Clean that up, c'mon. Go, go!
Inspector, I'll eat my heart out.
Had we been here yesterday, we'd have kicked their asses!
Looks like they knew you wouldn't.
- Have you heard about Milisav? - Yes.
C'mon, move that thing away from here!
You, come on!
Congratulations for what you did yesterday.
They screwed us over. Brilliantly.
- So, what are you going to do? - What can I do?
The orders are here, launch the raids across the south.
Ten incidents at the same time, and Macedonians attack the prison.
We all know that Monk controls the Macedonians. It's all clear.
It is, and I'd like to catch him more than anything else.
That scumbag. But it's over, forget about it.
Do something else: go fishing, chase women...
Why fight again?
Out of spite.
Then do it on your own. Don't count on gendarmes.
BLACK SUN EPISODE 8
VILLAGE OF BUKOVO, MACEDONIA
KINGDOM OF SERBS, CROATS, AND SLOVENES
- And? - Nothing.
Not a gram?
Don't!
Sergeant, shall I deal to you too?
We need the third for the game.
Are you taking a piss? You bandit scum!
I am an honest trader. Look for your bandits in the forest.
We are poor, here in Bukovo.
And as a wise man said:
When the times are bad, even God pisses at the poor.
And that's what you, lot, are doing. But we're used to it.
Poor, right?
We'll be seeing more of you, poor man!
- Gather your men and let's go! - Come on, gendarmes!
- Looks like we're out the woods. - Yeah, it's gone. C'mon, deal.
You sent Djolovich to that shithole, and you haven't found anything.
Just 2-3 kg of narcotics?
They're real rascals, you know. They weren't born yesterday.
- And I was? - What?
Don't give me that!
Of course you weren't born yesterday.
Yeah, you may wish you weren't born at all.
I'm sorry, general,
but I have to tell you this. If we don't close our deal,
really soon, we may all wish we weren't born at all.
If you don't find me the terrorists
responsible for the bloodshed in the city centre,
I will hang you by the balls in front of Glavnyacha prison.
When you cut off the snake's head, it continues to wriggle,
but it is actually harmless.
Are you really a fool or you're just pretending?
You see, the politicians are the snake's head of those terrorists.
Once we cut off that head,
we can leave the thieves and smugglers to wallow for a while.
Granted, we'll need some time
to take over their business, but we'll handle them easily.
With no political backing, they'll be an easy prey.
I want that Hadzi Arsov and his deranged sister!
- It was them I had in mind. - Go talk to Djolovich
and don't come back to me until you're done.
Hold on once second.
Have you ever fired a gun in your life?
I can't do business with someone who has never fired a shot.
Rajko!
What's the point?
Who's going to inherit this tavern?
Sonny, we're closed. Come by later.
Okay.
We don't have kids, you don't have kids.
Somebody will take it, eventually. Don't worry.
Well, we've been talking, Milja and I...
In fact, we've been thinking about it for some time now.
We want to adopt an orphan.
To have someone to love. And to remember us after we're gone.
What do you think?
I say I'd make a good uncle.
Well, let's drink to that! I must go.
You know that Milja doesn't want to see me with your exes.
You could have died.
It wasn't like that. Have a seat.
I can't do this anymore.
When I saw the newspaper...
I'll leave him.
I want to be with you. The little time we have left.
He will give me the kids, he cannot take care of them alone.
Everything will be over in a month or two.
Do you love me, Sonya?
Or do you love what we used to be?
Before all the hardships.
This is my colleague Stanko. This is Sonya.
- Nice to meet you. - You too.
- I have to go. See you soon. - Okay.
Reiss called.
He has returned from Vienna and wants to meet us.
- Alright. - What's wrong with you?
I blew it.
I blew it really bad. I'll admit everything.
Admit what?
BRUSSELS, BELGIUM
I hope you will rest now, Peter Nikolayevich.
I hope so, too.
This is Sasha Sorokin.
Hello, Sasha.
He will be our son from now on.
You wanted to tell me something, brother.
This will demand more sacrifices,
but I'm not sure we can handle it at the moment.
You're not here to be sure, you're here to lead us.
I think Mr. Mirich won't agree.
We shouldn't trust him.
That man saved your brother's life.
How can you be so naive, Kyro?
These people don't do anything if they can't profit from it.
Mr. Mirich kept all his promises.
As a trader, I trust him completely.
Kyro, this is not trade. This is war!
What an exciting day, Master Kyro.
Maybe a bit too exciting for me.
I hope you're happy with the accommodation.
I arranged everything for your departure from Belgrade.
We're not going anywhere.
- I beg your pardon? - We're not going anywhere.
Who are you? Who is this man?
I'm the reason we're all here.
Well, you're damn wrong. I'm the reason we're all here.
We have some unfinished business in Belgrade,
and we need your help.
Look, boy. I made a deal with Master Kyro,
as one businessman to another.
- I've got nothing to do with you. - That business is finished.
This is a revolution now, and I'm taking over.
Revolution, you say? Really?
Master Kyro, is that true? Is this man talking in your name?
He is.
Alright. Go on.
Okay, revolutionary, let me hear you.
Listen kiddo...
You're not for whores.
They are honest working women with sad life stories,
and you'll try to help them, 'cause you're a fool, just like me.
Okay, don't lecture me now. Are you going to help me or not?
You don't need my help.
If you hadn't killed the bastard by accident,
I'd have killed him on purpose.
He's from that Tailor's gang. They beat me up that night.
You did a favour to me, to the whores,
and to the public safety in Belgrade.
This is a serious thing!
It is. Stavra was killed over a hundred.
When I come to the crime scene tomorrow,
I'll conclude that it was an act of an unknown assailant.
And you'll forget about all this, go home and get some rest.
Just don't forget the meeting with Reiss at the “Little Barrel”.
Hello.
Don't you dare support him!
So, whom should I thank for this honour?
I don't understand.
I've been a lawyer of Miss Davidovich for years,
and it's only now that you grace me with this meeting.
I'm sure she told you I disapprove defiance that may harm her company?
And that defiance must have been my fault, right?
Certainly, you've encouraged her
in that and other, private shenanigans.
Uncle Taki.
I've nothing to do with her private shenanigans.
And Miss Davidovich has obviously accepted your advice.
You're right, I shouldn't pry.
Let's get back to business.
Uncle Taki, if you wanted to convince us to give up, it's in vain.
On the contrary. I am authorised to inform you...
that you've probably won.
Your business partners and rivals are in debt to their eyeballs,
and they have nothing to give,
except the shares in our bank.
The loan shark is not interested in the bank.
He still keeps his money under the mattress.
So he wants me to fill up his mattress?
Exactly.
For a small fee of 10% of share value,
you will buy out all of them, and the bank will be yours.
- Sounds acceptable. - It is.
We're here to discuss the tactics with your lawyer.
- We'll negotiate together. - No, he'll do it alone.
- It's one of the conditions. - Whose, if I may ask?
Mine, for example.
Otherwise, there won't be any negotiations.
It's Alimpiye Mirich.
You had some unpleasant conversations with him.
And I wouldn't like you to hurt the bastard's feelings
as it may cause the deal to fail.
- As for Alimpiye Mirich... - You're not going in without me.
So, you'd like to assassinate my king?
Exactly.
Look, boy,
this country may not be perfect,
and neither is its ruler, His Royal Majesty King Alexander
the Unifier, the Avenger of Kosovo.
But it's ours.
And I'm a patriot who found his place in that kingdom.
It's pretty clear why you didn't.
- Didn't what? - Found your place.
But since you're asking me so nicely
to help you blow my ruler into bits,
I feel a patriotic call to find you a place..
Six feet under.
Look at me!
I should kill you all like dogs and bury you in a field.
But as I said, besides being a patriot,
I'm also a businessman. And, you see...
Those two personalities struggle inside me.
Sometimes a patriot wins, sometimes a trader.
This time you were lucky,
the trader won.
I'm ready to help you in your suicidal venture.
But it'll cost you.
So, can I count on you?
You see,
such delicate job requires
a little bit of time and advice from your organisation.
I suggest that someone should come to me.
- Can I do it? - That's not a good idea,
because you're a wanted criminal. Your sister would be better.
No way.
Dame, the man is right. Be reasonable.
Yovana stays here!
I'll go.
Excellent. I'll send a car for you.
I propose a toast.
Master Kyro, that revolutionary of yours is insane,
and I don't know what a man like you is doing with such a lunatic,
but that's your thing.
Business and revolution shouldn't mix.
Think about it.
Why didn't we kill them right away?
I want to fuck that Macedonian whore.
Look how nice this is.
What are we going to do tomorrow?
Shall we go to the water?
Are you insane, Tsveta?
Do you know how far the Black Sea is?
What sea? I meant the river.
And the Black Sea is not black at all.
Tsveta, I'd like to see it.
I've never seen the Black Sea.
- It's far, you said it yourself. - So what?
We could die on the way there.
I could die any minute.
We were hungry... Have a seat and eat something.
I'll go get some wine from the cellar.
Grandpa...
do you know who I am?
Don't talk to me like that.
I'm sorry.
I killed a man.
And I hid the body.
Smart.
It's better than to go to prison because of some fool.
How do you know he was a fool?
What if I made a mistake?
I didn't know that man and I don't care.
Maybe you made a mistake, maybe you didn't,
but you're mine.
My Stanko.
TOPONICA, mental asylum, SERBIA
KINGDOM OF SERBS, CROATS, AND SLOVENES
Thank you.
Tell me about that kingdom of yours.
It's a place of clarity...
and tranquillity...
a distant, promised land.
Once upon a time,
people were perfect creatures.
Imagine that, perfect people
in a perfect world.
With no hatred, no lies... No death.
Some would call it paradise,
but I like to call it Thule,
- as our ancestors did. - Whose ancestors?
Our ancestors, the supreme race.
Gods. They were gods...
until they got sick, like I did.
From the worst disease in the world.
Do you know the name of that illness?
No.
Compassion... Compassion.
You think that compassion is a disease?
The worst.
Your Majesty,
do these gods exist today?
No, but we could have them again.
Because all...
white people... are descendants of gods,
but not all of them...
can become gods.
You and I, we know that,
but others have to be enlightened,
They have to be reminded,
ennobled with the relics
soaked in blood of our ancestors!
I can't, I can't, I'm sorry, I can't.
It's all right, Your Majesty.
- It's not. - It is.
I can't repeat this anymore.
Just one more thing.
Why is your kingdom so different from ours?
It is illuminated
by a big black sun.
- How was Vienna, doctor? - Useful.
And to make it more useful, I had to go to Munich.
The silent partner in Arseniye Davidovich’s bank is Andreas Hahn,
a powerful and dangerous man
and a leader of dangerous and powerful,
crazy organisation "Thule".
They established a cell in Belgrade.
Thule?
It's an old Germanic crackpot that's been around for ages.
It appears, disappears and then appears again.
It's been spreading for ten years now.
It's very dangerous for me and you.
What does that mean?
That we should let them kill people?
No. Try to stop them here for a while.
And remember, cutting off heads is their traditional ritual.
The sign that your lunatic drew,
it's their most important symbol, the black sun.
Here you are.
Professor, what about the lance?
That's your strongest and the most dangerous card.
It is central to their magic,
and they believe you have the original.
And if you ask me, originality aside,
it should disappear as soon as possible.
Pletikosich, Tanasiyevich, cheers!
We still need you, professor.
There aren't that many Serbs that still need me.
Try to solve this on your own, you don't need “Thule” here.
I'll try to deal with those scum in their own territory.
Write to me in Switzerland if you need anything.
The meat was excellent.
Thanks, Mr. Reiss. Heard that, huh?
Here are the keys, here's the tavern. Drink till you drop dead.
I can't stay any longer. I have a home and a wife!
Why didn't I drown in the Sava?!
Tane...
how are we going to do this on our own?
We'll fuck them, alright.
Nobody admitted you in Paris, you say?
Nobody. Not in the government, nor in the General Staff.
They sent me to some Kouchner from the Red Cross.
But he was also talking nonsense.
And in London?
Not even a doorman admitted me there.
Sasha,
bring us more cognac.
We are not like French, who only take a sip.
Peter Nikolayevich, you shouldn't drink at all.
He's been unwell since he came back. It's hard for him to breathe.
Men are talking here.
Thank you, Sasha.
You too came to screw me around?
Have a seat.
Captain, you know I've got nothing to do with that.
Maybe.
You've never been our friend,
so you have no reason to be our enemy.
- On the contrary. - What, you're my friend now?
Curb the enthusiasm.
But now that your friends betrayed you,
I offer cooperation.
Some Monk is taking over your business,
and some scumbags are killing people all over the city.
My guess is, those scumbags have what you're looking for.
How would you know what I'm looking for?
- That's my job. - So?
I can bet that Monk and the scumbags
work with your former friends, who appear to be my bosses.
- Can you prove it? - No.
Captain...
I have no other ally in this fight but you.
- You're asking for my help? - Yes.
And you expect me to believe you?
I'm a policeman and it's my job to return the stolen property.
My job ends there.
Listen to me, policeman.
When you finish your job,
and return what was stolen from me,
we can talk.
Until then,
you can have a moonshine vodka
because you closed my club.
I really am asking for your help.
I really said what I had to say.
Screw your vodka.
I would say good afternoon, but it's not good.
That's what you get when you complain about the work.
When I'm done with everyone, I can just lie next to them.
Stanko, we have another severed head.
- I know, I heard, Milisav. - No, no, the other one.
Jane Doe. They brought her this morning.
Found in a sack by the river. Same as with Violet, Nevena Milisav.
She has been drugged.
But this time, the murderer has left a signature.
This is Mara.
What is it, what are you staring at?
Mr. Inspector!
Girls, where's that piece of shit named Stavra?
He's gone, hasn't he, Gezim?
Where is that prick?
Many pricks around here, which one do you want?
That Tailor, whatever you call him?
Tell him...
to get a new suit and a grave.
He's next.
Boss Antonio, give us some beans.
What the fuck are you doing?
I've got something to tell you.
They killed so many people.
But why her?
And why is she marked?
Take it easy, have something to drink.
Now that I know you like whores, I respect you even more.
No, no, Stanko, take it easy! Calm down, please!
Stop it, calm down! It's okay!
Look at this kid! You're getting dear to me.
Stanko, you obviously can't work.
Come back when you calm down, please.
No, no, it's fine.
It's okay, I'm fine. I'm sorry, doctor.
- Easy, easy. - What else is there?
The doctor and I noticed something odd.
Maybe it's nothing, but it is odd.
Mara and all other victims
had a high dosage of laudanum in their blood.
But so did Avram when he killed himself.
Avram? Yes.
How?
I read his medical record. There are some strange things there.
Dr. Avakumovich prescribing laudanum as a tranquilliser.
Laudanum is an opium derivative.
It causes hallucinations.
A little strange choice of medication.
Avakumovich.
But it doesn't have to mean anything. He's a known psychiatrist.
A well-known psychiatrist just because he studied in Vienna?
- He studied in Vienna? - Yes.
Doctor, I like you more and more, too.
Boyana, take care of Mara, of everything...
- Sure. - I'll pay for everything.
It's alright.
- Goodbye. - Stanko?
Stanko, you can't go like that!
You have a crush on him now?
Now that he confronted you, I'm head over heels.
You don't have a chance, he likes whores.
Luckily, somebody killed my rival.
- This one's good. - That white is even better.
What is this?
A quince.
If this is quince, I'm a strawberry.
You're taking a piss, bro...
My dad picked them and distilled them. With his own hands.
He should have used his skills with your mom...
Look how you turned out.
I am going to fuck him myself now.
Mothefucker! Where is he?!
Give him to me! Where's that copper?!
Give him to me! Where is he?!
I'll fuck him until he drops dead!
What are you looking at?! Did you let him in here?!
You're just boozing, you don't give a fuck!
What else are we to do in a tavern?
That's why that copper walks in here whenever he wants.
As if he's got nine lives!
I thought I had him, but no. He came back from the dead!
And he's playing his little game!
Threatening Stavra, and others.
Did Stavra show up?
Where is that piece of shit?
He ate two plates of beans and left!
He left you this, though.
What is that?
He said you shouldn't open it, and give it to your boss.
Open it!
Stavra's hat.
He says you're next.
You let the cops play here,
you're good-for-nothing.
Piss off! Motherfuckers!
Drop dead!
Drop dead, you fuckers!
Fuckers!
Kid, you're taking over the women!
- Okay, boss. - We'll move when it gets dark.
Get me something to eat. I'm starving.
Get to work.
Please, let's go to bed.
You go, I'll be right up.
Petya!
Go, I tell you.
Sasha!
White Army, black baron,
they're preparing the emperor's throne.
But from tundra to the British seas,
Red Army is the best there is.
But... from tundra... to the... British seas,
Red Army...
is the best there is.
Do you know...
what was your father's last wish?
Maybe not to kill him?
He died an honourable officer,
- he killed himself. - Unlike you.
Well, you're helping me. Thank you.
He...
wanted to be buried in a brotherly orthodox country.
I want the same.
I understand. I'll convey your wish, baron.
You take the stairs, you come with me.
Thank you.
Miss, I must apologize for breaking the promise,
but it is your fault.
If someone tells you that you're not invited,
you shouldn't come.
- You know these people? - Stay out of it!
You didn't understand me, Miss. We don't need you.
We need the prosecutor.
You just step out of the car.
- Get the fuck out! - Come on.
Yordan, take her inside and be gentle.
Tie her up, she can bite.
The prosecutor shouldn't be alone and sad back there.
Keep him company.
- I'm sorry... - Wait, wait...
Inspector Pletikosich is here.
Pletikosich? Well, let him in.
Please, come in
I know you.
You're that young and handsome inspector from the papers, right?
- Yes. - Have a seat.
Thank you.
How did you realise that the murderer is that poor Avram?
I knew he was a fool, but to cut off heads...
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- Is your husband at home? - No.
He visits patients all day, and obviously the whole night,
- while I'm getting bored. - That's a pity.
That I'm bored?
No, I meant that he's out.
I need his opinion on a case.
Do not worry. He'll gladly help you.
He just can't say “no”. Would you like some coffee?
- Kata! - I'm in a hurry.
Inspector, I have to brag before my girlfriends
that I met the brave inspector. I'll be right back.
Cognac before coffee. Here you are.
Thanks.
Are you married?
- No, I'm not. - My God, what're you waiting for?
- Very interesting painting. - Yes.
But it's not signed.
It's a gift from my husband's most important patient –
- Prince Djordje. - He gave you that painting?
- Yes. He painted it himself. - He did?
- Yes. Isn't he talented? - Indeed.
A very nice man, by the way... But, very sick.
The Black Sun.
How did you know?
That's how he named his painting.
I guess the sun is his darkened mind that still shines.
I really have to go now. Thank you and goodbye.
What about the coffee?
What do you want from me?
Where did they take Voyin?
If you think he has the necklace, you're wrong.
Shut up, woman! What necklace?
What do you want from me?!
- What do you want from me?! - I want you to be quiet,
so I don't have to shut you up with my dick!
You, disgusting pig!
Don't get me started, bitch! Rich women are my weak spot.
Aw, c'mon, hero,
let me see how you do it!
How can a man be nice when he's constantly getting provoked?
How? Tell me how?
Stop, Tane! Stop!
- How did you know I was here? - I didn't. C'mon, quick!
- What about Voyin? Please! - They've either cut his head off,
or are going to demand a ransom. There's nothing we can do.
Mr. Djukich! Mr. Djukich!
I hope you understand
you're not in a position to hide the truth from us.
Please answer the Obermeister's questions.
I understand.
You have something we lay claim to.
I haven't got anything anymore.
No? Then who has it?
Some necklace is with General Vrangel.
He asked me to give it to him.
Yes. And?
I haven't seen the rest.
How do you know it exists?
Vrangel asked for it.
Where was the necklace when it got to you?
In an enclosure.
There's no need to torture him any further,
he said everything he knew.
I swear, that's all I know!
I swear!
Mr. Djukich, calm down.
Everything will be over quickly.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name...