All language subtitles for SENKEN~1-eng

After the October Revolution
and the Russian civil war,

the defeated Imperial army,
led by General Vrangel,

together with more than
100.000 refugees,

found a new home in the Kingdom
of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes.

15.000 Cossacks operated
as an independent military force.

They answered only to general Vrangel
and the king Alexander.

1921. The Port of Herceg-Novi
Montenegro, Kingdom of SCS

The last remnants
of a once great nation...

and a once great army...

Russia lives thanks to those
who died for her...

And continues to live...

thanks to those who live for her.

Do not despair, Duke...

God willing, we will take
the offensive again next spring.

General, your hope is vain.
We have lost.

Accept it.

Yes... You surely accepted it.

While we bled for Russia,
you've been organizing balls,

drank champagne,
and humped maids in the corners.

You lost that war, not me!

It's my army. Mine!

It may be small in numbers,

but all of them will give
their lives for Russia!

General! The Don Army Corps
and the Kuban Corps have set ashore.

Morale is good. The cargo
is delivered. We're awaiting orders.

And what about the imperial safe?

It's in the captain's cabin.
Here's the key.

Two men are guarding it
round-the-clock.

The brotherly Serbian army

will accommodate our corps
in their barracks.

King Alexander has promised

all possible assistance and support.

Gentlemen, this is our home now.

SEVEN YEARS LATER

Easy with the morphine.
-Knock it off.

I'm not your husband anymore.

God doesn't recognize divorce.
You're still my husband.

Perhaps before God,
but before your current husband...

If you don't like it,
I can stop coming.

You know me...
I only do what I don't like.

See you next week?
-Don't forget to lock the door.

1928. BELGRADE, SERBIA

KINGDOM OF SERBS,
CROATS AND SLOVENES

Kolubara? Kajmakcalan?

Belgrade.

Belgrade.

Black Sun

What are you doing?
That's sacred!

Don't touch it!

Dear Lord...
Is that you?

Where's the jack? Go on, play.

No luck tonight. Come on, play.

Good morning.
Sorry to interrupt you.

You did interrupt just
when I started winning.

What do you want?
-I beg your pardon?

Beg your mum.
What brings you here so early?

Milisav, answer the phone!

I have to report to
the Crime Police Department.

Robberies are down the hall,
murders second door to the left.

You didn't understand...
I was sent by the Technical Police.

Milisav, would you please
answer that phone!

They told me to come
here at 6 o'clock...

Police Department.

Anyway, I came a bit
earlier, and I haven't...

I haven't introduced myself...

When?

Inspector Stanko Pletikosich,
Technical Police.

Reporting for duty.

Like I always say, valuable people
got killed in the war.

Technical police, you said?
-Yes, I graduated in Lausanne...

A murder at the Russian church.

Good luck on your first case.

C'mon, leave that brandy and move.
-Find inspector Tanasiyevich.

Inspector Tanasiyevich?
Where is his office?

We're closed.
-Good morning.

It's closing time, man.
Get out.

I'm looking for insp. Tanasiyevich.

He's not here.
I'll pass your message.

Now, get out!
-Just a second...

Ah, you're one of us!
Sorry, I was just protecting him.

Lots of jerks out there.
-It's alright.

There he is, at that table.
Get him out of here, please.

But be careful though...

Are you Andra Tanasiyevich?

Usually I'm the one asking questions.

I'm Stanko Pletikosich,
your new colleague.

Well, have a seat, dear colleague.

And have a drink.
On me.

Now that's money well spent.

I'm listening.
-There's been a murder.

Name?

Stanko Pletikosich, Tech. Police.

The victim's name, for Christ's sake!

Strange times... People used
to kill each other at homes,

or in the dark alleys.
Properly, with an axe.

And nowadays? At the church!
No wonder country is in shit.

We've sinned against God,
that's why.

He started first.
We just fought back.

Stop blaspheming.

He saved your life twice.

Well that was one hell of a favour.

Milisav, start the car!

Wait, I'm coming with you!

Good morning, Mr. Prosecutor.
This is your schedule.

The minister will be here at noon.
-Okay.

Mister Djukich,
here's the court's decision.

Already?

Congratulations, Stoyan.
Great job.

I'm doing my best here...
-Okay, here's the plan.

Mr. Djukich, Colonel Djolovich
is waiting for you.

Let him!
I waited for them my whole life.

Retype this in three copies,
before I leave.

Be ready,
we'll leave after the meeting.

Here you go.
-Thank you.

Colonel Djolovich!

I'm awake. Just resting my eyes.
Speak up...

Djolovich, I advise you to
take this meeting very seriously.

Last time I slept
was seven years ago.

Djukich, the IMRO killed
a senator in Skopje.

Just like that.

I hope you have a good reason
for bringing me here.

A Russian priest was murdered
in his church last night.

Really? You really think
you know something I don't?

We know the police
won't find the killer.

Vrangel's Cossacks will take
justice into their own hands.

We should demobilize them
before they get the revenge.

That's not your job.

My job is law enforcement!

And the Cossacks have been
walking around for years,

armed and in uniforms.
The police can't even stop them.

Talk to General Zhivkovich.
He has to revoke their immunity.

I work for the Security service.

You're the state prosecutor.

As far as I remember, your tasks
were clearly defined:

Macedonian separatists and opium.

Nobody mentions our
heroism from the Great War,

they see us as smugglers
and opium dealers.

Sure they do, when Russians and
Macedonians are selling opium here.

Deal with them,
leave Russians to us.

Gen. Zhivkovich is on it.
You can't solve everything overnight.

Your chair is uncomfortable.
Be careful not to lose it.

The police will find the killer.
The investigation is ongoing.

Had we arrived on time, people
wouldn't be stepping on evidence now.

What have we got here, Zhivoyin?

See for yourself, inspector.

"Greetings from Tatko"

Nice greeting, indeed...

Boshko Tatich -Tatko.

Wasn't that the case
you've been taken from?

That's right. Who's on it now?

Inspector Tomich.
-Damn it...

Excuse me...
Could you please write this down?

The wounds were clearly inflicted
in the heat of the moment.

There are six wounds.

Four were inflicted before death,

and two after.

Please, do not touch anything
before I get the prints. Thank you.

Oh, now I get it.
You're a Reissboy!

Yes, I had a privilege
to graduate from

Dr. Archibald Reiss' police school.

And I earned a PhD
in forensics in Lausanne.

And forgot your Serbian.

Write this down:
Six stab wounds to the chest.

Weapon was not recovered.

The autopsy will reveal the rest.

You forgot the greetings from Tatko.

Did I ask you something?

Cover that body
and wait for pathologists.

Would you like me
to get you a drink too?

I can see you're grumpy
when you're sober.

What did he just say?
-I don't know.

Inspector, should I let them in?

As if you could stop them.

Colonel, the morning service
has been cancelled.

Here lies our brother.

Dead.
Murdered.

What do you have to tell me?
What happened?

What did your brother,
an honest priest,

have to do with the late
Boshko Tatich, aka "Tatko"?

None.
I don't even know who that is.

Really?

You don't know who Tatko is,

but you claim the priest
had nothing to do with him.

Was there something in the altar?

Why, you found something?

No, no. Just asking.

I noticed it's broken, so I wondered
if it wasn't another act of revenge.

Colonel?

Tell them to take
their men out of here,

and let us take over
the investigation on our land.

This is my land, young man.
Only the church is yours.

When will you finish
the crime scene investigation?

I can't tell...
It would probably go faster,

if some dubious characters weren't
messing with my investigation.

Bukovo village, Macedonia,
Kingdom of Yugoslavia

Trnavatz, who's the new boss
that replaced Tatko?

I don't know. Nobody saw him.

That's scary.
-Scary, indeed.

Damn, this is good...

From Tikvesh. Non-baptized.

And the goods? Were they baptised?

No. We had a funeral.

What was it this time?
Tuberculosis.

Again?
Think of something else, Jesus.

What do you want, to tell the police
that your grandma died from syphilis?

Hold this for me.
Say hi to Kyro for me.

Hey, kid, come here!

"Trial date set for the IMRO terrorist
Damyan Hadgy Arsov"

I'd like to send a telegram, please.
-Yes.

Your suit is ready.
Come to try it. Alyosha.

Address?

OGPU Headquarters Moscow, USSR

Your suit is ready.
Come to try it. Alyosha.

Comrade Menzhinsky.
I'm reporting for duty.

Major, comrade Berzin recommended you.

He praised you...

but I'm not sure that sending you
to Belgrade is the right solution.

The Thessaloniki process,

the Black Hand,

King Karadjordjevich is offering
a reward for your head.

The whole Balkans know...
who is Mustapha Golubich.

They may arrest me,
I might even die,

but surely not before
I finish my assignment.

These are the reports
from our agents in Belgrade.

Here are the details of your mission.

Burn after reading.

Get him out!

Put him here!

Is it here?
-Huh?

Is it here!?
-Yes.

Put him back.

No, please...

Stavra, Yordan, Dobrivoye,
here's what we're gonna do, look...

It's too crowded.
Get in the car. Back up!

I won't be long.

Kosa?
Leave us.

But why?

Feel free to join us.

Kosa.

We did it. We blocked them.

Tailor shop.
-Did you finish the job?

That rich girl entertains prosecutors,
maybe I should pay her a visit.

No, not yet.
-Okay.

Squeeze that photographer.
-I will.

Poor man.
He's not even stiff yet.

Well, you can start
while he's still soft.

I'm not sure.
Babich will get mad.

Don't worry about him.
God knows where he is. Go ahead.

If you insist.

And what's the name
of our new mate?

Stanko Pletikosich.
Inspector Stanko Pletikosich.

She meant the dead mate.

Oh, him. Anton Nizhinsky,
64 years old, clergyman.

Thanks. I'm Boyana Antich,
an intern for Dr. Babich.

Pleased to meet you.
-Me too.

Don't bother remembering his name.
He'll quit in couple of days.

Or he'll get stabbed for that coat.

Isn't that right, Austrian boy?

Lausanne is in Switzerland.
-You don't say.

Please don't get killed.
I'd have to strip you like this.

In that case,
I would be my pleasure to die.

Don't joke about that.
Stripping is the hardest part.

Like removing the last bits.
-Who told you to touch the customer?

Where the heck have you been?
You're always saying there's no work,

and when I bring some you're gone.
-Where's the coffee, the sweets?

Am I supposed to work
on an empty stomach?

What have we got here?

A Russian priest killed at the church.
And greetings from Tatko.

Remember Tatich?

How could I forget him?
I cut him like veal.

They took you off that case, right?

When I started
suspecting the Russians.

Excuse me, if I could just ask you...

You know what I'm thinking?
Tatko's men had a reason to retaliate.

With Tatko,
the Russians killed their business.

I'd say their business is blooming.

Still taking some?

Few times a week,
so I can fuck longer.

But now, you have
Macedonian stuff on every corner.

And it's top quality.

That means someone
has taken over the business.

Excuse me, let me ask you something.
You are professor Babich?

Who the hell is this guy?
-It doesn't matter...

I'm Stanko Pletikosich.
Your younger colleague.

It is an honour to meet you.

I used to quote some
of your early papers.

There you go.

Thanks. Now sit down and write.

Stab wounds inflicted
in the heat of passion.

First to the stomach, others randomly,

less forcefully, probably in a panic.

No self-defence wounds, meaning
the priest was a true Christian.

Or maybe he knew the killer?

Death occurred between five
and five and a half hours ago.

End of report.

Shame on you!
Have you forgotten your manners?

We apologise for getting you
out of bed, Nikolay Petrovich.

I don't have much time,
so I will keep it short.

Who built the altar in our church?

I need names, addresses,
everything you have on them!

Why did you drag me
over here like a sack?

Father Anton was brutally murdered.
Last night, at the church.

Dear God.

Everyone who knew
what was in the altar

is in this room right now.

We are under oath.

But you're not, Mister Krasnov.

Have you mentioned it
in front of some worker?

You think I would reveal
where the last reminder

and hope of our fallen empire is?

Better look for the traitor
amongst yourselves, gentlemen!

What are you up to, and what sort
of scum are you working with?

If your dirty business
killed father Anton,

General Vrangel will know of it.

Vrangel will know of it anyway.
I will tell him.

Give me the names
of all the masons, iconographers,

and craftsmen who built the church.
Now!

Fyodor, you will replace
me while I'm gone.

You'll know what to do.

The most important thing
is to find the murderer.

When you do,
you'll know where the treasure is.

We have to find him
before the police does.

That inspector is not one of us.

We have enough of our
men in the police.

They know very well
they should inform us first.

Brothers, wish me good luck.

God bless you,
Vasiliy Petrovich.

Find the thief, whatever it takes.

How long will it take to Brussels?
-One day.

You have one day.

Closer. A bit closer!

LENINZ'S HILL VILLAGE USSR

Smile for our comrade Alyosha.

Excuse me...
May I ask one more question?

What exactly did the doctor
mean by Macedonian stuff?

What's the most famous
product from southern Serbia?

I guess you don't mean paprika.

Poppy? Opium?

Tatko used to sell it in Belgrade.

Until he crossed the Russians.
They sell Turkish opium.

But don't say that in front
of the Commissioner.

Why would the Macedonians kill
a priest because of opium?

I don't know.
Stop talking now, would you?

Sveta

Inspector,
the commissioner is waiting for you.

I heard you got the Russian priest!
Can't get them off your back, huh?

I need the report from the raid
on the docks. Tatko's gang.

What for, man?
It's opium, smuggling!

Just a peek.

Tane, I brought you coffee.

You're the only one
taking care of me.

God bless you, Tane.
He really likes Auntie Ruzha,

unlike some other people.
They don't even look at me.

I'm your new colleague
Stanko Pletikosich, Technical police.

Pleased to meet you.
This department is awful.

I ran away into
smuggling and fraud.

So this is your office.

What's next,
we go after Tatko's gang?

I suppose this desk is unoccupied.

Lazo, give me the key.

Inspector, it was just
six pounds of oil! Let us go!

Officer! That one's dead!
He coughed blood for two weeks!

So what?
-What do you mean?!

Get him the hell outta here!

You think he'll rise from the dead?
Back off!

Inspector, let me ask you something.
Is he some cousin of yours?

Milisav, give me those keys.

And go fuck yourself.

Understood.

You moron,
they'll shoot you like a dog.

They declared you a terrorist,

an enemy of the King and the country!

Bloody hell.

I may have a solution.
But you'll have to cooperate.

But you'll have to cooperate.

Don't you know me, Tane?
-How can I help you

if you don't want to help yourself?

If you cooperate,
I could talk to some people.

Some of us didn't forget
what you did in the war.

And how would that cooperation
with your policemen look like?

A priest was killed in
the Russian church this morning.

The message said:
"Greetings from Tatko".

So? What do I have to do with him?

Don't tell me you think
I'm a drug mule?

Cut the crap. Tatko worked
with some of countrymen...

Ah, you think I'm a rat?

If the Russians find them before I do,
you'll be sorry you didn't rat.

And when they do find them,
they'll regret being born.

The way things are, I'll probably
regret saving your life, Tane.

We had enough time to regret that.

Both of us.

Look at us, Tane.
Two dead men. Empty shells.

That fucking Dostoyevsky
is making you depressed.

You got what you wanted,
my friend, didn't you?

The folk with three
names got their country.

And what about us?

Are we Serbs? Croats? Slovenes?

We're not!
Where's our country, Tane?

Don't give me your political tirades!

Tell me what you want.

I want a lantern and a clean blanket.

And I want a bath.

Is that it?
-No.

I want a lawyer.
One that will visit me here

so we can prepare a defence strategy.

Write down his name: Ante Pavelich.

Good.

I won't use
that information if I fail.

You have my word.

Andra Tanasiyevich,
a man of his word.

Listen to me. I don't have time
for you and that slut.

You're gonna get those pictures
one way or the other,

or I'll have your balls cut off.
Got it?

Please, don't.

Too late! You should've whined
when you were getting stock on tick

and selling those faggot pictures
in two different places.

You should've organised
an auction while at it!

Give him some!

Look here...

I'll forgive your debts.

When you bring me the pictures.
And maybe give you an extra treat.

Who's in, kids?
Wanna blow his arse?

No boss, he's not my type.

Oh you have a type?
-Sima will do it.

I don't like them toothless.

Boss, I'll arrange a gangbang
with our gypsies.

Deal. I like that.

Now it's us who blocked them.

They just need to unblock us.

Easier said than done.
-Leave that to me.

I told you not to do
anything on your own.

Don't mess with General Zhivkovich.
-Why?

I know he doesn't like women,
but I thought I should try...

Even the King dances to his tune.

The King?
-The King...

Are you mad,
he'll be here any second.

I can't live without you.

Who told you to touch this?

It was too messy, I had to tidy up.

Who are you to tidy up my desk?
Who the fuck raised you?

I'd get mad if my parents were alive,
but they were killed in the Great war.

I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

How am I gonna find my stuff now...

Here you go, Tane.
The entire case file.

Inspector, I've arranged all
the files in this cabinet.

Tomich, tell me what's not in here.

Who succeeded Tatko?

Nobody knows who he is,
all we know is that he took over.

And has more stock than ever.
-So I've heard.

Apparently, the raid was for nothing.

Maybe that new boss ordered
the priest's murder?

As a retaliation.

And who is Basyl Trnavatz?

How do you know about him?
-Come on, speak.

Tane please, tell me anything
you have on Tatko's gang.

I've been chasing them for months.
-Chasing where?

Well... I'm chasing the information.
I heard they're in Yataghan slum.

So you know where they are,
but you don't dare going there.

I never have enough officers!
And I can't handle that scum.

What about Dobrivoye?

He's just a thug.
Trnavac is important.

He's the link with Macedonians.

And probably the one
bringing in the goods.

Inspector, the commissioner told
me to bring you and the kid over.

If you refuse I'll have to arrest you.

It's been ringing all day!

Everyone's been
sitting on my back!

The Russians, our people, ministers,
officials, every bastard out there.

Who killed the priest, why they
killed him, is Tatko involved?

The whole city has
went mad over this.

I don't know where my head's at.
-As if you ever did.

How funny.

If Tatko's men are after the Russians,
there will be blood.

Find the killer.
-I will.

But I need you to do this first.

What is it?

That wartime buddy of yours again?

Not just my friend,
but a war hero.

If the Macedonians did it,
he'll give me everything.

Let's give him what he wants.

I'll have to ask the prosecutor.

He wants Ante Pavelich
to be his lawyer.

That's not gonna work.

I'm off to the Little Barrell
for some beans.

Hold on, wait. I'll let you know.
What do you think about the kid?

He's sort of useless
but I've had worse.

Where did you get this?

It doesn't matter, love.

What matters is that
I'm a different man now.

A wealthy man.
We can be together now.

You know that's not possible.

Anything is possible.

I have everything planned out.

We'll live in Paris.

And when we get settled,
my parents will come over.

I'll wear it tomorrow
and think of you.

No, never!
You should never wear it here!

I'm sorry, forgive me, forgive me...

You know people are inquisitive...

They'll notice and start
asking questions.

Alright, I'll take it off.

You'll wear it in Paris.

He's back. Go away, go! Faster!
-Hide it!

He's back. Go away, go! Faster!
-Hide it!

Violet, are you there?

Are you sleeping?

How long would I wait?
-That we never know.

Djukich, come here.

What's so urgent?

It's about the murder
of that Russian priest.

I'm completely lost.

And you want me to solve
it for you, huh?

Hit me, Michko.

That terrorist in Glavnyacha prison...

Haji Arsov, right?

He can give us some
useful information.

That murder has to be
solved right away.

The last thing I need is
a conflict with the Russians.

What the fuck does
he want in return?

He's set for trial.
He wants his own lawyer.

A lawyer?
-Ante Pavelich.

Interesting.

Alright.

Approved.
-Approved?

Neven!

What happened?

C'mon, get in.

Tzveta, take this to Papi right away.

You're early this morning, Boss.

When he starts whining,
tell him it's over.

The war with the shareholders
will continue.

Maya, is this...?
-Yes, they won't take another cent.

Finally!
-Come on. Get it.

Who disfigured you like that

Was it opium again?

Tell me how much money you need.

I don't need money.
I need the negatives.

You offered my negatives to someone?

I had no choice, Maya.

I gave you pure gold for those
photos, you sick prick!

Maya, they kicked the crap
out of me, look at me...

How much money do they
need to forget about you,

about the negatives
and that they've ever heard of them?

May your soul be cursed
if you trick me.

I don't have a soul anymore.
I told them you have them.

Get out.

Maya...
-I don't ever want to see you again.

I just wanted...
-To the other side, dumbhead

Hell, Violet. How are you?
-Hi there.

Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends.
Being a benefactor today...

is considered a sacred act.

Thanks to one man,
an entire wing of our hospital

has been renovated

and, we got a large
donation of medicines

from his own factory.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Alimpiye Mirich.

Thank you, Dr. Avakumovich.

Like the great
John Rockefeller once said:

"If you're doing the right thing,

let the right people know about it".

And here you are.

I thought long and hard
to choose the right words

for the opening of this hospital,

but it all comes down to:

May you never need it.

That said, I officially
declare the hospital open.

Congratulations!

My love, you were so cute!
And who's that bumpkin?

Mr. Voyin Djukich.
-The new state prosecutor!

I heard you're doing a great job.
-Let's just say I care about justice.

No wonder I met you at
general Zhivkovich's,

The Security service is well-known
for its sense of justice.

Voyin Djukich's wife, Violeta.

And my dear Krista.

My ladies, I've heard of your
benevolent dispositions,

but your beauty was kept secret!

You think only ugly women are kind?

Mrs. Avakumovich,
you are even smarter!

Violet, you look radiant.

That necklace is wonderful.
-Thanks.

Oh please,
I nearly went blind by looking at it.

May I take a look?
-Of course.

So, Voyin,
how much did it cost you?

He'll know when he gets the check.
I bought it myself.

And where did you buy it?

I don't remember.
In an antique shop.

Congratulations.
-It's a precious piece.

Maya! Here's Maya.

I knew you'd be late.
-Good afternoon, everyone.

Aren't you freezing
in that tiny dress?

I'd rather take it off,
but that would be inappropriate.

No one would notice the difference.

Let me introduce you.

Mr. Alimpiye Mirich.
Maya Davidovich.

Pleased to meet you.
-Likewise.

Mr. Alimpiye is our
most generous donor.

After you, of course.

You should come to the costume
ball at the Officer's club.

Don't bother searching for a costume,
this will do it.

Thank you, I will give
your regards to my tailor.

Unfortunately,
I have to decline your invitation.

I've got some urgent
matters to sort out.

Don't get angry, sir.

Maya really cares about clothing.

Her costumes are always the best.

Well, I really have to get going.
Doctor, will you escort me?

Yes, certainly.

Hope I'll see you again.

Alone.

Let's go have a drink.

Maybe I should be original too?

Inspector, Commissioner
Dimitriyevich asks for you.

I'm coming.

Inspector, Commissioner
Dimitriyevich asks for you.

Does he ever do anything else?

Have you told him about
the commissioner?

Yes.

I spent all day yesterday trying
to fix that thing for you,

and you're coming
to work at this hour?

Take this!

Your mate got his lawyer.

Well done!
Don't fuck him over now.

Don't you fuck it up now.
Question him and find the killer.

Take this to my desk

and ask Ruzha to clean my hat.

Where are we going?
-To Yataghan slum.

Ever been there?
-No.

You can't go like that.
Wipe those shoes please.

How many bullets do you have?

I don't even have a gun yet.

Oh, fuck.

Stop gawking around.
Eyes ahead.

Hey, inspector!
-Afternoon, ladies...

Who's the kid?
D'he bring his prick?

I brought it for him.
-Come over here, handsome!

C'mon, I'll show you my
thing for a fiver!

Over here,
I'll give you mine for three!

Ay, inspector!

Come grab some broth!

How are you, Gezym?

Where've you been?

You disappeared
like a loaf of bread!

Thought you left the force.

I'd leave it, but it won't leave me.

Who's the clown?

My cousin.
From the countryside.

A cousin?
-No, no, excuse me, I'm a...

A cousin.

Remember his face.
Watch over him when he comes here.

I will.

Where've you been, Maudlin?
Still have that French moonshine?

Nope. Our distillery burnt down.

But for you,
we'll get the original.

Damn, Gezym, buy some fish.
Can't make a fish broth from potatoes.

You're a cop,
but a damn good man too.

I always tell my men:
Them coppers are all assholes,

but sometimes an honest
guy pops up.

What's up, Nishky?
-Tryin' to cope with administration.

What else do you cope with?
-With the scum, man.

But you coppers
will handle that one day...

When you realise there's more
to Belgrade's than the city centre.

Yeah, file a complaint.

Why?
You ran out of toilet paper?

Man, this country ain't
ruled by the king,

or the army, or the police,
but by bureaucracy?

Is that true?
-It is.

I wanted to name this place
"Inn Nish",

but they said it was
grammatically incorrect!

I mean, c'mon!?

I have to bribe anyone I run into,

and they still want me
to take up a Belgrade accent?

And who the hell is this guy?

A new colleague.

Really? You coppers
really are taking a piss.

Hey you, what do you want to drink?

What sort of wine do you have?

The red sort and the white sort.

I'll have the red.
And a glass of water. Thank you.

And maybe a watermelon with that?

What are you doing here?

I came to eat.
-Get out!

Nishky!

Here.

Nishky, I need to find Dobrivoye.
Right now.

Police checkpoint, Vranje,
Southern Serbia, SCH Kingdom

Wake up!

What now?
-Time to work.

I'll be right back.

That guy sleeps all the time.

Hold it.

Where to?
-Belgrade.

Basyl Trnavatz?
-That's right.

Who's that, Basyl?

My uncle, aunt and other family.

They all died on the same day?

No no. We unburied the uncle.

Get out of the car.

Did you hear about
the tuberculosis outbreak in Bitola?

People are dying every day.

Are you fucking with us?
-And where are you taking them?

They came to Bitola from Belgrade.
I'm taking them back home.

To give them a proper burial.
-Open it up!

You don't trust me anymore?
-Open up, goddammit!

Let me introduce you to my uncle.

Look how handsome he was.

Women were mad about him.
Such a good-looking' fella he was.

Jesus!
Close that thing...

See, he still has it.
-Get the fuck out of here!

Now, let me show you my aunt.
-We saw enough! Go away!

Move on, dammit!
Move that.

Cheers!

BRUSSELS, BELGIUM

Peter Nikolaevich.

Sorokin arrived from Belgrade.

Send him over.

What is it, Sorokin?

I have bad news, General sir.

Speak.

Our church in Belgrade...

What about it?

It has been robbed.

And...

It has been stolen.

Good afternoon.

I saw that man
mistreating you earlier.

Sorry, I haven't introduced
myself, I'm Stanko.

And I'm a whore, no need to be
polite if you wanna get some.

You a copper? You gonna arrest me?

No, no.
-Then what?

I just wanted to make sure that...
-That what?

That you're fine.

Oh, that.

What's that you're wearing?
Made yourself all pretty, huh?

Hey boy, what do you need?

From you, nothing.

Is that so?
That won't work.

You wanna fuck, give me the money
and ride as long as you want.

What're you looking' at?
-I'm not.

Fuck off to your corner!
-Alright. I'm going!

You're treatin' us like cattle.
-Fuck off, do you hear me?

If you fucked as good as you swore
I'd be a duke by now.

What do you want?

Is this your new girlfriend?
Dammit Dobrivoye, you scared me.

Why are you scarin' the whores?
Come here, do something.

I'm listening.

Take this over to Chubura.

Stanko! Come over here...
-Let me just...

Just listen.
I'm here at this corner every night.

Come over.

So, drop by.

Goodbye.
-Yeah.

You still have a painting
of the ex-king here?

The Obrenovich are my dynasty.
Those Karadjordjevichs are dicks.

Give us some beans
and a bottle of wine!

I know.

Put your hand in your pocket
as if you have a gun and frown.

Where've you been,
my dear Dobrivoye?

Who the hell are you?

I'm the one you'll tell
where Trnavatz is.

I don't know you
and I don't know Trnavatz.

Now, get up
and get the fuck out of here.

Why are you so mad,
my dear Dobrivoye?

Routine police check!
Keep up your work.

Pull him out. Pull him out!

What's the matter?
Russians hate the competition, huh?

You got it wrong.

I work for the police,
you can tell me everything.

Where's Trnavatz?

I didn't hear you.
Where is he, you fucker?!

He can't tell you
with the gun in his mouth.

Are you questioning him
or trying to kill him?

I haven't decided yet.

Thank you. Excellent.

Set the next scene.
What are your impressions?

Voyin?

Well I'm not into ballet,
but it seems very interesting.

Marvellous. Belgrade will be
eternally grateful to you.

We are grateful too.

Will you come
to the premiere with Maya?

We'll see.
-Mrs. Maya.

Angelina, you finished it?

Wonderful. Exactly as I drew it.

It was no bother at all, madam.

Thank you, and... As agreed.

Thank you.

Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Voyin! Good luck! Bye!

It's true that the theatre is
one big brothel.

Mrs. Djukich.
-Good afternoon.

Your costume isn't ready yet.

Throw it away.

Make me the exact
same dress as hers.

But madam, that's an original sketch,
she'll know that I'm...

The same one, please.
Understood?

And I want it done before the ball.

Rakitin...

My husband can come to your
premiere only with me.

Goodbye.

Thank you.
This is important information.

Nobody else knows it.
-I'll give your...

I'll give your regards
to Colonel Sorokin.

Seryozha, bring the men,
we're leaving.

Why, what happened?
-The police have a lead.

What's going on,
why are you questioning me?

I'm in charge here, follow the orders!

Move it!

Alyosha.

Dobrivoye, are you there?

Where the fuck has he gone?

Got to do everything by myself.

Don't close it, Trnavatz.
You may need it.

The cops.
There was nothing I could do.

Good harvest, huh?
-Stick it up your arse.

Now, tell me...
Who avenged Tatko?

Why would we do it?

We were happy when
the Russians killed him.

He was a real scum.

And who killed the Russian priest?

Let's try it like this.
Who succeeded Tatko?

That I can't tell you.

That I can't tell you.
Because I don't know!

Never saw the man.
Nobody did.

Put him in handcuffs.
-Inspector.

I see you're making progress
in the investigation.

Congratulations, captain.
I usually notice when I'm followed.

Here's your merchandise.
The competition has decided to leave.

Thank you, inspector.

But I need these two alive.
I have to question them.

You know very well
that is not possible, inspector.

They don't need to die
over a misunderstanding.

I've seen many deaths.

Very few of them made sense.

The murder of our priest,
at our church...

was not a misunderstanding.

What priest?

I'd never kill a clergyman,
it's bad luck!

Gentlemen, there's been
a little misunderstanding.

We're Belgrade police...
-Hey, hold on! Wait!

Back off, you fool!
They know very well who we are.

The right one or the left one?
-What?

Who killed the priest?
-I don't know!

Who killed the priest?
-I don't know! I swear!

Why would we wanna get
revenge on a Russian priest?

The Monk has forbidden
any act of vengeance.

Who is the Monk?

Our new boss. He replaced Tatko.

There, captain.
You questioned them.

Captain, let's shoot these bastards,
to set an example.

Captain! You're an officer of the
general Vrangel's glorious army.

You know better
than killing civilians.

Alright.

Tell that Monk of yours...

that his life has just got
very complicated.

We don't even know him, man.

We'll make sure
we get to know him.

And you...

Find us Nizhinsky's killer.

Quickly.

Vasiliye, the truck

Go get him stitched.

You're not taking us to prison, huh?

Fucking jerk...

It's me.
-What's so urgent?

That truck of ours...

The Russians got it.

What do you mean?

I don't know, boss.
Someone ratted on us.

I'm taking full responsibility.

Find them.

I will.

Get it done, now.
-Okay.

And come to the monastery.
-Understood.

It was Dobrivoye, boss.
I'm sure of it.

There's no one else.

Mr. Tanasiyevich,
what are we here for?

What's the purpose of police?

What do you think?

I certainly know what's not.

I mean, I know we can't
always play by the book...

Hold on a sec.

Haven't we found that
Tatich's men are not involved?

If we trust their word.

Do you really think the priest
had died because of opium?

Probably not.
-See? We got to go step by step.

You know what, I'll write
a report to the commissioner.

I want to see his response.

Write the report.

And find yourself a new partner.
I won't work with you anymore.

Look at that! You really came.

Well, you told me to.

I did.

When I see you all tidy like
that, I'd give it to you for free.

But I can't.

And do you have...
A room or something?

Depends. Do you have the money?

Yes.
-Just kidding.

Come over here.

Take off that German suit,
don't wanna wrinkle it.

You have a kid?

Did you come here to have a chat
or to have a shag?

Take off your clothes.

Maya!

Madam Maya!

Constantine, put your hat back on.

Maya, your costume is perfect.

I don't know if it's perfect,
but I tried to make it unique.

Don't get mad.

She finally stole
something from me.

Oops! We didn't hear this.

Mister Djukich! Mrs Djukich!

Krista, Krista! Good evening.
-Good evening.

Maya, very original.

Since you decided
to steal my costume,

you should've known that it
should be worn without knickers.

Let us register

Where have you been?

Maya, Maya, did you bring them...
-Go away, please.

Just tell me if you have them,
it's important...

Go away!

Back off, pansy,
or I'll stick it up your arse.

And I know for sure you'd like it!

Just need to ask her.
Maya did you...

Maya, you'll regret this.
-Fuck off.

Mr. Nestorovich...

You're an artist.
Beauty is your thing.

Who do you think will win tonight?

Madam Djukich, without any doubt.

You're a good liar, Avram.

Ask the lady for a dance.

Would you like to dance?

Avram, you know
I have a soft spot for artists...

Would you please
dance with Krista?

We've counted your votes

and we will now pronounce
the best costume.

Lights!

And the winner is...

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