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ZENICA ORPHANAGE BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA

-You can still back out. -Sir, we just talked about it.

I know that, but if you back out, I won't have to break my promise.

Then you can get that trumpet scholarship and go to college.

Sir, you already gave me the address.

-Just tell me if it's far. -Come on now.

Son, it always ends the same.

So many students went after their family, just like you, Salih.

-It'll come to no good. -All right.

If I don't find the answer, I'll come to no good as well.

Pray for me. You were like a father to me.

Well, there's not much else I can do. I'll pray.

Go ahead.

Hey! Hit him!

-Hit him! -Get him!

-Come on, guys! -Get him good!

-Come on! -All right, stop!

-Stop! Listen. -Yeah?

You don't have to find your father. It's me.

-Shut up! -Hold him!

Salih.

-Tell your mom I said hi. -I'm finding your mom first.

-The bell's ringing. Go to your class! -Godspeed!

Mr. Sadık is over there. Get inside.

Sir, I'm leaving if you'll excuse me.

Use the door.

-Salih, don't go! -Please, don't go.

You rascals.

Get to class. I'll write you a letter. Come on now.

ZENICA ORPHANAGE

Are you looking for someone, son?

I'm looking for a cobbler.

The workshop is in the back. Go ahead.

This place is so steep. I don't know why you bother.

You go out of your way to bring me all these old shoes, İhsan.

Thank you.

-No, it's just that my wife wanted-- -Hello!

Welcome, brother.

If you're going to order shoes, it'll take two weeks.

That's not why I'm here.

Your shoes tell otherwise, though.

-Get him a stool. -No need.

-Do I have to tell you everything? -I have no money anyway.

-I was just-- -Look.

Maybe I just want to help your shoes, not you.

-İhsan. -Yeah?

I can fix these in a couple of days, but your wife's sandals will take a week.

Sandals are more intricate. All right?

Well, I can't object.

Just accept plainly for once.

I think she wants something new to throw at me.

I can arrange that.

-How's your wife Nerma? -She's all right, thank God.

The two of us make a whole person.

-Tell her I said hi. -Sure.

Give them to him, not to me.

He'll get you some slippers.

I hope someday he'll do something without me telling him to.

-Mrs. Mevlide! -Yeah?

A cup of coffee for our guest.

Thanks, brother.

-Do you take sugar? -A lot.

A lot, you say.

Did you hear that, Mom? He's poor but wants a lot of sugar.

He already looks pretty sweet to me.

Tell me, my surprise guest. What are you looking for?

I came from Zenica.

From the orphanage.

Mr. Sadık, our headmaster, had given me his word.

So he handed me your address when I turned 18.

He gave you our address?

-Yes, the cobbler at Simin Han. -I want to hear something nice for once.

I want to hear your teacher say something nice about you.

They shun me because he's lazy.

You dozed off before she finished speaking anyway.

Avni!

I couldn't find the bird nests on my way here.

Someone must've destroyed them.

-Is that so? -Yeah.

I see we have a guest.

I'm sorry. I didn't even see you. Vedat is a handful.

He's smart, but he doesn't pay attention in class.

-Welcome. I'm Nerma. -Thanks. I'm Salih.

Salih? Mom!

What a coincidence. His name is Salih.

I thought about naming my son Salih back in the day. That's why I'm surprised.

-I told her Vedat's a better name. -She did.

-If I may ask, why are you here, Salih? -Yes, Nerma. We were--

But this name thing is so weird, Mirsad.

I just love the name Salih.

Sorry, you were about to tell us why you're here.

I swear, there's a storm going on inside my head.

-Nerma. -I don't know what I'm saying.

Nerma.

You guys hang out. I'll go inside.

-Go ahead, honey. -Vedat has homework anyway.

-Vedat! -Vedat, son!

Come on, go wash up.

My wife talks a lot. Don't mind her.

-Dad. -Yeah?

Don't let Mom come to school. You should come.

Should I now?

How about you study hard so we don't have to come at all?

-But, Dad… -Go!

-You just don't get me, do you? -Stop talking!

I talked to the circumciser. He's coming in next week.

I swear I'll tell him to chop it off!

-My grandson is going to get circumcised-- -What were you saying?

Headmaster Sadık, from Zenica.

Mirsad!

Mr. Sadık, from Zenica…

-Mirsad! -Mirsad.

-I mean-- -Go help her.

-Is there another cobbler here? -No.

-Sadık… -Mirsad, come here!

-Mirsad, just-- -All right already!

I'm sure I'll remember him.

I'm coming!

I'm coming, honey.

Come with me. Come on.

The thing you're trying to make us remember…

We've spent 15 years just to forget it.

You can't stay here.

What is it?

-Mirsad. -Yeah?

Isn't it strange that though the leaves fall every year, it still makes me sad?

Sure, but it's spring now. Isn't it beautiful?

A relative once told me about a beautiful girl in the neighboring village.

I saw her at a wedding ceremony. She was an eyeful.

Nerma. She was pregnant with you.

She was sitting quietly by herself when everyone was having fun.

I asked who she was.

So they told me.

Apparently, they were holed up in her now late uncle's house.

Soldiers barge in.

They shoot her uncle right in front of her.

Nerma was 15 back then, maybe 16.

The animals proceed to assault the girls.

Then their commander arrives.

A so-called commander, appointed by himself.

They all have aliases, but the girls knew the man.

He lives just down the block.

The commander yells at the soldiers, "Stop! Stop it!"

Naturally, the girls think they're saved.

The commander kicks the others out.

Get out!

He then takes Nerma by her hand.

And then he locks her in the room.

All the girls keep yelling her name from behind the door.

Nerma!

They keep banging on the door.

By the next day, Nerma had forgotten everything.

He had a tattoo on his chest. An eagle. That's the only thing Nerma remembered.

She either forgot or doesn't want to remember the rest.

Nerma, I think you should rest.

Did I talk too much again?

No, it's not that. Just lie down.

-I should rest. -Yes.

Okay, but I'm not going to sleep.

Don't, then. Come on.

Vedat's teachers nagged me so much. I don't know what we'll do with him.

It'll be fine.

I'll sing to myself, then.

What should I sing?

-"Vardar Ovası." -Okay.

The plains of Vardar

Mirsad. Mirsad!

-Come lie down next to me. -The kid is waiting.

Five minutes. It'll be fine.

Five minutes.

Nerma was 16 when you were born.

We moved here.

Mirsad doesn't know anything. He was drafted to war.

We left you at the orphanage.

Then, we arranged Nerma and Mirsad's wedding.

Nerma has been taking medication.

She completely forgot about it.

We never told her anything, and we're not going to.

You're not going to, either.

You're not.

She doesn't know you.

"Do you know why the night is dark,

and why the flowers bloom only for a season?"

"Do you know as much as I hate blabbermouths,

I don't want you to ever stop talking?"

They started a new life here.

They have a kid.

I don't know what Mr. Sadık told you, but…

Here's some money.

Take it.

Take these as well.

You can't stay.

Who is he?

What are you going to do?

Who is he?

-I'm cooking beans for dinner. -Okay.

Hi, Hüseyin. What's up?

What was our headmaster's name?

How could I forget? Saffet, of course.

-Maybe you shouldn't go. -I'm going.

-He might be dead. -I hope he's not.

Son…

Are you leaving?

Why did you come? Where are you going?

I mean… I'm…

-I'm a distant relative of your husband. -Is that so?

I was just visiting. Maybe I'll come again.

Okay, Salih.

Salih! Vedat's a nice name, too.

Sure it is.

You're so beautiful.

You're beautiful, too. What's the big deal?

All right. Thanks.

Where is he?

-Who? -The kid.

I don't know. He must've left.

-Where can I find him? -What are you going to do?

Where is he?

He might be dead.

I hope he's not.

Since you're adamant, you might as well go to the right place.

Go to Prijedor.

Prijedor.

-Come on, son. -Come on.

-Off you go. -Be careful.

-He's coming! -Good luck in class, son.

Don't run!

Did I do something wrong?

What do you think? Yesterday, I mean.

I went in the house for five minutes, and he was gone.

Don't worry about it, son.

He's a good kid. I'm sure he'll be fine.

-Who is he? -The soldiers called him Lazar.

They all had aliases.

His real name is Borislav Milić.

He was her neighbor.

BORN: 1962 ADDRESS: PRIJEDOR

Son, sometimes, in order to forgive someone,

you have to punish them first.

He had a tattoo on his chest. An eagle.

That's the only thing Nerma remembered.

Borislav Milić?

Yeah?

Why did you come? Where are you going?

I was just visiting. Maybe I'll come again.

Okay, Salih. Vedat's a nice name, too.

Hello there!

Hello!

Excuse me!

Son, never approach a man from behind if he has a chainsaw. You'll die!

-Are you here for work? -I am.

-Do you have experience? -No, but I'm up for anything.

Are you honest or stupid? What's your name?

-Salih. -Salih.

-What's up, Boris? -Marija, Salih wants to work here.

That's the right t-shirt.

Nice to meet you. My husband Borislav. He supports Partizan.

Let me tell you this, Salih.

Don't be one of the kids he fires after three days. Bear with him.

I'll do my best.

Then, you're hired, Salih. At least for now.

-Marija, don't I get a say in this? -We can't let him have a say,

or the livestock will starve for another month.

-Marija, this was an interview. -Do it later!

The livestock are here. Feed them five times a day.

Come on! Twice a day is enough.

-Salih, where are you from? -Zenica.

-Do you have family there? -I don't have one.

The coops are over there. Mr. Borislav is meticulous with the eggs.

-Do we collect them every other day? -Every day.

Sorry, every day. By the way, how old are you?

-I was born in 1994. -He's 19.

You'll be staying over there.

What was I going to say about the field?

Whatever. Just tell him, Boris.

Good luck, Salih. Hang tight, okay?

Tell him everything properly, Boris.

Marie!

You're only hired because of the red star.

Marija thinks we need three workers here, but one hardworking man is enough.

Not that I can find any.

Leave the bag. Come with me.

Look. This is the workshop.

The garage is behind it. And the slaughterhouse.

The livestock are there. The feed is here.

The orchard is over there. The field is behind it.

You'll take the livestock to the field. Do you hear me?

-Yes, sir. -"Yes, sir?"

I have a perfectly fine name. Borislav Milić!

Come on. You do know what the job is, right?

-Yes, sir. -"Yes, sir."

Look. This is Goran. You can call him "sir."

Don't you people have to stay away from pigs?

-Not a problem. -Not a problem, but haram.

You'll handle the tzatziki, then.

-Tzatziki? -Artificial insemination.

I'll explain it if you can handle the work.

The job is all the chores of the ranch.

You're on a two-week trial. If you can do it, good. If not…

You don't look like you have what it takes anyway.

Don't forget.

I'm not what you think I am.

Well done!

Are you going to hire this idiot just to spite me?

Who hired the last idiot?

I did.

He seems like a good kid. He needs the job.

Let's adopt him if you like him so much.

Was that supposed to be funny?

-Was it? -No, Marija.

-Is it funny? -It's not.

-His name is Salih. -So what?

You know how they treat Muslims in Prijedor.

I wish I could shove this up their ass. I hate discrimination.

I'm sorry. It wasn't funny at all. I'm really sorry.

-Forget it. -Maybe if we made love…

-Maybe we could try. -Stop it.

What do you say? We could try.

What do you say, Marija? Do you want to?

Hang on.

Marija…

Zenica Orphanage.

Hello? Can I speak to the headmaster?

Hang on, please.

-Hello? -Hello, sir.

I'm Mirsad Sejdić, from Simin Han.

-I'm a cobbler. -Hello.

Sir, you sent a kid here the other day.

You gave him my name and address, but…

I'm sorry, but I couldn't remember you. Do we know each other?

Were we supposed to give him a job or something?

I don't mean any disrespect, but that's why I'm calling you.

Is he still there?

No, he just vanished.

He even left his shoes.

Do you know Mrs. Mevlide?

I'm her son.

Look, sir. I only know Mrs. Mevlide.

I don't know anything else.

If I could talk to her… May I?

No, she's not here right now, but…

-It's just-- -Then I have nothing to say, sir.

I'm sorry. Have a nice day.

Hello. Borislav sent me for the saw.

It's right there. Can you come take it?

Here. Look. This one.

I can't seem to get rid of these bugs.

Are you freaking kidding me, guys?

-How are you holding up so far? -Not well.

It was hard for me too.

What do you mean?

Why did you come so far from Zenica?

To get a job.

-Were you here before? -No, it's my first time.

Prijedor can be a bit… uncomfortable for you.

They don't talk about what they did to the Muslims during the war

and the concentration camps.

-Not surprising. -They just call it "a civil war."

They have tons of memorials for the Serbs, but not even a handful for the Muslims.

It's just how it is.

Are you from here?

No, I moved here, just like you.

But not for work. Because I fell in love.

So, Borislav's from here, right?

He's from nowhere.

We met and fell in love here, so we figured it's a lucky city and moved.

What do you think?

It's nice.

One has to be good at at least one thing, Salih.

Like, if your job is to deliver a saw, you should do it.

Come on, now.

Put it there.

Get the pig.

Come on.

Just bring it over here, man.

Come on!

What's wrong?

I'm making potato stew. We haven't eaten one in a long time.

I bet you want some.

Thanks.

You know, this kid…

-Vedat? -No.

The kid from the other day. Salih.

-The one from the orphanage. -Yeah.

The kid just left. There's nothing to do.

I called the orphanage and talked to his headmaster.

His name is Sadık.

He told me

he would only speak with you.

All right. I'll call him, then.

Who is he?

My memory is a bit fuzzy, Mirsad.

He's an old acquaintance.

He sent us a poor kid.

Like we don't have enough trouble. What was he thinking?

What's up, Boris?

Are you about to tell me how sexy I look?

-Are you reading a cookie recipe? -I'm bored.

Stop!

-Stop it. -All right.

Salih?

Salih!

I'm here. Yes?

Were you sleeping with the fish?

It's okay.

How is it okay? Take your clothes off and hang them at the barn.

We have a lot of mosquitoes here.

-Look. I brought you this. -Thanks.

How do you like the perverted room decor?

The kid before you was a metalhead. He drew all over the walls.

This place is supposed to be a guardhouse.

You better watch over us.

Good night.

He had a tattoo on his chest. An eagle.

Lazar. The soldiers called him Lazar.

His real name is

Borislav Milić.

Sometimes, in order to forgive someone, you have to punish them first.

-Dad. -Yeah?

It's not going to hurt, right?

Not at all, son. Don't worry. It won't.

Tell Mom and the others not to look.

Okay. Nerma, don't look!

-Don't look! -Okay, we won't.

-Cover your eyes, kids. -Done.

Count to ten for me.

-Come on. -Count to ten.

One…

two…

-Yeah? -…three…

-There you go! It's done! -Good job, Vedat!

Mirsad?

Mirsad, where have you been? I looked everywhere.

I'm here.

They haven't tied the balloons well. Half of them flew away.

It's the kids' fault, too. It's like they have to untie them.

I told them a hundred times not to untie them, but no one listens.

They were so beautiful.

-They just don't understand. -It's okay, honey. It's not a big deal.

The cakes are good, though.

Have you tried the fruity one?

You haven't?

I hope there's some left. It was delicious.

-Take a seat. -I can't--

Just take a seat, honey.

Come on. Please. Take a seat.

Just one. Together.

What about the drugs?

Just one. Come on.

It'll be fine.

I guess.

There you go.

Then, to our son's future.

I hope we'll drink at his graduation, his wedding, on every happy occasion…

God bless him.

My Salih didn't cry at all.

Thank God.

Thank God.

It's Vedat.

Right. Vedat.

Salih, have you built a wall before?

You haven't.

-I can improvise. -Sure.

-Come on, Boris. We have to go. -I'm coming, Marija!

Three parts sand, one part cement. Mix it with water, and you'll have mortar.

Lay the bricks, spread the mortar. Rinse and repeat.

You'll finish it before we're back. It's easy.

-I noticed you locked the door twice. -He's still on trial.

We haven't called ahead. Are they even home?

Leave it at the door, then.

-Where are you going, Boris? -I forgot my wallet!

I'd be surprised if he didn't forget anything.

Salih!

Salih!

Salih!

Salih!

I'm here!

-Where were you? -Taking care of the sheep.

Come with me.

Look, Salih.

Don't do other stuff when I give you a task.

Are we clear?

Good.

Clean up afterwards.

-Left, right, one, two… -Left, right…

-You too, come on. -Left, right…

-Let me see you do it. -Left, right…

Left, right…

Let's form a line. One, two,

three! Let's go!

He's having more fun than the kids.

He's the same at home. He's crazy.

We can't thank you enough, Marija. I mean, the bikes and all…

Don't mention it. No one is going to buy my bikes anyway.

At least they like them here. As long as the kids are happy.

I have to go.

Kids, I'm leaving.

-No! -Yes!

-Goodbye! -Goodbye, Marija!

PRIJEDOR ORPHANAGE

-I'll take that. -No, take the other ones.

I was going to give you some stuff for your kitchen. Look.

I'll give them to you now.

Do you cook?

Sure.

When was this taken?

About 15 years ago.

When Boris was in Germany.

Cool hair, am I right?

-You weren't here during the war? -We weren't. Grab those.

I saw things were going south here,

so I escaped to Germany for about five years.

Then I fell in love.

And got married. That's my life.

Any other questions?

-Do you have any other tattoos? -Sure I do.

I know you do. Okay.

It's been two days. Not now.

Salih, put those on the upper shelf. This as well.

Put all of them there.

-Dad. -Yeah?

Where's Mom?

I don't know.

Okay.

Go ahead.

-Run. -I got you! You couldn't find me.

-You couldn't! I won! -Mom! I can't run in these.

Why did you wear those huge shoes? Take them off.

-One more round, then you're going to bed. -All right.

Mom.

-Mom? -Yeah?

Did you call the headmaster? What did he say?

Enough with the headmaster!

Why do you care?

Why are you yelling? What did I say?

Mirsad, just drop it.

Thank you, Doc, but…

Won't she ever be completely fine?

Her condition is not that bad, you know.

Is she always going to take the drugs?

Well, we're naturally being cautious here, but…

It's actually your call.

Are you ready?

I don't remember exactly what her drugs were, but…

It must be a lot.

I have the prescription here.

Are you always carrying it around?

-Usually. -Okay.

Let me see.

Let's just cut these two. We'll try and see what happens.

Okay. So she won't have to take these two.

I just want Nerma to look at me without any drugs in her body.

She will. She might space out a bit, but she'll look at you.

I'll come by next week.

How are you holding up?

-Better than the orphanage. -You're making progress, then.

Tend to the flowers. It's good for you.

No, thanks.

It's not manly, right?

You're just like Borislav.

It's not that.

Our headmaster loved flowers, so we were all like gardeners.

I got the t-shirt then. Otherwise I don't like football.

-Really? You don't? -Unfortunately.

-Don't tell Boris. It's between us. -All right.

There you go, then.

It'll remind you of your headmaster.

Thank you so much.

I guess you and Borislav don't have any children, huh?

No. It's just the two of us.

Good night.

Good night.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Vedat, slow down!

-You seem quiet. -You don't like it when I talk, either.

That's not why I asked.

Come on. God…

I'm okay, Mirsad. Don't worry.

I quit the drugs, but you're the one who feels bad.

You're right.

Should I take them for myself?

Maybe they'll shut me up.

Get up.

Come with me.

What was that on your bed?

I play a bit.

It look's like an elephant's dong. Why bother?

I learned it at the orphanage.

It's an electrical fire.

The kid is stuck up there.

-Who called you? -Gavrilo.

-The fire department? -They're on their way, but…

-The front door is jammed. -We'll break it.

Let's break the door!

Come on, people!

-How many people? -One kid, around 16 years old.

-Come on! -Bring it here.

Salih, pour water on the rope.

Come on, faster!

-Where is the kid? -The northern wing.

-Break the door! -Come on!

Pull, guys!

Be careful!

-Come on! -Let's do it!

Come on!

Boris!

Over here!

Be careful!

Help out!

-Come on, guys! -Come on!

Over here!

Come on!

Help with the rope!

Pull it!

Son! Where is my son?

-Where is he? -My son!

It's not moving, Ratko.

-What do we do? -Pull it!

Come on, pull it!

My son!

My child!

-Let me go! -Come on, pull!

-My son! -I'm going in!

My son is in there!

Son!

Son!

My boy!

Son! My son!

My boy…

How did you just jump in there?

If a child's life at stake, you don't have time to think.

-You guys were very organized, though. -Thanks to our army days.

I thought you weren't in the army?

I didn't tell you I wasn't in the army. I told you I didn't go to war.

Salih, you ask too many questions.

Why are you asking so many questions?

Mirsad!

Mirsad…

Nerma?

-Nerma? -Mirsad!

-Honey. -Mirsad!

-I'm here, honey. -Mirsad!

-Mirsad! -I'm right here.

It's okay, honey. Calm down. It's all right.

Dad?

Dad, what's wrong?

Nothing, son. Go to sleep.

I'm okay.

Are you okay?

Do you need water?

-Mom? -On it.

There you go, honey.

There you go. Drink.

Don't rush. Slow down, honey.

Take the glass. It's over, honey. It's over.

Everything's okay.

-The bugs did that? -Unfortunately. I couldn't stop them.

-You're up early. -There's work to do.

Don't forget to take breaks. Don't mind Boris. I'll handle him.

-Thanks. -Hit the town, walk around,

maybe find a girlfriend…

Is it that simple?

I mean, it's your call, but I think it'd be even harder here.

Look at the place.

You're right. I'll do that.

And maybe you'll hit the town with this.

It's yours.

Come. Try it.

-There you go. -Thank you so much.

When we were kids, it felt like a bike would solve everything.

Then we got bikes, but the roads were not there anymore.

Life's short, Salih. One should try and fall in love.

I swear he can't see.

Wow, the kings of dogs are here!

You are the kings of dogs, my dudes!

-What's up? -Not much. You?

Leave him alone.

Sorry, we were a bit "smoked" last night. Where were you?

-I didn't know. -We forgot to send your invite. Sorry.

Salih!

-Salih! -I'm here.

Let's go.

Where to?

Wherever you want.

What? Are you going to pick flowers with Marija?

What happens if men pick flowers?

They'll go soft, Marija.

-Aren't you bored with him yet? -If I ever am, I'll remember you, Dejan.

-Hey! -Boris!

-Hey! -Come on!

Stay away from my wife!

You animals won't ever grow up.

-I'll shoot an ox for you! -Sure.

-I'll bring you an ox! -I'll hold you to that.

-Just go, Boris. -Come on!

You're too loud!

-Just go, please! -Come on, people!

Gavrilo! The bottle.

The bottle.

Thanks, Marija.

Hunting will make you live longer, Salih.

Remember two things when you're shooting.

One: hold the rifle firmly against your shoulder.

If you're not careful,

it'll bash your skull or dislocate your shoulder.

Did you hear me?

The rifle doesn't ask questions. It just kicks.

Take it.

Do you understand?

Hold your breath when you're shooting.

Just like a dead man.

You can't kill unless you die.

Do you understand?

Hold your breath.

If you do, you'll shoot with your eye,

and not from your ass.

Any questions?

Thank God, I thought there was a sniper.

Good. You have it in you after all.

Go slow but never hesitate.

Calm down.

Don't shoot. Let's not tear it up.

Slowly.

-Hold its head! -Come on!

Hold it!

All right. You see? My bullet went through its head.

-My ass! -What?

I wonder whose bullet it is.

Etch your names on them from now on, so that we…

-What's up? -Nothing.

-What is it? -Nothing.

It's nothing. Okay?

It's nothing. All right?

It's okay.

It's okay.

This is how you'll learn to hunt. Let's go.

-Mr. President! -Yeah?

Give me the rakija.

-Does it fit? -It fits just fine, Marija. Come on.

Nice.

So nice. I look like a gift box.

-Salih, what's going on? -I burned some coffee beans.

-Coffee beans? -Yeah.

It'll chase the bugs away.

Really?

Our headmaster taught us.

I thought we could maybe save the other flowers.

Then, these are for you. Things he doesn't wear anymore.

-We're even. -Thank you.

Don't go in just yet.

Salih, thank you.

-What? -It looks good.

What? What did you say?

I said it looks good.

Wait!

You wear it, then.

Off you go.

-Nerma. -Yeah?

What are you doing?

I'm dancing.

-Come outside. -I can't, Mirsad. I feel exhausted.

Mom, please come.

Come on, you. It's not like you're going to lift rocks.

Mommy, please.

All right.

Surprise!

See, İsmet and his family are here. We're having a picnic.

Take this. It'll protect you from the evil eye.

We'll all feel better when you feel better.

-Come on, Vedat. -Just humor us.

Okay, but I should've prepared--

Everything is ready.

Godspeed.

Come here.

Get over there.

You're not locking?

You already gave him all my shirts. There's nothing to take.

Like you wore them.

Goodbye, Marija!

Goodbye!

Borislav and I are about to give up on it.

Why?

Two years is normal. There are 150 families waiting.

I think we won't have any kids, ever.

-What about the treatment? -It didn't work. We're done with that.

Over there!

Run!

-Run! -Come on!

Hi, honey.

Let's go, Mirsad.

I can't take it.

Why? What happened?

Let's just go. I can't stay here.

-Are you okay, honey? -I don't want to stay here.

All right. Let's go.

Get up. Let's go.

Salih!

-Get over here. -Come to the table. We're having dinner.

Don't worry. We grilled some lamb for you. There you go.

Forget lambs, forget pigs.

I'll grill a camel on the backyard for your birthday.

We'll have to tidy it up, Boris.

I gave Salih the instructions.

The backyard will be perfect on your birthday.

When's your birthday, Salih?

-I don't know. -How can you not know?

We only know the day we were left at the orphanage.

Woe is you.

Go get your horn.

-What's that? -He plays the trumpet.

-Really? -I'll play later. Not now.

How nice. You should play.

-Not tonight. -Just do it.

Please, another day.

-All right. -The Bosnian stubbornness.

Albanians are the ones who're famously stubborn.

Albanian, Bosnian, Serbian… All stubborn.

Then let's drink to Bosnians, Albanians, stubbornness, and Serbians.

-To Cameroonians! -Sure.

You should drink too.

Salih…

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Come on, the fish won't wait!

-Okay, I'm coming. -Hurry.

Mirsad?

I'm here.

-What's going on? -Nothing. I just wanted one.

I'll be sad if you start again.

I won't. Don't worry.

Go to bed. I'll be there.

I won't sleep either, then.

All right. I'm done.

Let's go to bed.

The pants are ugly, but the shirt is nice.

I guess this would be my life if I had a son.

We would hunt, we would fish,

we would drink, we would live.

I suspected you when you first arrived.

Like, "Who is he? A Muslim in Prijedor, looking for a job."

You were asking weird questions, you glared at me.

I mean, you are weird.

But you're just as weird as me.

And I like having someone who can pee standing around.

Salih.

Your trial period is over. Welcome.

Thanks.

Don't worry about the orphanage business from now on.

I mean, I did have a father,

but the bastard raised me like he raised his pit bull.

You turned out well, though.

So? Where are my shoes?

Wow, look at these.

Avni, get out.

You made them in a jiff. It's not like you to be this fast.

-Mom. -Yeah?

Nerma is having nightmares.

Well, maybe her medicine needs to change.

She raised hell last night, too.

She keeps saying "Salih" when she's dreaming.

Mirsad, enough.

I came for the shoes.

Don't spoil my mood, please.

Look. Tell me if you know anything.

Tell you what? I don't know.

There's nothing to tell! You're just looking for trouble.

So, the headmaster, Sadık, a complete stranger,

knows more about me and my wife than I do?

-These are too small. -Mom!

We caught the entire lake, Marija. He's one lucky orphan.

-Congratulations. To you as well, Salih. -I'll go change.

-Hurry up. We need to head to town. -All right.

-How are you, Salih? -Fine.

-Is something wrong? -No.

So, nothing's wrong?

But you've packed your bag.

Where are you going?

I'm really sorry. I couldn't bring myself to tell you.

Is something troubling you?

I have to find my parents.

That's why.

I see. Of course.

Do you have any idea who they are, where they are?

No.

It's a war story, right?

Like there's any other story around here.

Aren't you scared?

Why would I be?

I mean, there are so many things that could go wrong.

I guess I'll have to see.

Because when I saw that you were happy here… You are happy, right?

I am. I'm very happy.

I guess I thought this place could make you forget the past.

It didn't. It doesn't work like that.

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-Marija? -Hi, Dejan.

Welcome.

-Why are you buying so many lights? -I'm starting a nightclub.

Why did I even ask?

Just mind your own business, you dick!

All right. Stop nagging me, you sissy.

The bottle is almost done. What are we betting for?

I don't know. Dinner?

Might as well bet on pebbles.

Think of something solid if you're going to bet.

For instance… the loser has to get a tattoo.

-Is it on? -It's on.

Does your horn work?

What?

-It's a trumpet. -Trumpet. Right.

I heard that if you stop playing it even for three days, you'll forget it.

-That's true. -That ungrateful horn.

When could it be?

He was left after the war.

-What year? -Should be around 1994 or 1995.

-Thanks. -No worries.

Do you think we could reach his parents?

Well, you're talking about 1994. We have to consider every possibility.

How about we find some records?

Maybe he could find his mom or a relative. I just want to try.

Of course, we don't know the circumstances.

Come on, Marija. Let it go.

It's been 20 years. Instead of letting bygones be bygones, you--

-So? -So, you never know.

Let it go and don't drag me into it.

Dejan, I don't need you to give me advice.

I've already heard the same advice.

Are you sifting rice?

Yeah.

Hi, honey.

It's difficult, Mirsad.

-What is? -Without the drugs, I mean.

-I'm sure it is. -I've forgotten how hard it was.

Honey, it's difficult but it's real at least.

Yeah, it is real, but…

is the reality good?

-Are you scared? -Not at all.

Hey! I scared the crap out of you.

You've started early.

We're ranchers. We don't care what time it is.

We just look at the sun. How do I turn this on?

I'm busy, Boris. Come on, leave it alone.

Stay away!

You're an animal, man.

Don't insult me. Salih needs a tattoo.

I'll do it later, Boris. I have to--

I swear you'll get the needle!

-I can't deal with this. -Then don't.

-Do whatever you want. -I will.

I'm leaving.

Hey, moron!

Leave the keys!

He's gone.

The shitty tattooist is gone,

but the best tattooist in the Middle East and the Balkans is still here,

and his name is Borislav Milić.

I don't like flowers.

I like axes.

Boris, we need to talk.

I don't like books.

I don't like glasses.

Boris, listen.

I love you.

I do.

-We have to do something for Salih. -What?

-We have to do something for Salih. -What else can we do?

You might as well breastfeed him.

Boris, get up.

Get up. Get off of me, Boris!

Breastfeed him?

Do you even hear yourself?

Get a hold on yourself.

There's a limit.

Marija.

I'm sorry.

Hey. Calm down.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't upset you as much, does it? The fact that we can't have kids.

Marija…

we're not going to have any kids.

It's what God wants.

There's you, there's me.

There's no one else.

You know what I pray for?

I pray that every woman who wants to can have kids.

Sometimes it happens even if they don't want it to.

-Boris. -Yeah?

Having a child would suit you so well.

The chickens are hungry. The sheep are still in the pen.

That's what happens when you drink till dawn.

He made me.

Is that so? This is not a hotel, Salih.

Paint your room as a punishment. If you want another color, go buy it.

Did you ask for that tattoo?

I guess.

You need an ointment.

Now there's two of you! Bravo!

Salih!

Salih!

Get up. We're leaving. Get up.

-What happened? -We're going to the hospital.

His stomach. He drank too much. It's spasms or--

-It's not! -Get up, Boris.

-No! -Get up, Boris.

-Leave me alone. I want to sleep. -Boris, get up!

-All right. -His shoes.

I'm fine.

Come on. Salih, help me.

-Marija, I'm fine. -Enough already!

I'm fine! She's exaggerating!

-I'll go get the car, Salih. -All right. Go.

-Borislav-- -Come.

Borislav, stop!

Are you okay?

Come on. Marija!

Come on.

Nice tattoo.

-How could you do this to me? -Don't drink so much next time.

-Are you okay? -It's not perfect, but it's a nice tattoo.

Salih, I'm fine. Here, look.

You talk too much, Salih. Help me up.

-Did you hear me? -Yes.

Son, listen to your teacher. Stop messing around in class.

But Sıddık makes me laugh, Dad.

-Mom. -Yeah?

What did you say to Salih?

What?

What did you say to him?

What did you tell him?

Go play with Hüseyin.

-I was eating. -You're full. Let's go.

You two just can't let it go, can you?

Whatever you said to him made him run away.

I see him in my dreams every night.

Honey, you're not okay.

I'm perfectly fine, Mom. Just tell me already.

-Come on, Mom. -Just drop it!

I'm not going to tell you.

And you… get your wife new medicine or something.

Did you give him these?

Why did you give them to him?

I asked him to leave. I told him he can't stay.

Why, though?

Honey, I lost enough during the war.

You lost your youth.

My son lost his leg.

It's enough.

Enough already. Don't make me say anything else.

Mom… Mom, come back.

Mom, get back here!

You're going to tell me!

You will tell me!

Why are you hiding it? Mom, come on!

Open the door, Mom!

Open the door!

Please, Mom. I beg you. Open the door.

Mom!

Tell me what happened to me!

God damn me.

Why did I lose my youth? Why?

Nerma.

She won't open.

Let's not ask her again.

Please, let's stop asking her.

I didn't lose my leg while fighting the enemy.

I lost it while I was running away.

I was deserting when I stepped on that landmine.

I wasn't among the courageous. I was one of the cowards.

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You might as well have left me money. You could've said you were leaving.

-What do you take me for? -Sorry.

-I'm not here for that. -No, really.

I'm really not here for that. Something strange happened.

I was looking at the patient's file, and then I saw you.

His name is Borislav Milić.

I first saw that name on my phone, after you left.

And the second time I see it, you're here. It just struck me odd, you know.

Maybe it's karma.

-Anyway, that's it. See you. -Hang on.

Look. I'm truly sorry. Really.

I had to leave that day, that's why I…

It's okay. You don't have to say anything.

You don't have to say anything, either. I mean, in there.

Don't mention that I searched his name.

All right.

How are you? You look fine.

-I'm perfect. -Thanks.

The results are good.

-Good! -If the treatment is over, I can--

-Who told you it was over? -I certainly didn't.

But there's a party.

Boris, are you insane?

Tamara, you're invited.

What party?

Do you know each other?

-No, we just met. -Was it "nice" to meet her?

Was it "nice" for you? Salih's a good kid.

-Let's see your blood pressure. -I'm healthy as an ox.

Come on.

The lights, the socks, the meat are all ready.

I guess the bike worked.

Here. It's yours.

Just in case.

You can keep your letter, too.

We'll be here tonight. See you tomorrow.

-Is there anything I can do? -No.

I'm in for a romantic night with my husband.

-Oh, don't forget to lock the house up. -Okay.

Your blood pressure is okay. See you later.

-See you. -Thanks, Tamara.

You're welcome.

Salih, she's beautiful.

When are you going to come back?

Ask your dad, son.

Isn't the cobbler going to see me off?

-Grandma. -Yeah?

Can I come with you to Auntie's?

Not now, son. See you.

He says he's working.

I see what's happening here.

Hello.

I'm looking for Borislav Milić.

What for? I'm his son.

-I came here to work. -We don't have any openings.

A friend of your dad's told me to speak with him.

I see. Go ahead, then. See if you can speak with him.

I guess his "friend" doesn't know him.

I see. I guess I got the wrong info.

-Hello? -Hi, Salih. Where are you?

I don't really know. I'm just walking around.

You're walking around? Okay.

We're leaving the hospital. Come to the ranch, okay?

Hello?

-Salih, come to the ranch, okay? -Okay.

-See you. -All right.

Dear sons of bitches,

as I start my letter, I'd like to say, to hell with the past.

Mr. Sadık told me not to meddle with it, but I did anyway.

I couldn't find out much, let me tell you that.

In case some of you idiots have the same idea,

for instance, if that moron, Ziya, wants to finds his mom,

he should come find me first and hear what I have to say.

The world is not like the orphanage, guys.

I'm in Prijedor.

I was told they don't like our kind, but I'm working at a ranch out of town.

I have a bed. No one bothers me.

Most importantly, it doesn't stink like the mess hall did.

So, life's not too bad.

It's good, even.

This is a nice place.

Drop by if you happen to be around.

I'll add your moms on Facebook. Yours truly, Salih.

Actually, tonight has another meaning.

I won't be able to do it if I keep rambling on, so…

-Boris? -Yeah.

Everyone should know their birthday. That's all.

-That's all? -Yes.

It's better if everyone knows what day they were born on.

And that's why… Where is he?

-Salih, happy birthday! -Yeah.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Sing, people!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Salih

Happy birthday to you

Bravo!

Go blow your candles!

We're too busy singing here!

There you go. Nice.

Make a wish and blow!

Come on.

-There you go. -Bravo!

-Bravo! -There he goes!

Bravo!

Boris, look at what we're doing.

Nice.

Hey, musician! What happened?

Bravo!

The horn works after all.

Wow. Come on, then.

Good night. I'll tidy the place up in the morning.

Salih.

I get that you have to look for your parents,

but you can still stay.

We can look for them together.

We like having you here.

Look. Boris is happy too.

Okay?

Okay.

Thanks for the evening.

-Good night. -Good night.

We'll see. They'll surely tell me if they have him on their records.

I wonder why we don't have it in our archives.

I'll take any relative.

Hello? Hi, sir.

I'm Dora Jančić, the headmaster of the Prijedor Orphanage.

I'm looking someone's records.

Can I speak with Mr. Sadık?

Okay, I'll hold.

You can't earn money like this anymore. Times have changed.

It's the only job I can do.

-Thanks, honey. -Thanks.

Don't think like that, Mirsad.

Just think, man.

-Hello? -Let's just…

Sorry for bothering you, ma'am. I'm Marija. I'm calling from Prijedor.

-Can I speak with Mrs. Mevlide? -This is her.

Mrs. Mevlide, I got your number from the Zenica Orphanage.

We have a help at our ranch. His name is Salih.

He lives with us. I mean, he lives at our ranch.

I don't know what to say exactly, but…

I just thought maybe we can help Salih.

I'm sorry for bothering you.

Where did you say you were?

In Prijedor. We have a small ranch near Tepića.

He helps us with the chores.

I don't have any idea what you've been through.

I thought you deserved to know.

Salih is looking for you, too.

Maybe…

-Tepića, was it? -Yes.

Just ask for Marija's ranch. Everyone knows the place.

I called in case you wanted to meet him.

Mrs. Mevlide, you're always welcome. We're very close to the village.

But, of course, if you don't want to…

You have the wrong number.

Hello?

Borislav Milić?

Borislav, you've got mail!

What?

I need his signature.

He needs your signature!

Just handle it!

I'm going to go see Salih, Mirsad.

I just can't live like this.

I know you'll be mad that I left without telling you, but I have to see him.

Maybe it'll help me.

Mom!

Mom, Nerma's gone.

Okay, honey.

Did you hear me? She went to see Salih!

I tried to hide it, but you two wouldn't stop meddling!

Where did she go, Mom? Tell me.

Back then they ruined our lives, and someone had to fix it.

Is this how you fix it?

How dare you hide this from me for all these years?

She's my wife!

It's not like you didn't know.

Has it never occurred to you?

How else could you marry the fairest girl around here?

Salih?

How are you?

How did you get here?

Someone called me.

Who did?

Was it Marija?

Are you alone?

Salih, can you get me a glass of water?

I'll go get it.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Should we have gone to town?

Why?

I invited Mrs. Mevlide here. She's my guest.

Stay here.

Or don't. Your call.

-Sorry for bothering you. -Don't mention it.

-This is Salih's home, so to speak. -Thank you.

I'll leave you alone.

I'll be in the kitchen.

She's a good woman.

-You look well. -I am.

It's a nice place to work.

I'm happy to hear that. I'm well, too.

I don't lose track of my thoughts anymore.

She called you "Mevlide."

She just called her and started talking, so I didn't tell her I was Nerma.

I'm okay now. See, I came all the way down here by myself, Salih.

I'm not taking any drugs anymore.

I remember. You were at our place, weren't you?

You were.

You told me I was beautiful.

Then you just left.

What happened, Salih? Why did you leave like that?

Nothing happened.

Something happened, Salih. Did Mevlide tell you to leave?

-What did she tell you? -Nothing.

She told you something, and you left. What did Mevlide tell you?

Nothing.

Salih.

What happened to me, Salih?

Salih, what happened to me?

I don't know.

-What happened to me, Salih? -I don't know.

Our headmaster…

He gave me your address, that's why I…

Salih, what happened to me?

You might be the only one who knows. Please, tell me, what happened to me?

I don't know.

I don't want to know, either. Not anymore.

All right. Just answer me this.

Are you my son?

Are you my son, Salih?

Why would a mother leave her son?

How could a mother do that? Why would she? Something must've happened to me.

Who am I?

Who am I?

I only know who I am.

Who are you?

I am my mother's wound.

Where's the restroom?

In there.

Mrs. Marija, I'm leaving.

Oh, why? Hang on.

Who's this?

-My husband. He's-- -Borislav Milić.

Yeah…

My neighbor.

Your neighbor?

They kicked in the door.

They barged in.

They called him Lazar. We were confused.

What are you talking about?

I remember.

Salih!

He had a tattoo. An eagle.

That man raped me.

What?

His mom's name was Helena. His father was a mechanic.

He had a big, red, worn-out jeep.

They went to see the game every week.

Salih!

-What are you saying? -He supported Partizan.

It's him. He always wore the same black jacket.

-It had-- -Salih, come here!

His jacket had a lot of words on it. It's him.

Salih, this is him. It's Borislav Milić.

-It's Lazar! -No, it's not him.

-Salih-- -Wait. I'll explain it to you.

-It's him! -There are a lot of Borislav Milićs.

Salih, what is this?

-It's not him. -You're his son, Salih.

-I swear, I remember-- -Leave.

-Hang on. -Leave!

The scar! He had a scar!

He should have a scar on his neck! I did that!

He told them that we were his neighbors.

I thought we were saved.

They raped thousands of women.

They kept us in hangars, just so we couldn't get abortions.

It's him, Salih!

He wasn't here during the war. He has photos.

Of course he'd lie.

I remember, Salih.

Mevlide left you at Zenica.

But his tattoo…

He doesn't have an eagle.

The shitty tattooist is gone,

but the best tattooist in the Middle East and the Balkans is still here,

and his name is Borislav Milić.

You're my son.

You are my son.

Everyone killed everyone during the war, but…

these men raped us.

I left you.

Forgive me.

But never forget.

Never forget what they did to us.

-You have to go now. -You're my son.

Leave.

-Marija-- -Go!

-Get out! -Hang on!

-Wait. -Nerma!

It's him, Salih. Let's go.

Salih, it's him. Please, let's go.

Boris, what is this woman talking about?

What is she talking about, Boris?

I didn't start the war.

It happened overnight.

They would've killed us if we didn't kill them.

Just look. They found us again.

We shouldn't have left any of them standing.

God damn you!

Come on. Bring it on.

Come on. Do it. Come on.

Come on!

Come on, you bastard.

Just do it. Come on.

My son.

I'm not your son.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me? I'm not your fucking son!

-Take it. -Salih.

-Come on. -Salih.

Take it.

-Come on. -Let's go, Salih.

Salih, let's go.

I'm not your son!

Boris?

Say something.

Boris.

Say something. Speak.

What am I supposed to do now?

What am I supposed to do?

Just talk. Say something. Please, just speak.

Please, I beg you.

Speak.

Speak!

You told me that a child…

would suit me so well.

Nothing would suit you. You don't deserve it.

You don't deserve anything.

You deserve nothing!

I was the only thing you got.

Pick it up.

Give it to me.

Nerma!

Nerma?

Nerma!

I love you.

I love you.

You love me?

I love you.

Marija…

-Salih… -Honey.

Salih!

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