Your mother's last wish was for you to wear her ring.
Where's daddy?
Voyin, you're alive?
Your beloved inspector saved my life.
Was that ring a gift from the silent partner from Vienna?
Don't trust them.
Don't you ever trust them.
Do not trust them.
When are you coming back?
I won't be long.
Do you have any news for me?
Looks like young Sorokin has done his part.
General has been disposed of.
Really? I don't need you to tell me that.
Is that all?
That cop came by again. The captain.
What does he want now?
He says he could deliver the spear.
Is that so?
Check it out.
Dear Lord…
Have mercy on me.
BLACK SUN EPISODE 9
You're a real role-model, aren't you?
He spent the whole night drinking.
A double coffee for him, please.
Inspector Pletikosich?
I'm the one asking questions.
I'm sorry.
At least you didn't kill that bastard for nothing.
I won't stop till we get the son of a bitch who's in charge.
I think you might be wrong.
The Prince may well be mad,
but to work with the Germans... That can't be. No way.
Avram was like that.
One moment he was mad, the next perfectly lucid.
Yet both have painted the Black Sun.
Alright.
Then go to Toponica Asylum and question him.
My friend's son works there.
He'll get you in.
Aren't you coming with me?
I think I've found the Monk.
I'm going to check it out.
- Be careful. - Don't worry.
Wait here and sober up.
I'll send a man to pick you up.
- Prsho, my friend, bye-bye. - Farewell, my friend.
Thank you.
- Tough night, huh? - As usual.
I forgot to tell you that police were looking for you.
- Were they? - Yes.
Inspector who arrested Avram, he came by yesterday.
He probably needed my expert opinion on something?
Constantine?
How long have we been married? Six years?
It may not be that long for you, but it's one fifth of my life.
And I know you.
I know you well enough to see when something's wrong.
I love you despite all our madness.
And though you're not my only one,
I won't let anything happen to you.
Darling, I wouldn't wish any harm on you either.
It already happened.
What happened?
- What are you hiding, tell me?! - What do I have to hide?!
Just tell me the truth. Where do you go in the evenings?
What are you up to? Why are your shirts often blood-stained?
I work with patients.
Some of them are deeply disturbed and can be aggressive.
What is this?!
Where did you get that?
- What is this?! - Give it back.
What is this, Constantine?!
You wouldn't wear a mask at the ball, and look at this here!
- Give it back. - You wear these at night
and you murmur something in Latin.
When I see you in the dark, I get chills down my spine.
Krista.
I'll explain everything.
I'll explain everything, but not today.
- Tell me now. - It's not a good time. I will...
- Tell me now! - I'll explain everything,
when the time comes.
Kata, bring me my coat!
- Where are you going? - I'll let you wonder...
Just like how you leave me wondering where you spend your nights.
Wait. Hold on... Calm down...
I'll tell you everything, but you can't leave now?
Do you understand?
I can't do it now! Do you understand?
- I'm leaving. - No, no. If you leave now...
- Constantine, let me go. - If you leave now, that's it.
I won't be able to help.
- Let me go, Constantine! - I won't be able to help you.
I don't ever want to see you again.
My wife, she just left.
Bring her back, alive.
- Hello. - A letter or a telegram?
If you don't have any cookies, I'll take the telegram.
Yes?
Customer's measurements taken; off to get the suit; won't be long.
Thank you.
You took good care of the young lady.
What was I to do?
You told me to look after her while you were inside.
Did you hear that Djukich has disappeared?
The whole town is looking for him.
Yes, but I haven't heard about a missing lady.
And you're the only one looking for her.
Did you fall in love?
Eh... It's over now.
Lover boy.
Tell me, what's the name of that cop who saved your damsel back then?
Tanasiyevich?
Do you know where he lives? Take me there.
The famous Inspector Tanasiyevich. It is my honour.
I didn't know I was so famous.
Maybe not among the general public,
but for those in the know, you definitely are. Please...
May I ask, are you here on a private matter or to arrest me?
I would say something in between.
Something between a private visit and the arrest?
Yes.
Interesting, indeed. Go on...
I suppose you've heard about the murders in Koshutnyak?
Horrible. Scores of dead bodies.
Including the state prosecutor.
Mr. Djukich was murdered? I thought he was missing.
We have a reason to suspect he was murdered.
Jesus, Tanasiyevich, don't do this. I didn't know him well,
but you have no right to pronounce him dead.
Interesting.
You think he's alive and yet you said you knew him
not that you know him.
You sound like a mystery novel detective.
Just as it is suspected that Mr. Djukich was murdered,
it is also believed that a meeting in a villa in Koshutnyak,
was supposed to be with you, Mr. Mirich.
You suspect this, suspect that... Suspicion after suspicion...
Suspicion is... Are you a philosopher or an inspector?
Do you by any chance know who owns that villa?
I suppose you're suspecting it's me?
We're suspecting that the villa is owned by a Monk.
Now you're implicating the church?
And we also suspect that...
the Monk in question is you...
Mr. Mirich.
The only question now is whether he's the beheader.
Mr. Tanasiyevich...
I'm not a religious man,
but I respect the Church and clergy,
especially monks.
I believe they can do all sorts of things,
but they don't go around severing people's heads.
Maybe.
Maybe that'll be the defence line at your trial
Mr. Tanasiyevich,
do you know what is the Balkans' greatest trouble?
No. But I'd really like to find out.
It's that the people like you, who were blessed with brains,
behave no better than the lowlife scum.
Being a typical Balkan man, I don't mind the lack of manners.
I'm not crossed that a boozing copper thinks it's fine
to talk to the elite as they were drinking buddies.
No, I find it amusing.
But, considering that I'm a man
who wants to turn this backwater into a modern state,
I need to subdue that urge in and around me.
So, you'd like to subdue me too?
No.
I'd just like to remind you that you've overstayed your welcome.
Till next time, Mr. Mirich.
I don't think there is going to be a next time.
Maybe we'll see each other at the church.
Who knows?
Here, I know you liked flowers.
You can't hear me, and it's probably all the same to you,
but it's not all the same to your child.
We'll bring him here so he can see that someone...
loved and cared for his mom. Do you understand?
Oh, please, don't do that at the cemetery.
Sorry.
This is really nice of you.
So that's how you want to play it!
I get the bodyguards, and you take the matter into your own hands.
If I relied on them, I'd be sharing the fate of poor Voyin.
You're not fair.
I wasn't responsible for his safety.
And I knew there were at least two parties looking after you.
Quiet.
How could you know that?
A beauty like you is bound to feel safe.
Who would harm such a pretty lady?
Can you quit your Bosnian charm for a bit?
No, no... It's Herzegovina charm.
Stop, Tane! That's my friend!
It is safe!
Captain Tanasiyevich?
Third battalion, First regiment.
He caught my guy like a chicken.
C'mon, get out.
- Golubich. - Damn!
You say it's safe,
and the Balkans' most dangerous man is at our house.
It doesn't get any safer when the most dangerous is on your side.
Are you on my side, sergeant?
Miss Davidovich is a friend of a friend.
I heard you turned against your masters,
which makes the two us much closer than before.
Comrade Golubich,
I can see you've already made yourself comfortable.
Keep feeling like at home.
The only thing is...
you made friends with those white traitors.
Whoever sided with Vrangel's killers can hardly be my friend.
Golubich, the people you hate more than me,
have teamed up with gangsters and some freaky Germans.
The only ones willing to fight are Vrangel's Russians.
They simply want something that's been stolen from them.
So, whom should I team up with
to get those head-chopping bastards?
My fellow is all alone outside.
Maybe young lady could keep him company.
No need to be jealous!
You're not that interesting anyway.
- Manoylo! - What is it?
- Are you my bodyguard? - Some bodyguard I am...
- Inspector Pletikosich? - Stanko? There.
Inspector Pletikosich?
- Yes. - Stanoyevich.
Inspector Tanasiyevich sent me.
I'm taking you to Toponica. You don't have much time.
- When do we leave? - Right away.
What is it that Vrangel's people are looking for?
You should know that better than me.
Not to mention that it was probably you who stole it.
Tanasiyevich, let's quite the games!
Give me that lance so I can return it to Russia where it belongs.
In return I am going to serve you the head of the scumbag
who has got his fingers in every dirty scheme.
- The Monk? - The Monk.
Well, I can't get the lance...
unless I first get the Monk.
Captain, as easily as I could kill you if I wanted to,
I could take the lance without doing you any favours.
But I get sentimental to a fellow soldier.
And I'm not fond of that scumbag you want to get rid of...
But don't test my patience, bro.
Fair enough, sergeant.
But I'm sure you don't think I have it here, in the house?
I somehow think you do.
But let's say I believe you.
Just like in 1914, it is time to go against the Krauts together,
And once we corner them...
there will be hell.
You could put it like that...
I'll let you know the time and place for the exchange.
- Does that work for you? - It does, sergeant.
- Okay, captain. - Cheers, Mustapha.
Lad, give the lady some space.
Would you like a coffee or tea?
No, thanks.
Are you sure Maya won't be coming today?
Yes. She had an important meeting yesterday.
She left with Mr. Djukich.
Excuse me,
do you have any tranquillising drops?
Yes. I'll bring them.
Mrs. Avakumovich?
Papahagi, I'm sorry to intrude.
Maya is not here, and I don't know what to do.
Go home, Mrs. Avakumovich.
Whatever is tormenting your delicate soul,
you'll feel better after a good night's sleep.
I promise I'll tell Maya you were looking for her,
and she'll visit you as soon as possible.
- All right. - Yes.
Do you want our chauffeur to drive you home?
No, thanks.
But thank you for your kind words.
Maya is very lucky to have you.
Dear God...
The same inscription is on your bank's coat of arms.
Thule Society founded the bank with your father,
and now they are severing people's heads because of this.
You knew about all this and didn't tell me?
Just like how you didn't tell me about general's photos.
I didn't get a chance to tell you, and you won't.
Tane, those pictures have nothing to do with this.
I'm just trying to get my bank back.
But I've only now realised whom I'm up against.
Alimpiye Mirich... Is he a Thule?
He's a criminal, but not a Thule.
Who introduced you to him?
Papahagi.
Alright.
And this is the first time you heard about it?
Tane...
Right.
Are there any other secrets that need to be disclosed?
Why is it locked?
Great, just great!
You said you'd wait for me.
I did.
And?
You wretch...
you've made a bad choice.
And you don't have to wait for me any longer.
We really are off to a good start!
Secrets are revealing themselves.
Goodbye, inspector.
Holy fuck, what is this?
I'm looking for a boy.
The one you got is not enough?
This one is a child. He was taken from mother at birth.
- Was he? - Yes.
And where is he now?
In Queen Natalie's orphanage, but I don't know how to ID him.
The boy has no documents, mother never registered his birth.
- Maybe they changed his name. - Finally, something you don't know!
Oh, but I do!
I know the date when he was admitted,
and I know the date of birth.
But they had five boys that week.
Well, just go there and pick the cutest one.
This is not a joke.
He's the kid of Stanko's murdered friend.
Jesus, Boyana! Are you a doctor or an inspector?
Have you done the autopsy on the mother?
Do you have the report?
Have you listed any marks on the body?
Here's the report.
Colour of eyes, hair, birthmarks, shape of the feet.
See...
Look at the mother, find the son.
That's it! Come here.
Please, don't. You're too old for me.
Ah, Babich, it's too late...
Still no good news about recent murders...
Police are looking for suspects in abduction of State Prosecutor,
Mr. Voyin Djukich, and disarmed his bodyguards.
Murderer!
Murderer! Murderer!
- Hold on, I beg of you. - What are you begging for?
To hear me out.
Police will hear you out, you bastard!
If it was only my life that's hanging by a thread,
I'd tell you to call them...
Call them.
You're doing all this for me? Are you?
I'm doing this to save your life.
Is that why they didn't kill me?!
If you don't believe me, call the police.
Do it!
Here's the thing,
unless you tell me everything you know right away,
I'm calling the police and we both will face it.
Is that clear?!
Yes, but we have to go to the old house.
Mustapha, are you there?
TOPONICA, PSYCHIATRIC ASYLUM, SERBIA, SCS KINGDOM
Hello?
- Excuse me. - Speak up, Mihail.
Your Highness, someone is here to see you.
I have no appointments.
This is unannounced.
A gentleman from the police wants to talk to you.
Mihail.
Do not worry, this won't take long.
Good afternoon, Your Excellency.
Who are you?
Stanko Pletikosich, Technical Police, Belgrade.
Do you have an ID?
Homicide and Sex Crimes Inspector.
So, what's a sex inspector doing in this God forsaken dump?
I am working on a case with my colleague, Tanasiyevich.
Captain Tanasiyevich?
- Yes. - So...
How can a mad prince...
help the police?
We've had a string of bizarre murders in Belgrade.
Oh, this thing with the severed heads.
I've heard about it.
And what exactly did you hear?
Are you questioning me, lad?
No. I just think you might help me.
I'd really like to know how?
You painted this?
Yes, it is the product of my deranged mind.
The Black Sun.
Just like the one killer drew with his blood, right?
So you reckon, if the mad prince...
is painting the same images,
perhaps the killers want to install him on the throne?
And yet you're not sure if the mad prince
is really that crazy or is he just pretending?
Yes, those are my exact thoughts.
Listen, lad... Have a seat.
Listen, son...
Had Djordje Karadjordjevich really wanted to grab the power...
by severing heads, he'd be the king already.
He wouldn't be waiting for the Krauts
and their servants to provide it for him.
And I've been waiting for so long, for someone to finally see...
what these fucking Nazi bastards are doing in Serbia!
While I'm here, repeating their mantras,
drinking their poisons!
You want to know who's in charge?
- Who's pulling the strings?! - Yes.
But be careful, there's no turning back after this.
Do you know who's in charge?
Doctor.
And who is the doctor?
The physician who is keeping me in this dump
for my corrupt brother
and that faggot Zhivkovich.
And those two morons
have no clue what that German servant
is secretly cooking up for them.
Did it have to be this way?
Did it?! I'd have explained everything to her!
Yes, yes. And then she'd explain it to her lover,
Mustapha Golubich.
You had no clue?
God only knows what Soviets know about you.
Avakumovich, you are the Master of the Order,
please act like one.
Welcome home.
My dear...
This will help you understand who your father was,
and why he did what he did. I beg you to understand.
Though we often disagreed,
everything we did was for you, and your happiness.
Wait, it's not levelled. Do you hear?
BRANDY HELPED NO ONE FOUND THEIR WAY
- You have to level it. - To the left?
- The other side, you dimwit. - But you said left.
Left, right, what the fuck...
What are you yelling for?! Who's looking for me?
Those two, I've never seen them.
Wait there.
My brother-in-arms! What's it with you, huh?
What's up, bro?
Did you set up your tent in the main square?
I decided to visit this fellow of yours.
This is Radovan. Maybe you remember him.
Before the war he was in an army boot camp with Tankosich.
What's the matter with him? He can't talk?
He can't. He's an Albanian.
To what do I owe this honour?
Not to what, but to whom.
To our commander, Duke Tankosich.
He was one of a kind.
He sure was.
- You were there when he died? - I was, so what?
Remember how those Austrian pussies were afraid of him?
Actually, they couldn't believe he was dead,
so they dug him out to make sure.
Then they took a picture and published it in a paper.
And they threw his body to the dogs.
So I've heard.
And have you heard how the Krauts found an unmarked grave?
- No. - Okay, listen...
There is this town, and in it a pharmacist.
The pharmacist took the Krauts to the soldier's grave.
They paid well for his service.
So the pharmacist went to Belgrade after the war
and set up a shop there.
Then he opened another one, and another.
And he became rich.
There were many people like that during the war.
Indeed.
But the photo in the Vienna newspaper wasn't the only one.
No?
That pharmacist...
couldn't resist taking a photo of himself with the dead Duke.
So I thought to myself:
when you couldn't get me a picture of that faggot,
I could give you one.
Radovan...
It really is him. The pharmacist.
What was his name, again...?
Mirich, Alimpiye Mirich.
How do you mean, you don't know?! How dare you!
He killed the state prosecutor and you have nothing!
Could be Macedonians, could be communists!?
Is there anything you do know?! Listen to me...
if you don't find out who's severing people's heads,
your heads will roll. Am I making myself clear?!
What brings you here, my dear doctor?
I have bad news, dear general.
What? Something to do with our protégé?
No, no... That is under control.
Ah, okay. That's the most important thing.
I'm all ears.
It's...
It's about my wife.
She's been gone for several days.
Why did you wait so long to tell me?!
It happened before.
She... How should I put it...
You see, I've been suspecting for quite some time now,
that she's having an affair with this dubious character.
But she always came back.
This time, however, it's like she vanished into thin air.
Here's an address where I suspect they meet.
I'll issue a search warrant right away.
Do you know anything else about him?
No. How could I?
Although once, in a fit of rage,
she did say some nonsense that he was a communist agent,
that his name was...
Muhammad, no, Mustapha...
Something like that.
But please, general...
- Treat this with utmost discretion. - Of course.
It will be resolved. I'll take care of it.
What a man you used to be before you started drinking.
- Pour me and cut the crap. - The Devil will take you.
He took me a long time ago.
Hey there, inspector!
I've been looking for you all night.
- You want me to fuck you, too? - Hey, watch your mouth!
Playing hard to get, eh?
The boss wants you in the slum.
He's your boss, not mine.
He is my boss.
And he has ordered me to get you there.
Instead of me arresting the commies, the commies are arresting me.
- We live in extraordinary times. - Let's go.
BRANDY HELPED NO ONE FOUND THEIR WAY
Hold it! Play "The Drina March" for my captain.
Hands down! Right away. Hands down!
Or I'll become the law and order here!
I know it's too early for kisses,
but until we do what has to be done,
I want you to be like brothers.
Tanasiyevich, come here.
Listen, he'll deliver that scumbag pharmacist on a platter,
but only when you produce the spear.
- Deal? - Deal.
See how easy it is working with me. Come on here.
Why don't you shake hands, and we can have a drink.
When we finish the job,
you'll give me the blade and you're free to go.
I don't remember us having any problems.
The two of us? Never.
Bring that brandy.
Tane, Tane.
The prince is not the head of the "Thule" society.
I told you he wasn't.
You think it's Mirich?
Mirich is the Monk, but he's not the leader of those lunatics.
Of course he's not.
Reiss said it was a man of honour,
and Mirich is just another nouveau riche.
When you're so clever,
why don't you tell me who the leader is?
If it's not the one who painted the Black Sun,
then it is the one who keeps it on the wall in his living room.
Avakumovich?
Prince has told me.
- Prince is mad. - But not stupid.
Think about it, it fits.
We should tell Maya Davidovich.
You think she doesn't know?
Mustapha Golubitch, the Red Bandit, Is The Beheader of Belgrade.
You hired bodyguards, you don't trust the police.
Neither do you.
- Do you trust me? - As a police officer, yes.
But I can't rely on you to take care of me.
I'm sure the love of your life would feel betrayed.
- You called me to tell me that? - No.
I called you because I wanted you to give me that damned spear,
the one you're hiding, while people are getting killed for it.
I lost a man who loved me.
A man who wasn't someone else's.
I've lost many people who were dear to me,
and now the only real friend I had is gone.
And the fearless Inspector Tanasiyevich
doesn't give a damn.
Do you think I would have let people die
because of that stupid thing if I knew whom to give it to?
You still haven't figured out who's the head of the Thule society?
I have...
but unfortunately too late.
Because you wouldn't let me know in time.
You really think I knew this whole time?
You think I'd let Krista die if I knew about this?!
- But you know now? - I do.
How?
Avakumovich should get what he's looking for.
So that these tragedies finally stop.
I should give him the lance after all this?
Not you. I will give it to him.
- Hello. - Hello.
I'm looking for Stanko Pletikosich.
Ouch, who is that?
He told me he lives here. Stanko. Pletikosich.
Look at him!
What a cute little boy!
And so well mannered. He's not nosy.
He doesn't look like you.
Fortunately, he looks like his mother.
Otherwise, I never would have found him.
So, Stanko doesn't live here?
Here, that's Stanko Pletikosich, my grandson.
And this is your wife, right?
Sure it is. I have a great grandson.
- Okay, grandpa, c'mon... - Stanko, meet little Misha.
Misha... Look at him. I'm Stanko.
C'mon, come to grandpa...
We'll have some cookies and sing nursery rhymes...
You know that famous one...
- You found him? - Yes.
He's got a birthmark on his back, just like Mara,
and pronounced earlobe,
he's the spitting image of his mother,
I really don't know how to thank you,
you've done so much for me and for this child.
It's nothing. Well, I should go now...
- Boyana. - Yes?
Please stay.
I mean, if you want...
and if you can.
I'd like you to.
Maya.
No more games, please.
I know everything.
I came to tell you that I agree with your offer for the bank.
Why did we have to wait this long?
Because I wasn't sure who was the right person to talk to.
I'd like to know whether our agreement
implies me joining the order?
That's not your right, Ms. Davidovich.
That's your duty.