Come on, folks, come on! There's enough for everybody!
The Prince has enough for everybody.
1925. BELGRADE KINGDOM OF SCS
Take it. Wait, you take the biggest. C'mon.
People, believe me. I've seen it on the battlefield,
- I see it today. We're all equal. - Long live the Prince!
- Long live our benefactor! - Long live!
Damn with the dickhead Prince. The good Lord
is watching us from above. We're all equal in the eyes of God.
But not in the King's eyes.
That's a good one, my friend,
But, you know, my brother Alex,
he's not a very clever man.
He is taking this country straight into an abyss.
And he's followed by an army of yes-men.
But nothing lasts forever.
That's not for you, Your Highness.
And how would you know that?
We've got something better here, a real gem.
Untouched.
A gem... Well, we have to check that out.
You'll be her first.
Last week he stormed into the office of the court governor,
pulled out his thing, and pissed on his desk.
He is mad.
The King doesn't know what to do with him.
We need to sort it out. Immediately.
You're not gonna arrest him, are you?
Arrest him?
No. You will do that, Tane.
1928. TOPONICA, Mental asylum, SERBIA
KINGDOM OF SERBS, CROATS, AND SLOVENES
Your Highness.
Can we skip the sedative-appetizer at least once?
It is for your own good, to get better.
BLACK SUN EPISODE 4
Yes,
yes,
I understand... Okay.
Unfortunately, I was informed
that His Highness cannot receive you.
The meeting with the Prime Minister took longer than expected.
I am sure that the issue is urgent,
and the absence of His Highness is justified.
We made big favours to your king, more than once...
Of course, we are grateful
for your great assistance in building the railway,
and in general, in the field of architecture.
And, of course, thank you for the ballet.
I meant another kind of help.
Let's say, the actions for which we are regarded
as a mercenary army.
Do you know how we are perceived by others?
As a state in which,
besides the regular army, there are thousands of armed Russian soldiers.
That's horrible.
But that doesn't bother us, of course.
On the contrary, we are proud
to be the only country in Europe
that didn't disarm your army.
Because we consider you our brothers.
Our...
Our financial funds are exhausted.
People are starting to lose faith.
Yes, I understand, yes...
I would like to ask you for some help regarding that issue.
You know I was always willing to help.
But there is no more money...
You have a justification for your... let's say... business.
I'm afraid, at this moment...
we can't offer you more.
And rest assured that our government,
and the King himself,
will be firm and persistent
in their position not to recognise the Soviet Union.
What else can I do for you, Mr. General?
I would like to meet Voyin Djukich.
Believe me, that man had to go to the hospital.
The wound became...
- Infected. - Yes, infected.
- There were signs of gangrene. - Early morning drinker, huh?
Dr. Babich examined him a minute before he was abducted,
and he didn't find any traces of gangrene.
Bring me another one.
- Babich? - Yes.
Did you ask him? He's pathologist.
He doesn't even know how the living tissue looks like.
- Give me that! - Okay, sorry.
You haven't seen a patient for ages.
Thousands are dying in the cells and you don't give a shit.
You're not the first to question my ethics.
Even the parliament discussed it.
But you keep forgetting one thing:
I'm alone, and there are almost a thousand prisoners.
And you have to come after my guy! You examined him,
then took him to the hospital, just when someone was about
- to sneak him out from jail. - Please, commissioner. Tell him.
I really don't have time for this. And as far as I am concerned,
my conscience is clean.
- Your conscience is clean? - Yes.
Okay. Alright. I told him to keep an eye on the Russian.
General Vrangel was here. What would have happened
if he had heard that the guy died in detention? A scandal!
Yes. Now you have a dead Russian, which is not a scandal?
It's over. Understand? They've got a new problem now.
And we too. A new boss has replaced Tatko.
- I know, that Monk guy. - How do you know?
I questioned some of his thugs. That Monk has nothing to do
with the murder of the priest, so I don't care about him.
Please, go to Yataghan slum, and try discretely.
- They want to find that out. - I know they are.
To eliminate the competition. You have Tomich.
- He works with opium. - Let him solve that for you.
Please, the Russians are on my back.
Oh, man! I understand your political position.
Come on!
Just don't fuck me, please.
Do as you want, but do it!
Don't do things behind my back anymore.
I won't.
Tane will pay you.
- Give me another brandy. - Damn!
- Sorry. I didn't know you're here. - Why are you apologizing?
This is my house. We can do whatever we want.
I hope this is not what I think it is?
You said it yourself that I should be with his as much as possible.
He's so charming.
And mainly lucid. Let's eat.
Grandpa, I really don't mind, but in your condition...
If you're not happy that I found a woman,
you can move out. Good for me, good for you.
And why don't you get married?
You've dedicated your life to work.
I've never seen a man with a PhD work as a gendarme.
An inspector, grandpa.
Go back to the university and teach those other fools.
Take your PhD back to the university,
and teach those other fools to work with the police.
Grandpa... You know I love you very much,
but please stop it. If I wanted to be a doctor, I'd be a doctor.
I wanted to become an inspector.
You didn't need so much education for that.
Good morning.
I brought you that cheese.
Save it for me. I'll be back in an hour.
- Peppers. - Yes.
I'll come back. I just have to run some errands.
- Give them to me now. - Fresh tomatoes.
- Come over here. - Your ex, eh?
Haven't we agreed that you won't come here anymore?
We agreed some other things too. Where were you last night?
- Listen, your husband... - My husband is my concern.
- I had important things to do. - Oh, really?
It's not like your job ever stopped you from fucking me.
I don't care about you or him!
Every single man in my life has betrayed me!
I think we should take a break.
You are all cowards. Including you!
Good afternoon, Professor Reiss. Do you remember me?
Stanko Pletikosich,
"Knife as the Most Common Homicide Weapon
in the Kingdom of SCS."
Student apprentice in police.
I'm an inspector now. Thanks to your recommendation.
They transferred me to Belgrade.
Good for Belgrade, bad for you.
For Belgrade, the jury's out.
Mr. Pletikosich, I'm sure you're not here for small talk.
I saw the newspapers.
You're a fortunate man.
Some wait all their lives to get such an interesting case.
I wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer.
- We're dealing with a monster here. - Maybe, maybe. But...
Murderers want to hide their acts,
But this one cuts the head off and leaves it to be seen.
He's either showing off, or sending a message.
What message? That he's crazy?
No, it might be a ritual.
We need your help.
That's out of the question.
I'm done with the Serbian police.
You Serbs are good only in war.
I doubt you know how to live in peace.
Professor...
- One more question, please. - Yes. But one.
This is the necklace of the first victim,
and this is the canvas of the painter
who knew the first and the second victim.
You can see the symbols of fish. Here. And here.
Ichthys-ichthios. Who were the apostles?
Fishermen.
That's right; a fish is the symbol of Christians.
During the great exiles in the Roman Empire,
they weren't allowed to use the cross,
so they took this sign as a secret code.
As for the necklace...
A Russian, one of Vrangel's Cossacks,
tried to steal that necklace from his mistress, Violeta Djukich.
That would explain the seal of the Romanovs.
- I didn't even notice it. - But the murderer did.
According to the legend,
the Russians brought the treasure of Romanovs to Belgrade.
And something like that is worth killing for.
Professor, please keep this.
So, I should leave the painter?
It's your investigation, not mine.
Do as you think you should, you won't make a mistake.
Goodbye.
- Maya, what are you doing here? - In my own studio?
I should rather ask where are all the others.
Well, you don't come here too often.
I don't.
If you are fed up with arts, I can sell this studio.
Yes, but then you'll have to give me
what you should have given me a long time ago.
- You thought I wouldn't notice? - I don't get it.
Maya, what's going on?
Avram, stay out of this.
These are not the negatives I gave you.
Yes, they are.
Now, I want to know if you cheated on me,
or someone cheated on you?
Either way, you'll have to make them appear.
What are you doing?
Please, I need a little more time.
I don't have them, but I know where they are.
Nice.
Bring them tonight to the "Nish Inn".
Ask for the Tailor.
If you don't show up till 8. You'll disappear forever.
Is that clear?
Take it easy,
that's my painting.
I don't give a damn.
Hey, painter...
Tell this scumbag that nobody messes with my paintings!
- Stavra! - Yes, boss?
You've heard the man.
Don't fuck around with his paintings.
I won't.
Good! Let him go!
Let him go, for Christ's sake!
Go down.
Go down, you scum!
Good, painter. You've got some balls.
Listen, call me if you ever got tired of painting,
I need someone who's good with knives.
Alright, Miss.
I hope now you'll take me more seriously.
Tonight until eight o'clock. Otherwise...
C'mon, cut that...
- Hello, everyone. - Want some brandy?
As far as I know, it's not allowed to drink on duty.
Rookie, if it wasn't for this brandy everyone would go mad.
- Where is inspector Tanasiyevich? - Who knows? Stuck somewhere.
Did you check at "The Little Barrel"?
And as for your Russian guy... No need to worry about him.
Saint Peter has called his name. Thank you, Madame.
Cheers!
How do you mean?
He was shot in the middle of the street,
probably by his own. It's better to stay out of it.
We don't even know what to do with our own criminals.
- What a bunch of morons are you. - What did you say?
- Listen to me, kid... - You listen to me, copper.
I am Inspector Sir for you.
And if you don't address me properly, you are going to get fired.
Am I making myself clear?
If I'm not, we can sort this all out with the commissioner.
I think that won't be necessary, Mr. Inspector, Sir.
Cut that. And don't drink here anymore.
Milisav, come with me.
What is this, Mrs. Ruzha.
The times we live in!
How's it going?
I was beaten up. At least they cured my insomnia.
I slept like a log.
- Prsha! - Yes.
- Give him something for the pain. - It's coming.
Sorry. I didn't know it'd be a total mess.
I know you didn't. But thank you all the same.
I got two days off.
Do you remember how they looked like?
I don't memorize women I fuck and the people who beat me up.
But I think they were Russians. The guy spoke Russian.
Here... This brandy does miracles.
And a little snack for the guys.
Give us a bottle.
- Yes. - Cheers.
- Mrs. Davidovich... - Where is inspector Tanasiyevich?
- He's not here, but come in. - I need to see him.
You can tell me. We work together.
No, I can't. Where is he?
I'd really like to help you, but I have some business...
Where is he?
- In "Little Barrel". - Thanks.
But if you ask me, it's not a place for a lady.
Where do you see a lady?
Here's the bottle and a chilly pepper for the guys.
Let's drink it up and go to detention centre. Come on.
Haven't told you that I got two days off.
From them.
You wicked bastard! Who do you think you are?!
- Take it easy. - Enough, enough! Quiet!
Another ex-wife, eh?
To hell with the fool! Look what she has done, Tane!
Calm down. Tell me what happened?
He could have killed me. My family, friends!
That day you switched and took from the purse,
Some policeman are you! You're a thief. That's what you are!
Why didn't you tell me you switched the negatives?
Why didn't you tell me that he was after you?
I wasn't sure.
I don't even know what's on those negatives.
Can you describe the man who came after you?
I can.
But I'm warning you, that man is dangerous.
Very dangerous?
Your protection is useless. Your fools didn't even notice
when he broke in my house and studio.
You took my passport; I can't leave the country.
Give me back the negatives. Right now!
I have to hand them over tonight.
I have a better plan.
Come on, Sasha... Tell the general, don't hesitate.
Dear general, Sasha feels a bit uncomfortable.
If you allow me, I'd like to tell you his plea.
Sasha is afraid you might get offended,
but he doesn't want to go to the Officer School
Thanks God your father didn't hear this.
He would die for the second time.
The son of one of my best officers
doesn't want to go to the Military School!
I gave your father my word before he died that I will take care of you.
And, what would you like to do, Sasha?
General, we're sorry. The boy is still mourning...
He'd like to stay with you.
Well, if that's what the boy wants,
than that's how it should be.
That man has lost his mind!
I had to kiss his hand,
the hand that sent our father and brothers to death!
Sasha, hush! Someone might hear you!
Even if it's true, why don't you give him a chance to redeem himself?
I will give him a chance.
Who is that man?
Who is that man, I'm asking you!?
I don't understand what you are asking.
I shagged her and then she got married with some merchant.
She'd be crazy to marry you.
I've got something to show you.
Don't get accustomed to sit at my desk. Is that clear?
Babich, get the glasses.
- Behind the folders. - Yes.
Kiddo, I hear you want to screw Dr. Antich.
I'm not sure what the term "screw" means, but if you want to know,
if I'm fond of my colleague Boyana,
I can tell you that I invited her for dinner and the lady will decide.
She'll decide if you're going to screw her?
Don't talk like that about our dear colleague.
- Hello. - Code "Rayatz", please.
- Who is it? - What do you care,
I told you the code, just connect me.
Oh, c'mon, Babich... Behind those folders.
- Hello. - Djolovich...
- Yes? - It's Tane.
- How are you, Tane? - Not bad, mate.
- Speak up. - I have to see you. Now.
Come to Samarkand.
Write down the code: "Bradina".
- Bradina. - Okay, see you.
See you.
Fucking codes and whoever invented them.
Inspector, I have some new findings.
About what? Making beans?
No, the investigation.
I was in Byzantium and I saw those painters.
What the fuck's wrong with you? I said I'd question the witnesses.
I am an inspector just lie you. I did what you told me out of respect,
not because I didn't know how to do it.
You just warned them to get their stories straight.
Look. Remember the necklace we found on the Russian guy?
Yes.
I'm almost certain that the symbol of the fish on the pendant
is the same as the one here. And I think there's something to it.
- Please, let's arrest Avram. - Why should we arrest him?
Because it's not an original? Because he painted her necklace?
- Give me a break. - That's not the only reason.
Tell you what, kiddo... I'm tired of your bullshit.
Is there something to eat here?
I've got some cheese. Really good.
I'll take that as a yes. Goodbye.
Hey! Where are you going?
Sweet Jesus, what a fool. Nice lad, but a total moron.
- Let him be. - Cheers.
C'mon, let's drink this. We have to go.
- Inspector, it's Dr. Archibald Reiss. - Doctor Reiss? Put him through.
How come Doctor Reiss is calling the police?
No idea.
- Archibald Reiss speaking. - Hello, doctor.
I need to speak with Inspector Pletikosich.
He just went out.
Please, leave him a message to call me urgently!
- I'll tell him. - Okay.
Goodbye.
Excuse me, can you give me some....
- Zero wins. - Yes!
Beware of women today, sir.
Here and... Here.
- Zero wins. - Yes!
With such luck in gambling, love could cost you a lot.
It's just the beginner's luck and a bit of God's justice.
Where?
Bradina.
Another policeman.
Nice life for you guys from the security service.
Just don't spread out the code to your cops.
I don't want them here.
Would you like some champagne?
I don't drink that.
How is the investigation going?
I guess you know better than I do.
- We can't do miracles. - Maybe you can't,
but your bosses...
Is Zhivkovich so determined to keep his hobby a secret...
that he is capable of killing?
- What are you talking about? - About this.
What the fuck is this!?
Shall I describe the scene in detail?
Don't be cheeky.
Who is behind this?
I want the name of the person who took this picture.
His name was Neven and he is no longer in our jurisdiction.
- Where are the negatives? - I'll try to get them tomorrow.
I want them now!
Well, if you want them now, you'll have to get them yourself.
Be here tomorrow at 10 o'clock.
So, Zhivkovich has nothing to do with the murders.
It was just a coincidence.
Zhivkovich is capable of anything.
But in this case, you are wrong.
And none of your agents will kill me?
No, I guarantee you that.
We both know that there are people in this country
that no one can protect you from.
Yes, Tane. There are.
So, watch out what you're doing.
- I'm telling you as a friend. - Thank you.
Please, go out this way.
I see how cautious you are.
Chief.
Mr. General, it is an honour...
Good afternoon, Mr. Djukich!
- Come in, sit down... - Thank you.
Please.
I am sorry, my Russian is not very good
I was really surprised when I heard you asked for me specifically.
How can I be of service?
First allow me to express my condolences
for the loss of your wife.
I'm ashamed...
that one of my officers had been involved in this case,
if he can be called an officer.
But now I at least know for sure that ten years of service
is enough for an officer of the Russian Tsar's Army
to become a traitor, murderer, thief,
and adulterer!
He disgraced the entire Imperial army,
and for that...
I deeply apologize, Mr. Djukich!
- Thank you. - He got what he deserved.
The hand of God punished him.
But he took something that belonged to me.
Unfortunately, he gave it to your wife.
- Mr. Pavelich. - Just a second.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, sir, but you are under arrest.
- Jesus! What is this?! - Don't be like that, doctor.
- Wait till the press finds out... - They'll be happy to find out
how a member of parliament spends his leisure time.
- I have immunity. Back off! - Don't force me to take you down.
Do you want me to kick the shit out of you?
Calm down. Take him away!
I should've worn some warmer clothes.
We're almost there, Miss.
I think it's best if I return home.
You can't return home, Miss. Tane told me to hide you.
Scumbags are after you. They have no hearts, no souls.
They just blow your head off.
Milya! Smiloyka!
Be careful, Miss. Hey, look whom I am bringing!
What is going on? Whom are you bringing to my home?
- What is it with you? Hush! - Don't you hush me!
You found her in your hellhole? She couldn't pay the bill
and now you are bringing her to my house?
For god sake, this is Tane's companion.
He sent here to hide.
- Why didn't you say so? - Let me introduce you.
This is Miss Maya, and this is my wife, Smilya.
I'm Smilya.
- Maya, nice to meet you. - Welcome.
- Come on in. - This way.
Would you like something to drink?
No way!
But why?
Okay, I did bring you bad luck in gambling,
but I didn't want it to be this way.
- You're among friends here. - I can tell.
This can end well.
If you think that this is how it ends, you're wrong.
No, this is just the beginning.
A bit clumsy, but it is a beginning of a cooperation.
We will cooperate in court when I sue you for kidnapping.
Sue me for kidnapping?
Alright.
But I don't think it is a wise thing to do.
You won't find a single witness.
You'll end up disgraced. Give it up.
I have a suggestion.
We are not very fond of you here,
- but we agree on many issues. - For example...?
For example, that the current Croatian MP,
Mr. Radish, is a used up politician. He has nothing to offer.
Neither to Serbs, nor to Croats.
Certainly not to Croats. I don't know about Serbs.
We need a new and strong Croatian politician...
Someone with whom we can have a long-term cooperation.
And to make that deal,
we need the other side to prove it is ready.
- And that would be? - Well, to begin with...
a reasonable approach to the case of IMRO,
where you are directly involved.
A reasonable approach would, I suppose, mean that I should behave
- as a second prosecutor, right? - No, c'mon, we're not children.
We want this case closed, with an appropriate sentence.
I'd leave the details to you.
Who authorised you to make such a proposal?
I have an authorisation from the very top.
Oh, yes...
Here's your gambling winning.
So... What's it going to be?
So... I'll think about it.
What is this?
- You wanted to speak to the boss? - I did.
You may speak with him, but you may not see him.
What kind of crap is this? I'm not your petty Belgrade thief.
Kyro, brother, you are the same to me as all of the others
who want to work with the boss.
Same rules apply to everyone.
You can speak, but you can't see the Monk,
Take it or leave it, bro. What's it going to be?
Avram Nestorovich?
No, Leonardo da Vinci.
- Avram Nestorovic. - What do you want?
You're under arrest for the murder of Violeta Djukich.
- How dare you?! - Of course we dare!
For a long time I wanted to bust some rich kid.
Milisav, stay out of my job. Hands.
I'm always arresting rascals...
So you're kind of...
Freeze! I'll shoot!
- Throw the gun! - You throw the knife!
- Throw the gun! - Don't make me shoot you!
- You're going to shoot, eh? - You will kill me!
You think it's easy to kill a man? Come on!
Don't do it!
Go to hell!
I'll never be able to paint again!
Sit down.
Is that Monk of yours leprous?
Why does he hide?
Inspector, have you come to arrest these rascals?
Let me go!!
This is not the first tavern you visited?
I need a Tailor
You're wrong. You don't need him.
Don't...
Inspector, it's occupied. I'm waiting for someone.
It's nice you know who I am.
I don't know you, but I know whom you're waiting for.
Miss Davidovich sent me.
Crazy woman!
Does she think I'm stupid? She sends me a cop.
Nishky!
- Damn it! - Your vine got a bit sour.
It happens when I buy it from Maudlin.
- Why, brother Ante? I am... - Shut up, you fool.
Cop, did you travel this far just to show off,
or you need something from me?
Listen, bastard.
If I set this place on fire, you're done.
If you set it on fire,
I'll kill you.
If I give this to you, stay away from Miss Davidovich. Okay?
Cop, I've fucked better pussies?
Put that down here and go to hell.
Did you kill the photographer?
No. I'm sorry I didn't,
but if it's any consolation, I can kill you.
What's your boss' name?
Whatever I tell you, you won't know if I fooled you.
Fair enough.
Tell your boss
that Gen. Zhivkovich is a piece of shit,
but only a bigger scum would blackmail him for this.
You are right. My boss is a big jerk.
Here, take this. Do what you want.
I am a homicide inspector, I don't cover blackmailing.
Stay away from Miss Davidovich.
If somebody gets hurt and it points to you, I'll fuck you and your boss.
You really think you're getting out of here alive?
Well, if I don't, neither will you.
A bomb! Folks! He's got a bomb!!!
Move, put your gun down!
You brought a souvenir from Kaimakchalan?
What do you know about Kaimakchalan, you scumbag!
You think you were the only one who fought the war!
- Nobody else bled for Serbia. - You chickened!
I didn't fight the war so that some drunken cop would kill me.
He really did bring a souvenir. I waited a long time for this.
Does he always receive people this way?
I was right.
His fingerprints are on Neven's camera, and on Violeta's costume.
I'm fed up.
I won't wait for him as a prisoner.
Did I come to Belgrade to be treated like this?
Pleased to meet you. I am the Monk.