Cast:
FIRE! Film by Pjer Zalica
Adnan, my sin, they think I'm insane.
And what you think? - That you're insane.
You see...
It's complicated thing you know. - Complicated, all right.
I don't drink. - Way to go. You've become refined.
Are you really dead? - Yes, I am.
They are advising me that I should forget you. - You should.
Where are you now? - What do you mean? - Are you up or down?
Dad, there is no up. - So, you're down?
Under ground. - In a mine, of course? - I don't know.
In Sebia, right? - I guess. I don't know.
Do you have someone? How are you?
There's this woman... She's a cook.
Cooks are good women - fat and faithful. Is she ours?
Nope. She's a Serb. - But she cooks well?
Yes. - Then, who cares? - That's right.
Listen... I'll get you out of prison. Don't you worry.
You can do nothinng about it. - Yes, I can.
I'll get you out of there at the cost of my life.
Go to your room!
What is he doing? - Azra...
Executive producers:
I'm fed up with this fucking shifts in the forest.
As if someone would set a fire. Who would ever come here?
Even the wolves ran away.
What the fuck are you doing?
Hey, you maniac, what are you doing?
Written and directed by:
Amra!
What brings you here? Aren't you in Germany? - I came back.
For good? - We should clear this place first and who nows...
How are your folks? - Great.
You joined firemen? - Yep.
I teach German language. - Oh, professor...
You're still painting? - That's nothing. -Don't say that.
I still have my portrait you've made. - In Germany?
That's nice.
You wanna come out with me? - Sure thing. Should I...
I'll pick you up tonight. - OK. - OK.
Bye!
She has friends like her?
No! Move over.
Amra?
What is it?
Everything's fine.
That's probbably a Chetnick. - Please, don't talk rubbish.
She was your classmate? - Yes.
Bloodthirsty motherfuckers! - She should've stayed in Germany.
That's the way things go. Go home.
We never had mines here!
Hamdo, take care of him.
Come on!
Tell me. - 70 cartons of Marlboro, 66 of Lucky Strike,
16 of what's-its-name, 7 Chinese and 9 Kurds.
Kurds wanna give a hand, and Chinese just sit and smoke.
And fresh "meat" from Serbia?
Come on, ladies, smell the air.
You know your job, you know the rules, these stay with me...
If you're no good, these can be burnt, and then - God help you.
What's your name? - Magdalena.
We'll make something out of you.
Wait! Where are you goin'?!
Everything's fine? - Yeah.
Transporting in Croatia is fixed.
The board guards will look on the other side from 1:50 till 2.
A boat is waiting for them on the Sava river. When they pass,
they are our concern no more.
They gave you money? - Pich, give 'im dough.
We're short of 500 DM. The Cinese girl's pregnant.
She's in the truck? - Yes.
OK, let's see.
Let her stay.
Deduct that from his pay. Go now! Mesure the freight!
This kid is good. Let him join the police. - No way.
Come, give me my share. - You give me mine.
For the cigarettes... - Gimme, gimme!
For the refuges...
For the booze. - Right! For the fuel... Hold it.
For the hookers. - OK.
What's that for?
The treat. - You say?
The fresh "meat" has always been edible like good meat.
Can we speak? Are they...
Quiet down there!
Are they discreet? - I have their passports -
they don't exist. And he who doesn't exist is discreet.
When did a man land the Moon? - I've no idea.
In 1993?
There's this prize game. The prize is a new car,
but the questions are really tough.
Where are you? What's up? Hamdo...
You came to see the chicks? All right, man.
Pich, we used to go to school in here. - Fuck the school.
Amara went with us, too. - They sent here to Sarajevo.
And both legs up to the knees... - Both? - Both, bro.
She'd be better off dead.
What?
You think I don't care?
I have to transport this white slavery.
Please, don't go. Sit with us, we haven't seen you for a long.
Come! Look at this!
Has this anything to do with elections?
Why are we summoned? - We'll see. - Troubles?
How should I know?
So, gentlemen, the war is over.
Excuse me, chief, the war was over two years ago.
The hell is over.
You think the war is over and people are starving.
There's no job. We can't walk down streets peacfully.
The children are exploding. You call that a peace? - No.
Sure, you don't. - What else is new? - Everything.
You all saw the car?
That limousine belongs to Mr. Bill Clinton.
He is going to visit our country,
and in the scope of that visit, he'll visit our town.
Clinton, the singer? - The president of USA, Osman.
And what do we need him for? - To be our godfather. - What for?
What do you mean what for?
So that the West give us some money, open our eyes...
But, we have to earn that. - And how can we do so?
By giving our best!
First, interethnic corporation. Meaning what?
That we should work with Chetnicks? - Bingo.
Second, to fight against crime and terorrism.
We are fighting right now. - We're fighting my ass.
I want all the crime to disappear.
I won't tolerate even the kids' games till this overs.
Is that clear? - Lf you say so.
Third, cultural activities. Meaning? - Camouflage.
Right, teacher. We should decorate the whole town,
come up with activities and we need an orchestra.
What orchestra? - We had one. - During the peace.
We are living in peace now. Assemble an orchestra.
They don't know how to play. - Then they should learn!
You teach music. Learn them how to play.
Just neccesary things, for God's sake.
Does anyone now how this new flag of ours looks like?
It is yellow and blue... just like that motor oil.
That's right! It has a yellow-green triangle
with white spots. You all know it.
That kid, Faruk, draws good. He painted the labour-union.
We'll prepare for you, Clinton. We'll knock you dead, I swear.
You'll be fed up with this music.
Lucky for us that we're painters.
We won't have enough paint for three paintings? - We won't.
He has a big head all right.
How's your old man? - He sleeps underneath the walnut tree.
He eats? - God knows what's going on in his head.
Hi there. - Where are you?
You said you were down.
You like that tree? - I've always loved it.
Just like me. Look how big it is. - Great.
I sleep here now. It's much cooler.
Smart thing to do. - I'll take care of everything.
I know what to do. Just be patient. Please.
Did you say something, Dad?
You've frightened me. - I thought you said something.
Oh, Osmo?
Hasna will be happy to hear where I've found you.
Why did you come? - To arrest those like you.
Sit down.
How's going? - Great.
What a peasant knows about the whiskey.
We have to break off everything. - What you're talking about?
We had a meeting.
Everything has to stop.
I don't get it.
Everything has to stop.
We're expacting the president of USA.
No crime in Tesanj anymore.
I don't give a fuck for him.
I have 200.000 DM. And what about trucks...
Curdes, Chinese, booze, fags, pussies?
Women are fucking for money for our fun,
and everything's to stop cause some president's coming?
Who the fuck is he? - Whatever.
The foreigners are already meddling in everything.
They'll turn this place up and down.
They'll figure out everything and you won't even bat an eye.
You'll protect me. - I don't know, bro.
The situation is tough. - There must be a way.
The foreigners are stupid. We just have to trick them.
I don't know. They are already pressuring me.
I'm not sure how long I can take it.
We're talking about superhuman forces here. I'm just a human.
You withstood worse things.
Come, gimme a hand. This won't finish off by itself.
You are listening to the news. The group of foreign citizens,
Chinese and Curdes mostly, died last night in attemption
to pass illegally from Bosnia to Croatia, on the Sava.
What are you looking for?
You better dress up. - I'm dressed up.
Iron it. - What do you need this for? - I need it. Do so.
If he could talk about the reforms.
What? - You should speak first.
Look over here. We had a war. No one denies it.
Before the war, Bosnia had none,
and now, we have two entities.
These two entities are, let's say, two.
But principally, we all live in one country.
What's he babbling about? - Let him talk.
You all see this red line?
You see it or not? - We see it!
This that you see, exists no more.
Death used to flow along this line, and now, we'll sow - life!
Sure we will! - Hamdo, we surely will.
The world is expacting us to reconcile, to become
the part of the world.
And not some... fucking what-do-l-know.
From now on, we'll have regular duties with Serbs from...
that entity of theirs. Therefore, you and Serbs...
...work together. - We and those Serbs?
Yes, those Serbs.
I present you International organization.
This gentleman is our colleague. He'll explain you everything
and he'll manage this business... in English.
Just look at them. Look at those Chetnicks.
That black guy, what was he doing during the war?
Embroidering? - The other looks somehow normal to me.
Those are the worst ones. They cut the throats with their teeth
He looks fine to me. - Gimme a break with that refinement.
I used to know a fine guy in my firm. Lovable like a lamb.
The very first day of war he picked up neighbours
and - bam! - On their heads.
He's coming over here. You talk to him.
With that trash?
What's up?
Same all, same all.
It could rain.
Yeah, it could.
Wind could blow clouds away. Wind might...
Tell me... You have those "Pumpers" diapers?
I guess so.
Could you buy two packages for me? - I could.
We have the Russian ones which give rush to the baby's ass.
How big it is? - Ass?
No, baby.
Three months.
Thank you. - You're welcome.
We'll see each other.
He's faking it. - He's got a baby!
He's faking it.
OK... We're starting now.
A Serb...
My appologies, he said too many things at once,
but that's the point - we work as a team.
Right now? - Now.
We, Serbs, are ready.
Tell 'im to take his hand out of the pocket.
Fuck it... This one's crazy!
He's giving me this!
Good afternoon.
You're still singing, Gugo? - Yep, but don't buy at my shop.
Take the bananas and go. - I didn't mean to cause
any troubles. - And what did you mean?
Pack your things and go, you Chetnick whore.
You have a nerv to come here! - What are you yelling about?
What is it? - Instead of expeling her, you're protecting her.
What did we fight for? - Where did you fight?
In the middle of Berlin? Hadn't they expel you,
you wouldn't have seen Bosnia at all. - You go fuck yourselves.
Hitka. - Thank you. - You're welcome.
What brings you here? - I came back. - For good?
Good. Where are you going? - In the town hall, to register.
I'll give you a lift.
Hello, Zaim.
If there wasn't for me, would you ever become a chief? - No.
Have I ever asked you a favour? - You haven't.
Now I will.
Go ahead. - I need your help to bring back my son.
What son? - Adnan.
Adnan is... - In a mine, in Serbia!
I have different information. - I know he's up there.
What makes you so sure? - He told me so. - Adnan? - Yeah.
How can I help you?
You tell the Americans to save our children.
They do that first, and the rest afterwards.
You tell them that. - I will.
I think they'll agree to that,
but we'll have to win them over to our side. - How?
They'll start to investigate,
and you know we have all the kind of things here.
We have to hide those, before they find them.
We need a doer.
You scratch my backs, I'll scratch yours.
I made a huge mistake with you, Mugdim.
I'm glad to tell that we have nothing to hide.
I guarantee you wouldn't come across any obstacle in our town.
Therefore, I wish you a succesful work,
and I wish you wouldn't find anything.
Where?
Would you like something to drink?
Zaim! What brings you here?
Sorry, we have some guests, would you come later?
First, you bring us back our children missing in war.
Otherwise, no collaboration! - Selma...
You helped us to lose them, now you bring them back!
You're still bringing back your children from Vietnam.
You should! - Zaim, please don't. - Did you hear me as well? - Yes.
Children first!
If they don't do so, you kiss their ass for nothing.
I really do appologize. I can't explain this.
This man lost his son.
He's retired.
You're welcome.
Babe, go downstairs.
What you're looking at?! You had enough!
Fuck you.
Get dressed!
If they don't want whorehouse, no problem!
We push culture then.
Look over there! What do you see?
A Serb, Croat and muslim. What's that?
A mutual life? They wanna reconciliation,
I'll give them that. A brothel is the past.
Labour-union on the border is bastion of reconcilliation,
that's the future! That's us! Children are playing together.
Multiethnic tennis, mutual chorus!
And we push ours, the way we know. - And they represent?
"Crazy Horse" of reconcilliation performing its dance
at the beginning of construction of our Center.
LET'S BE FRIENDS WE'RE HUMANS - NOT WOLVES
I don't know to make speeches.
I'm glad you came.
I'm glad I see my vision coming true.
I'm glad we're together. That's the only way to prove
that we're umans, and not wolves.
So, let's dance!
We all know this one.
What's with you? We could stay a little longer.
You would really stay? - You're right.
Fuck them and their muslim village.
They still dream of brotherhood and unity.
Zaim's missing.
Where is he? - Have no idea, he's not home.
He was digging in the garden. - What? - I don't know.
I'm worried about him. He's been acting strangely lately. - How?
He's alone all day long, talking to no one.
He's obsessed with Adnan.
Faruk, I think I know where he's gone.
He'll be back in a couple of days. Don't worry.
Go home and call me if something comes up.
What is it now?
You come with me. - What do you need me for?
You go alone.
And I'll let you drive my car all the way to Tesanj. Go.
What are you looking at? - Nothing.
You wanna see if I have legs.
What are you doing here? - I need some paint.
What are you painting? - Clinton's coming,
I'm painting him. No big deal. - It is a big deal.
When's he coming? - Soon. - Tesanj must be a nuthouse now.
The place is full with foreigners. - I'd like to be
there. - Why wouldn't you? You just ask the doctor.
Would you like me to ask?
My folks sold the house. - Great.
Dad says he wouldn't come to Bosnia at the cost of his life.
I'm sorry. - It doesn't matter.
OK, approach.
Inhale.
You're avoiding me, or something? - No.
I don't know. It looks like to me.
When shall we go to coffee? - Whenever you like.
I'll find you. - OK.
Lady, you could examine your lungs as well.
There is no need for you to go to X-rays.
Through a Bosnian, no X-ray will find its way.
What the fuck is this?
What with?
Is there any key?
If there isn't, bring me some burgulars, just to open it!
Light the room.
Put the fucking light off!
No way.
You remeber that man rushing into my office the other day?
Crazy man. He had hidden that weapon before he retired.
We knew nothing of it.
You should know one thing.
Zaim Sabica was the chief of the police before me.
He's become weird since his son death.
Not informing anyone in the police,
and knowing the project of this buillding,
he made this storage of weapons by himself,
probably with the help of someone from his generation.
We'll investigate this.
What's she's saying?
He's not in the town at the moment.
On the trip.
I could kill him right now. - Let's see what we are to do.
We sould offer them someting to fix this bad impression.
Tell me - what?
We have no crime, no whores, and those poor firemen
are on the verge to marry each other.
I could only kill Zaim and take his head to them. What?
I don't know. I have no solution. - Me neither.
Refuges.
Excellent.
Brava, Selma.
From now on, you're senior advisor.
Call the cheif. I have to meet him. - The Serbian chief?
Of course, not the Finnish one.
Thanks for coming. - Shoot.
I need Serbs. - Come again?
I wouldn't ask if I didn't need them. - Don't have 'em.
Sure some of them want to come back home.
Their home is in The Republic of Serbia.
Obrad, this is important to you, too.
Listen, Huso - I don't give a fuck for Yenkees,
for Arabs... I don't give a fuck for anything!
And do you give a fuck for money? I'll pay you.
How many of them you need?
I need a list with numberous names, and a full truck, now.
They'll come back the moment the foreigners go? - I don't care.
You'll get them.
Obrad, you're a real asshole. I'm glad we had a war. - Me, too.
People are acting.
You know, that's a normal thing in Bosnia.
Like a mosque.
It's a bit dirty, and some granates... but not ours!
We'll clean the whole place.
They will have security, but we don't have job either.
We'll think of something.
We say here:
"Personal example is the best example."
Does this look like terorrism? People are working and building.
And who for? For themselves? No!
For their neighbours who want to return to their homes -
disregarding faith and ethnic group. Here's our host!
How are you? Welcome! Are there any problems? No?
Wait until this house be finished.
Here's the cow...
Can we go home now? - Wait until they go.
Obrad said: "Untill 2 o'clock." - Wait. - Untill 2! - Wait...
He said so!
You're late, Barby. - You fool.
To the right... Go, go...
It won't stand there. - It has to.
The chief said it has to be seen from far away.
It can't be more stupid.
If I stay pregnant, you'll marry me? - Sure thing.
I have to know. - You think I'm not serious?
If you don't, Zaim will kill you.
I don't need Zaim. I'll kill myself!
I don't know. Zaim will kill us. - Come, he's not home.
I don't know.
Out! - Out in a pool?!
The line is here and the rest is out. - Where's line?
Come, serve.
I've a problem. - What kind of a problem?
I'm getting merried. I need a better job.
You'll always have a job. What's the problem?
I want to run this Sporting centre.
Wanna be a manager? A modest guy all right!
You pack those whores for Serbia and take 5 grands for them.
Your serve.
You're just like us.
They fuck you while you're good and then - they hand you over.
Shut up. I'll cut your throat. At least I can cut yours.
You think I care?
Where is your money? - Give 'im money. - Gimme!
I don't want to see you here ever again. - No problem.
Come on!
Where are the children? - It's me.
Is there anyone else? - Just me.
You're hungry?
These are the most poisonous. You're dead before you it them.
Eat! We get our health and strenght through our mouth.
They're looking for me, too. My dad is.
If you find your son maybe my dad we'll find me.
I hope so!
What will you do now?
I don't know.
I was sure he was here.
You should kidnap some VIP to withdraw attention.
But VIPs don't come here. No one comes here!
Except for those like you who search for their lost children.
Fathers have no one to kidnap. That's the problem.
I can kidnap the American president. - He's good,
but you can't approach him. - So, what am I to do?
You bind yourself with the dynamite, and become a bomb.
Put the dynamite, become a big bomb and go to welcome him.
Wait untill the President appears on stage, and grab
the first man next to you. If his an American, the better.
And then you ask them to give you back your son,
or else you'll blow yourself. That's your chance.
Good mushrooms! - Locoweed!
You pay attention attentively.
This is supposed movement of lines of the President's cars
from Tesanj to downtown.
Semso, your men are responsible for all the high points -
these two skyscrapers and the old town.
Senta, your squad... how many men you have?
Thirty-six. - OK. You'll give four of your men to Senta,
and you'll dispose 20 men here... and here... On the accesses.
Is that clear? - Yeah...
We'll continue later.
Security plan.
The President's.
Girl, my men are police force. Their job is to secure people.
All right. What are we supposed to do?
Excellent. Only... that boy over there is ugly.
Kick out the ugly kids. - How?
You want the President to see ugly kids singing?
That's why they say: "That Balkans!"
What's that song?
Well-known? - "The Animals"! - Come again? "The Beathles".
OK, I know. It's not against capitalism? - No. - Excellent.
Situation with the firemen? - Not very well. - You've got an idea?
There's this orchestra in the neighborhood.
They can put on firemen's uniform. - Excellent.
Only... They're Gipsies. - Do they know how to play?
They're born with the trumpets. - Excellent...
Just jam helmets on their heads. As if someone would notice.
There you go.
And I told you two packs. - I'll do anything for a baby.
Thank you. You've no idea what this means to me.
We'll have to drink to this. Where's that waiter? - Razo!
Real "Pumpers", no doubt.
Bring us some sheep, pickle and one bottle more. - No sheep.
The foreigners ate everything. - And for us? - We have the heads.
Who gulps that? - I do.
Don't! You'll dirty my jeans.
Sorry I'm late.
Let me see.
Spread them. Children, give him hand!
Ours looks like this, right? - Look how yellow it is.
You fucking communist. You only heard of red star, or what?
How it should be? - White. - I'll paint it.
Paint! Cut out! Don't sleep! Back to work!
Leave those flags!
Let me hear again!
You fucked up. Admit it. - We all fucked up.
But, you started it! Serbian community, Serbian woods
Serbian tree, bird - Serb, fish, pussy... Serbian leg!
Serbian breakdance!
Serbian tractor plows a Serbian field next to a Serbian hill
on the Serbian land! Serbian air... Fuck it!
Cheers.
We all exaggerated.
You exaggerated with airplanes and tanks! You fucked up!
If you force me to speak... You know who fucked up?
Those who came to save us here - the Americans and Germans!
Why don't you say something? What do you think? - Leave him.
I asked what's his opinion! I just wanna hear his voice!
He should stay silent if he wants to. - And he should!
He'd say all that Stanko did! - You conceive something
and you think you're right! - What did I conceive?
Bombs? Camps? Did I conceive those?
And did I? No, I didn't! - Why were you on the place
where those were conceived? - I was with my people! So what?
And Faruk and I are not your people?
Hamdo, you know very well what I meant. - What do I know?
That he's "your people" because he's a Serb,
and we're not yours because we're not Serbs?
It seems that this is for the best.
I shit on that. Each to its own cage!
And we lived together, we were friends, worked together...
we celebrated together! And one morning you wake up and - bam!
- Faruk and Hamdo are not your people anymore. How comes?
You two are not mine, but you killed my two brothers.
And who killed his brother?
Tell me that. Who? - Let's not talk about that.
Batko Lolak.
Tell the man now, you snitch.
Adnan is your brother, right?
Yes.
Lolak killed him in '92., in the woods next to the barracks.
Your brother worked for that... Velija. He smuggled.
I'd seen him from time to time there.
Where? In Doboj?
Across the line? During the war? - Yeah, in Doboj.
Those barracks were behind the woods next to the border.
You know how smuggling functions in a war.
Why did you kill him?
It's not me who killed him! I'm not a smuggler.
He began to work in his own way,
Velija complained to that Batko and...
Batko removed him. - Velija complained to Batko?
Velija complained to you Chetnicks, and you killed him?
I didn't killed him!
Batko did. That', what they say.
You feel better now? - Gimme a break, please!
Do you have any evidence? - Ask Velija.
You eat eyes?
Why did you kill my brother?
Kid, you have balls as big as tits. - Why did you do it?
Who told you that? - Why did you... - Calm down!
Who told you that? - Your Chetnicks.
Why would I do so? - Cause he left you.
He started to work for his own sake.
Everybody did so in the war. Cut it out!
I loved Adnan more than you did,
and he loved me more than he loved you.
Batko killed Adnan, and I killed Batko.
And what did you do? What?
Not untill today have you asked for him.
He'll marry me, and I'm pregnant.
I love her. I'd give my life for her.
Gimme my pyjamas.
Take her. And tell her not to come back.
Chief...
We are reaching... the moment of decision.
We has to be... strong now.
Tell... me... what to do. I will... do so.
You terrorist?
I may be an asshole, but a terrorist - no.
I wanted that... to know.
Come on in.
Thank you.
Is someone giving you troubles? - I'm fine.
If someone bothers you, you just tell me.
The place looks great.
Did you love Adnan?
I did.
Why did you leave him then?
Who cares. They'll call me "Chetnick girl" for a while,
and then they'll all forget. - But, I want to know.
We agreed to run away. - Who?
Adnan and me.
You know him. "Fuck the war... I might get killed..."
He should've stayed here to get some money,
and I should've get us papers to get across Serbian territory.
How? - He contacted some people in Doboj.
I figured - I'd finished it in one day.
Over a night, the borders were closed...
soldiers... shooting...
They slaughtered men on the streets...
I didn't go out for two months.
And one night, someone knocks on my door. I freeze.
I open a door slightly... and I see Adnan.
"What brings you here?" "We are leaving."
We run... into car... in the woods. We run and run.
He keeps on saying: "It's OK, we're almost there.
Just to pass the woods... and it's over."
I haven't got strenght. I stop...
and Adnan keeps running. - And?
I hear shots. Short ones.
I lie down, face close to the ground.
Silence...
I look up and see Adnan lying and makes no move.
I just see a man, a shadow, taking bag from Adnan...
...and disapears.
I went to Germany afterwards...
I was a singer there...
That's how it happened. I swear.
Thank you.
Have you gone to hospital?
Look at him - motherfucker... - He found his position.
God bless us, Mugdim, my man.
It's now or never. - Now! Don't worry. - I don't.
I haven't seen you lately. - I haven't seen you, too.
Where's Azra?
You two had a row?
What's up?
Dad, I found Adnan.
We can bury him now.
I should change into the uniform - for the welcome.
You should. Service is service.
Once a cop, always a cop.
This is your watch.
We don't need it, old man. - There it is.
Where are you? That chick enchanted you. - I'm here.
Stop squirming!
You got rid of the whores? - I did. - Dough? - It's OK.
One fourth is mine, and the rest is my wedding present to you.
That's OK? - OK.
What's this, bro?
Why did you do it? - Fuck it.
Fried eggs. These are good.
I want to ask you something. - Tell me, old man.
Do I have one reason to be a happy man? - You don't.
Fair enough.
Wait there.
Stanko, could you give a speech about Bosnia and America?
Why not, chief? No problem. We're here. - Thank you.
It seems we've become a team!
Relax, man!
I don't now if I can do this. - You have to be strong.
Good bye, my friend. - Good bye. - Go now.
Let me ask you one thing more. - Tell me.
Am I a fool?
You're not.
You're my dad.
Fucking garlic.
Wanna cigarette? - I don't smoke. You're refined now, all right.
May I? - You must. - Yeah.
Let's go, old man. - Let's go.
I have two children alive.
Of course you have. - God give them life and health.
Fire! Fire!
Wait...
Wait! Godfather! Comeback, godfather!
Fire!
Drive faster!
He must be here. I left him here. - Calm down!
I knew it! Where's he?! - He's gone into pieces.
Zaim, you fucked us up for once and all! You get it?
Zaim is dead. - I don't give a fuck!
You're dead, we're all dead! You get it? Crazy motherfucker!
My condolence.
Sit down.
You punched him good.
I had a good teacher.
You punch 'im first. - Always first.
What are you goin' to do now?
I don't know. I'll go away. Maybe in Germany.
What are you ging to do there? - I'll draw. - That's fine,
but what will bring you money? - I'll be a fireman. - Right.
You can be one in Bosnia, Finland... Craft is golden.
I must go now.
All right.
I would like to ask you not to come to me.
Don't peek through my window at nights,
don't breath at my neck on the street.
We can't breath. - Whatever, just leave me alone.
Don't you worry, my brother.
Give my regards to Hitka. - I will.
This all ended well. - It couldn't be better.