Grandpa!
You have enough wood here for the whole day!
Grandpa!
I know who you are.
You're the inspector who...
arrested that lunatic, that butcher.
- I am. - Congratulations. Well done.
Grandpa, do you know who I really am?
I know.
You're inspector Pletikosich.
Yes, I'm inspector Pletikosich.
Do you know you're also Pletikosich?
Do you know we live here together?
Do you know why I call you grandpa?
Please, look at me when I'm talking to you.
Do you know we live here together?
Do you know we have the same last name?
And do you know why I call you grandpa
Tell me why?
Please, grandpa, why?!
Forgive me, my boy.
I know why...
so that your grandpa would have a reason to live.
BLACK SUN EPISODE 6
- Good morning, my love. - Good morning.
Good morning. What time is it?
- It's time. - For what?
Whom did you meet?
I can't do this now, I'm in a hurry.
- You met someone, tell me. - I really have to go.
Whom did you meet, tell me?
Yes, I met someone.
My first love.
He said he was in town, so I went to see him.
I came to his apartment.
It was dark.
Suddenly, I felt someone grabbing me,
putting one hand over my mouth and the other around my waist.
I felt he had a hard-on.
It was him,
he started undressing me,
talking how he had been thinking of me,
and ripping my panties.
- Talk to me. - Suddenly, he took me...
Talk to me, talk to me more.
You're choking me, Konstantin.
- Talk to me, dear. - You're choking me.
- Talk to me! - You're choking me!
Oh, c'mon!
As if I'm some kind of wacko who chokes his own wife.
I'm sorry, my love, it's not you.
- What's wrong? - I'm worried about Maya,
I'm afraid something has happened to her.
Maya is like a cat, nothing will happen to her.
Where is Maya?
- How would I know? - What are you doing here?
I'm taking care.
You're taking care of Maya, that's what you're doing.
Are we being jealous?
I'll ask again, where's Maya?
I'm telling you I don't know.
I haven't heard from her in days. Are you doing drugs again?
We're playing bad cop, again?
We'll see about that break-in, Mr. Prosecutor.
A break-in and a robbery.
- We'll see who's the burglar here... - Thug.
Pussy!
Don't hurt yourself, inspector, now that I've healed you.
Hurry up, girl.
Here. The water is getting cold.
- There he is, doctor. - Tane, you old wreck!
Good afternoon.
Take care of my clothes, please.
What is it?
I brought you presents.
- You've been drinking? - I haven't!
Dear Lord, a man cannot buy his wife a present
- without looking suspicious. - Thank you.
Tanasiyevich, you're having a great time here.
Let's look at you. It's healing.
How are you?
Everything hurts, which means I'm alive.
What's going on in the town?
While you're lying around, your colleague is making arrests.
TRIPLE MURDERER ARRESTED!
Take your clothes off..
- Why?! - To examine you.
Be quiet and read that. Deep breaths.
You should look at the bright side.
At least we know that Violeta wasn't killed because of you
and your negatives.
Real comforting. She didn't, but I almost did.
Heads are flying all over and I should just what? Be merry?
I forgot to tell you something...
If this follows the direction I have anticipated,
the next in line could be your boy, Djukich.
Voyin?
But if Avram really is the killer and he was arrested...
This is way too complicated to be the fault of one madman.
What about the other madman, the Russian who shagged Violeta?
The one who gave her the necklace?
You seem to know the details.
- You told me. - No.
I only asked if you knew that Violeta had a lover.
I never said it was a Russian, and certainly not
that he gave her the necklace.
Interrogation, again. Okay, Voyin told me that.
Did he tell you that he has the necklace now?
The necklace that nutjob stole and lost his head over?
While the other nutjob painted it and chopped people's heads off.
He did not. I just learned that from you.
Well, learn it.
And it seems that those two nutjobs have nothing in common.
Everything revolves around that fucking necklace.
Or something connected with it.
The only thing we can do now is guess...
who's next in the line to get fucked.
And that's probably the one who has the necklace
that your creepy friend painted.
Alright, what's wrong now?
Avram did not paint the necklace,
but the symbol on it. Ichthys – fish.
It is an old Christian symbol.
The focus of the painting was the death of God-man.
I see you know about that too.
About what?
About the daubings of that creep of yours
and the precise appearance of the necklace.
I know his work.
And I have had the opportunity to see Violeta's necklace up close.
And I don't know if someone is going to get fucked,
but I'm pretty certain you should fuck off right about now!
Come in.
Inspector, you have a visit. Miss Doctor...
Shall I leave the lovebirds alone?
Zhivoyin, if only I had your brain, it would be a holiday.
Please...
Where did you disappear the other night?
If that's why you came, I'm busy.
- I don't have time. - But you do have the time to pose
for newspapers, that's where I can see you.
- I didn't get the impression. - What?
- That you wanted to see me. - Well, get the impression.
What's that?
I'm looking for a child. His father took him away,
and mother doesn't remember the father's name
That speaks volumes about his qualities.
Do you have his birth certificate, place of birth?
I have here the names of the child,
mother and father's father.
That's why they are all called Petar.
- Yes. - Right.
Wrong approach. Come with me.
Don't worry, I'm not taking you dancing. I just want to help.
Goodbye.
He grabbed my tits!
- You're lying! - Me, lying? You came to me,
and started groping my tits! And my bottom, too!
I wouldn't fuck you for a kilo of strawberries!
You couldn't even if you wanted to!
Be quiet!
Maudlin, I've already told you...
If you want to fuck, you have to pay.
- Is that clear? - Fuck off, both of you!
What are you looking at? Get back to work!
Can you clean up this mess once in your life!
Take a cloth and clean it up yourself if it bothers you.
Look, I wouldn't be so brash if I were you.
But you're not.
- What? - You're not me.
You know that Tailor's away? You do. And who's in charge now?
Who?
I am! Is that clear?
Listen, Stavra, don't mess with Tailor.
There's no one like him.
Svejedno! It doesn't matter! I need you to do something for me.
Come here, boy!
This Macedonian fellow wants to put a newspaper ad.
And you're gonna help him
because he doesn't know his way around town.
What are you doing?
- Reading. - Why do you care what it says?
- You're right, I don't. - C'mon, take him to the post office.
Maudlin, keep an eye on the place and don't drink all of my brandy.
- Alright, Anta, don't worry. - What's your name?
- Angelce. - Sweet baby Jesus...
C'mon, move it.
Can the state execute a seriously deranged man?
The eternal moral dilemma.
Maybe the state cannot, but if it were up to me...
No history of mental illnesses in the family,
extensive use of alcohol, opiates, hashish...
Mr. Nestorovich, hashish!
Art and hashish go hand in hand.
Did you beat him?
Absolutely not. You know we do not beat the prisoners.
I know, that's why I'm asking.
While Inspector Pletikosich was questioning him,
he talked incoherently and quoted
the Bible, the Gospel according to Mark.
The Gospel? Mr. Nestorovich! Why the Gospel?
You haven't lost your faith, have you?
I'd say he's not in the mood for a chat.
People in such a state usually aren't.
- You mean crazy? - No, no.
No, no, his moral axis and perception of reality are slightly misplaced,
but not to the extent that would make him unaware of his crimes.
- Can he stand trial? - Yes.
Give him these pills twice a day, until the trial.
- Can we leave now, please... - Yes.
- Stop it, you're crazy! - Stop what?
- Stop, I need to tell you something. - I know what you need to tell me.
No, really, it's important. Come on, it can wait.
- What is it? - I'm sorry, my love,
I really can't fuck while some lunatic is out there, beheading my friend.
- What lunatic, what friend? - Maya, my Maya.
I told you about her.
And the lunatic is the one cutting off heads.
Okay.
But what does she have to do with it?
Well, the wacko killed Violeta.
Actually, he was after Maya.
Violeta and Maya ordered the same dress.
Now they want to correct the mistake and are looking for Maya,
all because of those fucking photos.
What photos?
I don't know. She wanted to give them to you,
so you can blackmail them together. She wanted to save the bank.
To blackmail whom?
General Zhivkovich.
Bloody hell! Listen to me now.
Calm down and tell me everything.
Everything, do you understand?
- It was a good night, wasn't it? - Not that good.
Not that good?
I thought fucking cops is worth more.
- I don't understand. - What you don't understand?
Okay, wash your muff,
I'm taking you out of town to wealthy clients.
Listen, Stavra, you know I can't leave this place just like that.
- Stavra, don't! - Shut up!
Take all the money I made last night.
Made? Cops gave it to you to be their snitch, bitch!
No... No one gave me anything, take everything. I don't need it!
Take it, I don't need it!
You don't need anything. You're lucky I'm a man of his word.
That's it... This is for your own good.
How's it going, roomie?
How's it going, Turk?
- Why did you beat my men? - Fuck you and your security!
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already.
- Why did you come here? - To visit my bachelor room.
And to see my roommate.
The famous Black Hand. Former Black Hand.
As far as I can recall, you're also a former Black Hand.
Yeah. Except that I'm still fighting for the unification,
while you only deal with death.
I'm not sure what Apis and Tankosich would say about that new unification.
Tankosich would, at the very least, cut off my ear. And yours.
That's what I'm telling you.
However, Apis would understand me. But you, I'm not so sure.
Did you come here to lecture me?
That'd be futile.
I'm guessing there's a better place for you in Belgrade than this?
And that you didn't come all the way from Moscow
- Just to see your old mate? - Don't be like that.
So, you need something?
- In a way. - Speak.
That boss of yours, who got you out of prison
when you killed the doctor responsible for your wife's death...
They say you're loyal to him like a dog.
The same way you're loyal to that bearded fella who died of syphilis,
and did nothing to deserve your loyalty.
They say he knows everything about everyone in Belgrade.
He does.
Then he knows who's looking for fag photos of that traitor.
What traitor?
You know the piece of shit who betrayed us.
Peritza, the faggot.
Well, then he must know who kidnapped a nice lady
because of those photos.
It's possible.
Then tell him I'm ready to pay for those photos in gold,
and that I will cut his eyes out
if a single hair is missing from the lady's head.
You know I'm not just saying it.
You'll get the answers in a few days.
But, when it comes to the lady,
I'm afraid you'll have to cut out the eyes of some lover.
Okay, you just tell him what I said. I don't want any problems later on.
- Consider it done. - Take care, mate.
Merhaba.
You say merhaba when you greet someone,
not when they're leaving, you ignorant fuck.
Mustapha, I don't give a rat's ass about when and what is said.
Me neither.
You beat the hell out of us, Montenegrin.
I'm not from Montenegro.
- Okay, Bosnian? - No, not from Bosnia either.
- So, where are you from? - From Herzegovina.
It's okay, we gave her this... what's it called? Chlorophyll.
I see you gave her a beating too.
Well, I had to, she put up a fight.
Hey, she's got good tits, nice ass, who's gonna look at the bruises?
When should I pick her up? She's not your problem anymore.
If someone asks for her, it's better if you know nothing.
Here's something for your trouble.
Count sends greetings to your boss. Take her out.
Take care of yourself and come for a visit, don't be a stranger.
I will, thank you. Smilya, don't hold them up!
I'm going to hold up my brother as much as I want to,
Only God knows when I'll see him again!
Smilya, thank you... you made me feel like at home.
Watch it, don't let my brother die because of you.
Who's gonna die? What are you talking about?
I've told you a hundred times, mind your own business.
Alright.
Did you tell Miss Maya about that time
when you crossed the Sava in a barrel?
Only about a million times. Shall we?
- Just you keep joking around. - Let's go.
Prsho, let's go!
- Take care! - Let's go, beautiful.
Have a nice trip and come again!
POLICE CHECKPOINT VRANJE, SOUTHERN SERBIA
Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes
Hey, let me pass!
Easy, control first.
I'm late, my friend, please don't.
You didn't report having different kind of goods this time?
Come on! Her aunt died, I'm taking her to Belgrade.
Can the miss step outside?
Don't... No, wait... She's...
Wait a minute, she's my cousin from Kumanovo.
Shut up! Can she speak?
What's your name, girl?
C'mon, man, take the money,
split it with your colleague and let us pass.
Come on, we're late. I'd let her pass through my hands.
Put that money back in your pocket!
She could pay in services, right?
Come on, man, she's my cousin!
That's even better. You'll keep it in the family.
Look at this! There's more here than just the whore?
- What are we gonna do now? - Wait, listen to me.
Take all of it, it's all I got, stop messing around.
- Let us pass, man, we're late. - I know, but my colleague said...
that we would like a little something with your cousin...
Just a little...
Where are you from, beautiful?
The girl doesn't talk much.
But she's good at sucking, right?
Thank you.
Goodbye.
So long, inspector.
- You found it? - Yes.
Show it to me! Show it!
Mr. Djukich...
You have my eternal gratitude! Eternal!
Sasha, vodka! Please, have a seat. Please.
You know...
They took everything from us.
Land, power given by God.
And not only that. Our families, lives...
They took God away from us.
If our king hadn't banned the communists at the very beginning,
the same thing would have happened here.
People quickly turn red when they are hungry.
Sasha...
Russia...
will eternally be in your debt, Mr. Djukich.
- Cheers! - Cheers!
Please, connect me to 2246.
- Excuse me, ma'am. - Yes.
You have a visitor.
Maya!
You're alive! Where've you been all this time?
I thought you died, that your head was chopped off,
that you were lying in some ditch, covered in blood.
This doesn't end. I can't even go home.
What am I supposed to do?
Don't worry.
I'll tell you what to do.
But keep in mind, you can't ever mention his name to anyone.
Who's a blabbermouth here, you or me?
Damn Belgrade, I can't find collard greens anywhere.
Anyhow, Miss Davidovich, I can see why Krista hid you
from her Muyo. It's difficult to hide such beauty.
That's why I don't understand why she is handing you to me.
I'm joking, relax! My clever Krista knows I know my place.
Alright. Are you going to tell her something about the reason she came?
You've nothing to worry about.
Miss can go home, Muyo remains yours.
- How do you mean? - I mean you can go home.
You think I'm safe?
They took the necklace.
They have no reason to come after you.
Are you sure about that?
There are people who think I'm good at this.
But, did Mr. Djukich give you anything else?
And you're absolutely certain I got it from him?
People say I'm good at that too.
He only gave me the necklace.
Then there's no problem.
If he gave you something else with it, you're not safe.
See for yourself.
Okay, if I'm safe without the necklace,
then I thank you for your help. I can finally go home.
Thank God!
Can I ask you... What happened to the photos?
I had to give the negatives.
Negatives are one thing, the photos are another.
I thought, maybe some got misplaced?
None, unfortunately.
If they had, I'd have given them to you.
Pity.
I'll have someone to watch the house, just in case.
Now your bourgeois palates will taste a meal Mustapha was raised on.
What do you say, huh?
How come he's not there yet?
What is this, a defence ministry or a brothel?
Tell him to call me as soon as he gets in, is that clear?
- What do you want now? - Alimpiye Mirich wants to see you.
Didn't I say I never want to see him again?
He has been waiting for two hours now.
He says the fate of the country is at stake.
- Okay. Bring him in. - Yes, sir!
- Mirich. - General, sir.
What is this danger that I know nothing about, huh?
Sir, what is the state?
Is it the country, people, assembly, crown?
Mirich...
The state is a ship navigated by a few exceptional people,
and when some of them are in danger, the ship could sink.
Who is in danger, Mirich?
You, general sir.
Really?
How so?
Let me show you the proof that you misunderstood me.
Sir, this is not a case of blackmail.
Are there any more copies?
We can't be sure,
as long as the man from whom they were taken is at large.
And who is that man?
An acquaintance of yours, known under many names,
one of which is Mustapha.
- I suppose I can sit? - You can not.
Quickly, say what you have to say.
Mustapha is an evil hanging around your neck,
and I'm the one who could make it go away.
And get the monopoly in return, right?
Yes. But for it to make sense,
you'd have to get rid of the general
of an illegal army and his opium brethren.
So, you free me from the major, and I free you from the general?
Aren't you a bit out of line?
Don't forget that behind the major
there's a much larger army which is not in exile.
And he's ready to use it against you for his own personal reasons.
I would also like to remind you that not only General Vrangel
is not your friend, he is your enemy.
He's been going behind your back ever since you stopped paying him.
That's why my proposition is not a mere trade,
where you'd save me from my enemies,
and I'd save you from yours.
No. My proposal is an alliance
against our two common enemies:
The Reds and the Whites.
- Please, take a seat, Mr. Mirich. - Thank you.
Tane, who did this to you?
A jealous husband.
- A multitude of husbands? - A battalion of them.
C’mon, stop whining. Bring me a cup of coffee.
Inspector.
Hero of the press, you took my spot?
You thought Tane was gone?
I was looking for you in the slum, sir.
I heard that. And stop calling me sir.
Did you see a doctor?
No, but I'd like to visit that doctor of yours.
- Who? - Dr. Reiss. Call him.
That day when you arrested the painter,
he called you and said he had some information for you.
Yeah, but the case is closed.
It's closed my ass! Call him!
Are you crazy? What are you doing?
- They'll close me for good. - It's not up to me.
Who's gonna drink my booze?
- It's all because of cognac... - Relax, Nishky.
Come on, pour water over him!
- Hey, Trnavatz, is that a new chick? - Be quiet!
Or you'll lose your balls!
I'd lose them for a beauty like this.
It can be arranged.
Jesus!
There she is, boss.
Boss Kira.
I see you found your way around Belgrade.
Good afternoon, Yovana. Have you travelled well?
Damn well!
Well, fuck it.
Please, take a seat.
Have you travelled well?
Yes, we have. Really well.
But that doesn't matter now.
What matters is for you to tell me
why my brother is still in jail?
Do you want to eat something?
- Hey boss? - Huh?
What do you want?
Ante has a killer schnapps.
Looks like that Belgrade schnapps has gotten into your head.
What Belgrade schnapps?
This is a top quality moonshine.
- Antonie, right? - Yep.
Fuck off, Antonie.
Can't you see we're having a conversation here!
No schnapps then. God forbid!
Do you have something clever to tell me?
I can see you feel quite at home here.
What is the plan for Damyan?
Don't you worry about Damyan. It's going to be taken care of.
- When? - Tomorrow
And I should just take your word for it?
Look, Yovana.
I came here from Bukovo.
I spent a ton of money.
And as things stand, I'll have to give a ton more.
I have to play nice with these Belgrade dickheads,
and get fucked because they want to take over the business.
The last thing I need is you lecturing me right now.
I told you I would get your brother out of the hole,
and that's exactly what's going to happen.
Now, what are you drinking?
Well then, give us that famous schnapps.
- I've heard it's really good. - Boss!
Can I see your ID cards, please?
Thank you. Let's have you searched.
Good day, Mr. Hadzhi-Arsov.
You want a cigarette?
- I see you're mad at me. - I am.
At myself too. For being such a jackass.
Your friend sends his greetings.
Read the papers. Ads, the page next-to-last.
Would you like a cigarette now?
See you.
How can Alyosha be guilty
when he was in prison when Neven was killed?
He killed the priest.
He robbed the altar and stole the necklace.
The priest saw him. That's how it all began.
And Avram saw the necklace on Violeta Djukich.
So he killed her and then Neven.
While Alyosha was obviously killed by one of his own.
How are we supposed to put that in our report?
Screw the report. It's what's logical that counts.
The necklace seems pretty important.
Reiss told me he had asked around.
- Sir, the tank is full. - Thank you, let's go.
Please, come in. Professor, thank you very much.
This is...
Yes, I know the inspector. You're still battling?
- Hello, doctor, how are you? - I haven't congratulated you
- on your first arrest. - Thank you.
Your killer is very interesting.
During the interrogation,
Avram quoted Gospel according to Mark:
Legion is my name, because we are many.
We think that Avram wasn't alone,
and that the necklace is somehow very important.
I asked about the necklace.
When I saw the stamp of Romanovs, everything became very clear.
The necklace belonged to the Empress Alexandra,
but it wasn't made for her.
- Because it was much older. - How much older?
- Centuries. - Look...
Look, this is fish - ichthys.
But when you turn it, what does it remind you of?
A head of a lance.
Not just any lance, but the Lance of Longinus.
Do you know the story about Saint Longinus?
Of course.
Longinus was a Roman legionary who put Christ out of his agony
on Golgotha by stabbing him with the lance,
after which blood and water gushed out from the wound.
That's right.
It was enough for some people to believe
that the lance holds an enormous power.
Because it killed not only Christ the man,
but Christ the Lord.
And what does the necklace have to do with it?
The necklace and the lance always go together.
There are many stories about the lance, and many lances,
But the most convincing one is about Emperor Constantine,
the founder of Byzantium.
His mother, Empress Helena, as the legend goes,
found the cross on which Christ was crucified.
She brought to Constantinople the three wedges
with which Christ was crucified.
The first was built into the crown,
the second into the head of a lance, and the third was melted.
One part of it was used to forge the blade of a sword,
and the other to make a necklace.
Constantine didn't go anywhere without the three sacred items:
the lance, the sword and the crown.
Empress Helen wore the necklace
which protected her and the empire.
And any other ruler who owned it,
was protected by God.
Okay, but what do the Russians have to do with all that?
Russia is the successor to Byzantium,
in historical, religious, and mystical sense.
After the fall of Constantinople,
the items were sent to Moscow and stayed with the Imperial family
until the October Revolution when they disappeared without a trace.
And you think the lance is now here in Belgrade?
It's possible that the Russians brought the treasure when they fled.
That would explain the murders.
Yes, but... Who does the killings?
People. Obsessed with the lust for power.
And in their obsession, they search for the relics,
that are the symbols of power.
And who are they?
The ones who start wars,
sign peace treaties,
overthrow governments,
install new regimes.
They live and act in the shadows.
Because from the shadows of our science, lurks magic.
Barbarism is hidden behind the shadow of law.
Idolatry is hidden behind the shadow of culture.
Cruelty awaits behind the shadow of humanism.
And in that darkness, there's a hand that wants to grab that lance...
and get the power.
But before that, it has to dip it in blood.
I'm certain that Avram belongs...
to one such occult organisation.
I don't know which one, but judging by the necklace,
these people...
these people are looking for the Lance of Longinus.