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Wait, I'll wake up the pig.

If you've got something to say to him, say it yourself.

I can't deal with his crap anymore.

Maks, you have to come.

You know he won't forgive you if you screw him again.

You're gambling with the future, Maks, both yours and mine.

Maks--

Daddy!

In a minute, love.

Maks!

Did he fall again?

- Is he getting up? - Yes.

- Hey. - You okay?

I'm fine, love.

Maks?

- Are you alive? - Yes.

You can't drive like that.

We'll take a taxi, don't worry.

There's my sleeping beauty.

Let's go.

Bearing in mind the statement by Mr. Horvat and the witnesses,

as well as the statements made by the medical and ballistics experts,

it has not been established beyond reasonable doubt

that Mr. Dinko Horvat is guilty of what he is charged with.

- The prosecution did not prove... - Shame on you!

- ...that the defendant... - Shameful!

Please!

...acted with sufficient intent

and beyond the bounds of self-defense.

A blind man could see he's guilty.

The defense, on the other hand, has convincingly and vividly shown

that this act was a reaction of a man

who defended his home and family.

Really, ma'am, how much does Horvat pay you?

Enough!

The trial was long and exhausting.

Being Dinko Horvat hasn't always been easy,

but even in the darkest moments, I had faith in justice, in the truth,

and above all, in the sacred State of Croatia.

It's not a coincidence that these things are happening

just when Dinko Horvat began renovating the children's hospital.

Who could mind such a fine project,

which is also funded by the EU?

Mr. Horvat, Judge Ladić's son recently bought a flat

in a building your company built. Can you comment--

- Those are the powers of-- - Ask him why he destroyed Mesoprom.

Five hundred people lost their jobs.

- Leave me alone. Eat shit. - Running away?

CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE

Did you know that the Prime Minister and I go way back?

Way back, before we were even born.

Listen up.

My dad.

My dad dated his mom while they were students.

Until she caught him in the shower with her roommate.

She dumped the idiot and married the PM's dad.

You could almost say that you and the Prime Minister are family.

All of us Croats are one big family.

Big family in a small studio apartment of a state.

- Here's to our studio apartment! - Cheers!

- Take it easy, Maks. - Yes, Maks, really.

Listen to your neurologist.

You're driving me home?

- Congratulations. - Thank you, Doctor.

So, this trial, it's done now?

Yes, it's done, over. Everything's clear.

Where did it happen? Here, right?

Yes, right there.

They jumped over the fence and ran at me while shooting.

They broke into my house, you know?

Do you know who sent them?

- Demons. - Demons.

What's funny, Maks?

- Nothing, sorry. - No, what's so funny?

It's not funny.

What demons? You're turning this into a circus.

Stop running away. Say what you want to say.

You killed two innocent men.

What are you talking about? Take it easy, why don't you?

- You're drunk. - I'm not.

You are a bit.

Two poor men from Mlaka.

- They were armed. - They weren't.

- They were. - No!

- They were! The court said so. - The court?

Let's cut the crap.

Those two are dead, and you're entertaining this clown.

- You've crossed the line, son. - I'm not your son.

Stop it already, for fuck's sake!

Let go.

Let go of me.

You get kicked out of the party and you come here.

- How do you know that? - Facebook.

I got at least 20 messages since last night.

There's also a video of the fight.

You're a hero on social media. An influencer.

You're still in real estate?

He messed you up real good.

I wanted to do the same.

- I was drunk. - No.

I know you when you're drunk.

Nina, I need you.

Don't.

We're grownups. You have your life, I have mine.

I've got no one.

Hide this for me.

My office isn't safe anymore.

What's inside?

Something about Horvat?

He'd kill for it.

Thanks for thinking of me.

I was just thinking that I wouldn't mind dying.

Okay. I'll take it.

- Thank you. - Don't.

I don't want this.

You're nothing to me now. Remember that.

Just don't be mad.

I'm not, I'm just saying.

Go now.

Bye.

I did that last night for you.

It's in the news that Horvat wants to sue you.

For the emotional distress you have caused him.

What about me and my emotional distress?

How much does that cost?

Wherever I went today, everyone was talking about this.

Even the fucking pedicurist.

"Mrs. Blanka, was that your husband that was kicked out?"

I almost kicked her in the head.

- Idiot. - Let's cut the crap.

- Those two are dead, and you're... - Switch it off.

- You've crossed the line, son. - I said switch it off!

It's on everything.

All over fucking Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, everywhere!

- You've ruined my life. - You're exaggerating.

What's wrong?

Don't leave.

I'm not leaving you, pumpkin. I'm always there for you.

- Pinky promise? - Pinky promise.

They broke the intercom and the CCTV.

Are you going to take photos or collect fingerprints?

No.

What the fuck am I gonna do with two million prints from these rooms?

Are you at least going to talk to the man who did this?

- Who? Dinko Horvat? - Yes.

Absolutely not.

Where does this go?

- I'll sort it out. - Okay.

- Is Juras my client or yours? - He was yours.

Have you lost your mind?

You insulted him in front of the PM

and the archbishop, he could have forgiven you that.

- You were drunk, it happens. - I wasn't drunk.

- He irritated me. - Okay.

You weren't drunk. He irritated you.

But the fucking box, come on.

You really think you can use it?

I don't know. Maybe, maybe not,

but I like having it, for safety.

Okay.

You're aware that Horvat will never let this go?

- Look what he did. - Yeah, and...

How did he know we kept it in our safe?

And the password?

Fuck you.

Maks, what happened to you?

We're lawyers, working with shitheads is what we do.

- They put the food on our tables. - I know.

But I got sick of it.

I can't do it anymore. Kill me, I just can't.

You can't? What about me?

What about you?

Have you ever once looked at it from my point of view?

What do we do with Pleša?

Go on, everyone, go have some coffee.

Leave everything, just go out.

We spent three years getting Horvat off the hook

and did some things that lawyers, to put it mildly, don't do.

And now you realize you can't take it anymore?

Don't you get it? There's no way out.

We have obligations, bank loans, cars on lease, wives--

- You're full of shit. - I am.

But we have responsibility towards our employees.

- We promised things to our children. - And?

I'm going back to my father's office.

You can stay.

Sleep in here, I don't give a shit.

- Your rent here is covered for this year. - Yours too.

Everything's all paid up at my place too.

Since you're fucking my wife, I expect you to marry her.

It's a decent thing to do.

We should settle that too.

- How long have you known? - From the beginning.

Sorry.

In my own home, in front of my guests and friends,

I was humiliated by someone I had given everything to.

I loved him as my own son.

But okay. I'm ready to forgive everything.

As a good Christian, Dinko Horvat won't take revenge.

- That's amazing. - He needs to publicly apologizes.

Then I'll drop the charges.

Thank you.

- May I? - Yes.

Mr. Pinter.

Hearing the statement by the plaintiff, Mr. Horvat,

I feel ashamed.

Thank God.

I'd like to apologize.

I'd like to apologize

for being a piece of shit for years.

Please, mind your language.

I'd like to apologize for the years I've spent serving a criminal.

Come on, Maks, don't do that.

I'd like to apologize for the years I've spent serving a criminal,

a con-man, a double-murderer.

Don't laugh, you fool.

I won't allow it. Enough!

Who had 26,000 workers on his books and then fired 20,000 of them.

Who destroyed numerous textile mills,

closed steel mills, destroyed dairy and meat industry,

shut down refineries and shipyards,

messed up hotels, trading companies.

- And fucked up entire towns. - Maks, stop it.

I'm ashamed of you too, Your Honor, for praising a murderer.

But not for long. You'll be finished soon enough.

- That's it? - That's it.

You're using cutlery like a pro.

What are you doing here, man?

I can't believe it!

You've bailed me out of here so many times and now you're here.

I learned a lot representing you.

This country really has gone to shit. What happened?

Long story.

Better?

This is a must-have.

What's funny?

You broke the county administrator's nose?

- With monkey pliers. - You're an idiot.

The administrator barely managed to graduate waiter school.

I didn't just break his nose, I totally wrecked him.

I know, but last time you broke some guy's leg.

Violence can't be the only solution.

Sure, there are lots of solutions.

The police, social service,

municipal services, planning authority.

You file a request, and they tell you they'll get back to you in 50 to 60 years.

Those fucking sons of bitches. Let's sit down.

There are things you don't understand.

See that guard over there? The one with the baton?

- Yes. - They are the beginning and the end.

They are the state.

They've been beating me my whole life while saying violence is not the answer.

Really? The fuck it isn't.

The state has a baton, I have a monkey wrench.

Nothing else is there.

- It's not really like that. - But it is.

How did you end up here?

By calling a murderer a murderer.

Fuck that fucking son of a bitch.

Two of my friends from Mlaka are dead because of him.

And the world keeps spinning.

And that's our country.

Pinter, you've got a visit.

I didn't know what to bring.

I mean...

What do you even bring someone in prison?

The usual.

Flowers, coffee, liqueur.

Whatever you'd bring to a nursing home.

How did you know where I live?

I've known since you came back, but I didn't dare visit.

I waited...

I waited for the right moment to sneak back into your panties.

Subtle as usual.

The best place I've ever been to.

Your panties.

If I could, I'd register your panties as my place of residence.

You fool.

I should've followed you to Rome, as I promised.

Should have left everything, and...

And?

If necessary, would your brother-in-law be willing to testify?

I don't know.

Two years ago, you insisted he stays quiet,

now you want him to testify.

The circumstances have changed.

No, the circumstances are the same.

You've changed.

When did you have time to hook up with that Štefančić girl again?

How long have you been fucking her?

Did you fuck her while you were married?

And you have a problem with such matters?

That Italian Ph.D. of hers.

Rumor has it the only person in Rome

she didn't fuck was the Pope.

What do you care?

Horvat didn't like hearing she visited you in jail.

You know he hasn't been himself since his kid died.

And then that psycho dug her claws into him.

She takes him to see shamans.

- Shamans? - Yes, shamans.

Jesus.

Where are you taking me?

Did he send you or was this your brilliant idea?

Give me a break, I want you to hear his offer.

You're such an asshole.

Wait, is that the minister who worked for Horvat?

He'll always work for Horvat.

On the site of the biggest failed project in our history,

Dinko Horvat will build a contemporary children's hospital

for the citizens of Zagreb and Croatia.

You've heard the minister and the EU representative.

The EU will cover 75% of expenses,

and I will take a loan to cover the rest.

The government acts as a guarantor if I fail to pay back the loan.

Wouldn't be the first time.

I can see you aren't laughing, but this was a joke.

Dinko Horvat always pays his debts.

Sandra will show you the rest,

I think she has some gifts for you too.

I, sadly, have to move on. Thank you all, I owe you one.

Where are you guys from?

- From Zavidovići. - Really?

I knew a girl from Zavidovići, Dženana.

She punctured all four tires on my car.

- You must've wronged her. - Don't ask!

- How about a selfie? - Absolutely, of course.

And please, don't tell Dženana you saw me.

Thank you, guys, bye.

On this side is the future Pediatric ward,

which will be dedicated to Mr. Horvat's deceased son Luka.

Look who I brought.

Where've you been, you rascal?

- You've lost weight? - A couple of kilos.

Well done!

Look, we can't be friends,

but we don't have to be enemies.

I could get you some good consulting gigs.

Have you received all the sacraments?

- I've only been baptized. - Too bad.

The archbishop Lozina asked me to find someone

for a good real estate job.

If you want to be a diplomat, I can fix that too.

Not in Paris or London, but Azerbaijan,

Georgia,

Middle East...

If only you could see your face.

Give Grga the video and let's get it over with.

And say hello to that Štefančić girl from me.

She's a good girl, but she can get in her head.

She got you into this mess, right?

She's the reason you've turned against your Dinko?

- No, she isn't. - Don't lie, the devil is a woman.

Be careful, this is a deep hole.

It's over.

See? He doesn't hold a grudge.

Maks!

Maks!

That's why they say that lawyers are pigs.

- Why didn't you tell me you got out? - I needed time to get my act together.

Right. I see you've really done that.

Put some clothes on, I'm taking you to lunch.

I'm not very good company.

I've had worse. Come on.

You get me riled up for a fight with Horvat and then disappear.

That fight might not have been the best idea.

- You're a bit scared? - Not just a bit.

- I'm not afraid of him. - Well, I am.

Did you notice he doesn't have a bodyguard?

He likes to get into fights himself. He likes watching people suffer.

That murder was not in cold blood.

Dinko Horvat enjoyed it, trust me.

What?

I need to change my underwear.

You want me to turn around?

Come on.

No way.

It's smaller than I remember it.

Turn right here.

Then right again. No, wait. That's it.

Slow down.

There it is. And stop here.

Wait.

Take it.

My dad's cabin.

Glasses are in the cabinet.

No one will search for it in here.

Tuđman and his entire government came here

when dad opened the slaughterhouse.

He gave them millions.

And not one of them came to his funeral.

By the way, you're sitting right underneath him.

Here.

He hung himself off this beam, at 4 p.m.,

on 11th May 1994.

He killed himself because of Horvat and you started working for that pig.

I didn't start working for Horvat, but for Grga's old man.

I, a kid from Vrbovac, was employed by the best law office in the country.

The best law office in the country whose biggest client was my dad's murderer.

I didn't know that back then.

You did know he was a bastard.

But your old man didn't?

Leave my dad out of it.

I was just a kid. A law student.

Your old man, Tuđman, and Horvat called the shots.

My dad wasn't by their side to make a profit.

He lost everything.

Why then?

Well, he had to.

If you want something, you have to be part of the gang.

Exactly.

Your old man, I, and many others helped those like Horvat become what they are,

and turn this country into a shithole everyone's leaving.

Many of us were in that gang. No one is innocent.

Once I'm in, I'll go all the way.

Horvat will pay for everything, for my dad, for...

The best law office in the country?

This guy left me because of the best law office in the country.

You're such a fool.

Do you remember all the things you promised that day on that meadow?

Do you?

You ruined my life, you son of a bitch.

I did so many bad things in my life.

Without any regret.

But when I saw you in that courtroom,

I lost my cool.

I was ashamed

because I didn't become the man you wanted me to be.

Fuck me.

What did Grga tell you about me?

- Why do you care? - Go on, I won't be mad.

He said that everyone but the Pope fucked me in Rome, right?

Yeah, well, let me tell you this,

you don't know the late Ratzinger.

Do you know--

Are you okay?

I'm fine. I just need a moment.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

It was much worse last year.

I fainted in the middle of a trial.

I opened my eyes, saw people staring at me.

I was trying to remember who I was, what I was.

And then it struck me, I serve those monsters.

- Did you see a doctor? - Yes.

And?

A neurological thing. Syncope.

I switch off for a moment, they have no idea why.

You shouldn't drink.

I think I've heard that before.

Midlife crisis hit, right?

So, you're a shrink too?

No, but I know everything about that.

Before my ass started sagging, all middle-aged men wanted me.

The fear of death,

dark thoughts,

meaning and meaninglessness,

that starts around 50, right?

That's why you rebelled against Horvat,

to show you still have spirit.

You'd have fared better had you dyed your hair

like the rest of them,

bought a Ferrari,

and found a college student, but here you are.

You're wrong. Your butt is still firm.

No, it's not, don't flatter me--

Fuck.

You're such a scumbag.

- Have you tried this deer carpaccio? - No.

With sea urchin crème. Shall we?

How about roasted beetroot risotto in mango sauce?

Absolutely not.

Oh, tongue. Beef tongue in sage with currant dressing.

- Do you really have to? - Yes.

Hey, Budilica, what's up?

Yes. Tomorrow at ten in my office.

No, I want to talk to you before she arrives.

Talk to you later.

Hello. Hi, I'm Dijana.

Right. I'm Dijana, nice to meet you, from Karla.

- Who is Karla? - Karla Magazine.

- No comment. - Right.

Allegedly, you're ruined and you live with a rich widow now, is that true?

Come on, don't be rude--

Well, you're a public person,

the video of you and Horvat has over 100,000 views and likes on Twitter.

Was the divorce hard for you? Your ex claims you haven't signed--

Enough!

We asked you to leave.

No, okay. Sorry, excuse me.

Did you see her throw my phone?

- Yes, they saw me throw it. - Great.

Why do you have to stick your nose up people's arses?

Who cares what people ate, who fucked whom?

Stop filming! Look at her.

Stop it, what's wrong with you?

Well done, ma'am.

Thank you.

It's okay.

- Sorry. - It's fine.

Mr. Pinter, could you please leave?

We're sorry.

Wait.

Son of a bitch.

But they took nothing.

Horvat doesn't need your earrings.

What are you doing?

My Santini wanted me to carry this.

I mean, you know how rich people are in Italy.

What do you want to do now, shoot?

I don't know. I just have it.

I'd fuck you now,

but I can't move.

Right.

I'll marry you instead.

Do you, Nina...

- Štefančić. - Štefančić.

Štefančić?

Do you Nina Štefančić Mar--

take this fool to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

Great.

Do you, fool, take this rich widow

to be your lawfully wedded wife,

in sickness and in health, till death do you part?

Sure.

- That's it. - That's it.

I now pronounce us man and wife.

You may fuck the bride.

- Thank fuck. - Amen.

And now the first dance.

I'm nauseous.

- Want me to take you to the bathroom? - No.

Want me to take you to the bathroom on honeymoon?

I'm fine.

Look, the priority now

is for those poor people to get their money.

- What about you? - Nothing. Forget about me. Here she is.

Come on in.

This is Marija. She is the workers' representative.

Yes, we've met.

This is Maks.

He's on our side from now on. I've known him for ages.

I know him. These files contain seven years of our struggle with Horvat,

represented by yours truly.

He stole billions, and your friend helped him.

Shut the fuck up, Marija. You have someone better?

He wants to help, what the fuck's your problem? Sit down.

I've been disbarred, but want to help.

- Pro bono. - Means for free.

We want nothing of his for free, we'll pay fair and square.

Dinko Horvat owes Mesoprom employees around 20 years' wages.

Twenty three. Seven years overdue. It's all in the files.

I'll get the money, I don't need the files.

But we'll have to attack Horvat with something more lethal.

Like what?

That's where I need help from all of you from Mlaka.

Will you sit down already?

I will. Jesus.

Listen up.

When I returned from Rome, I was shocked by the poverty here.

I don't know if people got that much poorer or I got wealthier.

Both.

I didn't sleep around in Rome.

I don't care.

Neither do I. I don't care what people think.

I wanted you to know that I didn't sleep around.

- The guys who were killed worked here? - Yes.

Here you go.

See, Mr. Maks,

this what we used to make and export.

Everything we made was shipped to Belgium, to France.

The company was thriving.

And then Horvat came.

The scumbag knows it all.

I know he does, but still.

Let's go through everything one more time.

- I don't want him to get involved again. - Come on, please.

What? We've been suffering all this time because of the accident.

You're alone, but we have our grandchildren.

Who's gonna feed them while our kids are in Ireland?

Anja, honey, go play with your sister.

This is how it happened.

It was a Saturday, we went to the pub,

Miha, Černi and I got a bit tipsy.

Maca got mad and said we couldn't drink anymore if we didn't pay.

Then Černi said we should go get our money from Horvat.

Miha wanted to spray paint "Dinko thief!" on Horvat's house.

and I took my late uncle's camera to upload it to YouTube.

- You were armed? - No.

- I can't, I'm sorry. - Don't, my love, it's okay.

It was then that you got shot?

Why are we going through this again?

Please don't, let him talk.

Why? This guy was here two years ago,

told us to keep quiet, and now he's telling us to start talking.

Honey, by keeping quiet, I screwed myself, Miha, and Černi.

Are you gonna bring them back? Put Horvat in jail?

Give me a break.

We're not stupid.

We have the video and Branko, we stand a good chance in court.

And we'd raise the issue of your salaries.

I'm not buying it, not going to happen.

- Trust me, ma'am. - I don't trust anyone anymore.

Only the Croatian Democratic Union.

I mean, you voted for them?

And again when they appointed Horvat.

You've been voting for them for all these years.

So, you trust them, and you don't trust us?

Easy for you to say.

Yes?

No, no, that one was sold.

Listen to me, there are two in the same location...

I'll send you a photo. Yes.

Show him that, and let me know. Okay?

Okay?

Bye.

Can I see that again?

It was all presented in the courtroom.

Jesus, all this over some spray paint.

Look, the dead guy is holding a gun.

This one too.

What's this?

It's not that simple.

What the fuck do you mean, not that simple?

Horvat always called Grga first.

He trusted him more.

Grga called me, told me to go to Horvat's immediately.

He needed time to sort something out.

I was nearby, I rushed there.

These two were lying in the garden, rain was pouring,

and Horvat was sitting on the stairs in his underwear.

He was holding a rifle in one hand, and punching himself with the other.

I took the rifle, took him inside, had him sit on the couch.

I went back out, Grga was there.

He was crouching next to the body, holding a bag with two guns.

You put guns in dead guys' hands?

Grga did.

Grga, okay. But both of you claimed they were armed in court.

That Horvat shot in self-defense.

You son of a bitch, what kind of a man are you?

You've been lying to me for months, pretending to be righteous.

Eat shit, Maks!

Nina, I'm so ashamed.

As you should be.

I feel horrible.

You have to testify too.

I can't.

- You're scared of jail? - No.

If I decide to testify, I'll do a plea bargain, but...

We don't need my testimony.

Fuck off.

Branko's testimony and the video are enough to lock Horvat up for life.

I never want to see you again.

Hey.

Yes.

I'm coming.

Let me keep some dignity.

I promise, we'll destroy Horvat, even without my testimony.

You shouldn't testify to destroy Horvat,

but to save yourself.

And it's not your dignity you should save,

it's your soul.

Get it, you fool?

Take responsibility for your shit.

I wasn't even 17 when Dinko Horvat

came to our house one afternoon.

In a well-tailored suit,

well-groomed hands,

perfumed, manly, charming.

I've told you my dad was in love with him.

Well...

I was even more so.

I would quiver like a leaf whenever he touched me.

He was my first.

When Dad realized what a scumbag he was,

I still kept secretly seeing him.

The day my dad hung himself,

I was fucking Dinko Horvat in a spa in Daruvar.

Nina, come on.

Don't.

WATCH YOURSELF, YOU WHORE!

Yes?

It's me.

I don't see why we would--

Okay.

We don't know each other,

but from everything Lidija said--

I'm sorry, Lidija?

The hairdresser, she has huge respect for you.

That's why I called you, although Dinko told me not to.

Everything went too far.

It did. Two workers got killed here, for starters.

Your... What is he to you, your boyfriend?

He killed them in cold blood.

You got it wrong. Dinko's being set up for this all.

You have no idea what dark forces are going after Dinko.

And those workers, see...

They were possessed by demons.

We hired a great Bulgarian mystic

to discover the source of the radiation,

who sent the demons.

They also possessed you two. That's why I called you.

For you.

Malachite. To fend off negative energy.

Štefančić.

You look good, haven't changed at all.

Do you know how long we've known each other?

She was a junior in high school.

And she's still exactly the same, as crazy as they come.

Why did you call me?

I didn't. She did.

Don't fuck with me.

Her father was paranoid, too. Everyone conspired against him.

Leave my dad out of this.

Right, sorry. Daddy was a saint.

Come on, Nina, sweetie. We were at war, everyone took what they could.

No one was innocent, including your dad.

What, do you think that the old swindler didn't know?

- Stop it. - He's the one who hooked us up.

He served you up to me to make sure I'd be buying his meat.

To sell meat, daddy gave me some meat.

He couldn't forgive himself,

and so he hung himself.

Fuck you!

You know what I did the last time someone came here with a gun?

That's enough, stop it.

Can't you hear me?

- Boss, just a bit more! - Stop it.

If you don't bring me the video in seven days,

he'll fuck you 'till you bleed.

Let's go.

Will you go to jail again?

- Who told you that? - Mom.

Mom is exaggerating.

Lea's dad was in jail too.

- Who is Lea? - A girl from my class.

Her father was a minister, then he did a bad thing, and went to jail.

What's bothering you, pumpkin?

No one wants to hang out with me and Lea.

I'm sorry, my love.

You'll be proud of me again.

- Pinky promise? - Pinky promise.

Let's go.

M'lady.

Your bag.

Watch your foot.

I wasn't the worst wife in the world?

No.

- All of this? - All of it.

You and the asshole are fine?

Yes.

You?

Come on, Maks. You look like shit.

Doesn't that whore feed you?

Have you heard the rumors?

- That in Rome-- - Only the Pope didn't...

Right.

Can I ask you one thing?

Don't tell Ivana I'm going to jail.

- She's sensitive. - Yes.

Hey, Budilica.

Fuck.

Poisoned.

We can't fight against this.

Find someone else.

Let's go.

I remember it was cold, rain was pouring.

When I took a better look, the guns and everything seemed...

Unconvincing. Fake.

Like a setup.

But there was no time.

Police came and...

They didn't seem to mind.

How come you arrived before the police?

You'll have to ask them.

An accident happened at the construction site of the children's hospital.

A 32-year-old worker, Z.B., from Majdan near Zavidovići died.

Another worker was gravely injured, but his life is not in danger.

The site supervisors didn't give a comment,

but an anonymous source claims that safety at work

was largely ignored.

More to come on this topic.

Wanna see something?

You alright?

No.

Let's go get the camera. I don't want it anymore.

Steer left.

Pull over here, please.

Put these on.

- Take it to the police. - No.

We won't get another chance.

Horvat will pay a lot for this, it will go to the workers.

Take it to the police and let's go to Rome.

I promised. After everything, I can't abandon them.

Why would I give it to the police?

They lose evidence every day.

Trust me, I've made evidence disappear.

Come on, do you need a boost?

Are you insane?

Come on, Černi, let's go back.

Please, let's go home!

Černi, please, let's go home!

Miha, holy fuck!

For fuck's sake!

Wait, I don't get it. Horvat paid him?

No, we did.

We paid him not to testify

and bought the video in case Horvat turned against us.

He had no idea what we had.

- But Grga told him? - Yes.

Yes.

What?

Thank you.

I'm wondering why they're doing it to Dinko Horvat.

The accident at the children's hospital,

the death of that young man,

happened at the crucial moment, just when the State Attorney's Office,

based only on a statement made by a drunkard,

reopened the case against me.

Lords of chaos attack in packs

because they know very well

that if Dinko Horvat falls, Croatia falls too.

He always refers to himself in the third person.

I told him not to talk about himself in the third person.

He said, "Dinko Horvat never talks about himself in the third person."

Asshole's calling.

Hello?

Draško's at one. Okay.

That girl from Bulgaria,

she's totally crazy.

He doesn't go out, doesn't drink, doesn't chase women. Nothing.

- Yesterday he did Sun Salutations and-- - Let's talk.

Sure.

I'm sick of it, I'm gonna give up.

I'll withdraw my statement and give you the fucking video, but...

I don't want to have to worry about myself or Nina anymore.

And stop poisoning people's pigs. That shit has to stop.

Secondly--

Tuna?

- Thank you. - Pepper?

We're good, thank you.

Secondly...

I want Horvat to pay the workers everything he owes them,

23 wages, plus interest, plus legal fees.

- You're their legal advisor? - Yes. I did the numbers.

- That's some expensive advice. - Those were our regular fees.

- That's all? - Yes.

You have until tomorrow at noon. Not a second longer.

- And if Horvat doesn't have the money? - Cut the crap.

You're an idiot,

but if you pull this off...

Wow.

Well done.

I'd do the same,

but it's too late.

Maybe it isn't.

It is, trust me.

Okay.

I'll be waiting with the workers tomorrow in Mlaka.

Get the cash, and I'll withdraw my statement.

- Really, cash? - Cash only.

You know very well, these things...

Cash.

Cash.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm buying you a plane ticket to Rome via Split, tomorrow.

I'll follow you later.

You won't. You'll fool me again.

Just give me some time.

No.

Let's spend what's left of our lives with some better people.

I promised.

You fool.

We don't stand a chance.

No one can destroy that monster.

I'm scared.

You hear me?

I don't want to die.

Don't go.

Please.

- Hello? - I need a taxi, Svačić Square 14.

Just a moment.

Half past twelve. Let's go. Good thing we had your help.

Pinter!

Pinter, are you here?

Pinter!

Pinter!

I'm sorry we're late, it's my fault.

I had to bring this myself.

That's how it's supposed to be done.

I included a bit more, as an apology.

I included a bit more because this is

a load of bullshit.

I knew it. Screw you!

You thought you could blackmail me with some video?

Dinko, I gave you a chance to be human, for once in your life.

You gave me a chance?

Is that what you're saying?

After 20 years of eating my leftovers,

you gave me the chance?

Who do you think you are?

Shitty lawyers, like you and this one here,

are far from unique.

Wanna see how one files a lawsuit?

Here's a lawsuit.

And an appeal.

And a submission and an expert opinion.

For the Constitutional and for the Supreme Court!

Here is the entire shitty legal state!

You really thought I would share my wealth,

which I worked hard for, with these slackers?

Just because of some video you have?

There's not a single judge that can lock Dinko Horvat up.

Not a single one, do you understand? Not one!

It's not even that expensive.

When you buy five judges, you get the sixth one for free.

That's called capitalism.

Communism is over, you fucking fucks,

you can't get paid to do nothing anymore!

This is Croatia!

Someone must work!

There she is.

When there's money around, the whore has to be there.

Thank you for the present, Štefančić.

Maks, let's go.

The party's over.

It's over, I said!

I'll call the police!

Budilica.

Fuck it, man.

This was the only way.

Grga!

You're all insane. You killed a man.

It's over. You're safe.

Let's go.

- Want me to call you a taxi? - I drove us here.

- Can you drive? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Maks.

They'll come looking for him.

Horvat saw the video leaked and fled the country. Wouldn't be the first.

This used to be a great meat factory.

They made great sausages.

We'll keep in touch.