm not fixated,

I am--

dead.

They shot me.

They shot you?

Who shot you?

Your turn first,

what's going to happen to me tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, you will arm yourself
and you will be on your way.

Who shot you?

My own people.

Why did they shoot you?

Why do I have to arm myself?

Because you'll have to fight.

Why did they shoot you?

They think it's my fault
that all the children died.

Who do I have to fight against?

I'll tell you later.

Please continue,
what happened to the children?

Nothing in particular,

in the last three months
all the children died.

The priest said it was my fault.

What do you think,

did the children die because of you?

I have been with many women,

beautiful women--

Well, I couldn't get a hard-on
with these women.

So?

So, nothing.

The priest told me
to go to church and pray.

I went, I said a prayer,

and while I was praying, I saw a--

fresco of a saint woman.

And?

Who do I have to fight?

With one who plays music on a rifle.

A guy with hair.

And?

Who's the man who plays music on a rifle?

A guy with green hair.

What happened when you saw the saint?

I liked her.

You liked her?

Tell me more about that guy.

He will tell you himself.

You liked her?
Then what?

Then I got a hard-on.

You got a hard-on?

Yes, I got a hard-on.

Okay, you got a hard-on.
You said that already.

Then what?

Then I took all my clothes off.

He fucked her.

I knew it, he fucked her.

Where did you get that idea?

Where did you get the idea?
You have gone mad.

Where did you get the idea
to fuck a saint?

I didn't get an idea,
I got a hard-on--

because of the look.

She wouldn't take her eyes off me.

I thought that she loved me,

that she loved me passionately,
like a real woman.

I thought that it--

it seemed so natural
to take my clothes off

in front of someone
who was looking at me so passionately,

and I took my clothes off.

A few days later,
the children started dying.

The priest said that
there were tears on the fresco.

He said the saint had
taken her revenge because of something.

So, I admitted it.

I confessed.

I felt sorry for the children.

So, they shot me.
My own people.

And if you were to die,

is there anyone who would cry for you?

There is.

A woman.

A woman?

Okay.

Look now, regarding the man
who plays music on a rifle,

he is the keeper of the Glass City.

Underneath the city there's a wall
where the fate of all mankind is written,

there you'll find your own.

Read it and you will know

what you have to do so you can die.

Yes, I almost forgot--
To get inside,

you will have to kill
the man with green hair.

Let's go.

Won't you tell me
what is written on the wall?

Well, if I knew
what was written on the wall

would I send you there?

Hey, what strange people you are.
What a strange seed you are.

Hey, what people you are.

Hey, I lied to you a little.

The future is screwed up,

it is as unpredictable as the past,

like your mother, Ikonija.

Three, four.

Like steel we are
with our united strength.

Our battalion like a hammer is all set.

The evil of Karposh
runs through our veins--

Citizens, the great Emperor
Alexander Wildenbrat was right

when in the cities he built separate
ghettos for children and their mothers

from which they weren't allowed to leave.

They sent the pregnant women there too,

so with their awful appearance

they wouldn't disturb
the peaceful citizens.

He knew that the children,
in the end, were cruel old men.

Loving towards children, citizens,
is like love towards excrement.

The great Emperor Alexander Wildenbrat

would throw up whenever he saw a child.

The smell of a child is the most
disgusting smell, citizens.

When you're sad and when you're lonely,

and you haven't got a friend,

just remember

that death

is not the end.

When the storm clouds gather round you,

and--

And?

And?

When the storm clouds gather round you--

And the heavy rains descend.

Just remember

that death is not the end.

Not the end,

not the end.

Just remember that death is not the end.

Showtime.

Damian.

Marko, Strezo.

Gorazd.

Altana, Teodora, Ikonija.

Konstantin, Kliment.

Kuzman.

Oh, dear mother.

Teddy Floppy-ear.

Rehearsal.

I would like to do
something unusual today,

said the bunny.

Unusual?

Look bunny--

You know, I have to.

That's how it is written for me.

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

Let her go.

She is his sister.

...Macedonia, the Balkans

Macedonia at the beginning
of the 20th century.

We're watching a film sequence
between the two Balkan Wars.

Let's see what the film tape
is telling us

touching on the tooth of time.

This young man is called Dimitri.

The armed men are his brothers.

The man wearing a fez is his father.

The girl in the white dress is his sister.

Dimitri has fallen in love with his sister

and decided to marry her.

We just saw him buy her from their father.

The priest blessed the young couple.

The Orthodox religion

doesn't look kindly
on incestuous marriages,

but it seems that this time
love is stronger than tradition.

The groom kisses his bride

promising that only death
could separate them.

The people present
seem a little uncomfortable

by this strong display of emotions.

Dimitri's brothers lost their patience.

He is taking off
his most beautiful ceremonial clothes.

What are they going to do?

They shot him.

They simply shot him.

We saw the first sin
and the first punishment

that in our century
have been captured on film.

The young priest mourns the dead man.

The family sends their last regards.

The chained bride
says her last goodbye to her brother

whom she loved too much.

And here is the author of this short film,

the local barber and photographer.

In the end, let's ask ourselves,

if this is how the 20th century started,

who knows how it will end?

Why are you staring at me like that?

I'm not staring.

So, you're calling me a liar?

Okay.

What would you like me to get you
for New Year's Eve?

Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?
I've got to get you something.

Tonight, is New Year's Eve.
That is the tradition.

I am Santa Claus.

Santa Claus doesn't exist.

Who the hell are you, kid?
How do they call you?

Kuzman.

Well, Kuzman, Kuzman,
it's not nice to talk like that.

You are a big boy now.
Soon, you will finish school.

You should know,

tomorrow is the first day
of the 21st century.

Mankind is on the threshold of a new era.

There'll be new challenges,
new spaces ahead.

We will navigate through the universe.

Well, maybe you will become
a famous astronaut!

Oh, go fuck yourself.

Macedonia, the Balkans
31st December 1999

Good evening to you.

Welcome to the last night
of the 20th century.

Today is 31st of December, 1999.

I am Apollo Ravniaski

and tonight, with me
is our charming guest--

Ksantipa KittyCat.

Ksantipa.

There at Vardar, it pours its own water.

And Vodno spreads its nice character.

There is Skopje, my beautiful looking city

that bloomed my dreams.

My hometown of children's sweet dreams.

Youth, what are you doing?
The most precious of all.

I will forever love your beauty.

Skopje, my beloved city.

And far away from it
I have not been happy.

But when I come back
it is very nice to me.

My hometown of children's sweet dreams.

Youth, what are you doing?
The most precious of all.

I will forever love your beauty.

Skopje, my beloved city.

And far away from it
I have not been happy.

But when I come back
it is very nice to me.

There at Vardar, it pours its own water.

And Vodno spreads its nice character.

There is Skopje, my beautiful looking city

that bloomed my dreams.

Why are you like that?
Did someone die?

My brother.

Isn't it obvious?

May God forgive him.

Die?
When did he die?

This morning.
And what about you?

What about me?

The rent.
Are you going to pay it?

We've been waiting three months.

It will happen.

I know it will happen, I know.
I am asking when?

You will have to wait a little.

I can't wait for you.

My brother, if he wants
he can wait for you.

Make an agreement and leave together.

Peter--

the wheat.

Oh, yes. The wheat.

Please, try some,
for the soul of the deceased.

My condolences.

Thank you.

I'm deeply touched.

You're going to send us all to our graves.

He tasted the wheat
and offered his condolences.

Where to?

If you don't mind,
I will retreat to my room.

We do mind.

It's a small apartment,
there isn't enough room--

and in your room
they're getting the deceased ready.

They are getting him ready?

They are shaving him.
Just sit down and be patient.

Well--

Mom?

Let go of me.

Let go of me.

Don't mind us.

We are all a bit shaken up.

The deceased took us all by surprise.

And today I bought him
a New Year's present,

to settle our differences.

We had a falling out for years.

The deceased was my son.

If you like it, it's yours.

Blasphemer.

Godfather.

Godfather,

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, yeah.

And may God forgive him.

Love me tender, people.

Well, on your head, too.

I don't think so.

Guys, I have to tell you something.

Did you watch
what they said on television?

No. What did they say?

They said that the 21st century

would uncover the false mask
of people's morality.

People set free of their inhibitions

will walk the streets completely naked.

All people?

Everybody.

Everybody.

Male and female.

Even my mother will go naked?

Even my mother, even your mother.

Even Santa Claus.

What about wintertime?

Really, people,
I've been talking about summer all along.

You know,

I've heard something totally different
about the coming century.

The 21st century will never come.

Oh, that's just great. Bravo, bravo.

Time is cyclical
and is divided into stages.

Each stage has its beginning and its end.

Between the stages there is a pause
just like in musical rhythm.

Our time is a perfect musical masterpiece,

which soon must come to an end.

Let's say that we're not interested.

We freaked out.

Yes, yes, yes.
We freaked out, we freaked out.

Peter, go check on the barber.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Kids, give the hat back.

How is it going?

Bad.

Bad? Can't be that bad.

Dear relatives, let's serve each other,

for the soul of the deceased.

Careful not to catch on fire.

Oh, just shut up.

Well, no one believes me.

Oh, no.

Well, I might be a conservative man

but you--

you are idiots.

You are idiots.

I can't believe it,
I just can't believe it.

Not to have the least bit of respect
for a dead man.

Who taught you to behave like that?

Let's shit on his head now.

I understand you don't mourn my brother.

I know you couldn't wait for him to die,

but at least have some respect
for his death.

Death has meaning

only if someone cries for the dead man.

That's right, people.

A time that nobody cries for
isn't time at all.

I've had enough of you.

One more word out of you
and I will smash your face in.

The 21st century--

Wow.
Wow.

And now, the end is near,

and so, I face the final curtain.

You cunt, I'm not a queer.

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full,

in each and every highway,

and more,

much more than this,

I did it my way.

We freaked out.

Yoo-hoo!

We freaked out.

[Speaking French] I am lying on
the damp straw of love.

All alone with all the others,

desperate and alone.

Tin girl, rusty girl.

Oh my lover, my lover.

Cheers to the shaving.

It's all over now.

Forgive me.
It's not up to me.

Like hell, it's up to me.

A gift--

for you,

for New Year's Eve.

Think of a wish.

Thought of one yet?

I can't think of anything.

Anyway, if we don't see each other again,

Happy New Year.

I told you it's up to me.

I have to go now.

You'll stay here to build a ship,
out of wood.

Build it in partitions, with three floors.

Inside and outside smear it with resin.

At the top leave an opening
for light to come in.

And--

and learn to swim.

The future is as screwed up as the past.

It's like that.

Goodbye, 20th century!

Dedicated to Uncle Nenad.