GRUB & IMN present
a film by MILORAD MILINKOVIC
CHASING LUCK(Y)
audio-visual work with lemon natural flavor
Serbia, April 2005
On lotto, one ticket won record-breaking 4 million Euros.
The winner is still unknown.
This gives us the right to make him up.
Even if we're not making it all up, who can prove us wrong?
Good lemonade... very good.
Well... not as good as in my café, but it's not bad.
So...
His name was Lucky. Imagine.
You didn't receive the money because I don't have any money!
I won't see my little baby... What? He's not a baby any more?
I'm sorry.
You're not coming? I told you not to call me 'looser'.
Don't hang up...
Bye... oh, darn it...
Lucky's ex bitch wife called him only when she needed money.
For the kid, she said.
Hello?
I got a prize? A car?
That day the lines for lotto were the longest ever.
The jackpot... 4 million Euros.
Spend 100 Euros a day, and it'll last for 110 years.
I don't buy that. I don't plan to live that long.
Look at this guy... stand in line!
Old bat...
- No problem, but the line... - Hey, mister...
If you win the prize, what are your plans?
No 'ifs', honey...
WHEN I win.
- Right, old bat? - Absolutely.
- I won't be long. - Here's your change.
My pencil... and good luck.
Hi honey, it's me.
I know you're not at home, I just called there.
Where? In the supermarket?
I just called because you said you'd be at home...
Leave her alone.
You'll never find out when she cheats on you.
Eat shit! No, not you, honey.
Mr. Lucky! Hey!
Mr. Lucky! Come here...
Another one jumping the queue?
- Can't you see the man is... - Disabled?
- He can stand... behind me. - I'm disabled, too.
- Reset, old bat! - Yes, please?
Here you go.
Do you need that counting gadget?
- Well... - Shut up and count. They'll wait.
You see that guy, first in line?
He's playing for... 5000 Euros.
Fool!
Why fool? Let's play at least one.
The odds are 15 million to one.
Is that a lot?
A great lot.
- Hello... - Hi.
- One PR drink for Ms Ljilja. - That's a free coffee.
How's at work? Will the new boss register you?
No chance at all. Please, people complain.
This is outrageous!
You're playing the same numbers again! I know them by heart.
Yes, but the slips are never the same.
How come?
I always scribble something on the back.
- My name is Cherry. - Excuse me.
- Cherry Petrovich. - Thank you, and good-bye.
- I wish you all the luck! - Girl, don't mess with this looser.
We finish our lotto craze report from the café "Lemonade".
I'm so sorry! I didn't see you.
What a pathetic guy.
What's the difference between civilized and barbaric countries?
In civilized countries, you see dogs, but no dogshit.
In barbaric countries, there's shit everywhere, but no sign of dogs.
What's so funny?
Do you know what The Hook is?
- I do. - What?
Hook is actually, book.
The cops like to book people, we like to hook. But why?
- What's the book, really? - It's a...
- Yes? - A cook-book.
Right. But I like 'Hook' better, it sounds more patriotic.
Now, what have we learned?
The scum, the trash, and people who owe money get The Hook.
- Ministry on the line. - Later.
- You and your friend are? - Boss, believe me.
We invested the money and we expect a profit of 4 million euros.
- We'll pay you back double. - Double?
- Honest. - Well, I'm softhearted.
I'll give you one more month.
But next time, I'm coming with The Hook.
- Don't you worry, Boss. - You should worry, not me.
This town is full of building sites.
You might end up hanging around one.
On the hook.
Bye.
Fuck you, you motherfucker...
You owe me three month's rent! I want the money tomorrow!
What's that smell?
Let me turn on that super-splitter-ionizer system.
- It's not working. - The Boss was here.
Really?
Did he harr... Did he herr...
Did he bother you?
Like always.
This time he mentioned The Hook.
- So, there's not much time. - A month. What did you do?
Lotto tickets for 5000 Euros. We hardly have for the ammo.
We need only two bullets to kill ourselves if we don't win.
Criminal business has gone down to gambling with the government.
- What's this smell? - You feel it?
- A bit too much? - A shit too much.
Now you know all the main characters in this story.
At the time I knew only Sale and Zile, and Vesna.
Zile paid her PR.
I keep hearing that word. What's that PR?
Well...
I really can't, no offence.
Where are you? At your girlfriend's?
I hear a man. Her husband? When did she marry?
Not at all. Bye.
You double-crossing slut!
That night was the night of the 4 million draw.
- Finished work? - That's how it all began.
- You're not playing? - I don't have money to burn.
- But I play regularly. - I know.
I never forget a face.
The face is all I see through that window. See you.
- Who's that? - Cherry, the lotto agent.
- Cherry... cherry pie... - I forgot, you like gross chicks.
- No, I like spying on women and PR. - Eat shit.
Prepare for the draw.
All the balls are in, and here we go.
First number is 23.
- Second is 29. - You had 29 somewhere...
We got 14!
It's there...
- Next is 30. - I never play 30...
And we have 36...
This is the winning combination.
So, 4 million Euros fell on the sidewalk near the café.
Unlucky Lucky had a stroke of luck, then a stroke of bad luck.
But that's the way it goes.
They come in pairs.
Anyway, when he came to...
... he thought he was lucky, but luckily, it was bad luck.
Complicated? Just listen to the rest of the story.
The landlord speaking.
Do you have the money, or do I have to kick your ass?
- Who's that? - Don't you play games with me.
I want to see the money. Three months due!
- What money? Who are you? - Hello?
No problem. I'm listening.
- Leave her alone. - Sima is on the line.
I found here a great place for a café!
We're not interested in opening a café in Greece.
The women are gorgeous! I'm here with one beauty!
I can't leave my wife alone, we've just got married.
- He can't leave her in the toilet. - Eat shit.
- Me? - Not you.
Yes, you too!
Take this, if you need another combination.
If Onazis himself calls me, I won't go. Bye.
Did you hear? Somebody won the jackpot, all 7.
- You won? - No, just one 3 and a 4.
That makes 7, you can buy us a drink.
I don't get it.
Look at this looser.
That guy is bloody!
That's a good one.
What's so funny? He's cover with blood.
What are you laughing at?
I don't know.
Hey, mister... Lucky...
Congratulations... with all my heart.
You're talking to me?
Now that you're rich, you don't know me any more?
Oh my God, what happened to you? Somebody snatched the ticket?
- The ticket? - No, I'm the only one who knows.
- Do you know who am I? - Who am I?
- I don't know. - No. Do you know who am I?
Let's start all over. Do you know who you are?
- Who you? - Do you know who are you?
- I don't know. - Come here.
Take it easy.
I'm sorry, Lucky.
Your name is Lucky.
Like... luck.
Lucky?
Luckily, I know where you live.
Hello? 911?
I'm not going to hold! Listen, you blonde bimbo!
Stop trimming your nails and send an ambulance, now!
Lucky? You're still alive.
Where did you put the ticket?
No...
Luke Jovanovich. And Cherry Petrovich.
Cherry Jovanovich, how do you do?
No way... stop dreaming.
Coming!
- Who are you? - And who are you?
Another slut of his? And you all live here for free!
I want all due rent paid now! Anyway, where's that puke?
First, his name is Luke, not Puke.
Second, you called me a slut, that's not nice.
I can kick your ass for that.
Where are your manners, you bully?!
What?! You're attacking innocent women?!
Please, I'll take it from here.
It could have happened the other way.
But it didn't.
- Ambulance? - No, thank you. Upstairs.
This is a report from exactly the same spot as yesterday.
This is where the winning combination was entered.
- Our friend from yesterday... - Vesna, Caffe Lemonade PR.
- Our drinks are supreme... - Yes, we know.
Is the lucky winner maybe one of your guests?
Nobody came up yet to our café, but we'll let you know.
- Give me the ticket, I'll throw it. - No.
- Why? It's the winner, maybe? - Yes. The jackpot.
No shit.
Yes?
Hi, honey.
Fine.
You're going away for a couple of days? Nice.
Have a nice time.
No. I'm fine.
I'm great. I'll call you later.
Bye.
Hey, we're listed!
Zile...
Are you all right?
- Sale... - Yes?
- You see this ticket? - Please, I don't have the time...
Sit down, please.
You know, this ticket...
The one I found this morning? Well?
- Jackpot. - What, jackpot?
That's an old ticket.
- No, it's valid. - So?
- Let's go to the cellar. - The two of us?
- Why? - Come on.
- No way... - To the cellar!
Lucky...
- You look familiar. - Yes, I'm Cherry.
I'm the lotto agent, from the kiosk near your place.
- I took you to the hospital. - Pleased to meet you, Berry.
Cherry!
- I am... - Lucky.
- He needs rest. If you don't mind. - I'm sorry.
Bye. Thanks, again.
- And? - And what?
- Are we going to collect? - No, I'll throw it away!
- The ticket is not ours. - Really? I'll place an ad saying:
"If you want to collect 4 million, contact Zile and Sale."
- We can't do that. - Really?
- I have to think. - Think about your two million.
- I'm going to collect my two. - The ticket is mine.
Who found it? I did. Who put it in your hand? I did.
I found it, you found out. Fifty-fifty.
- It's about time. - I'm sorry, Mr. Manager.
There she is!
This is the lady who brought luck to somebody.
Then you must know who the lucky winner is.
- I don't. - We respect the privacy of players.
We'll wait for the winner to collect.
We can't collect. It's marked.
- We'll say it's our sketch. - What if somebody reports?
- It's his word against ours. - What's this? Cherry? Berry?
What was the name of that lady lotto agent?
Cherry.
She told me she never forgets a face.
She must know the guy who drew the sketch.
Let's wait for a while.
- Let's follow her. - You're out of your mind!
- Why? - You'd follow anybody.
You're going to do that. I follow only my wife.
I'm a loyal husband. I'll show you. You'll like it.
Especially if you like the woman you follow.
- It's Sima. - Are we doing business or not?
We're not interested in doing business in Greece.
Bye.
- Do I start to follow? - You already do that.
- I'm not. I'm standing still. - She's standing, too.
Wait...
Let her walk away a little.
- Do I follow her now? - She's in the house next to us.
- Now what? - We follow her tomorrow.
So... Lucky had Cherry, but he had no ticket.
Sale and Zile had the ticket, but they had no money.
And the criminals, they had nothing at all.
Now it starts to get interesting.
How do you call this?
Flat-plasma-widescreen- hometheatre-dolby-surround.
Fuck all that, the picture is twisted.
It's new, you have to reset it, reconfigure it.
Now, this is interesting.
Right were we lost our 5000, someone won 4 million Euros.
The remote is not working.
What do you say, Vito...
Could the lotto girl recognize the lucky winner?
- What do you say? - What?
Maybe the lotto lady knows who the lucky bastard is.
We could get to know him, too, and have a stroke of luck.
- What are you doing?! - I get it now.
This is not a remote, it's a close up. It works from here.
- What's this now? - A surveillance operation.
You're really sick. She won't move the whole day.
- Do you have another idea? - Yes. Let's go to her.
We'll ask her casually does she remember the winner.
No, that's not a good idea. Wait!
Turn off the alarm, I don't hear a thing!
I can't! Something's broke!
You came to cash in? You have 4 winning numbers?
- How do you know? - I never forget faces, numbers.
- I have a... - Picture memory!
Right! You're so bright!
Since you never forget, do you know who got the big money?
- I can't hear a thing! - Who got the 4 million?!
I can't hear you...
I just want to ask him...
- You almost ran me down! - I can't hear you, come closer.
- I almost lost my head... - Rest your head here.
- Can you hear me now? - Yes.
Since you know I got 4 numbers right, you know who got all 7?
No... I can't remember him.
How do you know it's "him", not "her"?
Move that car, or I'll call the police!
- We'll talk later. - Help!
- Are you following me? - No.
Get lost, I don't want to see you again near my car.
The window is stuck. Turn your head.
Here... for the neck.
Are you positive she knows who the guy is?
I had both of my ears in the car. She knows.
- She knows. 100%. - Of course she knows.
If she knows, why shouldn't we know?
We need the money more than this guy.
We must question her by state-of-the-art methods.
The method is gross, but...
But it works.
- What's with the binoculars? - For surveillance.
- Maybe the winner will show up. - How will you recognize him?
He lost 4 million. He'll be desperate.
- To marry you? - I wrote down my skills.
I'll tell him in private about my special skills.
- I'll put this with the others. - Thank you.
- Is anyone here to play lotto? - No...
Everybody has a message for the winner?
I'll close, then. I'm not the welfare service.
You can close down completely.
Everybody, go home!
- She's going. - I'm going, too.
Wait! Come here!
- What now? - She's coming our way.
What do you mean, I can close down completely?
There will never be another winner here.
No one will play again here, ever.
- You think so? - Absolutely.
She's gone?
- She went to buy something. - What?
Pull over in the shade, Vito.
Help!
They failed to rape me and came back to kill me!
Hey! Old bat! Shut up, or both of us will rape you, for real.
- Really? - We won't fail!
They mean it.
- What now!? - The reverse is stuck.
- May I? - Go ahead.
- Hello. - Good morning.
I brought you another shirt.
- Thank you. - You remember me now?
I was looking for your ticket. The lotto slip, at your place.
- I couldn't find it. - I really don't know about that.
But I'm glad you know my name and where I live.
The doctor told me that I lost my memory.
Yes, but not for long.
They told me it will come back to you... in time.
- That's for sure. - Nice.
- What are you doing down there?! - Who? Me?
Nothing, I came for a visit.
- He saw us! - Who? The Big Nose?
I know him. Don't worry. I'll take care of him.
- When? - Tonight.
- Did you follow her? - I did.
- What happened? - She's been kidnapped!
- Where? - Here, in front of the café.
- Who? - Guys from this morning.
- Did they see you? - I don't think so.
Where was she?
She went to the hospital, talked to some guy.
- Did you hear what they said? - Not a word.
Some creep kept screaming.
I've got no time for fucking around, you punk!
Do you know that false report is a felony?
You're not lying? Yeah...
- What a jerk. - Who?
The officer called me an idiot and hung up.
- You really are an idiot. - Why?
Nobody calls the police in case of kidnap.
- You did your duty, let's go. - Wait a minute.
- Leave her alone. - Eat shit.
- What happened? - Some punks, again.
Now they say the lotto agent has been kidnapped.
Allegedly, some thugs in a SUV.
- Do we have the license number? - That's just a practical joke.
My instinct tells me something else.
Now what?!
Tell us now, the easy way.
For the last time... Vito...
For the last time, who has the ticket?
How can we find him?
If you don't speak, you'll get the hard way.
No use. Go get the interrogation device.
Now you'll watch that commercial for tough grease. You know it.
But we have it on DVD, 2000 times in a row.
The late Giga Alcatraz resisted until the 486th time.
Then he ratted on his own brother.
Everybody else broke down before 200.
- You can break the record. - No way. Giga is the champ.
It took him 100 times to understand the commercial.
- Do you want to bet? - As usual.
Ripping you off is a piece of cake.
Let's go.
- I know you think it's too much. - What's with this thing?
Nobody can be so stupid. Except for Djole.
But they swear it was like this, and that this ** scene.
Vito... you didn't fix this yet? - I tried everything.
Did you try to rotate it?
Why? This is a high wide screen.
- Vito... widescreen is broad. - Really? Then, what's high?
The resolution is high. Let me just...
I'm sorry, I can't watch this. But I put my money on you.
Please, turn it off... grease... no more... tough... TV...
- I'll tell you everything! - 520 times...
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Let's see the money.
Sister, bro, you're good. You broke the record.
- Let's hear it now. - Turn this off.
Hands in the air, when I'm telling you.
You can't fool me with that "I lost my memory" shit.
- Where's the ticket? - Sir, I really lost my memory.
I know a great cure for that.
Dr. Vito, please...
What's the matter, champ?
Don't you worry, he won't break your record.
Vito, let me do that.
I don't like the bad guys.
Especially here, bad guys can get away with anything.
Although...
Shut up!
Hello... hello!
- Can I help you? - No, everything's fine.
This is your pet?
Good boy...
You'll think that I'm making this up.
But, like that director said, "Film is larger than life".
Put down the binoculars.
- Put down the binoculars! - Wait, this is interesting.
- The police will see you! - Just a second.
Put it down!
Mission 'I oughta get lotto' is almost completed.
- Give me the slip. - I can't.
I looked everywhere. It's not there.
- I told you... - Shut up!
Reset the jerk.
- You haven't seen nothing at all? - No...
- The lady told us something else. - What lady?
- That nice old lady with the bags. - Oh, that lady...
She saw the two of you hanging around the kiosk.
She says you tried to rape her a couple of times.
Come on...
She saw one of you following the lotto agent, to rape her.
- I'm a happily married man. - Do you know where this man is?
- I don't even know who this is. - I spilt drink on that poor guy.
What a coincidence! He's been kidnapped, too.
The bag found in his hospital room belongs to Miss Cherry.
- So, Cherry snatched him? - No!
Two men have kidnapped her, two men have kidnapped him.
And for the end... the desert...
You are?
- Vesna. - She's our PR!
You shut up.
I saw you on TV. You looked very nice.
- Your beautiful eyes haven't seen anything? - No.
This is my card. Call me if you remember anything.
You know what 'PR' stands for? Police Reporting.
- Look who's here! - Quiet!
- Inspector... - Sima!
- What's up, inspector? - A case of kidnap.
- You were in Greece. - I just came, I'll drop down.
Don't tell me that my jerks are suspects?
Not yet. But some of them could be booked.
They are all small potatoes.
They don't have the balls for kidnapping.
You can vouch for them?
Have I ever fucked you with my tip-offs?
You? - Yes, me.
If you fuck me now, I'll revoke your VIP passport.
Better pluck my eye out.
I won't bother your gang for now.
Tell that... Vesna I'll drop by, just to clear something up.
She likes to clear up. No problem.
I forgot to ask you... how's your old man?
What a father... and his son, a policeman.
What a shame...
Never mind.
You owe me tons of money!
Now you attacked me!
I'll kidnap your girlfriend for ransom...
Interesting idea, especially as the events unfold.
- Wait... who the hell are you? - I want to know the same.
- You'd kidnap whom? - That's none of your business.
That is exactly my business.
Listen, son...
Not even my father calls me 'son', you creep!
Lack of tolerance! Her father, Spiros, saved my other leg.
Call me when you leave your mama's place.
- Leave her alone! - That's my problem.
I'll introduce you. Katarina... Zile...
Sale, Katarina.
- Where did you find the wrestler? - She's so feminine.
She drove the truck here. She wants to marry a Serb.
- I pity her husband. - She's very delicate.
Drive this piece of shit!
- What are the cops doing here? - It's a long story.
I would like to hear it, since I guaranteed for your asses.
Katarina, meet Djole. This is our guest from Greece.
I got a message to come here. What is it?
I'm taking you for an interview.
- To the station? - To the restaurant.
For criminals, I use bright light and cold water.
For beautiful women, I use candle light and chilled wine.
I confess everything, there's no need to go.
You ask too much.
20% for consulting is nothing, you have millions!
We don't have the millions!
I'll take care of everything. We open a bank account abroad.
- Where? - In Greece.
I'll fix legal and financial security, investments.
- I don't want to go anywhere. - You can stay here.
Get arrested or get killed with millions in your pocket.
We could go really until everything cools down.
That Greek lady...
She's non-stop touching me, speaking foreign languages.
- She wants to kiss me. - The Greeks love Serbs! See?
What are you doing here? Maniac!
- Scram! - No problem.
One more time: Cherry, you draw.
For each wrong number, the jerk gets a slap.
We play until the moron remembers where the slip is.
Vito will come to replace me when I get tired. Let's go!
- Sadist! - Hey, Blueberry...
Shut up and draw, or we'll make you a porn star.
Figurative speech...
- You're the boss here? - I am.
- You are? - I'm not.
- No? - Yes.
I know that you've seen it.
Don't you make a mistake and tell anyone about it, or else...
You, this café and everybody inside... poof!
- Get it? - I get it, but not really.
I can come back with my SUV and squeeze your head to death.
For your information, I fixed the window, it works now.
- Fine... - You see that kiosk over there?
I'll blow it up now, to teach you all a lesson. Watch.
With a cellphone? Come on...
- Maybe you really can. - Of course I can. Technology shit.
Watch and learn. I detonate the bomb with an SMS.
Now...
Try again.
This cellphone is useless.
This town is full of lunatics.
Leave me alone!
What are we going to do?
Greece! I take you, you take the ticket.
- How? - You'll see.
Could it be one of these three men from the café?
Not a chance! They are all so tiny and ugly.
This man was so...
Bruce Willis!
You played in the minefield?
They won't say a word now. I scared the shit out of them.
How? You said...
I'm glad you find this amusing.
- What are you doing, anyway? - Sit down.
I found out an interesting thing about our little idiot here.
The following thing happened at least 20 times tonight.
Let's go!
What?!
Katarina!
- So? - It can't be!
- It can, every single time. - Can he do it again?
I thought the two of them worked together.
- But then I drew the numbers. - Let me try.
You don't believe it? OK, but first change the outfit.
Why?
- It's straight now. - What's this? A living room?
It's for a pleasant trip. Anyway, this is merchandise.
Our furniture is cheaper than Greek.
We're not yet a member of the EU.
We do it a bit more different.
I should do this to you.
It's all the same.
- How do we cash in the ticket? - It's going to be rough.
You and Sale are suspects. Maybe something will come up.
We always have Djole, he's stupid enough.
- I can't. I was abroad. - What?
So, you have no idea how to pull this out?
I don't.
It's not here, here... where is it?
How?
How?! Hands!
I don't believe this guy. This is not normal!
He beats everything! Monopoly, yamb... even the three cards trick!
- Did he remember the ticket? - Fuck the ticket!
Have you gone mad?
- You still don't get it? - No.
This moron here... wins each and every game.
What if he doesn't play for him... but for us?
- Get it, now? - No.
Number 16... the gentleman with the bandage, again.
One is that gremlin of the Boss, I don't know the other one.
My champ...
Rise and shine!
Good for you, it jammed.
I tried to call you, but my cellphone broke down.
Fuck the cellphone! Look!
Who's the guy?
I'm not sure I want to tell you, and I'm sure I can't tell you.
If you see him again, call me right away.
I never let you down, right?
So, like always, order...
...out of chaos.
Spiros... Sima's dear friend.
He finished school in Serbia, understands Serbian.
You already know that, I just say it for my sake.
Spiros is Katarina's father.
He is also the owner of this beautiful hotel you can buy.
- In the meantime, we carry. - Plus, you get a commission.
When I get it, you'll be carrying only cigars.
In the meantime, we share the expenses.
- You could bring cotton, then. - Here, the furniture beats all!
My profit from this is not less then... 200 Euros!
- A piece? - For the whole lot.
What? That's not enough?
- Vesna... - Where are you?
What?!
Who can verify that? Sima?
OK, come back or else... Bye.
Thanks.
They're in Greece.
In the midst of an investigation. I'll fuck them when they come back.
Don't be so harsh. Although, it suits you.
And the suit is nice, too. Prada? Authentic? Legal?
I'm a policeman, I don't buy hot stuff.
- Why do you ask? - Just may way of interviewing.
What's wrong?
You sissies can't unload even one truckload of furniture.
- We could've used your help. - True.
But, I had other business.
Spiros will help us with the paperwork.
We'll open accounts over him, he'll take some commission.
- Him too? - Nobody's working for free!
- Is he going to keep it down? - Are you going to keep it down?
Anybody can see that you're drooling over his Katarina.
Who? Me? She can't keep her hands off me.
Don't get us in trouble.
Spiros is a good man, but he's the old type of guy.
If someone lays a hand on his daughter he'll have to marry her.
How do you mean?
The man in our picture created havoc in several casinos.
Lucky! Come here.
This is too noisy. Get him in-line skates.
I tried that myself, yesterday. Something's wrong.
Easy... don't get hurt.
- He is banned from all casinos in town? - In the region.
- Fill in this slip. - What's that?
- You'll play on results. - I know nothing about football.
Who on Earth knows the Third Finnish Division?
You have the symbols, go ahead with the combination.
- 1-2, 1 X2, 2-1... This is easy. - What did I tell you?
What's this? A party? What's all the press doing here?
Maybe Spiros wants to impress Sale, his future son-in-law.
- Way to go, Sale. - What are you talking about?
- Why not? - Stop now, or I'm going back.
- You want to be blown to pieces? - Relax.
Cheers, bro.
I don't believe this.
He got right the result in Swedish Second Division.
He even got this one: Racumlat-Hamemlin.
- You were right 100 percent. - We don't need the casinos.
Cherry! Don't be a stiff, make a coffee for me and Vito.
Make it yourself.
Cherry... when I say 'Don't be a stiff', I mean it.
Make some coffee or Vito here will turn you into a stiff.
Don't look for the espresso machine, I threw it away.
Lucky...
Are you all right?
- 14... 23... 29... 30... 31... - 36... 38...
Lotto... ticket... I remember the ticket.
I drew something on the back.
A cherry.
- Why a cherry? - Because of you, I guess.
- Where's that coffee? - Do you know where is the slip?
I don't. But it will come to me.
- How about that coffee? - Coming.
- Listen... we have to get away. - Yes, but how?
My dear friends...
I would like to greet...
...from the bottom of my soul...
...the lucky winner...
...the record-breaking jackpot of Serbian lotto...
...who will invest in Greek tourism 3 million Euros...
...he will buy my... his hotel!
From the bottom of my soul...
...I greet...
...the new owner!
Welcome... to Corfu!
- Are you out of your mind? - He's keeping it low, I see.
This will make the front page of the New York Times.
Nonsense! This is local media! Look... See-End-End, Bee-Bee-See.
I'll kill you.
What a few drinks can do to a man... disaster.
Vito!
They're gone!
Your Honor, I didn't do it, it was all his idea!
They're gone!
You went shopping, I see. The business just grows.
- I told you on the phone... - I know everything.
What did you think, morons? Who owns those casinos?
- I don't understand. - I'll make it clear for you.
- Who's calling? - The Mayor.
Let's see... you borrowed some money for me.
Instead of returning the money you came to my casinos.
Then you BORROWED even more money.
You wanted to drag me in your little scheme.
I would drive myself to bankruptcy with my money.
Boss... if you kill us now... you'll be at a loss.
You're right about that.
I'll loose the pleasure of watching you die slowly.
Anyway...
- This is what we'll do. - What?
I'll give you a couple of days, let's say, seven.
By then, The Hook will be ready.
If by that time I don't get my money back...
- No need to go on. - No.
We all agreed on that.
This leaves only the battering part.
I'll seize all this you bought with my money.
Good-bye.
Sale?
I've never been to Cherry's place.
Yet, it seems to me like she is the... flower type.
Nobody will find us here.
I'll take care of you until your memory comes back.
As for the money... we took enough from those gorillas.
We'll manage. Anyway, my job has flown out of the window.
Out of the window...
My ticket... I slipped and it probably went out of the window.
Come on... what are you saying?
I don't have the ticket.
The jackpot is gone.
Don't get so upset. We'll find them.
Who cares about them? I'm looking for the ticket!
I already searched everything.
I took pictures on my cellphone, but the display is not working...
I can't believe it! That man is letting everybody in!
- Who the hell are you?! - I'll tell you.
What have you done to my apartment?!
How did you know I needed one, just like this?
- Vito! - Present!
Did you speak to him? What did he say?
You are in deep shit, so are we.
- Why? - You've disgraced his daughter.
- Not me, Sale. - But he caught you!
What does she say?
Nothing, she doesn't dare defy her father!
I understand. What is our next step?
Our? Your next step is wedding.
The man said, no wedding, no papers.
That means deportation back to the police or the criminals!
- It makes no difference. - I'm already married.
- I can't be married twice. - Let me see that.
- Give me back my ring. - It's just a bit illegal.
What? I'm not getting married twice! Give me back my ring!
If my wife founds out, she is going to cheat on me for sure!
- Give me back my ring! - Calm down.
I'll think of something. You know I always do.
You know Sima.
Four 4 million, you'd marry ME twice, not just these two women.
Love... sea... wedding...
This is where it really starts.
"My dear two morons"... that's us.
"If you receive this letter, you're in even deeper shit."
"The betting shops are mine, too."
"The money you owe me multiply by two."
"See you the day after tomorrow. Boss"
I don't believe it. He controls the bookies, too.
Next thing you know, he'll control the church, God forgive me.
Bastard.
The lucky winner is one of the owners of the Caffe.
- I'll turn it up. - Don't touch it, please.
Tonight, at the 'Caffe Lemonade', we celebrate.
- The photo of Zile... - Who the hell is this?
He was sitting with the guy I scared.
- You had him in your hands? - How was I supposed to know?
We should've snatched him, not that unlucky luck of ours.
I told you it went out of the window.
Right in front of that jerk! Four million!
Wait... you're not upset?
It doesn't matter now anyhow.
What does matter, if not that?
The fact that you're beautiful... when you're angry.
And you hit your head and messed up your brain.
You don't know what you're saying.
Where are you going?
We are packing and going to Greece.
- Why Greece? - To get what's ours... yours...
Cherry... sit down... relax.
I already filled in another ticket. See?
You are my good luck.
Bro...
- We must go to Greece. - Yes, but we have no visas.
Do I go to the Embassy, or do we order?
- We order. It's easier. - Right.
Play.
Check.
This is the recording.
- Where was this? - At the bookmakers.
Interesting... look at him.
- Now what? - I sent you back home.
Tough game.
Hi, fellows. I'm sorry, I forgot my key.
We are really glad to see you.
You could've phoned, we could clean up.
As far as I can see, it's already cleaned up.
Just this... bingo... lotto.
You like to play?
We can't help it... we love to gamble.
I know. All the casinos and bookies have your pictures.
Don't listen to those jerks, bro.
I'm not your brother. Call me Mr. Inspector.
I don't care about the shit you're in.
I only want to know where is this man.
I want a straight and fair answer.
Straight... I don't know.
Fair... I don't know.
Listen, you clown. I can arrest you two straight away.
- But I won't. You know why. - Yes, because of that...
- I didn't ask you anything. - Let Mr. Inspector speak.
Do I have to arrest someone? Has anyone been shot?
We don't do that, you know it.
We are just small potato, scumbags, trash...
- Vito... enough. - I'll put it this way.
If this man is not in my office the day after tomorrow...
...smiling, unharmed, you'll be fucked up.
I'll throw the book at you. Is that clear?
Clear.
See you.
Now we can choose between the book and the hook.
He smashed the lock. See that?
Hey, bro... Don speaking.
Get those visas, we're in a rush.
- Who's that? - Lale 'Schengen'.
Ljuba 'Visa's' brother? He's good.
Where to, young man?
You have responsibilities.
- Vesna? - Zile! You, lucky winner!
Yes, we're celebrating.
- Listen to me, carefully. - What?
Yes, I have the visa.
I have to do what?
You already have one.
You're marrying another one?
Inspector... smartly dressed, as always.
- Gucci, right? - You have a sharp eye.
You have good taste.
When are your friends coming back from Greece?
- Why do you need them? - Just to clear up some things.
I could also send a warrant to the Greek police to arrest them.
Don't, please.
They are all good people, they didn't do anything.
- You're acting now as their PR? - No, I've known them for years.
I could take you there, I just received a call.
- Why would I go down there? - For an interview, what else?
- Just with them? - With me too, if you want.
I'll think it over. I have some things to do tomorrow.
We'll be in touch.
I'm sorry to say, we have no winner.
- This can't be. - Why not?
Until a couple of days ago, I never got anything.
- How about yesterday? - Yesterday I didn't have you.
What's that got to do with this?
Cherry...
I ran out of luck... only to find my good luck.
You call this luck?
I have no kiosk, the police and the thugs are chasing you and...
That doesn't matter. I love you.
I love you, too.
But we can't let that jerk get away with our money.
No way.
Hi.
I accept the offer.
Greece...
The most popular holiday resort for Serbs.
Because it's the only resort we haven't been at war with.
Once a year, a mass of people form Serbia rush into Greece.
We deal with a smaller mass going to an odd group travel.
To Corfu.
- Vito, where are we? - The GPS is down...
Do you want to interview me now?
I know, later.
Please, fasten your seatbelt.
- I've never been to Greece. You? - Me neither.
Do you have the passports?
Just kidding.
How did you manage to mess up a good car like this?
You now that cranking sound? It's the shaft slinger.
I better change it now, we don't want to get killed on the road.
It makes no difference, the Boss will kill us anyway.
- Let's go! - Wait, the camshaft...
Fuck the camshaft! Let's go! Shut it down!
How do you shut this?
Of all the idiots, a Serb! To kill me on the Greek road!
I have their number. I'll get them when I come back.
- You can do that, too? - The police can do anything.
I never asked... how come you become a policeman?
It's a sort of a personal revolt.
- Against who? - My old man.
Forget it. A long story.
You have something to be interviewed about, too.
So, how do you pronounce my name in Greek?
Kirios Vito.
- So, I say, 'Kirios Vito'... - I'll do the talking.
- What now, Vito? - I have to secure the car.
Vukota!
Vukota, you dog... now a seadog.
Hello, boys.
How do you like her?
I mean, the ship. What are you looking at?
She's nice.
I like it when our people make it in the big world.
I manage... What's the situation back there?
It's not ripe yet for returning home.
I've had enough of this EU. The computer is programmed...
We know, we did cigarette trafficking for you.
- Cigarette? - You wouldn't understand.
I am doing business now. Europe, and so...
- Can I try to? - NO!!
Sima...
- We decided to run away. - Who? You and Zile?
No. Katarina and I are in love.
Are you out of your mind?! Better pluck my eye out!
- Run away, but after the wedding. - I don't care about the wedding.
It's all just for show.
After we take the money, we'll annul the marriage.
I'll come back and tell him that the two of you are in love.
Just let tomorrow go by. Tomorrow!
Where is the groom?
Spiros took him to rest.
He wants his son-in-law fit and cheerful for the wedding.
Honey, it's me.
I'll be away a bit longer on business.
The things are... give it back!
Leave your wife alone, you're getting married.
Remind me later to kill him.
No problem. You go to jail, I take over the bride.
Listen up...
Spiros made a point of doing it on the beach.
His daughter always wanted a beach wedding... a wedding.
Let's go!
We are gathered here to unite the young couple.
- That's my ring! Give it back! - Hush.
Save me, Lord...
If anyone has any objections, speak now, or shut up forever!
I have! The groom is a crook!
Who are you, barging into a wedding?
Ask him ho I am!
That man stole our... his millions!
You're holding our... his winning ticket!
- I can tell you the numbers. - Everybody knows the numbers!
Yes, but not everybody knows about the sketch on the back.
The sketch is not important! We have the ticket!
Spiros! You'd rather have a crook than a bum marry your daughter!
He says...
- A rip-off is a turn-off. - A write-off.
A rip-off is a write-off. Kirios Vito.
We'll take the ticket, we see it's only trouble for you.
When it starts going, it keeps going.
Or, I have a shit-load of luck.
How about you, runaway?! Is that nice?! You!
Come over here... it's not nice to run away.
We're taking the bride in case you think of calling the police.
You! Where to?
You have to cash in the ticket!
I like Greece. Everything goes smooth here.
Hop in!
This wedding is not legal. I'm Zile's wife.
Katarina and I, we are in love. We'll get married.
If they don't kill her.
What's going on here?!
- 31... 36... 38. - Right.
Bridegroom... you wanted to cash in somebody else's luck?
Let's hear it! Sing!
Cheer her up! She can't stop crying!
Vito will get upset!
Vito, you broke the record. Eight hours.
I told you. If it wasn't for the change of transaxle...
Turn off the lights.
- Groom, change your outfit. - In what?
In a wedding gown! Think of something!
I can't take you to cash in looking like that.
What?
- Hello, morons. - Vito, it's the Boss!
You were not coming, so I dropped in.
I decided to wait.
Finally, here you are.
- Boss... here is the money. - You're fucking me?
- No. - The bag is too small.
I have the lotto ticket worth 4 million Euros!
We have something even better that the ticket. Come!
He is worth more than all the money in the world.
- Those casinos we ripped-off... - My casinos...
We've done it all with his help.
- Get the hell out of here... - I'm going straight there, Boss.
This moron filled in the ticket, this jerk took it from him.
Vito and I had to go to Greece to snatch them to pay you back.
It's all true. I almost shot some pictures, but my cellphone...
I lose my money, you lose your lives.
You'll see for yourself in a second.
You can draw any card you want, he'll draw higher.
Let's make this your last wish.
I drew a ten. If he draws lower, I kill you.
No way! Come on.
What's wrong?
- Lower! - Lower?
Why don't you say so?
I'll kill you!
What am I to do with you? I'll kill you, too.
- No, please. I've just married. - I have to get married.
- I'll kill you. Why not? - Because I say so.
I like that part in the movies when a tough guy appears.
When he says, 'Don't worry. I'll take it from here'.
- Don't snap your fingers... - Why not, my son?
- You want to show off? - It always bothered me, Dad.
You showed that you were in control, than ran off to Italy.
If I was in control, I wouldn't have let this embarrassment.
My own son, a policeman.
All the jailhouses have our name written on the walls.
Four centuries of family tradition means nothing to you!
200 years of imprisonment of your forefathers!
You sold all that, and why?
For a lousy tin badge and a parking space. Shame on you.
It's better to leave your wife and kids and go stealing in Italy?
I confess... I'm guilty!
Satisfied now, inspector? You're just like your mother.
All you want is to make me feel bad and guilty.
All right... here...
Arrest me, I'll finally carry on the family tradition.
- No, I need these people. - These are people?
I don't mean your thugs, I want the newlyweds and him.
All right, take them. But there's something I don't get.
Wait for me outside. You, too.
- Who is it? - The Service.
- Tell them I'm busy. - Everybody out! Out!
Scram!
- What is it that you don't get? - Why haven't you arrested me?
I know you well. Imagine someone else in your place.
I have better things to do than to work all day through.
- You are a bright young man. - They say, it's in my blood.
You're coming for lunch on Sunday?
I have a reputation to keep.
And if Ma finds out, she'll kill me!
See you.
That's for sure, by the nature of our business.
What can we do?
Finally, this is the moment where I come in.
Everything's clear now.
It seems that the winning ticket is definitely yours.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- It's all right now. - No, it's not all right.
We found the ticket. If it wasn't for us...
That's true.
You don't have to, but certain percent for these gentlemen...
Yes. But please, not a word to my future wife.
She's uptight when it comes to money.
- Future wife? I didn't know that. - She doesn't know it, yet.
She'll find out when we come back.
I have to go and pick that load of cash.
Thank you all.
- Have a nice day. - You, too.
- Nice young man. - I think he's slightly deranged.
No... well, slightly maybe.
This could go on without me, but now I come in.
Without me, there is no happy ending.
- I'm sorry. - No, I'm sorry.
- It seems we meet only like this. - It seems so.
Mister! Hey, mister!
You dropped this ticket.
If you won something, you'd better collect.
You don't know how big this favor is.
No problem. I always give everything back.
I like to say, 'a rip-off is a write-off'.
I'll make it up to you somehow. Have a nice day.
- Why are you telling him this? - Why not?
- He doesn't speak Serbian. - He's listening very carefully.
No, he's looking at you very carefully.
I came to this point, and I'll finish.
He asks if anyone has now any objections?
- I do! - Now you're Lucky's wife, too?
Move a little, for the shot.
He pronounced you husbands and wives. Kiss!
You want to make a movie out of this?
No way. This is too ludicrous for a movie.
It's for a Latin telenovela. But, it's in Greece.
Are there Greek telenovelas?
This is the part where you and I meet.
And so, they lived... How do they say in fairytales?
You don't understand a single word, do you?
I bet you think, 'Go on talking, I like your looks'.
You would like to know what happened to those thugs.
Me, too. But I don't know.
Shut up!
Look, my cellphone works again. Let me...
Vito... bro, we got away just fine.
You call this 'just fine'? Look at us.
I know, but we're alive. Nothing more can happen.
There you are, you punks! I recognize you!
You sent me here! You'll get the bat now!
No, old bat, bro!
Great lemonade.
Why don't you tell him what really happened?
That's another story.
English subtitles: Zvonimir Ivanov