- Oh, captain... - What is it, captain?
The woods are full of Albanians and you want to go through.
You obey your superiors. Come on, on your feet.
Somebody has to fight for Machkov kamen
You've lost lot of blood. The wound is too deep. You'll die.
They don't give a shit about you, man.
Come on.
- On your feet! - On your feet!
Didn't I warn you not to mess with the devil?
- Let's roll him in the blanket. - Are you sure about this, bro?
- Tailor will go mad. - I don't give a shit about Tailor!
C'mon, put his shoes on and let's take him to the town.
No, not to the town.
Take me to Prsha.
Jesus! Why do you want to go to that scumbag?
C'mon, c'mon!
Black Sun
Boss Kira, do you know Latin?
Latin? No.
You're Macedonian, do you know Greek?
- Yes. - And Serbian?
- That too. - Nice.
You see, I always preferred Romans to Greeks.
Romans built a great empire, legislative system, legions...
In a way, they built this city too. Greeks, on the other hand,
shagged young boys and spoke a lot of shit about democracy.
But I'm sure you didn't come here to study the differences
- between Greeks and Romans. - You could put it like that.
I'm guessing you have a business proposal?
Yes. Indeed.
And could that proposal have something to do
with a certain terrorist in Glavnyacha prison?
He's not a terrorist, he's a patriot. A freedom fighter.
Please forgive me. I'm a merchant.
I can't tell all the nuances.
But let us go back to our Romans.
"Bellum omnium contra omnes" –
"The war of all against all."
I don't understand.
Well, that's exactly what you're trying to do here in Belgrade.
To provoke an all-out war.
I want my man out of the prison.
Of course.
How can he fight for his fatherland from jail?
- It's impossible. - That's why we asked for help.
They'll shoot him like a dog! Let's make a bargain:
We'll forget that shipment seized by Russians.
And we'll give one more, for free.
- And more. - And more?
Yes, more. How much do you want?
Just a modest share in your business.
A percentage? No way!
Boss Kyra...
Looks like we didn't understand each other.
When I mentioned the war,
you must've thought I'm against it.
No. I like war.
But war is expensive.
- Fifteen. - Twenty.
Congratulations, inspector. We could have that brandy now.
Thank you. You know I don't drink on duty.
Here's the coffee.
No, but thanks anyway.
You two, let's go to prison.
There you go, inspector.
Button up. Take that coffee away.
You don't want to talk.
You brutally killed two people and you've got nothing to say.
Let us beat the crap out of him, inspector.
Then he'll sing like a bird.
Look, Avram... No one gives a damn about this junkie.
But for the wife of the state prosecutor,
Violeta Djukich...
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.
- Stop persuading him. Let us... - Cut it!
- You're doomed. - You are doomed.
The purpose of dying is to rise from the dead.
More powerful.
The new era is coming.
Don't you know that, you little man?
And, when it happens, all of this will be meaningless.
My sacrifice, the murders.
I've seen it all.
In my dreams, on my canvases,
in the eyes of the beheaded. Especially there.
Your civilisation is dying.
And in the new world order,
I won't be a criminal, but a hero.
This world will surrender,
and chosen ones will rule with an iron fist.
- And you're the chosen one? - Not me.
Us!
We're everywhere.
We're a legion.
Have you heard that story, little man?
"And they came to the other side of the sea,
"into the country of the Gerasenes.
"And when he came out of the boat, Out of the tombs to meet them
"came a man with an unclean spirit
"and crying out with a loud voice, he saith, What have I to do with thee,
Jesus, thou Son of the Most High God?"
And he saith:
"Come out of this man, you impure spirit."
And asketh: "What is thy name?".
"My name is Legion, for we are many."
What was that, inspector?
The Holy Bible. Gospel of Mark.
Nishky...?
That Tailor, who is he?
A war hero.
He served with Tankosich.
He says he saw when Tankosich slapped Gavrilo Printzip.
Cut the crap, Nishky.
He's a murderer, but not a liar.
He earned that nickname
'cause he's good with knives.
He cuts people's throats with surgical precision
After the war,
when the king turned his back on veterans,
some of them became quilt makers,
butchers, coppers or grocers.
And he became a killer.
It was the only thing he was good at.
And his boss? Who is he?
He has two names that no one in the slum dares to mention.
The first one is diabolic, the other one is Christian.
You see, Milan, this is a monk cemetery.
Very interesting. Yeah.
When I came to Belgrade after the Great War,
the first thing I did was to buy this land.
Do you know why?
I wouldn't know, boss.
I want to restore this monastery one day.
Our medieval rulers were great founders.
That's why Serbia is full of churches and monasteries.
They committed all kinds of sins while they were alive.
Brothers killed brothers, fathers killed sons, and vice versa.
And yet, they all became saints.
Boss, you want to become a saint, don't you?
One day, there will be a new church here.
But before I build my heritage, I need to earn it.
So, I have to commit many more sins, Milan.
What have you got for me?
Are you sure they're real this time?
I guarantee it with my life.
Whose life? Yours?
- If necessary. - It may well be, Milan.
It may well be.
Erm.. Yes... We had to kill someone.
- Well, what else is new? - Well, the cop.
I had to kill that cop.
I had to. I had no choice.
The fact that he was an officer gave you a choice.
Yes, but I just... I had to.
Okay, what's done is done.
Lay low for a while and don't go out until this passes.
Okay, boss.
- And Milan... - Yes?
Get out of that slum already.
I will, boss.
Can't you see it brings you bad luck?
Good afternoon, commissioner.
Congratulations! Well done!
I want to call some politicians. We've got something to brag about.
It can wait.
The suspect needs an urgent psychiatrical evaluation.
- We have all the time in the world. - It's urgent, believe me.
- Is he crazy? - Without a doubt.
Everyone's crazy when they're put against the wall.
Indeed. But this one isn't acting.
Okay. We'll have him examined.
Further investigation depends on that examination.
Is Tane around?
Let's go!
- Mr. Djolovich - Tanasiyevich... Where is he?
He didn't show up all day.
What is this place, police station or a brothel?
Tanasiyevich was in a hurry yesterday.
He had an important assignment.
- Today he's probably resting. - And that is...
Our young colleague Pletikosich.
He made his first arrest yesterday.
It seems like Violeta Djukich's case is solved.
Solved...
Knock on wood. Do you want to see the suspect?
To see the suspect? Go fuck yourselves!
Good bye, commissioner.
- How long you've been married? - Too long, miss!
What are you talking about?
Ten years or so.
Looks like you loved each other from the day one.
What does that mean? As if people can't become
more infatuated after five years. It's not love when you strip naked,
but when you lay bare your soul. You have all that education,
and you don't know anything. Didn't your mom teach you?
She died when I was six.
Prsha!
- Prsha! It's Tane! - Jesus, haven't I told you
- I don't want to see you. - My God, is he alive?
- Can you hear me? What happened? - Who is this?
Maya, Maya Davidovich. You sent me here.
You can go back now. They won't touch you.
They got what they wanted.
And so did you. C'mon, get him inside.
I'm all ears.
I don't like it. There are too many of them.
But of course. It's their town.
They drive him in an armoured car.
Two cops in the front, two in the back.
- And six more escorting them. - On their bikes.
What about the prison?
The best view is from the market.
But it is full of people.
- It can be good for us. - Or not.
What about the inside?
I can get a map, but we'll have to grease somebody's palm.
Do it. Money is not an issue.
- You're going back to Bukovo. - Why is that?
I want you to bring new goods. And her.
- Her? - Yes, her.
- It'll be very tricky, Boss Kyra. - I know.
But that's not your problem.
C'mon, beat it!
Fuck this!
I better sell pumpkin seeds than opium.
I would make fortune on it.
Don't get me wrong. Switzerland is a wonderful country.
I even think I liked it there.
But I got a strange impression
that Swiss do nothing but procreate, eat, sleep, drink, work,
- and, in the end, die out of boredom. - While our children...
have nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep, am I right?
- Cheers. - Well, we do have a goal here.
We're fighting for a better future.
Yes.
I mean you and I.
And people like us.
I mean, we have to turn this country into Switzerland,
the place where people would die out of boredom.
You really think our children will die just out of boredom?
If you and I make them, yeah, I think so.
What makes you think I'd want to have babies with you?
You just said "our children".
Yes. It was a figure of speech.
- A figure of speech? - Yes.
And just so you know,
I'm no stranger to these procreation-related activities.
- Oh, really? - Yes.
If you have a problem with that, and you think I'm damaged goods,
you're free to go. I'll pay the bill.
It's okay, really.
Boyana, I'm a man of modern convictions.
It would be unfair to expect that you're a virgin...
when I'm not.
Oh... Well...
It's nice to hear that you do have some experience.
Does that mean I still have a chance tonight?
Not really.
So I thought.
But I'll immensely enjoy your efforts to make me change my mind.
I see it's not going too well.
But let me help you.
I'm taking you to a place
where you can show me your real nature.
- Deal? - Deal.
Smilya, I must admit...
I didn't know inspector Tanasiyevich is your brother.
We see each other so often that even I forget it.
It's all my fault.
He was beaten up trying to protect me.
You think you're the only one he took a beating for?
This fool keeps ruining his life for someone else.
Like there's no one else to mend things.
Pass me the brandy.
Finally, he ended up in police.
You'd say he has a death wish.
All I can do is stitch him up
and prepare for the funeral.
Doesn't he have a family?
A wife, kids?
God didn't bless us with children.
These heavy times...
As for the wife, he was married. Unfortunately.
Andro, dear!
You better pass out again, it'll hurt less.
Why did you have to wake up?
Your blabbing would raise the dead.
Why did you steal meat from me?
You made ten kebabs out of the portion for five.
They were this tiny.
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't know what a kebab is.
Maybe by looking in your underpants.
The only thing I learned was not to share a tavern with a twat.
What was I thinking when I crossed the river?
It'd have been better if you had drowned, if you ask me.
- Indeed. - He's awake.
- Thank you, sweet Jesus. - To his health!
- Hello. - Hello.
C'mon, relax. Don't be so stiff.
Two vodkas, please.
Dear doctor.
To your health.
C'mon, Stanko, relax a bit! What is this?
Professor!
I can see you're in position.
Dr. Antich.
You're a real eye candy.
Tell me, why did you bring this plonker?
He's making this place look less cheesy.
Don't be so hard on him, professor. We'll fix him up, alright.
I was a "plonker" too 'till you spoiled me.
You ain't spoiled yet.
- No. - Yes, yes.
- You think so? - Yes.
Alright, professor, take it easy.
- Oh, I've been going too fast. - I can do fast.
There goes your apprentice.
Mr. Alimpiye Mirich.
I'm glad you came on such a short notice.
The matter is rather, how should I put it?
- Urgent? - "Delicate" is more adequate. Brandy?
I prefer soda. But the water would be just fine.
This time we need a girl. A white girl.
You're fed up with Gypsies?
Mister Rajachki is very fond of you.
He thinks there's a good reason for that.
He also believes your reputation is justified.
And what kind of reputation is that?
He believes there is a good reason for that.
They say you are a man of his word. Thank you.
And the man who can keep his mouth shut.
I must admit, you are right. I'm full of contradictions.
As you Serbs like to say, mind your own business.
Really?
But we also say: clear agreements, good friends.
Speaking of arrangements, Mr. Count,
I think you're well aware that certain favours
- cannot be paid with money. - You're quite right, Alimpiye.
That's why our arrangement includes a special agreement
with "Hymdalpharm", in case you forgot.
But in case you forgot,
these things are hard to pull out. We got away with - twice,
but now, the risk is higher,
and so is the price.
Alright. What do you want this time?
Beside money, of course?
Gentlemen, I have a great pleasure to inform you
that soon I'll be the owner of a company
with privileges in poppy seeds trade.
And that means:
The entire trade of opium
and opium derivatives, on the territory of the Kingdom
will be under my control.
Which is why I'll need much bigger, and better contract
with "Hymdalpharm".
In that case, your favour will be regarded
as a gesture of good will,
and the owners of "Hymdalpharm" will know how to repay it.
Thank you.
I will do my best.
Mr. Count never had any complaints about the previous shipments.
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Tell me, man, who is looking after your joint?
Beats me. Who's lookin' after yours?
No one, man. My business is ruined. Nobody pays anything.
They're just cutting each other with razors.
Karadjordjevich dynasty is to blame, them scumbags!
Fuck it, man! I was in jail because of them. For nothing!
They're smashing my windows.
- You know what they say to me? - What?
That I'm a snitch, a copper's son in law.
Well, that son in law part is true. But a snitch?
- Don't even mention it. - I better not.
Hey, Nishky! Where've you been all day?
What do you care where where have I been?
Dear Lord! We're drunk as a skunk.
- We are... - Okay, cheers, mate. See you.
It's cold. Make a fire. Make a fire!
Make a fire, soldier! Stoyan has tinder.
- Tanasiyevich! Wake up! - Sonya! Sonya!
Wake up! There's no Sonya here. You're raving.
Wake up! Wake up! Everything is alright.
What you're doing here? Why aren't you in Belgrade?
I'll stay 'till you get well. You got to warm up.
- It's snowing. - Smilya!
It's best to die in the snow.
- Damyan, just let yourself go. - What's the matter with him?
What took you so long? He's as cold as a corpse.
- Bring something warm and salty! - I'll make a soup.
C'mon, rub his skin!
Pull yourself together, inspector.
You'll ruin my reputation. No one remained cold by my side.
Sonya, go to your children. Go to your children, Sonya...
Look at him;
nice, good-looking nice perfume...
Why don't you find yourself a nice lady?
Don't want to spoil her.
And you're thinking, I'm already spoiled so what the hell.
You could screw married women.
I don't want to ruin marriages.
You won't see many a pussy...
- You think so? - I know so.
How's the investigation going?
- I arrested a murderer. - I'm asking you about my case, man.
Not good.
Did you ask your Stavra about that man's name?
No. I'm afraid to ask him.
- Do you want me to ask? - Don't ask anyone anything.
I would suffer the consequences, one way or another
And what's the boy's name?
- Petar. - Petar.
To indulge that nameless piece of shit.
I remembered, that was his father's name.
That's a great clue, Mara!
- Say what? - Yes.
We're no longer looking for a nameless rich man...
Right.
But a rich guy whose father's name is Petar.
You're going to find my son?
I will. I promise.
Spend the night here.
At least once.
I will.
TOPONICA, SERBIA
KINGDOM OF SERBS, CROATS AND SLOVENES
Your majesty, Dr. Avakumovich is here.
1924. THE BORROUGH OF TOPCHIDER, CITY OF BELGRADE,
KINGDOM OF SERBS, CROATS AND SLOVENES
Tanasiyevich!
Are you happy now?
Your Prince Highness...
we didn't have a choice.
Arresting your wartime commander!
- Aren't you ashamed? - I'm sorry, Your Highness.
Sorry my ass, you traitorous cunt!
My brother bought all of you for a small change!
Milisav.
What do you want?
Fuck off!
Zhivkovich...
I knew you were behind this.
- Your Majesty... - Nobody asked you anything!
You fucking faggot! I'll dedicate my life to ruining you!
What life?
You don't have a life anymore.
Why are you staring at that tomato, my friend?
Are you going to marry it? Buy it or leave it.
- You call this a tomato? - Yes.
In Macedonia, this wouldn't qualify as a cherry.
Well, go to Macedonia and buy some.
It'll cost you nothing.
If I were to sell these here, I'd be a rich man.
There are too many of them, boss.
They are like cockroaches.
Too many if they fight, but not now.
Okay. Here you have 30 litre of red wine,
20 litre of juniper brandy,
and 10 litre of plum brandy. Put it in the basement.
It mustn't get warm. And here is rosé.
Now, 13 bottles times 2, that's 32.
And 20 litre of juniper brandy.
15, plus plum and juniper brandy...
Okay. 56 x 2 is 126, plus 13 x 3,
and this barrel.
- Total: 467 dinars and 50 cents. - How much?
Give me 467.
Screw the 50, you can give me five kebabs.
Nishky, come here!
Here's 420.
- That's exactly what I've said! - You marauder...
Beans without sausage.
- Are you a vegetarian? - No. Macedonian.
Give me a piece of paper and a pen.
Listen, I won't be here for a while.
If anyone asks, you haven't seen me.
- Is that clear. - Yes.
Where were you? Why are you late?
I was checking up on my workers.
The boss wants you to find him a pretty chick.
Deliver her to this address tonight. Find someone to read it for you.
And listen up, you moron - wash her up. The clients have taste.
Is it a problem if she recently gave birth?
Listen, the pussy's a pussy.
Stop asking me those stupid questions.
We need to go before he asks me how to wipe his ass.
Herr Doctor! Always on time.
Those Krauts taught you well, "Herr Doctor".
Good afternoon, Your Highness. How are you today?
What can I say?
You know how days in the nuthouse are.
Your doctor told me there's has been a slight improvement.
Improvement, yes. Yes...
- Sit down, doctor, please. - Thank you.
- A brandy? - No.
- That's water from your well. - Water?
Don't be so meticulous, Herr doctor.
If my brother wanted to poison me, he'd have done it a long time ago.
You still think they wanted to poison you?
I don't "think", I know!
But it's better to be a living patient
than a dead prince.
And who knows,
maybe I'll prove useful to them like this.
Speaking of which, what happened with my petition?
What petition?
To be allowed to visit Belgrade at least once a month.
Your Majesty, you have everything here.
Is my brother really so unmerciful?
Didn't he punish me enough?
Please doctor, let me see Belgrade one more time,
at least to piss on Pashich's grave.
I'll rot in this cage anyhow.
- Your Majesty, you need to rest. - To rest?!
- To find yourself, so to speak. - You fucking prick!
- You were the one who put me here! - That's not true.
The medical team decided that you should be committed.
A team led by you, Avakumovich.
You obeyed my brother's orders,
and the orders of that piece of shit, Zhivkovich!
Calm down, Your Highness, please. Gentlemen, gentlemen!
Your Highness... We've already discussed this.
Your delusions and fantasies.
They could be a consequence of shock.
- Maybe even your wound from war. - You're so full of shit!
I wasn't wounded in the head, but in my butt.
Tell that brother of mine...
that crazy Djordje is not completely mad.
And that I'll get even
for all he had done to our people and to me,
that lowlife scumbag!
I'll have the last word!
Who knows?
Your Highness... Who knows who'll have the last word?
Calm down. You need to relax.
Maybe yours will be the last word.
What was the name of that painting, again?
Black sun.
I can't take this.
You have to. You had fever all night.
You don't remember anything from last night, do you?
- I remember that you were here. - Nothing else?
You had mistaken me with some Sonya.
Don't worry, I didn't dishonour you.
It was just a little kiss.
Did you mistaken me with someone?
You're weird.
I'm not weird. It's just you don't understand how ordinary people are.
When was the last time you spoke with someone who's not rich?
Of course, you hate the rich.
That's not true. It's just...
They harass me every time I arrest one of you.
But when I arrest someone poor, nobody makes a fuss.
If you're tormented by injustice, why did you become a cop?
Lady, do you really think that guys like me have a choice?
My dear miss,
our lives are like marked cards.
We know beforehand that we're going to lose the game.
What do you think, what else could I become
after years spent in trenches and captivity,
than a city copper.
Nobody is forcing you to sacrifice your life for someone like me.
But then again...
You don't care whom you sacrifice your life for.
Your only goal is to die, as soon as possible.
I already died once.
Yes?
They arranged a funeral and all that.
It's not that bad as some may think.
You're getting fleeced, huh? - No luck.
No maths.
Can I have your attention, please. Three of you are going with me
- to Yataghan slum. - You must be joking?
The coppers haven't set foot there since the Ottoman times.
Well, that changes today.
Inspector Tanasiyevich was last seen there.
Don't worry. They won't touch him.
- We're leaving now. - Wait!
That's an order!
Where's the car?
Don't. They'll smash it into pieces.
All right, we'll go on foot.
C'mon, Sveta, give us the guns!
Inspector, please think about it one more time. It's risky.
You're inexperienced.
You think you can do anything, but...
Cops! Cops!
Gezim, Stavra! Cops!
Cops! Cops!
- Anto, bro! The cops are coming! - How? What day is it?
I don't know! It's that Tane's kid.
Oh, man... Inspector, let's go back. You refuse to carry out my order?
It's not that. I'm going to leave my bones here.
- Me too. - Silence!
- Follow me. - Spread out!
Is that the copper who shags our Mara?
Good afternoon, people.
Tane said to watch over him. He's a moron.
I'll show that fucking whore who's the boss around here!
We just want to ask you some routine questions.
Fuck off! Go back!
I'll shoot!
Hold it right there! Go away! Fuck off!
What do you think you're doing? Bringing gendarmes to the slum?
As far as I know, police can go to any part of the city.
No, you can't! We don't obey your laws!
Fuck you and your laws!
Those are voted by those fools in parliament!
This is Yataghan, man!
- You're just like your Tane, man! - He's the reason I'm here.
- He's not at work, not at home... - He's okay, trust me.
- I don't understand. - Trust me, he's okay.
- Go back to your headquarters. - You can't talk to me like that.
- Do you know who I am? - I know. You're an idiot.
What are you waiting for? Beat it! Zhivoyin, please!
- I've nothing to do with this! - Just get him the fuck out of here!
- C'mon, sod off! - I'll shoot!
- Stop! Hold it! - Back off!
- Come over here.
- Mr. Pavelich? - Yes.
- Here. - Thank you.
Mr. Djukich is waiting for you.
Your Honour, I really don't know what to say.
That's what happens when you choose the enemy of the state as your lawyer.
That impertinent state wrecker.
I couldn't agree more, but they insisted from the highest level.
Djukich, please, don't make me say something I'll regret.
- Thank you. - Come in.
Sorry I'm late.
What can you do.
- Excuse me, is this occupied? - Have a seat.
- This is outrageous, Pavelich. - What?
We had to adjourn the trial because of your frivolity.
Not to mention the costs of transport from prison and back!
The next hearing has been scheduled.
If you don't show up,
the state will assign a lawyer to your client.
That won't be necessary. I'll be there on time.
The defendant will have a lawyer.
The assigned attorney won't be needed.
I apologise one more time. Thank you for your understanding.
My dear state prosecutor,
you got what you asked for.
Good morning. Where's your patient?
In the stables. He's on his feet already.
You warmed him up good, apparently.
I ran out of it, just when it hurts the most.
But for you, I always have something.
If we could find you some nice mare to play with.
We'll find it, don't worry, but will have to pay for it.
At our age, no one want's to do it out of love.
Let's go out for a ride, like in the old days.
Be careful. He'll bite you.
He won't. I've picked your smell.
Let's go, horsey.
Why won't you accept my gratitude?
I mustn't get used to it. Come on!
On that horse, you really look like prince charming.
Like horse, like prince. C'mon, horsey!