What's that?
What you will tell him
when you are in the cellar.
This?
This bunch of crap,
who ever the author
of the director is,
it's still crap.
If you are asking for my opinion...
This is my opinion!
You are a poet, Marko!
Write poems!
What's wrong?
The truth!
The truth? -Yes, dear.
You know, the truth...
No text, dear,
contains the truth.
These things only exists in life.
You are the truth.
You.
You are supposed to be the truth.
There is no truth, except your own believe
that what you act is the truth.
Art is a lie.
One big lie.
We are all liars.
At least a bit.
Son of a bitch! Bastard!
They raped me, hit me...
What else?
Is it this important that these people
keep living in the cellar?
Very important, honey.
You gave yourself the role of the hero,
and I can play the whore!
Everybody may fuck your wife!
Get yourself dressed and made up.
I promissed them to rescue
you for the wedding.
Could you please get dressed and made yourself up.
I said no.
I said no!
I can't play a role
in which I don't believe.
Look what they did to her.
Bloody Fascist swines.
I love you...
Did you hear that?
She told me that she loved me.
What?
Did you hear it?
And you?
She said she loved me.
Exactly my portrait.
Welcome at the wedding of my son.
Stop it!
The day has finally been reached.
Son, I bought you these golden rings.
Give one to the bride.
Forgive us the modesty
of the banquet.
What can we do about it? It's war after all.
But what we gave
came from the heart.
If it wasn't war,
if it were better times,
and if his mother still would be alive...
Keep it cheerful!
Thank you, old pal.
Comrades...
This is the moment where
we thank all together
comrade Marko
for all the past years
that he toke care of us,
and gave us a meal
and made sure we were healthy.
With all my heart I thank you, Marko.
Thank you, comrade Marko!
Be seated. Last month
we made 200 light weapons.
Was that a mere fleabite?
No! -Congratulations!
Thank you, Marko.
But our greatest success
is our tank.
Which we made ourselves.
I'm happy and proud to know
that the moment comes
when we will use it
to liberate our country.
Tank... forward!
Congratulations, comrades.
My compliments.
Thank you, uncle Marko.
Whose are these pickles?
From us all? Play, rascal!
We made it together.
That wasn't necessary. Thank you, Ivan.
Come on, I have to tell you something.
I have to tell him something.
Listen...
when everybody is drunk,
we will attack from the outside.
Not a drop until the Liberation.
Marko will be angry.
I have been waiting 15 years for Marko,
the Russians, Tito, and the Party!
Enough! The moment has arrived!
We will end the war!
Yes, my son!
Forward!
Let me go!
Rascals!
Quit drinking, Natalija.
Give me that bottle.
Yes, I'll give you the bottle.
Here!
Quit drinking
if I ask you to.
If I'm sober,
I can't watch your face.
But you can watch him.
I thought so,
but even that doesn't work no more.
Do you see this? This is for you.
And this...
is for him.
I drink alcohol,
but you are drinking my blood
for the last 20 years, son of a bitch!
Natalija, you filthy whore!
I fuck you
and your mother at the same time!
Where did Blacky go?
Everything okay, my friends?
Honey...
What's the matter, darling?
You are crying...
Why are you crying?
I don't know.
Are you happy?
Yes, I'm happy.
Are you crying because you are happy?
Moonshine at noon?
Or sunshine at midnight?
From heaven above
shines a light
Nobody knows
Where that light comes from...
Son of a bitch!
What's wrong, Natalija?
My time has come!
Stop it, goddammit!
You as well! Where were you?
You sick of both of you!
Sick! Sick!
Crook!
What do you want? What's the matter?
I have thrown away my youth!
What are you saying, Natalija?
Twenty years!
Twenty years of my
with blood soiled life!
What a catastrophe!
Excellent brandy.
But strong stuff.
The monkey is climbing into the tank...
What a catastrophe!
The barrel is moving...
He is turning the barrel... A catastrophe.
Wine, Natalija?
All is going to the devil!
They got me this time.
If there wasn't a war...
Otchy
tchernye...
Otchy strasnye...
...would I be the star
of the Theatre of Moscow.
I would have played
in my mother tongue.
You are producing a lot of nonsense.
Since when was
your mother Russian?
You are drunk.
Listen...
She is not your wife, don't talk
to her like that, do you understand?
You are completely right.
No party without a Russian number.
If there wasn't a war, I would have been
by now the Yugoslavian Majakowki.
I could salute his tomb in Moscow
and say:
"You echoed from the heavens
Like thunder.
We marched right behind you."
Left! Left!
Nobody listens to me.
The monkey is in the tank.
He's trained.
What a disaster. -Get lost!
What did you want to confess to me?
Something terrible.
Speak up.
Later,
I don't want to spoil the wedding.
Say it anyway.
What?
That you love Marko? I know.
That's not it. -Oh, yes, it is!
No! -Yes, it is.
No, I wanted to tell you
that it's all a lie.
Our whole life is a lie.
And I can't live without you.
Not live without me?
Music!
Stop the music!
Did you hear me?
Son,
listen carefully to my words.
Never trust a woman who lies.
You may rest assured, daddy.
Are you scared,
colonel?
Stop drinking. You are talking nonsense.
Are you afraid, colonel?
I'm going to kill you.
How?
I'm dead for 20 years.
Try it.
You will be general of the Secret Service.
Shut up!
You couldn't give me a child,
so kill me.
Yes, you can.
You are a scoundrel!
What did you call me?
A murderer. A criminal.
A thief.
So I'm a scoundrel?
Even worse. -Worse?
Do you know why I'm a scoundrel?
Do you know why?
Because you are cursed!
Because I love you.
I love you.
When you fell in love with me,
you locked them up down here
to live, to die and to work for you!
Because I love you, do you understand?
I can't live without you.
What are they missing?
A lot.
Did you drag me into your crimes...
because you love me?
Yes, that's the only reason.
What else do I have?
Children? Friends?
You got nothing.
I've got nothing, except you...
if you want to.
God...
you can lie so beautifully.
I never lie.
What are you doing, old friend?
Nothing. We are talking a bit.
Talking?
And that has to happen in darkness?
The racket was bothering us.
The racket was bothering you?
Does the music bother you?
Does the wedding of my son bother you?
You don't understand.
I understand it very well, believe me.
I have a headache.
What a surprise.
Look at them.
Give...
Old friend...
Here ends the tradition in which
the friend kills his best friend.
Here is the gun.
You have to do the rest yourself.
Do you know why? -I know why.
I think it's appropriate.
I'm a free woman!
What a disaster.
We shall see which
mother is now mourning.
Daddy!
Jovan, my son!
Get the rifles!
We leave!
Where to?
Outside, finishing the war.
The Germans will kill us.
But daddy...
Stop saying "daddy"!
We are going to war,
not to some brothel!
But the germans will kill me.
That's true.
Women and Revolution
were never combined succesfully.
Don't cry, Natalija.
We will soon meet again.
I'll wait for you.
I'll wait for you!
Jovan, my son!
Do you smell the Donau? -No.
You are getting on my nerves.
Come on!
One small question. -What?
The colour.
Do you call that green?
Dark green.
Do you call that green?
Green?
Swindlers!
Fiddlers!
He doesn't like the colour.
Green? Green?
To hell with that green of yours!
He tortures people!
Bastard!
Come on, the director is waiting!
Pee, pee!
While you can!
Hit them!
Not me, idiot!
How dare you to pee on my city?
Daddy's city! -My city!
62, 64, 66, 68...
Blast!
Madam, where is Jovan?
Outside.
Somebody has been shooting.
They will betray us.
They won't betray us.
They have been killed.
Ringe, ringe, raja
Here comes uncle Paja...
We are standing on the historical place
where in the year 19...
1944...
dastardly criminals
murdered our national hero,
Petar Popara Blacky.
Don't be afraid, boy.
What was that, daddy?
A pheasant.
Is that dangerous?
A pheasant? Dangerous?
That's a wild chicken.
There is the sun.
That's the moon, my son.
The moon.
Where is the sun?
The sun is asleep.
She is resting.
Come!
Make sure they don't see you.
I'm only saying
that you look like Franzi.
And Franzi is the nickname
of Franz.
The "i" is the smallest character.
Franz!
Do you see that blond man?
That's Franz.
Look at him.
He hasn't changed in 15 years.
Typically German.
Did he torture you?
And he sent Natalija to a camp.
It fits perfectly.
Does he think that
I wouldn't recognize him?
And who is the other one?
A collaborator.
What's all that smoke needed for?
Sabotage?
Blacky...
make sure that the execution
looks as real as possible.
What do you mean?
Look how he resembles you.
Who? -That one.
The skinny one?
You are getting on my nerves.
I could spank you.
Just like your mother.
Do I have to act as naturally as possible?
I didn't say that.
Do you think I'm a fool?
You said so.
Come on...
Don't be so sensitive.
To be honest, I don't
know what to do!
Wait...
Is this naturally enough?
Hey...
Come over here and execute me.
Okay!
Here is the rifle and the camera.
Come on, kill me.
He looks very brave.
Logically, he resembles me.
Are you soldiers or ballerina's?
Look at you!
Camera!
Where is the smoke?
Never at the right time!
Piss off!
To be honestly, he would
go all the way through. Oh boy.
Yes, but then again he's
a great director.
I've seen much, but this...
Piss off!
I can't concentrate this way!
Tell her!
Everybody, please at your position!
"The spring is coming", 32a, Take 1.
Action!
Get rid of that!
Get rid of it!
I want to look death in the eyes!
A last puff?
Long live the Communist Party
of Yugoslavia!
Aim!
What's happening?
This is what I call naturally!
This is naturally!
Continue!
What do you mean, continue?
This wasn't in the script.
Continue!
Don't stop! Act!
Do you call this directing? Jesus!
Long live the Communist Party
of Yugoslavia!
Under the leadership of comrade Tito!
Bloody fascist swines!
Do not cut the scene!
Bloody idiots!
Throw it, boy!
Attack!
Exactly my resemblance.
Guards!
Are you coming with me to West-Germany?
I'm looking...
my monkey...
Soni...
Did you see him
by any chance?
Are you looking for your monkey?
Yes, his name is Soni.
A horse!
A deer, son. That's a deer.
A deer?
But that's the way you draw horses.
It's a deer.
Jelena!
That can't be Jelena.
Calm down, son.
What is it?
Nothing. Just a fish.
I catched whoppers of a hundred
pounds here before the war.
God, I was terrified.
I was afraid something happened to Jelena.
You don't have to be afraid, my son.
I want to go back to the cellar.
When will they protect artists?
Who minds us?
We work night and day
for our comrades!
Our life is a real hell!
Caml down.
What do you mean, calm down?
Everybody could have been dead!
You do your work,
I'll do mine.
I can't do my work!
Make sure I can film and live!
My life was at stake!
I have to tell you something.
I wouldn't have said it while he was present.
He is responsible.
He is guilty. -Who?
The director.
He was always yelling; "Be naturally.
The more naturally, the more frightning."
And you can see, he got it his
natural and frightning way.
Bloody hell.
The world is beautiful, isn't it?
Bravo.
Watch out, you will drown!
Swim!
Come on, son!
Come on!
Do you hear me?
Jovan, my son!
Come over here!
I can't swim!
Don't be afraid, son.
Daddy is here with you.
Come on, swim!
First your leg.
Then your arm.
First left.
Then right.
I can swim!
Sure, I'm holding you.
Close your mouth.
Where is that boy?
He can really get on my nerves.
Son!
You can't live anymore in this country.
No, my dear.
You can't live here anymore...
with these lunatics,
mental cases,
psychopaths,
maniacs,
liars,
thieves,
criminals,
murderers...
Isn't it? -No.
No, my love.
There.
There is nothing left
for an honest man in this country.
Nothing.
Under that supporting wall.
Are you sure?
Affirmative.
The disappearance of Marko Dren did
coincide with the secrete formula of
Tito's Yugoslavia.
Tito had lost his friends,
got ill,
and died 20 years later.
Third part - The War
1992 - Berlin
Ivan was hoping to find Soni.
Mircovic,
where does that odd patient come from?
Officially he is dead. -Dead?
He looks very lively to me.
And what do you mean, officially?
According to the Yugoslavian embassy.
A man with the same name
died in 1941
during the bombings on Belgrado.
He was zoo keeper.
Do you know...
Look what he drew for me.
If he was an Indian,
he would be called
Man-who-surrendered.
He told me amazing things.
About being locked in a cellar all
that time.
The communism was one huge cellar.
The whole planet is a cellar.
I want to go to Portugal during the summer.
Maybe he knows an
underground highway.
Happy new year!
Happy new year, Ivan.
It's not happy.
Why are you constantly crying?
I want to go home,
to Yugoslavia.
There is a war going on.
A terrible war.
I know.
Not the Second World War.
Over there, there is only
our war.
The second world war
ended 50 years ago.
And the Germans won.
No, they lost.
What do you mean, lost?
Why are they celebrating then?
You are lying, doctor.
You are working for the Germans.
Isn't it?
Yes, but these aren't the same Germans.
You are a traitor!
What do you call me?
A traitor?
You shall see who is the traitor.
I didn't want to show you,
but look for yourself.
Who's on the arrestation orders
of Interpol? Look! Who is it?
My brother Marko...
and Natalija.
The police from the whole world is
looking for them for 30 years.
They killed people in a basement,
did weapon traffic...
The boxes carried the symbol of a monkey.
Maybe your Soni.
Where are you going? Ivan!
What's wrong?
He lied to me!
Who lied to you?
My own brother!
Don't act like an idiot.
We are no children. We are going back.
Come back!
Dammit!
Don't be stupid.
Come back.
Wait, Ivan!
I can't go any further.
I'm dying.
Wait...
Stop, please.
How do we get to Italy?
We are lost.
Where are you from? -From Bosnia.
Where are you heading?
Yugoslavia.
That doesn't exist anymore.
What do you mean, anymore?
The end. No Yugoslavia anymore.
Can we join you?
Yes, for a thousand marks.
They paid as well.
Ivan, wait...
Let's go to Italy.
We shall eat spaghetti
and drink wine.
Let's go with them.
What does he mean,
there is no Yugoslavia anymore?
I can't go on, Ivan.
I'm going to Italy or to hell.
I can't go on.
Wait!
Wait for me!
Take care of yourself, Ivan!
Where...
have you been?
Blood...
Has anyone seen my Jovan?
No.
Load!
Fire!
I can't find him...
Bloody fascist swines.
I don't have the time to bargain
for some percents.
I came to help you,
not connected to our religious,
national or political disagreements.
I ask only one thing:
don't yell at me. Be polite.
We'll sign an agreement
like civilized people.
You need me, not vice versa.
Don't worry.
The Serbs kill the Croats,
the Croats kill the Serbs.
-You don't have to thank me.
You are young, you don't understand.
I understand it very well.
You have been abroad for so long,
you forgot our language.
To expensive. Do you understand?
You are asking to much.
I only ask the minimum.
3marks for a bullet?
The minimum.
100$ for a granade?
Buy it from teh Hungarians, idiot!
Ivan...
My brother...
What are you doing, Ivan?
Are you out of your mind?
Fratricide is a sin.
No, Ivan!
Forgive me, Ivan.
I have saved your life three times.
You are hurting me! Stop it!
Forgive me, Ivan.
God is watching everything, Ivan.
God will punish you.
He will punish you!
Lord, please forgive me.
What are you doing?
Darling...
A war
is no war
until the brother
kills his brother.
Darling.
Come on, bitch!
Mister, this is my husband.
Move, I said!
What are you waiting for?
Lay down!
Comrade commander,
our prisoners are 16 Tsjetnics,
30 Ustaji's
and 3 blue helmets.
Plus 2 making profits out of the war
with a Mercedes.
What are we doing?
making profits...
Slaughter immediately!
Orders accomplished, comrade Blacky!
Searched their pockets, soldiers disarmed.
The passports of the weapon salers.
What do I do with all these people?
Lead them to the pit.
No trace of Jovan? -No.
No trace at all...
I protest, sir.
Me too, comrade.
I'm no "comrade", sir.
And I'm no "sir", comrade.
What are you?
A Ustaji, A Tsjetnic, a guerilla?
I'm Petar Popara Blacky.
From what army, comrade?
My own army.
Do you have a superior?
Yes, my fatherland.
Bloody fascist swine.
Marko, brother!
Natalija...
darling!
I can't find Jovan anywhere.
My soul is bleeding.
Do you see this, boy?
who might have come up with this?
Nobody.
Presume you had
a son as well,
a baby monkey.
And someone takes him from you.
And you are looking for him for years,
but you can't...
find him anywhere.
Then tell me...
isn't that sad?
And what a son I had!
So you remember my Jovan?
What was he like?
A handsome guy.
Exactly my portrait
There is no sun anymore
There is no moon anymore
Daddy! Daddy!
Do you hear that?
Jovan!
My son!
Daddy's little sun!
Jovan, my son!
I knew I would find you.
Who has organised all this?
Mummy.
Cheers!
Old chap!
Did she really have to be here?
The wife of my friend? Are you crazy?
Don't you think I can see?
Wat?
I'm not stupid.
They are married.
Old friend!
Natalija has been a bit neglected.
Think about it.
The wife of my friend.
Hello.
Louder, that music!
Bravo, Vera!
We will burry the past.
What did he grow. Look at it.
Nice,huh?
Fifteen, Vera.
What do you mean, fifteen? Twenty.
No, fifteen. -Twenty.
Fifteen! -Twenty!
I know how old my son is.
She can really get on my nerves.
Darling!
Sister! -Bato!
My dearest brother!
You are dancing!
Look, Marko, he's dancing.
Look, Marko!
We dance together!
Do you forgive me?
To forgive I can,
but to forget not.
We build new houses
with red roofs.
where storks make their nest,
and with the doors wide open for our guests.
We thank the eath who feeds us,
the sun who warms us,
and the fields which remind us
of the green grass at home.
With pain, sadness and joy
shall we remember our country
when we will tell our kids stories
which start like all stories:
"Once upon a time there was a land..."
This story never ends...
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