Get away! What?!
-Jesus, you killed him, what the fuck?! -Should I call the cops?
We were never here. We know nothing, we saw nothing.
He's still having trouble breathing. You should take him to the ER.
Mom!
I'm okay, you're okay, the pot's okay. Everything's normal.
-What's that?! -A dead rat.
What gives you the right to rummage through my things?!
You know why they beat me up, don't you?
Ms Čorić, I'll be right with you.
Viktor was trouble, he knew his daddy wouldn't let anything happen to him.
Find Viktor's car and find the girl.
-Blanka! What happened to Viktor? -I don't know!
I know when a little bitch's lying.
First they fisted me, then he choked and threatened me.
-Finally, he beat up my old man. -I'll take care of it.
Consider it done.
The third step to success...
You have to know what you want.
A better job... More money... To sleep peacefully...
Figure out what you want and stick to it.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Thanks.
-Flixotide and Ventolin. Anything else? -That's it, thanks.
-Should I call the police? -They're just standing there.
I'm scared, I have to do another shift.
-I'll call them. -Here you go, it's 27 kuna.
Your PIN, please.
-Declined. -Could you try it again, please?
Sure.
Your PIN.
Declined.
-Got some change? -Come on, guys.
-Give us some change and go. -You'll rob me?
-Just collecting donations. -In front of a pharmacy?
From people in dire need?
Cut the crap, man! Give us some change and get lost!
You shaved your heads and now you are Nazis? Go on, release the mutt.
I'm 7 kuna short of buying medicine for my suffocating kid.
I'm not giving you a penny! Is that clear?!
-Do you want to give me a kicking?! -Garo! Garo, come back!
What's it like when your mutt's smarter than you?
Oh, say hello to the cops.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Good evening.
Are this guys giving you any trouble, sir?
No, no. I'm just taking a stroll to clear my head.
-We're just walking the dog. -A bit of recreation, eh?
That's great. But where's the dog?
It's run off.
Get going then. Find the dog and go home.
Garo, I'll kick your ass when I find you!
It's not the dog's fault.
Hey, man.
How much are you short for the medicine?
-Just a minute, guys. -Okay.
I've got the address, I'll get there. But I have to take the tram...
-What did I say about touching? -The idiot in the SUV is here.
-Maybe they're there, too. -Great.
-Stay here until they leave. -And if they don't, I'll retire here?
-Do you have cash for a taxi or Uber? -Yes.
See, you're not completely useless.
Come on.
Taxi, call a taxi.
Let's see.
Wait...
And?
Wait... Oh, you have a guy.
Mom!
-Look, my son-in-law. -Mom, I don't have a boyfriend.
You don't like boys? Huh?
Look, there's his beard.
No, it's not a beard, it's a mask.
Whoa, good for you.
A mysterious guy with a mask.
Now you'll make a wish. Choose a finger.
The thumb's for money, the index finger's for health, the middle's for...
sex.
The ring finger's for family, love and so on.
And the pinky's for the people around you.
Choose any finger except the middle. Okay?
Think of a wish and stick your finger into the grounds.
Okay? Alright.
Now lick it. Otherwise the magic won't work.
-What do you see? -Nothing, there's nothing.
Scissors. I can really see a pair of scissors.
What do the scissors mean?
I love you.
Hey, who's this mystery guy? Huh?
Good morning.
They found three different DNAs in the skin under the victim's nails.
And a strand of hair in the left palm.
The hair and a skin sample are from the same female.
The other two skin samples belong to males.
-Anyone related to the victim? -No, the female's the Antić girl.
So, Blanka was there.
Her hair was in his hand. What are the chances it was from earlier?
-Plus the tissue under the nails. -The car key?
Here it is, a 2014 Audi A5.
The only prints on the key belong to the victim.
How's it going?
Kalić, come with me.
We've got the girl's DNA on the victim's palms.
It's useless in court.
-She was his girlfriend. -She doesn't know that.
This is Kalić. These are Bruno and Ozren.
Kalić's working the Batur junior murder. These two are narcs.
They've been building a case against Danilo for a year. Kalić, sit.
Associates, links, contacts, rivals.
The kid's bought it because of his father.
A mob hit, that's your theory?
A mobster's son is dead. It's not a theory, it's a fact.
Either a rival or someone close to him wants him gone.
-Whoever killed him... -They knew his weak spot.
-The Audi? -It's Danilo's, but the kid drives it.
Turkey, Kosovo, Bosnia...
The heroin route into Austria.
These guy don't use knives, they shoot you in the head.
-I don't think it's about drugs. -What then?
We know Viktor got into a fight, right?
Two men were there and so was the girl.
Now, who does the rat belong to? Viktor?
Kalić, Kalić... Wait a minute. Fuck the rat.
You have the girl, the mobster father, the car used in deals...
Find the car!
Blanka, where are you going?
I hope I haven't kept you waiting.
-Who's the pretty boy? -A taxi cab loser.
I'll write a warning notice before filing a harassment suit.
Does Batur have reason to suspect you were involved in his son's death?
Alright. You'll deliver this notice to Mr. Batur,
so he knows he'll be dealing with me if he keeps harassing you.
A letter? That's your brilliant plan?
-What planet are you from? -It's my problem from now on.
That's why you hired me.
Yes.
Adam, no paperwork for this.
Wait, how much does this cost?
-Give that money to me, you're nuts! -Come back, don't be a child.
Hi, you have any expensive whisky for clients?
Come back, you have to sign it.
The magic letter that lifts all curses won't work without my signature!
This is stupid. Like some lawyer could scare him.
Just keep the letter on you. If he turns up, hand it to him.
When he sees the lawyer's name, he'll think again.
I should wait for him to turn up?
Don't worry, I'll take care of it myself.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Fikret's going around saying Viktor owed him money.
Fikret? The weed dealer? From Pantovčak?
He's big league now, so he's grown balls.
He's been saying shit about Viktor.
Let the roach crawl.
Boss, when a roach crawls out, you stomp on it.
Don't let him shoot his mouth off Viktor owes him for 2 kilos of weed.
What?
He's walking around saying shit. Making it up.
We can't let people spew whatever shit they want.
-I'll go find him. -Never mind, I'll find him.
You have to find the car.
And this thing about Viktor... Is it...
I don't know.
I'll go buy some smokes.
Oh, look who's here.
For another half hour.
You haven't called in sick for five days, I'm surprised.
What's with the leaflets, Jana? Your man's got a new job, so he forgot?
-I'll tell him to hurry up. -Take care of it already.
-Hey. -Hey, honey.
My boss wants the flyers, you should've done them 10 days ago.
If it's so urgent, he can pay.
We're doing it to compensate him for my sick days.
-You're legally entitled to them. -He can fire me whenever he wants.
Can we sit down and talk, find a solution?
Call Fran about the pizza delivery job.
You weren't happy when I had a job, you're not happy now.
Whatever I do, you just worry.
I had to steal detergent to save 30 kuna.
You stole it because of me?
You said you'd finish the flyers, but you haven't.
You said you'd save the apartment, but you haven't!
You said you'd get a job, but you haven't! Kristijan!
Will you take the notice or should I hand it to your wife?
Your signature, sir.
How can you work for those home-stealing reptiles?
I have a mortgage, too.
I swear I had nothing to do with Viktor's murder. I swear.
I'm sorry about everything. Danilo's after me now.
I'm innocent, I don't want trouble.
-Please, if you tell him, he'll listen. -What is this?
I can hear him at night.
The drums...
That music of his.
I wake up and it's blasting from out of his room.
I enter the room and realize it's blasting in here.
I'll never see him again.
A lawsuit? Who are you to threaten me, you stinking whore?!
-Come here! -What the fuck is she doing here?!
Who killed my son?! I'll stuff this letter down your fucking throat!
-Stop it! -Let go of me!
Come here! Sit down!
-What happened? -This is what happened!
Where did she get the money for a lawyer?
I don't give a fuck!
She'll sue us!
The man I married would make the little bitch confess in a minute!
The woman I married wouldn't be popping pills all day!
You cry it all out! I'm still waiting for tears!
The tears are in vain, Danilo!
You're right. I'll mourn later.
We have work to do now. Come on.
I really did nothing wrong.
Do you miss him?
I won't touch you, I swear. But tell me the truth.
I can't go on like this. You've got to help me.
-How? -Blanka.
-I wasn't there. I swear! -Blanka.
-Don't, don't! -Who killed him?
-Who killed him?! -I don't know!
-Don't! -Where's the car?
Where's the car?!
Did you really kill him for two kilos of weed?!
I want to kill the world, I can start with you!
-I'll find it! -What?
I'll find the car! I'll find the Audi. I want to help! Please!
You said you won't hurt me if I helped you. Please!
-How will you find it? -I don't want to die.
Please. I don't want to die.
Okay.
You've got until midnight.
And then it's judgment day.
Starting with you.
Blanka!
What do you want?
-Who drove you? -Fuck off.
You're driving around with Viktor's dad.
And you're still telling me you know nothing? Come on, let's go.
-I want my lawyer. -Cut the crap.
-I want my lawyer. -Since when do you have a lawyer?
Adam Kaplan.
I'm sorry about your son.
Viktor was a good kid.
He owed you money?
-It's nothing urgent. -How much do I owe you?
There are no debts, Danilo. I just want my stuff back.
Fuck it, two kilos is no small change.
What? You wanted the money or the stuff, he didn't have it...
No, no. I had nothing to do with it, I swear.
I came here to show respect to the dead.
Is this how you usually show respect to the dead?
Listen, he came to me. He wanted a sideline and I helped him out.
Fuck it, I thought you knew.
That's why I wouldn't let him get into such shit.
-Do you know where his car is? -No, I swear.
I'll find out what happened.
If you're lying, you'll need better muscle than these two cousins of yours.
But you have a bunch of cousins, don't you?
At least for the time being.
I want to know about Viktor's car.
We've studied Ms Antić's statement and we have nothing to add.
It's in accordance with her earlier testimony.
Blanka, where's the car?
I told you, I've no idea.
Right, you weren't there when Viktor died. Who are you protecting?
-My client... -Whose client?
Who's really paying you? Danilo Batur?
This guy's not here to help you, but protect his boss.
I can protect you better than Danilo.
-Danilo's protecting me? -Ms Antić...
He thinks I'm guilty.
You're safe only as long as he needs you.
You got the statement.
-For anything else, please contact me. -Just a moment.
Blanka, tell me just one more thing.
Why's your skin under Viktor's fingernails if you weren't there?
Viktor Batur was violent towards Ms Antić. It's there in your files.
That's why her DNA's under his fingernails.
It's worth less than the dirt under your fingernails in court. Let's go, Blanka.
-Is Batur paying her lawyer? -I don't know.
Now she has a lawyer, you have to find a new way of interrogating her.
-What about a car? -Febo's leading the search.
Boss, we're not seeing something.
Batur was looking for the girl, now he's protecting her. Why?
I don't get it. Something's off.
You always start bitching when you hit a wall.
Find the car. Fuck the big picture.
Look for the pieces you know are missing. Okay?
That letter was shit, but you were good in there.
-Can I give you a piece of advice? -No.
She knows you're lying, your story's full of holes.
This is not a joke, it's time you grew up.
If I grow up, I'll miss these great guys,
who want to help me just to shove their hand down my pants.
It's me. We've gotta meet. Now.
Kaplan is my lawyer, surely the best in town.
-Do we trust him? -I can't listen to your shit anymore!
If they have Blanka's DNA, maybe they've got yours, too.
That's a certainty now.
-Goddamn. -Fuck the DNA.
I've got to find Viktor's car by midnight.
-Why? -Danilo wants it.
Who gives a fuck what that maniac wants?
-Wait. -He's gonna kill me!
I told him I'd find the car if he let me go.
-How do you intend to find it? -I don't know.
-Why's the car so important to him? -The cops are looking for it.
Danilo mentioned 2 kg of weed.
He said: "By midnight or it's judgment day".
Great. We must find the car before him and the cops?
Hadn't I told him that, he'd have beaten your names out of me!
-Calm down. -You think I wanted this?!
-All this shit! -I'm sorry, Blanka.
Do you know anything that could help us?
-What car are we looking for? -A black Audi, all souped up.
It's the Audi in his photos?
-Do you have the card? -Yes.
-Give it to me. -You still have it?!
Unlike your old job, you can't just follow the money here.
What are we doing?
-The options are... -Makes no sense.
Either the girl or his father's rivals offed him.
And the car's full of drugs,
smuggled in rats' asses! It's not drug-related, you'll see.
If we find the car. Maybe it's in a garage.
Besides, we're looking for a car, not a cell phone.
The cell. We have it!
-We checked it. Nothing but tits and... -It's got GPS!
We need to see Viktor's final movements.
-Did I just solve this? -You were rambling, I remembered.
-I said the word phone. -Fine, Fabijan, fine.
-That's his car. -Blanka, does this look familiar?
A garage?
-This is not at Viktor's place. -What are you looking for?
He had a hideout. If we find where this was shot, we'll find the car.
How?
-Exif. -What's that?
The camera saves the location in the photo file itself.
-You have the car's location now? -No, but I know where this was shot.
There.
I know where that is.
No luck, no location services.
But it tracks location. We just need the coordinates.
The kid would switch it off. The GPS antenna was ripped out.
He really didn't want anyone to find him.
Fuck!
You think we should worry about the investigation?
I hope not. They only have Blanka and I trust her.
Do you?
I do, but... The DNA, the evidence, we don't know what they have.
Let's take care of this first. What if we don't find the car?
I've no idea. I don't know.
You know what? We should hide her somewhere.
At least until we're sure this is over.
I have a perfect place, but you should be with her.
Of course.
You modeled for ads? Shut up, Kiki!
-Yes, it was my body. And his face. -Are we going?
We'll find the garage, you go with Vinka.
Where?
To a safe place. But you'll have to behave.
-Good luck with that! -Come on.
How can I get a signal this deep under ground?
-Answer you wife. -And tell her what?
"Hi, hon, I got the eviction notice. When shall we divorce?"
Just talk to her. One can get through a lot.
If you fuck up your marriage, that's it.
Get through? I've no job, no money, no future.
Any more advice, Mr. Millionaire?
With the right woman, all you need is a flower, a bottle of wine,
-a kiss and the truth. -Yeah, right.
Wine and flowers and baloney for breakfast.
What now? I should call her and tell her everything?
Yes. She's your wife.
What's this? We could've gone to a hotel.
Come on.
There's no Wi-Fi. What's wrong with a hotel?
We're not in a spa, we're hiding. You always complain.
I'm not a lady like you.
I don't care! You don't have to provoke everyone!
I don't keep quiet and eat shit because my life is great!
-And I do? -Never mind.
-Say it, I keep quiet and eat shit! -And then you snap and kill someone!
Never mind, it's great here.
You're blaming me for Viktor?
You think I should turn myself in. Is that it?
No, that's not what I meant.
You don't have to be such a little woman all the time.
Yes, if only it were that simple.
-There's nothing here. -He shot those photos here.
It's got to be somewhere around here.
Hey, honey. How's Ivor?
I know. I know.
Come on, don't...
Listen, I'll be home as soon as...
I have to go. Sorry, my kid's sick.
Take the key. You'll get there quicker.
And this is for the flowers and wine. You pay for the baloney.
-Go on. Go. Go. -Thanks.
Thanks.
Get a divorce. Kick him out of the apartment.
I will. When all this is over.
What, it was a perfect marriage and suddenly you realized it's shit?
It hasn't been perfect for years.
So before, you'd be, like, your little daughter, little husband, little life.
I'd say to myself, this lady's dead inside.
And now you're raising hell, solving problems.
You're cool inside, but it doesn't shine through to the outside.
I mean, you're not as cool as me.
If you had a shorter skirt, stilettos...
You think it's cool when your butt's hanging out?
Fuck, you're not cool.
I'm hungry and we're out of smokes.
I'll go home to see my kid and I'll get us some food and smokes.
-But you have to stay here. -Okay.
I'm serious.
You must promise me, I promised Haris.
A shorter skirt, higher heels and he won't mind if you break the odd promise.
I knew it, I knew it.
I've got to go. I'll call you later.
-Hey. -Hey.
Weren't they supposed to take your cast off today?
Tomorrow.
-How was school? -It sucked.
I have to go back out.
-This is not a cafeteria. -Ivo, I've neither the time nor nerves.
Who were you with? Where were you?
Where are you going?
Tea, please go to your room for a bit.
You want to settle this now?
I want you to move out.
-Me move out? -Yes.
No, my love. If you want a divorce, there's the door. Go right ahead.
This is my home. I'd like to see you make it on your own.
I'll get the suitcase for you. Just tell me which one.
-Which suitcase do you want, Vinka? -I've said my piece.
Goddamn it.
I'm off.
How stupid must you be to write "Rats and pigs" on a police van?
Hello. Good evening, do you sell rats?
What kind? I don't know, they're all gross to me.
Alright. When do you close?
This is Inspector Kalić. Don't close up, I'll be right there.
Thanks.
-You really found it? -Kiki's thing worked.
Okay, let's finish this.
Come on.
-Where's your fancy car? -What's wrong with my car?
Nothing, it goes perfectly with your skirt.
Yes, that's a fancy rat. We sell them.
-It's fancy? -That's the breed.
When did you last sell one?
A few days ago.
-What can you tell me about the buyer? -He paid in cash.
You still have the tape? I'd like to take a look.
-I'll have to call my boss. -Please do.
This is it.
Give him the address and tell him you're done.
Are you scared?
The last couple of times I was there, they locked me up...
-Can you get his phone number? -We're already here.
I'll go.
Go back and turn the car around.
Who is it?
-Stay here. -Who was it?
-Who are you? -A friend of Blanka's.
I'm here to make sure you keep your promise.
-Where's the car? -I want your word first.
I'll tell you where the car is and you leave Blanka alone.
No problem.
We'll just forget anything happened.
You had nothing to do with Viktor's death.
You just stumbled upon his car, right?
If we can't make a deal, I'll tell the cops where it is.
You think they'll protect you from me?
-This thing with Blanka has got to end. -It will.
It will end.
It will end when I find the killer.
And when I see the light go out in his eyes.
Where's the car?
The car wash on Holjevac Avenue.
There's a new garage behind it.
-Drive. -What did he say?
Just drive.
-What happened? -Wait!
-Hello. -Kiki, we have a serious problem.
-Get to the Audi and slash its tires. -Why?
Danilo's coming to the garage, he mustn't take the car.
Go there and do it. Put on some gloves, touch nothing.
Just slash the tires and get out.
-Will you be able to do it? -Yes, I will.
-Shit. -What is it?
You're sure the cops are looking for the car?
Yes.
-I hope they get there in time. -What going on?!
-He won't stop. He won't see reason. -Perhaps a letter would help.
Shut the fuck up!
Stop this racket. You'll wake the kid.
I have to do something, I'll be right back.
We need to talk.
-Fuck. -You're not going anywhere.
-I have to, I'm handling the bank... -I don't care!
Look at yourself! Is this normal to you?
-What's with the knife? -When I get back, we'll talk.
Are you listening? I can't take this anymore. I can't.
I'll call my mom, I'll go there.
I said you'd never have to live with them again.
You said a lot of things.
It was a long time ago. Let go of me. Let go.
-Is it done? -Yes.
Get out of there before he sees you. Now!
Now what?
Now pray the institutions do their job.
-Kalić! -Yes?
-Have you found the car? -No.
No. But you went out to investigate the rat?
-I can't ignore evidence. -Of course you can't.
A kid talks his father into buying him a rat.
The kid plays with the rat for a month and then bores of it.
So the father wrings the rat's neck and throws is out of the window.
That's your evidence?
-The rat wasn't killed by... -Sit down! Sit!
Listen to me, Danilo Batur...
He needs no warrant, he needs no signed witness statement.
If Batur finds the killer before us, we'll have a new body within 24 hours.
The bosses will bend me over.
And you'll feel guilty for wasting time!
We have the car!
Let's go.
The "boh".
-Hello? -They got him.
-He's under arrest. -No fucking way!
I'm gonna get so hammered! Let' go, huh?
-I can't drive you, I don't have my car. -Fuck the car!
He's gone, I can breathe, I can walk!
-You sure you're not up for a drink? -You should go home.
Yeah, I'm gonna go do my homework.
-Need a ride? -Coffee?
Okay.
Really?
You own this?
I'm doing some work for a friend. He wants more light.
Aren't you some big shot architect?
You still need gigs like this?
Sometimes I like to get my hands dirty the right way.
I sure got them dirty in all the wrong ones.
Scissors. Whichever way I turn, scissors.
What does it mean? The end, a cut, what?
Want me to read your coffee grounds?
-You better not. -Why not?
There's nothing in my past I'm proud of.
And I'm afraid nothing in my future will change that.
Honey?