Come on, please.
Please, get dressed and put your make-up on.
I said no.
I said no!
I can't act a part I don't believe in.
Look what they did to her!
Fucking fascist
motherfuckers!
I love you!
Hear that?
She said she loved me...
What?
Did you hear that?
And you?
She said she loved me.
He's just like me!
Dear friends, welcome to my son's wedding...
Cut it out!
This day has come at last.
My son, dad has bought gold rings. Give one to your bride.
Do not be offended by the modesty of the wedding meal.
What can we do? There's a war on.
But everything we offer is offered from the heart!
And if there was no war...
And if the times were any better, and if his mother was alive...
Keep it happy, my friend!
Thank you, my friend!
Comrades...
This is the right moment for all of us
to thank Comrade Marko from the bottom of our hearts
for all these years during which
he has looked after us, fed us and tended to us.
I want to say: Thank you, my Marko!
Thank you, Comrade Marko!
Sit down!
Last month, we produced 200 light weapons.
Is that nothing?
No, it's not!
Bravo!
Thanks, Marko!
But our greatest success is our tank,
the one we made with our own hands!
I am happy and proud of the fact that the time will soon come
when we shall use our tank to liberate our country for good!
Tank... forward!
Congratulations, comrades!
Congratulations!
Thank you, uncle Marko.
Whose brats are these?
They belong to us all. Play, you fucker!
We...
The two of us made this together...
You shouldn't have. Thank you, lvan.
Come on, I have something to tell you.
I need a quick word with him.
Listen...
as soon as everyone's drunk, we'll get out to fight.
Not a drop until Liberation!
Marko will be angry.
I've waited for Marko, the Russians, Tito and the Party
for 15 years! The time's never right.
The time is now!
Let's kill the scum and end the war!
That's it, my son!
Let's go!
You little bastards!
Stop drinking, Natalija.
- Give me the bottle back. - What?
- The bottle! - I'll give you the bottle all right!
Here!
Stop drinking when I tell you.
I would but I can't look at you when I'm sober.
You can't look at me but you can look at him?
I thought I could but I can't either.
You can't look at him either?
See this? This is for you.
And this is for him.
I drink brandy and you've been drinking my blood for 20 years, motherfucker!
Natalija, you fucking bitch!
Fuck you and your fucking mother too!
Where's Blacky?
How are you?
Darling! What is it, darling?
You're crying!
Why are you crying?
I don't know.
Are you happy?
Yes, I'm happy!
Are you crying because you're happy?
Is it moonlight at noon
Is it sunshine at midnight
From the skies above Light is beaming
Nobody knows, nobody knows
What is really shining
Motherfucker!
What's wrong with you?
My time has come at last!
Cut it out!
You too! Here you are! I've had enough of both of you!
Enough!
You pathetic little man!
What do you want?
What's wrong, Natalija?
I wasted my youth!
What youth?
Twenty years! Twenty years of my blood-stained life!
This is a catastrophe!
This brandy's good!
It's strong! Real strong stuff.
The monkey's getting into the tank!
A catastrophe!
The gun's moving!
He's moving it! A catastrophe!
Some wine, Natalija?
Shit, I lost!
And I chose the rules.
If there was no war...
Otchy
tchernye...
Otchy strasnye...
I'd have been the leading lady of the Moscow State Theatre.
I'd have performed in my mother tongue...
What's this rubbish?
Since when has your mother been Russian?
You're drunk!
Listen to me...
You can't talk to her as if she was your wife!
Understood?
You're absolutely right!
Every good party needs a Russian song!
Without the war, I'd have been
the Yugoslav Maļakovski.
I'd have gone to his grave in Moscow,
bowed and said:
"You were heard from the heavens like thunder.
"We marched along behind you." Left! Left!
No one will listen.
The monkey's in the tank!
He's smart.
- It's a catastrophe! - Get lost!
What did you want to tell me?
Something terrible.
So tell me.
Later, I don't want to spoil the wedding.
Tell me, don't worry.
What?
You love Marko, right? I know that.
- It's not that. - It is!
- It's not. - It is!
It's not that. I wanted to tell you this is all a lie.
Our whole life is a lie.
And I can't live without you!
You can't?
Oh, come on...
Music!
Stop the music!
Did you hear what I said?
My son! Listen carefully to what I say.
Never trust a lying woman.
I won't, dad!
You're frightened, Colonel, aren't you?
Stop drinking and talking rubbish!
Frightened?
Colonel...
I'll kill you! I swear to God I will!
How could you kill me? I've been dead for twenty years.
Try it. Maybe they'll promote you to Secret Service General.
Stop it!
You couldn't give me a child, so kill me!
Maybe you can manage that!
You're evil!
What am I?
A murderer! A criminal!
A thief!
So I'm evil?
- Worse than that. - Worse?
Do you know why I'm so evil? Do you?
Do you know why?
You're damned!
Because I love you.
I love you!
When you fell for me,
you put these people down here to live, die and work for you!
Because I love you, don't you see?
I can't live without you!
Do they miss anything?
Yes, a lot!
You dragged me into your crime...
because you love me?
Only because I love you!
What else do I have? Children? Friends?
You have nothing!
I have nothing...
but you...
if you want that.
My God...
You lie so beautifully!
I never lie!
What are you doing, my... friend?
Just talking.
Talking?
And you have to talk in the dark?
The noise disturbed us.
The noise disturbed you?
The party disturbs you?
- My son's wedding disturbs you? - You misunderstood me!
I understood perfectly, believe me.
I have a headache.
How surprising!
Look at them.
Give it to me...
My friend...
let's break the tradition of a friend
killing his best friend.
Here's the gun...
Do the rest yourself!
- You know why? - I know.
I think it's fair.
I'm a free woman!
A catastrophe!
Now we'll see whose mother will mourn.
Dad!
Jovan, my son!
Get the weapons!
We're going!
Where to?
Outside, to end the war!
The Germans will kill us.
But, dad...
Stop daddying me!
Come on!
We're off to war, not to a brothel!
The Germans will kill me!
Right!
Women and revolution don't go together. Untie us!
Don't cry, Natalija. We won't be parted long this time.
I'll wait for you!
Soni!
Jovan, my son!
Dad!
Smell the Danube?
I don't.
You really get on my nerves... Come on!
Dad!
- One question. - What?
The colour...
You call this green?
Dark green.
You call this green?
Green!
Motherfuckers...
Fuckers!
He hates the colour.
Green!
Fuck your green!
Torturer!
Criminal!
The director is waiting for you!
Keep on pissing...
Keep on pissing!
Not for long...
Not for long!
Hit out, son!
Not me, you moron!
You dare piss on my city?
- Dad's city! - My city!
62, 64, 66, 68, 70...
Shit! 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12...
Madam, where's Jovan?
- They've gone outside. Someone fired. - They'll betray us.
They won't be able to betray anyone.
They were killed.
Ringe ringe raja Here comes Uncle Paja
We are at this historic spot
where in the year of 19...
1944...
cowardly criminals murdered our National Hero,
Petar Popara Blacky.
Don't be afraid, my son! Don't be afraid.
What was that, dad?
A pheasant.
Is it dangerous?
A pheasant? Dangerous?
It's like a wild hen!
There's the sun.
That's the moon, my boy.
The moon.
Where's the sun?
The sun is asleep.
It is resting.
Come on!
Keep down!
I'm just saying that you
look so much like Franzi, and Franzi is short
for Franz.
Because "i" is the smallest letter.
Here we are!
Franz!
See that blond man, son? That's Franz.
Look at him.
He hasn't changed in fifteen years.
That's Germans for you!
He tortured you.
And sent Natalija to a camp.
Perfect!
A disguise? He thinks I won't recognize him.
What's the other one doing?
A collaborator!
Franz!
What's all this smoke? Sabotage or what?
Let's make the execution look as natural as possible.
What?
Dad, he looks like you!
- Who? - That one!
The skinny one?
You really get on my nerves!
I could belt you at times. You're just like your mother.
I don't believe it! You ask me to act naturally!
- I didn't say that! - Yes, you did. I'm not stupid.
You did say that.
Honestly...
Come on, don't be touchy!
Honestly, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now!
Hold on!
Is this natural for you?
Honestly, man...
Come and shoot me!
That's it!
Here's the gun and the camera, now shoot me!
The one like you seems very brave.
All brave people look like me.
Are you soldiers or ballerinas?
Look at you!
Come on, roll!
Where's the smoke? Never there when it's needed!
Get away from me! Now!
Look what he's doing. He'd stop at nothing!
That's true. But he's the best I've ever worked with.
And I've worked with quite a few...
He gives us room to improvise.
Get lost! Get away from me! I can't concentrate!
Tell her!
Get to your places.
"Spring Comes on a White Horse", scene 32a, take one.
Action!
Get rid of that! Get rid of it!
I want to look death in the eye!
Would you like one last cigarette?
Long live the Communist Party of Yugoslavia!
Take aim!
What happened?
That's it! Natural!
That's natural!
Go on!
What do you mean? We never agreed on this!
Go on acting! Don't interrupt the shot!
Act!
Call this directing? God!
Long live the Communist Party of Yugoslavia!
Under the leadership of Comrade Tito!
Fucking fascist motherfuckers!
Don't interrupt the sequence, you idiots!
Throw it, son!
Charge!
Just like me!
Where's security?
Comrade, you want a ride to West Germany?
I'm looking for
my monkey, Soni...
You haven't seen him by any chance, have you?
You're looking for your monkey?
Yes, his name's Soni.
A horse!
Jovan, sunshine, that's a deer.
A deer?
That's how you drew horses.
It's a deer.
Jelena!
It can't be Jelena, sunshine.
Calm down, son, calm down!
What's that?
That's nothing. Just a fish.
I fished 25-pounders right here before the war.
God, I was really scared.
I was afraid for Jelena.
Don't be afraid, my boy.
I want to go back to the cellar.
Could anyone start protecting us artists?
Could anyone look after us? We work day and night
for our comrades! And we go through hell!
Calm down.
What do you mean, calm down?
We could've been killed!
You do your job, let me do mine.
I can't do my job!
You must protect my set and my life!
My life was in danger here!
I'll tell you...
I didn't want to in front of him. He's responsible.
- It's his fault. - Whose?
The director's. Shouting all the time:
"Be natural! The more natural, the more terrifying."
And what happened? He got his natural and terrifying.
Honestly...
How beautiful this world is!
Congratulations!
Careful, dad, you'll drown!
Come for a swim.
Come on, sunshine!
Come on in! Do you hear me?
Jovan, my son!
Come on!
I can't swim, dad!
Don't be afraid, son.
Dad's here.
Come on, swim!
First your leg! Then your arm!
First left! Then right!
- I'm swimming! - Of course, I'm holding you.
Close your mouth!
Where is the kid now?
He really gets on my nerves!
Son!
There is no life for us in this country.
No, my love...
We can't go on living...
with lunatics...
madmen...
psychopaths...
maniacs...
liars...
thieves...
criminals...
murderers...
Can we?
No, we can't.
We can't, my love.
There.
There's no place for an honest man in this country.
No place at all.
Under the bearing wall!
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Marko Dren's disappearance coincided
with the loss of the secret formula
of Tito's Yugoslavia.
Tito, having lost his friend,
fell ill.
Twenty years later, he died...
Part Three - The War
1992 - Berlin. Ivan still hoped to see Soni...
Mircovic,
where did this marvel come from?
Officially, he's dead.
Dead? On the contrary, he looks good.
You said officially?
The Yugoslav embassy says so.
A man bearing the same name died in 1941
during the bombing of Belgrade.
He was the zoo-keeper.
Do you know if...
Look
what he drew for me.
If he was an Indian,
they'd call him He Who Surrenders.
He told me unbelievable things.
He says
he lived the whole time in a cellar.
Communism was one big cellar.
The whole planet
is a cellar.
I'm going to Portugal this summer.
Perhaps he could show me an underground motorway.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, lvan!
It isn't for me!
Why do you cry all the time?
I want to go home to Yugoslavia!
There's a war over there. A horrifying war!
I know.
Not the war you're thinking of.
In our country, there's only our war.
World War II ended 50 years ago.
And the Germans won.
No, they didn't, they lost.
So why are they celebrating?
You're lying to me, doctor.
You work for the Germans.
You work for them, don't you?
Yes, I work for them but not those Germans.
You're a traitor!
What am I? A traitor?
I'll show who the traitor is!
I didn't want to show you this
but look for yourself.
Who's on these Interpol warrants? Look.
Who?
My brother Marko and Natalija.
They're wanted by the police throughout the world.
They killed some people in a cellar, traded arms...
The crates were stamped with a monkey.
Your Soni, maybe.
Where are you going?
lvan!
What's wrong?
He lied to me!
Who lied to you?
My own brother!
Don't do anything stupid!
lvan, we're not children! Let's go back!
Come back!
Oh, fuck it!
Stop messing around!
Come back!
Wait for me!
I can't...
I can't go on!
I'll die!
Wait!
Stop, for God's sake!
Which way to Italy?
We don't know. We're lost too. Where did you come from?
Bosnia. Where are you going?
To Yugoslavia.
No Yugoslavia!
What do you mean?
There's no more Yugoslavia!
Can we come?
Yes, if you pay DM 1,000. They paid as well.
Ivan, wait!
Let's go to Italy!
We'll eat spaghetti!
We'll drink wine! Let's go with these people!
What does he mean, no Yugoslavia?
I've had enough, lvan.
I'm going to Italy or to fucking hell!
I can't go on! Take care.
Wait!
Wait for me!
Take care, lvan!
Where...
have you been?
Blood...
Has anyone seen my Jovan?
No.
Load!
Fire!
Nowhere to be found...
Fucking fascist motherfuckers!
I don't have time to bargain, to haggle over percentages.
I've come here to help you, independently
of our religious, national and political differences.
But I ask only one thing of you: please don't shout.
We'll reach an agreement in a civilized, educated way.
You need me, not the other way round.
Don't worry.
The Serbs kill the Croats and the Croats kill the Serbs.
Don't be afraid.
You're too kind.
Don't mention it.
You're young, kid. You don't understand.
I do, but you've been abroad too long. You don't understand our language.
You're asking too much. Understand? Too much.
I'm asking the minimum.
DM 3 per bullet?
Minimum!
$100 per grenade?
Buy from Hungarians, you fucker!
lvan...
My brother!
What are you doing, lvan?
Have you gone mad? It's a sin to kill your brother!
The greatest sin!
Don't, lvan!
Forgive me, lvan!
I saved your life three times.
I saved your life three times!
It hurts! lvan, don't!
Forgive me, lvan.
God sees everything, lvan.
God will punish you.
He'll punish you!
Lord, forgive me.
What are you doing?
My love...
"No war...
"is a war...
"until a brother...
"kills his brother."
My love!
Come on, you old hag!
Young man, this is my husband.
Move when I tell you to!
What are you waiting for? Get down!
Comrade Commander, we've captured 16 Chetniks, 30 Ustashas
and 3 UN men.
Plus two war profiteers with a Mercedes.
What do we do with them?
Profiteers...
Execute them on the spot!
Comrade Blacky! Pockets searched, soldiers disarmed.
The profiteers' passports... What do I do with all these people?
Take them to the well.
Any sign of Jovan?
No.
No...
I protest, sir!
Me too, comrade!
I'm no "comrade", sir.
And I'm no "sir", comrade.
What are you? Ustasha, Chetnik, partisan?
I'm Petar Popara Blacky.
Which army are you in, comrade?
My own!
Do you have a superior?
Yes, my country!
Fucking fascist motherfucker!
Marko, my brother!
Natalija...
my love!
I can't find Jovan.
See, my dear monkey.
Who would have thought it?
Nobody.
Imagine that you have a son,
a baby monkey.
And someone hides him from you...
And you search for him for years...
But you can't find him anywhere.
Say, isn't that sad?
And what a son I had!
Do you remember my Jovan?
What was he like?
A strong lad.
Just like me!
There is no more sun
There is no more moon...
Did you hear that?
Did you hear?
Jovan!
My son!
Light of my life!
Jovan, my son!
I knew I'd find you! I knew it!
Who organized this?
Mum did.
Here's to you!
My friend!
Did she really have to come?
She's my friend's wife! Are you crazy?
I know what's what.
What do you know?
I'm not stupid.
They're married!
My friend!
Natalija is a little embarrassed.
Let me introduce you.
Meet my friend's wife!
Pleased to meet you.
Play louder!
That's it, Vera!
Let bygones be bygones.
He's grown so fast. Look at him.
Big guy, isn't he?
Fifteen years, Vera.
What do you mean, fifteen? Twenty!
No, fifteen.
- Twenty! - Fifteen!
Twenty!
I know my own son's age!
My sunshine!
Sister!
Bato! My sweet brother!
You're dancing!
Marko, look, he's dancing!
Look, Marko!
Let's dance together!
Forgive me?
I can forgive but I cannot forget.
Here we built new houses
with red roofs and chimneys where storks will nest.
With wide-open doors for dear guests.
We'll thank the soil for feeding us and the sun for warming us.
And the fields for reminding us of the green grass of home.
With pain, sorrow and joy, we shall remember our country,
as we tell our children stories that start like fairytales:
Once upon a time, there was a country...
This story has no end...