After the October revolution and the Russian civil war, the defeated imperial army led by general Vrangel, containing over 100.000 refugees, found a new home in the Kingdom of Yugoslavia.
15.000 Cossacks maintained function as an independent military force on the territory of the Yugoslavian Kingdom.
They answered only to general Vrangel and King Alexander himself.
1921, PORT HERCEG NOVI MONTENEGRO, KINGDOM OF YUGOSLAVIA
The final remains of a once vast nation
and a once vast army...
Russia lives thanks to those that died for her.
And continues to live
thanks to those that live for her sake.
Do not despair, prince,
by God's will,
come spring, we will be on the offensive again.
General...
Your hope is vain, we have lost.
Accept that.
Yes...
You accepted that.
While we were spilling blood for Russia,
you've been organizing balls,
drinking champagne, and humping maids in corners.
It's you who lost the war, not me.
It's my army. Mine!
Yes, it's small in number, but those that remain,
they are ready to give their lives for Russia.
Did you hear me? Their lives!
Sir general, allow me to report!
The Donnic and Cuban corps have landed ashore,
their current morale is at a satisfying level.
The cargo is delivered. We await your further orders.
What of the imperial vault?
It's in the captain's cabin. Here's the key. Two men are guarding it day and night.
The brotherly Serbian army will accommodate our units in their barracks.
King Alexander has promised to provide all the help and support he can.
From now on this is our home, gentlemen.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Take it easy with that morphine.
Don't give me that crap,
I'm not your husband anymore.
God disregards divorce.
You're still my husband before God.
Before God, maybe...
but hardly before your current husband.
You want me to stop coming?
If you don't like it...
You know me...
I do only what I don't like.
I'll see you next week.
Don't forget to lock your door.
1928. BELGRADE SERBIA, KINGDOM OF YUGOSLAVIA
COURT TRIAL SET FOR THE LEADER OF THE VMRO BANDIT ORGANIZATION, DAMIAN HAJI ARSOV
Kolubara...Kaymakchalan? (army fronts)
Belgrade.
Belgrade...
(Moscow Hotel in the distance.)
Lead role and the show's creator: Dragan Byelogrlich
Story by: Stevan Koprivica
Please read: Do NOT take every translation as the literal meaning. Even modern Serbian jargon is difficult to properly translate, not to mention some of the terms from 1928.
The following translation will hence focus on bringing the actual expressions closer to the audience, and not their lexical accuracy.
Also, certain words will be spelled improperly in order to enhance this effect.
SHADOWS OVER BALKANS
What are you doing!? That's sacred! Don't touch that!
Good lord...
Is that you?!
POLICE DEPARTMENT BELGRADE
Here's two jacks. Go on, play.
Nope, we're done.
Come on man let's play some. Sveta, your turn.
Good morning. I apologize for the interruption.
Well you're interrupting anyway, Can't you see I just started winning? Don't ruin my luck now.
Wha'd you want?
Excuse me?
Excuse your mother, why'd you come so early?
Come on man just play. Milisav please answer that phone.
I am to report at the department of criminal affairs.
Robberies are down the hall, murders the second door on the left. Whoopah!
Oh no no, you don't understand. I've been sent over from technical police.
Milisav, answer that phone please.
They told me to come in tomorrow at six,
Police department. and I came a bit earlier so as not to be late.
I haven't introduced myself.
When?
Inspector Stanko Pletikosich, technical police, reporting for duty.
Who? Uhhhhhhhhh.
I ain't wrong when I say that everything worth something gets shot in the war, but alright.
Technical police? Understood.
Yes, I finished Reiss' school in Lausanna and got- Let's go boys, a murder at the Russian church, move out.
Oooh. Well, best of luck on your first case.
Hey, leave that brandy and get going. Find inspector Tanasiyevich.
Inspector Tanasiyevich? -Mhm.
And where is his office?
We're closed!
Good morning.
We're goddamn closed mate, out of order. Get out, go on.
I'm looking for inspector Tanasiyevich.
He's not here. Tell me what you wan' an' I'll pass it right on. Now get out, scram.
Excuse me for just a moment.
Oh, a colleague. Sorry, I just act like this to protect him. Lots of pricks out there these days.
That's alright.
Look, he's o'er there at that table. Get him out for love's sake, I just wanna close up.
But slowly, carefully.
You are Andra Tanasiyevich?
It's usually me who asks questions.
I am Stanko Pletikosich, your new colleague.
Well sit down, colleague.
Have a drink,
it's on me.
A clever investment!
And?
Spit up.
There has been a murder.
Name.
Stanko Pletikosich, technical police.
The victim's, dammit.
Ehh, the times that're upon us..
People used to just kill each other normally at home. You get behind a corner, grab an axe like a decent human being,
and smack'em right across the forehead.
And now nun o' that, but straight to the church.
No wonder our country is in this state, that's all because we've sinned against God.
Well he started first.
As he's to us, so're we to him.
Don't blaspheme Tane, pardner.
God saved you, twice pulled you from the dead.
Did me a hell of a fucking favor.
...Politika releases another notice...
...VMRO leader set for trial... Milisav, start the car.
Well wait for me please, I'm going too. ...Politika releases a new notice...
Good morning mister prosecutor. This is your schedule for today.
The minister announced his 12 o'clock arrival... -I see.
Mister Dyukich! The court's decision just in. -Already?
Congratulations, Stoyan. Excellent work. -Much obliged, mister prosecutor.
Look, here's the plan- -Uh, mister Dyukich, colonel Dyolovich awaits you.
Let him wait, I wait for them my whole life.
Type three copies of this for me. I want it done before I leave.
You two be ready, we leave right after the meeting.
Here you go, sir. -Thank you.
Sir colonel.
Mister Dyolovich! -I'm not asleep, just resting my eyes. Speak.
Dyolovich, I'd prefer you take this meeting very seriously.
Last time I slept was seven years ago...Dyukich, VMRO killed another of our senators, amid Skopje, bam,
and you better have a really good reason for calling me here.
Someone killed a Russian priest last night, right inside the church.
Shocking! You really think you can know something I already don't?
We know that the police won't find the killer.
And then Vrangel's Cossacks will take the matter into their own hands...Let us take advantage of this moment,
and demobilize them before they start their vengeance.
That's not your job... -My job is the law!
And the Cossacks have been strolling around here for years now, uniformed and armed. The police can't even check their identity.
They do whatever and however they please, Dyolovich! I urge you, to influence general Zhivkovich to remove their immunity.
Dyukich...
I work for National Security...and you are the state prosecutor.
And as far as I remember, when you claimed that position, you were given a clear assignment.
Macedonian separatists..and opium.
Wake up...
The world doesn't at all mention the heroic acts from the great war.
No, they mention us as the country of smuggling and opium!
Of course, because the Belgrade Russians supply the entire world with Turkish opium!
And the Macedonians with Macedonian.
You take care of VMRO, leave the Russians to us, general Zhivkovich is working on that, thoroughly and tactically.
Can't do it all overnight.
Very uncomfortable, this chair of yours!
And take care not to lose it.
The police will find the killer.
The investigation's underway.
Had we made our way on time, the people wouldn't be stepping on evidence now.
What have we got here, Zhivoyin?
What you see, inspector.
Greetings from Tatko.
And greet him he did.
Boshko Tatich Tatko. That's the ol' case they took you off of.
That's right..
Who's working on that now?
Inspector Tomich.
Ehh fuck it..
Excuse me, if you could just write this down.
It's clear that all the wounds were inflicted in the heat of the moment,
we have six stab wounds,
four of which..are in the pre-mortem,
and two..in the post-mortem stage.
And please, don't let anyone touch anything until I get the prints, thank you.
Ohh, now I get the picture. You're a Reissboy, eh?
Yes, if that's what you mean, I had the privilege of graduating from the police school of Dr. Archibald Reiss.
And obtaining a doctorate in forensics, in Lausanne.
And forgetting Serbian while at it.
Sveta, here's what you'll scribble down.
Six stab wounds in the chest area, the weapon wasn't found.
The autopsy will handle the rest.
And you forgot "Greetings from Tatko."
Did someone damn ask you something?
Cover that corpse and wait for the pathologists.
And would you maybe prefer something to drink instead? Since I can tell you are ill-willed when sober.
He say what?
Beats me.
Inspector... Do I let 'em?
As if you could not.
Colonel.. If you came to the morning service..unfortunately, it's been canceled.
(horrible Serbian) Here lie our broder. Dead, mordered.
What do you have to tell me?
What heppened?
And what does your brother have to do...
an honest priest, with the late Boshko Tatich, nicknamed Tatko?
Noting.
I even donot know who thet is.
Yeah? Interesting.
You don't know who Tatko is, but you claim that the priest had nothing to do with him.
And was there anything..in the altar?
Why?
What you find there?
Nothing really, I'm just asking.
I see that it's broken, so I'm wondering if that's another retribution of some sort.
Colonel.
Tell them to retrieve their men
and to let us lead our own investigation, on our country.
Boyo, this is my country. Only the church is yours.
I have the advantage. -When will you finesh with crime scene?
Can't tell. It'd go faster..if all kinds of shady guys would quit disturbing my investigation.
BUKOVO VILLAGE MACEDONIA, KINGDOM OF YUGOSLAVIA
Thornavas!
The new boss that replaced Tatko, who's that one?
Dunno, nobody saw him.
Unfuckable with?
Very unfuckable with.
Damn.
Tikvesian. (Macedonian city) Non-christened.
And the stock?
Is the stock christened?
Naw, we gave it a requiem.
What is it this time? -Tuberculosis.
Again? Come up with something else for Chrissake.
And wha'd you want? To explain to the jacks how your Bitoly grandma passed from syphillis eh?
Stay blessed.
Say hi to boss Kire for me.
Kiddo! Come here.
Please, I want send telegram. -Go right ahead.
The suit redy for you.
Com to try it. Alyosha.
Address?
OGPU Headquarters Moscow, USSR
TELEGRAM Address: Moscow USSR Mohovaya street 66 The suit is ready for you. Come try it. Alyosha.
Comrade Menzhinsky. Reporting for duty.
Comrade major... You were recommended by comrade Berzin.
He spoke highly of you, but I am unsure
whether sending you to Belgrade is the optimal decision.
You are too conspicuous.
The Thessaloniki process, the Black Hand, Apis, the Parisian arrest...
King Karadyordyevich is offering a reward for your head.
The whole of Balkans knows who Mustafa Golubich is.
I may get arrested, I may even die,
but surely not before I complete my mission.
There are the reports of our Belgrade agents.
Including as well the details of your mission. Upon reading - to be burnt.
Get 'im out.
Look 'ere.
's it here?
's it here?! -Yes...
Put 'im back.
Come on, please... -Get in.
Stavra, Yordan, Dobrivoye, kids..
Lessee what we gon' do here, look..
Fuck's this?
Rush hour, back up. Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up..
I won't be long.
Kosa..
Leave us. -Why?
Well you're free to join us.
Kosa...
We did it. We blocked them.
Tailor shop. -Did you finish the job?
The rich girl is entertaining prosecutors, don't know if I should pay her a visit.
No. Stay put.
Alright.
Pressure that photographer for me.
Understood.
Eh, the poor guy didn't even harden yet.
Don't you worry about starting while he's still soft. -Ah I'm not sure, Tane, Babich will get angry.
Don't stress about Babich, hell knows where he's at. Go.
Alright since you insist.
And what's our new buddy called?
Stanko Pletikosich. Inspector Stanko Pletikosich.
She meant the dead buddy.
Oh, uh, Anton Nizhinski, 64 years old, clergyman. -Thank you Stanko Pletikosich, I'm Boyana Antich.
I'm an intern at Dr. Babich's. Pleased to meet you. -Likewise.
Don't bother memorizing his name.
The way he's going, he'll quit in two or three days. Or someone will stab him because of that coat.
Huh, Austriaboy?
Uh, Lausanne is in Switzerland. -You don't say.
Don't you dare die on me. Then I'll have to strip you like this.
In that case, dying would be my pleasure.
Don't joke around.
Stripping is the hardest part of the job. It's as if the last pieces of the person go away with the clot- -Who allowed you to touch the customer?
Well where the damn are you?
You keep complaining how there's no work, and then you're gone when I bring you something.
Kiddo get out. Where's the coffee, where's the Turkish delight? How do you expect me to work here? On air?
What've we got?
A Russian priest killed at the church.
It said "Greetings from Tatko". You remember Boshko Tatich?
Yeah, how could I not? I used to cut him like veal.
You got removed from that case, right?
As soon as I sniffed the Russians, they fucked me right off.
Pardon me, err, if I could just ask you, excuse me- -Know what I'm thinking?
The Tatko guys, did they have a reason to retaliate?
When the Russians killed Tatko, they killed their business too. -Eh, I'd say their business is as blooming as ever.
Mhm, you're still in the game? Nah, a few times a week so I can fuck longer.
But now, honestly, there's Macedonian stock on every corner. First class at that.
So somebody took the job over. Uh, let me just ask you something please.
You are professor Babich?
And who this be?
Doesn't matter.
I am Stanko Pletikosich. Your younger colleague, by the way, and I'm glad to have the honor of meeting you.
By the way, I used to quote some of your older work all the time- -Here you go, sir.
Ah, there you go kiddo. Sit down and write.
Stab wounds inflicted impulsively. The first stab - to the stomach, the rest, randomly. With lesser force, probably in a panic.
No defensive wounds, which means that the priest was a true Christian.
Or, he maybe knew the killer. Death occurred five, five and a half hours ago, at most.
Report finished.
Shame on you by the grays of my hair. How do you forget yourselves so?
We apologize for lifting You from the bedsheets, Nikolay Petrovich.
I don't have much time, so I will keep it short.
Who built the altar in our church?
I want names, addresses, and everything you know about them!
Why did you drag me over here like a sack?
Father Anton was murdered bloodily. At night, right inside the church...
Oh, Lord...
Everyone that knew what was in the altar is present in this room.
We are under oath.
That leaves only You, mister Krasnoff.
Have you perchance mentioned it in front of some worker?
You think I would tell anyone
where the last memento and hope of our dead empire is?
You better check amongst yourselves, gentlemen!
What you do and what sort of scum you do it with?
If your dirty business cost father Anton his head...
General Vrangel will know of it!
General Vrangel will know of it anyhow. I shall tell him myself.
The names of all the masons, iconographers and craftsmen that built the church!
This instant!
Fyodor, you will replace me during my absence. You know what to do.
Finding the murderer is the most important thing now. Find the murderer, and you will find the treasure.
The most important thing is that the police do not find him before we do.
This inspector isn't ours. -We have enough of our own in the police.
They know perfectly well that they should first pass the information to us.
Well brothers, wish me good fortune.
God bless you, Vasiliy Petrovich.
Turn the earth inside out, just find me the thief.
How long will we take to Brussels? -One day.
You have that long.
LENIN'S HILL VILLAGE USSR
Come on, a smile for our comrade Alyosha.
Excuse me, can I ask you something else? When the doctor said "Macedonian stock",
What exactly did he mean?
What is the most famous product from southern Serbia? Well I don't suppose you mean ajvar.
Poppy? Opium?
That Tatko, he used to sell it around Belgrade? -He did,
until he got on the Russians' bad side, because they roll the Turkish kind.
But don't say that 'front of the chief because he'll fire you.
I don't see why the Macedonians would kill a priest for opium. -Yeah me neither. Shut the trap for a second.
Sveta!
I'm not the one you should be spewing that crap to. Get over there!
Inspector, the chief called you.
Tomich! -Oh Tane! I heard you got the Russian priest. You're lucky with the Russians!
I need the report from that raid on the docks, Tatko's gang. The hell you want that for? It's opium, smuggling!
I just want a peek, come on. -Tane, your coffee's on your desk.
Oh Rose, only you care about me. May God give you joy, Tane. How he loves old Rose, unlike some people.
Pass me by as they would a Turkish graveyard. I am Stanko Pletikosich, technical police, your new colleague.
Ah, pleased to meet you. Change your department as soon as possible! He had me run away into smuggling and embezzlement.
Mhm, so this is your office.
And now we are going to chase after that gang of Tatko's?
I presume this desk is unoccupied.
Marko, give me the key.
Inspector! When we getting out of here!? I wanna go home! (undiscernible)
Hey jack! This one dyin' o'er here! He been coughin' blood two weeks! Tuberculous!
So what? -What you mean what? Gedd'im outta here, I swear on me life!
And whaddyou think he's gonna do? Turn vampiric? Get the fuck back! Fuck off!
Inspector, lemme ask you something.
Ain't long go by that you ain't back. Is that some cousin of yours, huh?
Milisav, give me those keys. -Here
And go fuck yourself.
Understood.
And? -"And" what, you fool? They'll shoot you mid-town like a dog.
They even proclaimed you a terrorist, an enemy to king and the country.
(Macedonian accent) Fucking hell.
I have a solution.
But you'll have to co-operate a little.
Don't you know me, Tane? -Come on fool, how do I help you if you don't want to help yourself?
If you work with me a little, I can negotiate with people. Not everyone forgot your achievements in the war, goddammit.
And what's that work with your police supposed to look like?
A priest was killed in the Russian church this morning.
It said: "Greetings from Tatko"
So? What do I have to do with that Tatko?
Don't tell me you hold me for a drug smuggler, after everything.
I don't, cut the shit. That Tatko worked with some of your countrymen over there.
So you hold me for a rat?
If the Russians find them before I do, you'll regret not ratting them out.
And when the Russians do find them, they'll regret being born.
The way things seem, it looks like I'm gonna regret saving your life, Tane.
For that kind of regret... we had plenty of time.
The both of us.
Just look at us, Tane.
Former people, just empty shells.
Fuck this damn Dostoyevski, see how depressed he makes you?
Yeah but you got your piece of the cake, my friend. Didn't you?
The three-named folk got their country.
And what of my folk? What are we? Are we Serbs? Croats? Slovenians? We not!
Where is our country, Tane?! Spare me your speeches now.
Get a grip. Come on.
Say what you want.
I want a lantern. And I want a clean blanket.
I want a bath too.
That all? -No.
I want a lawyer, one that'll visit me here so we can prepare my defense.
Write the name down.
Ante Pavelich.
Alright...
If I fail... I won't use your information. You have my word.
Andra Tanasiyevich..
The man that always keeps his word.
Ask away.
Look 'ere, cockpipe.
I got no time for screwin' around with you and that slut.
You're gonna get those pictures any way you know,
otherwise the curs are gonna be stretching your prick 'cross the Yataghan slum.
That clear? -Don't, please..
Well fuk it now, you shoulda been wimpin' while pulling the stock on trust
and while you were selling those faggot picturettes in two different places.
The brash little motherfucker! You could've organized an auction while at it!
Give 'im a little to put 'im off edge.
There, get some. Look 'ere, when you bring those photos,
I'll forgive your debt.
And maybe we'll give you a little extra on the noggin'.
Huh kids? Am I right? Anyone?
You gonna shoot up his arse?
Naw Zhivorad boss, he's not my type. -Ooh you have your type an' all.
Here Sima will do it. -Don't think so.
I don't like them crooktooths.
Boss! I'll arrange him a filling with these gypsies of ours.
Approved. I like that.
Now it's us who blocked them.
All that's left is for them to de-block us. -And if they won't?
Leave that to me.
I told you not to do anything on your own. Don't play around with general Zhivkovich.
Why? I know he doesn't like women, but.. I intended to attempt.
Even the king dances to his tune.
The king? -The king.
The king?! -The king.
The king!
Please, he's coming back...
I canot contain myself..
Who told you to touch this? -It was very disorderly, I had to handle it.
The fuck you handling my desk for, you incest spawn!
Maybe I'd even get mad if my parents were alive, but they were killed in the great war.
Sorry. No bother.
How do I manage now, don't know where what is. -Here you go Tane!
The entire file.
Inspector, I've arranged all the files in the closet here.
Tomich. Tell me what it doesn't say here.
Who inherited Tatko?
Nobody knows who nor what he is, except that the took over the business.
And he's stocked three Belgrades full. -I heard.
Turns out I made the raid for nothing.
Well maybe that new boss ordered the priest's murder.
As retribution.
And who is... Vasiliye Thornavas?
How do you know about Thornavas? -Go on, talk.
Tane please, tell me anything you know about Tatko's gang. I've been chasing Thornavas and the new boss for months.
Chasing where?
Chasing to find where to chase them.
Though word has it they're in the Yataghan slum. Ahh, so you know where they are, but you just daren't go, eh?
No, I just never have enough jacks, and I'm not as friendly with that scum as you are, so I can't go alone.
And Dobrivoye?
Dobrivoye is a brute.
Thornavas is the one that matters. He's the Macedonian connection.
He's most likely the one bringing in the stock.
Mhm.
Inspector, the chief says that you and the kid have to come over, and that I'm to arrest you if you don't.
Been ringing all day.
I get brainfucked by whoever gets the chance.
The Russians, our own, ministers, officials, mothers and fuckers.
Who killed the Priest, why they killed him, whether Tatko's involved in all this...
The bazaar's abuzz like an empty pumpkin.
Don't know where's my head nor where's my arse.
As if you ever did. -Very humorous.
If the Tatko boys go after the Russians, there'll be blood to the knees. A war will break out on the streets. Find the killer.
I will.
But...
First, fulfill these requests for me.
What's that there?
For that guy of yours again? He's not mine, but our war ally, a hero.
If it's really the Macedonians, I can get everything from him. But, we gotta do that for him.
Hah fuck it, God... I'll have to ask the prosecutor.
He's asking for Ante Pavelich to be his lawyer.
Tane, man. We're not doing this.
Dunno, I'm going to The Barrel for some beans.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. Alright. I'll let you know.
How do you like the kid?
Ehh, have no use for him but I've had worse.
Where did you get this?
That not matter now love.
What matter is that I become new, and different man.
And richer! Now we can be togethar.
You know that's not possible.
For us, everything possible.
I think out everything.
We live in Paris, and when everything alreght my parents come there too.
I will wear it tomorrow, and I'll be thinking of you.
Y-y-you can't wear it here never! Understend?
Sorry, sorry... Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Sorry.
People..are curious. They will esk, they will notise. -Alright,
I'll take it off...
You will wer it in Paris!
He's here. Go on, fool, run!
Shh, sh, sh, sh! Quieet, quieet, quieet, quieet!
Faster! -Yes. yes. yes. yes, yes...
Hide the chest. -Violeta. Hide the chest!
Violeta, are you there?
Asleep?
How long am I going to wait? That, you never know.
Dyukich...
Come here.
Where's the fire, Dyukich?
This murder of the Russian priest. I've lost my heading, sir general.
And you're here to have me fix that for you, eh?
Michko...
Pour us one, Michko.
That terrorist in Glavnyacha...
Haji Arsov eh?
He can give us significant info that would benefit further investigation.
Look, that murder has to be solved right away.
The last thing I need right now is a confrontation with the Russians. And what the fuck does the bandit scum want in return?
He is set for trial.
He wants his own lawyer.
A lawyer?
Anta Pavelich.
Ooh.
Lookie, lookie...
Alright...
Approved.
Approved?!
Neven?
What happened?
Get in.
Good afternoon.
Cveta! Carry this to uncle Papi right away.
Ooh boss, we're early today.
And when he starts whining, tell him it's over.
The business with stockbrokers will continue.
Maya, is this... Yesyes, they can no longer pull a damn dime.
Finally... Come on! Get in.
Who disfigured you like that, huh?
Opium again, huh Neven?
Go on, say it, how much money do you need?
I d-don't need money, I need the negatives.
...You offered my negatives to someone?
I had to, Maya...
You sick morphinist!
I paid you in pure gold for those photographs! -I know Maya, they beat me. Look at me.
How much do I have to pay?
Tell me how much I need to pay! How much money do they need to forget you, and the negatives, and that they've ever heard of them?!
How much?! And curse your soul if you trick me!
I don't have a soul anymore...
I told them you have them.
Get out.
Maya... -I don't want to ever see you again.
Maya, I just- Out!
The other side you ape.
Good afternoon. Violeta! Hello. Hey! Hello there.
Ladies and gentlemen, beloved friends.
Being a benefactor, in present day...
is considered, a sacred act.
Thanks to one man,
an entire wing of our hospital,
has been renovated.
Besides, we've also received a truly large donation of medicines, from his factory.
Ladies and gentlemen, mister Alimpiye Mirich.
Mister Mirich...
Thank you, doctor Akumovich. You're very kind.
The great John Rockafeller said...
If you're doing the right things,
make sure that you inform,
the right people.
And there...
I just did.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've given much thought
to what the right words would be,
for the opening of this facility.
And it all in fact comes down to this:
May God keep you
from ever needing this hospital.
With such a wish, I pronounce the hospital open.
Congratulations. -Thank you.
Please. -Indeed.
My love, you were so precious! And who's this hillbilly?
Uhh, mister Voyin Dyukich. Hoho!
The new state prosecutor! Good job, I hear you're smashing.
Let's just say I care deeply about justice.
Small wonder you don't separate from general Zhivkovich then. The National Security service is well-known for justice.
Ehhh, Voyin Dyukich's missus, Violeta. -My pleasure.
And my dear Krista. -My pleasure.
My ladies, your well-doings are known far and wide, but your beauty was kept a secret by the villains.
And you think women need to be ugly in order to be kind?
Mrs Akumovich, you're even smart. -Violeta, you are shining. And your necklace is magical.
Thank you. -Please, I went blind from the glow of that thing.
Would you allow me, if I may? -With pleasure.
So Voyin, how much did this pleasure cost you?
He'll find out when he gets the check. I bought it myself. -Where did you buy it?
I don't remember, in some antique shop. -Congratulations.
Mhm. It has pretty craftwork.
Maya! Here's Maya.
I knew you'd be late. Good afternoon, everyone.
You don't feel, chilly, in a weeny dress like that? -No I'd rather take it off too, but it won't fit the folk.
Oh but you should, no one will notice the difference.
Let me introduce you. Mister, Alimpiye Mirich. Maya Davidovich.
A pleasure.
Mine as well.
Uh, mister Alimpiye is our greatest donator, besides you of course.
You should come to the costume ball at the Officer's Home. But you don't have to search for a costume, come exactly as you are.
Well thank you, I will give your regards to my tailor, but, as for the costume ball, unfortunately,
I won't be able to make it as I've got some undelayable business, but thank you for the invitation.
Oh don't get angry, Maya is just a little sensitive to clothing. You know, her costumes are always the most original ones.
Well, I would really have to get going. Doctor, will you escort me? -Why yes, most certainly. Please.
Thank you, I hope we'll see each other again a few more times. Alone.
Let's you and I go for a drink, huh? Come on!
Maybe I too could be...original. Hmm?
Inspector, chief Dimitriyevich is asking for you.
Yep, on my way.
Inspector.. -Mm?
Chief Dimitriyevich is asking for you. -Wonder if he ever does anything else.
Have you told him about the chief? -Yes.
Really motherfucker?
I've been eating shit all day yesterday to try and fix that up for you, and you drag your ass to work only just now.
Take this. Your pal got his lawyer.
Ohhh, well done.
Just don't fuck him over now.
You don't fuck him over. Question him now and find the killer.
Milisav...
Take this to my desk, and give my hat to Rose for a little cleaning.
Where are we headed?
To the Yataghan slum.
You ever been there? -No.
Can't go like that, fix yourself a little and...wipe those shoes!
How many bullets you bring?
I still haven't even registered for a gun.
May as well go fuck yourself.
Come on dammit! Don't stare about, eyes on the road.
Ayyy inspector! Hey! Afternoon! -Afternoon ladies, afternoon.
Who's the kid? D'he bring 'is cock?
I brought it for him! Hey! Look! Dasher! Prettyboy! Get over here!
Come an' I'll show ye me thing for five diners today!
Come, I'll give it for three. Ay! Come, come, come!
Hey, inspector! Pop on over to me broth!
Ye kno' what it like eh? Speaks three tongues, and stumbles in the fourth.
Oh, Shine! Long time! (in gypsy) Welcome.
Where you been inspector? Gone as fresh bread.
Ah, I thought you left the police. Oh, I'd leave it for sure,
but it won't leave me.
Who the circus boy be?
That's my cousin, from a village.
Eh, cousin..My ass.
Nono, excuse me, I am...
the cousin.
Remember him well, and watch him when he comes over. -As you say frien'.
Where ya been, Pekmes, eh? You still getting that French cognac? Forgot from where.
Naw inspecter, our Bela Palanka distillery burnt down, but for you we gon' get the original.
Come on cook, dammit. Buy yourself some fish, can't make a fish broth outta potatoes.
Aaaww frien', a cop you are, but an honest man too, ye kno'? Come on cook, dammit. Buy yourself some fish, can't make a fish broth outta potatoes.
Aaaww frien', a cop you are, but an honest man too, ye kno'?
I tell me folk 'ere: Aye, them all be bare shite in the police,
tho' ye might find a goodun, here n there.
There by them hoofs, push 'ere. Push the leg, spin it 'round, no trouble.
What's up Nishky? -Nothin', jus' spinnin' the yarn.
What else you spinnin'? Spinnin' this scum too.
But that's for ye police boys to wrestle, when ye realize goddammit that Belgrade got other parts 'cept Savamala an' the centre.
Fuck 'em, file a report.
Aye, so ye can wipe yer arse with it eh?
D'ye know, me Tanasiyevich, that this country ain't rule by no king,
nor army, nor police, but bureaucracy. -You don't say.
Aye, I gave this dump its goddamn name, "At Nishliy" dammit.
They say me,"No can do, not grammatically correct."
That so? I goddamn pay anyone I get ta bribe goddammit, and I oughta chirp like a Belgradian. Well no can do goddammit.
Anyhow who this be? -New colleague.
Ye police boys oughta cut yer crap, 'tis crappy.
Ey there, what ye havin'?
What sort of wine do you serve, please?
Well we serve red an' we serve white.
Then I'll have red, and a glass of water. Thank you.
Ye fancy some watermelon with that?
What are you doing?
What, I just came to eat. -Fuck out.
Nishky...
The stuff.
'Ere.
Nishky. -M?
I need this...Dobrivoye. Urgently.
POLICE CHECKPOINT VRANYE, SOUTHERN SERBIA, KINGDOM OF YUGOSLAVIA
Wake up!
What is it now? -Time ta work!
Oof! I'll be back in a moment.
The guy just sits and sleeps.
Halt.
Where to?
Belgrade.
Vasiliye Thornavas, right?
In the flesh.
And who are these, Vasiliye?
Uncle, aunt, and some broader family.
And they all dieded on the same day eh?
Oh no, no...The uncle, we dug out.
Step out.
The people heard, an epidemic. Tuberculosis in Bitoly.
More people dying every day.
You fuckin' with us eh Vasiliye? And what you doin' with em now?
They from Belgrade, came to Bitoly to live, died over there. Now I'm returnin' em to bury 'em properly.
Open up.
Can't believe you don't trust me. -Open it when I tell you dammit.
Eh. Time for you to meet my uncle Vlayche.
Lookit, here's what a stud he was. The women were all crazy about him, from Gevgeliya to Aleksinas.
Was a very handsome man. -Phoo fuckin' hell! Phoo fuck'n- Close it for fuck's sake.
Well he ain't too shabby even now. -Go on, go on, get out, get out.
And now to show you my aunt. -We saw the uncle, 'tis enough. Carry on.
Move on, move on, scram!
Go. -Alright.
Remove that, go.
Bless ya then.
BRUSSELS, BELGIUM
Peter Nikolayevich.
Sorokin arrived from Belgrade.
Send him to me.
What happened Sorokin?
I have bad news, sir general...
Speak.
Our church in Belgrade...
What of it?
It's been looted.
And?
It's been stolen.
Good afternoon.
I saw when that man maltreated you just now, so I...
No. -I forgot to give my name, I'm Stanko.
No...
And I'm a whore, you ain't gotta be so nice to get some...
What are you, some copper? You gon' 'rest me?
No, no, no. -Then?
I just wanted to make sure that... -Wh...
you're all right.
Oh, that. What you got there? What you wearin'? You made yeself pretty orwhat...Eh? Where ye get it?
Boyo, need something?
From you, nothing.
That so? Well you're fukt then.
If you wanna fuck, pass the bill 'ere and ride as long as you want.
What you waiting here for? -I'm not.
Fuck off to that corner! -Alright dammit I'm movin',
Fuck off! -can't you see I'm goin'?!
What you fuckin us off for as if Serbia were yours?! Go fuck yourself! You fuck off!
Fuck off dammit! -Fuck off!
If you fucked like you swore, I'd be a duke by now.
What?
See another cock and your wood drops eh?
This your new girlfriend?
Dobrivoye, you scared me dammit. -What you scarin' the hookers here for?
You gon' teach them how to do business? Come here and do a job yourself.
Hit me.
Hold this and take it up to Chubura. -Mhm.
Stanko! Come here.
Lemme tell you... -I just have t-
Heyhey! Listen,
I'm o'er by that corner every night.
So come o'er.
Goodbye.
Ay.
How long you gonna... -M?
keep the painting of the ex king in your tavern?
The Obrenovich are my kings.
I tickle me winkle with these Karadyordyevich of yers.
Nishky!
Pass me some beans and a bottle of wine!
I know.
Put your hand in your pocket as if you have a gun, and frown.
Where you been, my good ol' Dobrivoye?
And who the hell are you?
The one you'll tell where Thornavas is.
I don't know you nor Thornavas.
Now get up and outta here while you still can.
Why so angry Dobrivoye, huh?
Routine police check, continue with your work. Go on!
Lift 'im up. -Go, pull him out. Pull him out. Pull him out!
What'sa matter? The mob sent you, they hate the competition huh? -Heh, fuckin' wrong.
I work for the police, you can tell me everything. Come now, where's Thornavas?
Huh? I didn't catch that, where's Thornavas?
Where's Thornavas motherfucker?! Speak! -Well how can he tell you with your gun in his mouth?!
Well are you questioning him or trying to kill him? Seriously!
I haven't decided yet. Well are you questioning him or trying to kill him? Seriously!
I haven't decided yet.
Thank you. Excellent.
Prepare de nyext picture.
How this did you like? -Voyin?
Ah, I'm really not fit to say, but it does seem quite interesting. -Wondrous.
Belgrade will be eternally grateful to you. -We are grayteful to you.
Will you come with Maya to premiyere? -Ah, we'll consider it.
Madam Maya. -Angelina, it's finished.
Gorgeous, exactly as I drew it. -Ehh milady, it was no bother at all.
Thank you, and...as agreed. -Thank you.
Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Voyin! Happy working!
Goodbye! -Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Writers sometimes say that the theatre is a giant brothel! -Madam Dyukich.
Good afternoon! -But your costume isn't ready yet.
Throw it away.
I want you to make me...the same costume as hers. But madam, that's an original sketch,
and it means that I... -Angelina, please. Identical.
Understood?
And I want it done before the costume ball.
Rakhitin!
My husband can come to your premiere only with me.
Goodbye.
Thank you. Thank you. This all importent infarmation. I wil-
Nobody knows a thing. Only few have heard about father Anton.
I will give colonel Sorokin your regards.
Mhm.
Seryozha, gather the men, move out!
Why, what happened? -The police have a lead...
What's that about, why are you questioning me?
I'm am now in charge here, do as instructed!
Move out!
Alyosha.
Dobrivoye, you there?
Where the fuck you gone now dammit? Gotta do everything myself..
Don't shut it, Thornavas, you may need it.
Cops, Thorley. Couldn't do a thing.
Big poppy harvest, Thornavas, eh? -Not as big as the rock up your arse, cunt.
Who avenged Tatko, let's hear it.
Why would we avenge him? We celebrated when the Russians shot him.
A massive shitbag he was, you know? -Mhm.
And who killed the Russian priest? -Huh?
Let's try it like this... Who inherited Tatko?
I can't tell you that.
I can't tell you because I don't know!
I never saw the man. Nobody did.
Cuff him up. -Inspector...
Inspecter...I see that the investigetion is advencing.
Congratulations captain. I usually notice when I'm followed.
Here's the stock. The competition decided to back out. -Spasibo (thank you) inspecter.
But I need these two alive. I have to question them.
You know vary well thet is impossibel inspecter.
Makes no sense...For them to die in a misunderstanding.
I seened many death. Very few..made a sence.
For the murder of our sveshenik (priest) et our church...
is not misundarstending!
What priest? I'd never- I'd never- -Fuck off.
I'd never kill a clergyman! -Come here!
That's very bad luck- -Quiet!
Gentlemen, gentlemen, there's been a little misunderstanding. We're Belgrade polic-
Hold it! Wait! Hold up! Stop!
Get the fuck back imbecile!
They know very well who we are.
The right one or the left one? -The left what?
Who killed the priest?! -I don't know I swear!
Who killed the priest?! I don't know I swear on my mother!
Who killed the priest?! -I don't know. Ah! No!
I don't know! I don't know, why w- Why would we revenge against a Russian priest? Why?!
The Monk forbade any and all vengeances!
Who is Monk?
Our new boss. He replaced Tatko.
There you go captain. You questioned them.
Captain,
we should kill these vermin so that they remember who they went against.
Captain, you're an officer in the glorious army of general Vrangel.
It's unworthy of you to kill civilians.
Stand down.
Alreght.
Tall thet Monk of you,
thet his life get very complecated now.
We don't even know him mate.
Then first to meet him is...we.
And you..
Find for us the killer of Nizhinsky.
Quick.
Vasiliy, the truck!
Go get him patched up! You don't wanna take us to Glavnyacha...
Huh?...
Fucking cunt...
It's me.
What's so urgent?
That..truck of ours..
The Russians have it.
What do you mean?
I don't know boss.
One of ours ratted.
I take full responsibility, and obligation.
Find out who.
I will.
Solve that now.
Undestood.
And come to the monastery.
Understood.
Dobrivoye, boss.
God damn it.
He's done it now.
Colleague Tanasiyevich..
What purpose do we serve?
I mean, what do the police actually serve for?
And what do you think? What're they for?
Well I sure know what they aren't for.
I mean I do understand that we can't always act by the rulebook, and that- Hold up there.
Have we established that Tatich's boys have nothing to do with the murder?
Yes if we take their word for it.
Do you think that the priest died because of opium?
Not very likely. -There you have it. Gotta work step by step.
Tell you what, I am still going to write a report for the chief.
To see his reaction.
Write the report.
And find a new colleague, since I'm not going to work with you anymore.
Well look at you, you actually came.
You said to.
I did.
When I see you all pretty n tidy like that.. I'd give it to you for free, but I can't.
And do you have...
a room, so to speak.
That depends...
Do you have money? -Yes, yes.
Just kidding, damn!
Come 'ere.
You stay there.
Take off that kraut suit, don't wanna ruin it.
And you have a child? -Did you come here to talk or to fuck?
Remove your clothing.
Maya!
Magnificent, Maya!
Constantine, put your hat back on.
Maya, your costume is perfect. -Don't know if it's perfect, but I tried hard to make it unique.
I mean don't stress it Maya, that's what she wants.
About time she stole something from me as well. -Oooh, we didn't just hear that.
Uhhh mister Dyukich! Mrs Dyukich!
Krista, Krista. -Good evening, good evening.
Maya...highly original.
If you already decided to steal my costume,
you should've known that, under that costume...
you don't wear panties.
Let's register. -Go right ahead.
Well where've you been all this time?
Maya, Maya, did you bring them perhaps.. Get away please.
Just tell me if you brought them, you don't understand...
You don't understand, it's impor- Come on now, plushie. Move away, or I'll shove my colleague up your ass.
And I'm very confident you would like it. -Let me just ask her, Maya did yo-
Maya, you'll regret it Maya... -Fuck off!
Mister Maystorovich!
You're an artist. You know beauty.
And what do you think, what mask will win tonight?
Undoubtedly, madam Dyukich's.
You're a lovely liar, Avram. -Well, ask the lady for a dance.
Would you like to dance? -Avram, you do know I'm a big sucker for artists?
Hey, if you'd please, just dance with Krista a little bit.
Bravo! -Bravo!
We've counted your votes, and now we'll pronounce the best costume!
Light please!
The winner is...
End of episode 1.
Translated by a father, for a daughter.
♪ Who do I return to
I don't have anyone
to wait for me, to take my hand at least
who do I turn to
not a friend out there
nor does that old orchestra play anymore
many years have passed
autumns, winters and springs
only you haven't, my soul,
forgotten me.
Oh charming, oh charming night without sleep
only you have not abandoned me.
Oh charming, oh charming drunken night
only you you have always
hoped for me.
Oh charming, oh charming night without sleep
only you have not abandoned me.
Oh charming, oh charming drunken night
only you you have always
hoped for me.
You have hoped for me.