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THE ESCORT

The truck was supposed to come around the corner

and the chickens that were pecking at some crap on the road

were supposed to fly away.

But the chickens would hear the truck and just walk away

so the truck would drive into a chickenless shot.

What was the project?

- What? - The thing with the chickens.

What was the commercial you were shooting?

So, the Canadian director...

The kid used to work for Nike...

He looked about thirteen.

After the tenth take he just broke down in tears.

- Seriously? - I swear to God. He fell to the ground...

- He covered his eyes and wept. - What a pussy.

The agency guys didn't say a word, since he'd worked for Nike.

But time was running out, we were losing a shitload of money.

And in this chaos, there comes my guy Cicko.

- Cicko? - Yeah. And he said...

He said he'd get the chickens to stay until the truck comes close.

Everyone's thinking, look at this crazy Croat...

That's how they see us.

But time was running out and nothing was happening...

And they started asking how he was going to do it.

You can't tie them, the line would show. You can't glue them down either...

Someone could report you.

People are assholes, reporting everything.

But Cicko looked at them and he just said...

He told the idiot director, "I'll hypnotize the chickens."

Are you fucking serious?

That's what they said too. And he made them a bet.

- For money? - "Wanna bet, assholes?"

- They took the bet? - Yeah, all of them.

They put out the money, even the pussy fag director...

Now there's a pile of cash there.

Cicko lined up the chickens and sent the truck back.

And they started shooting.

And it happened.

The chickens were so hypnotized

that two of them got run over and the rest flew away.

Are you fucking with us?

The guy hypnotized the chickens?

- They couldn't believe it. - Are you fucking serious?

How?

You draw a line on the road and you point a chicken's head at it.

It can't help but stare at the line.

They're so retarded that the truck ran two of them over.

How did he get the idea?

No clue. But he hypnotized them.

He could make serious money, like the dog guy...

- Who? - That guy. He could be a...

A chicken whisperer.

Excuse me. Would you like dessert?

We'll have another bottle, sweetheart.

- I'm done. - Oh, nonsense.

We'll have another bottle of wine. And I'll have a whiskey, double.

- That'll be all? - Right.

- And it could be part of a farming show. - Sorry?

I was talking to them. About the chickens...

A part of the show could be all about these animals...

- The chick is hot. - Did you see her ass? Incredible.

Are you getting any?

- Are you asking me? - You bet he is.

Well...

I am, thank God.

You've got regular pussy, or...?

Yeah. It's called a wife.

I know you've got a wife. But do you also have a side piece?

- Just my wife. - Bullshit.

I'm a boring guy. A wife and two kids. The only thing missing is a lab.

I can't stand them because of all the commercials.

- Here. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Can I ask you a hypothetical question? - Sure.

If I got a divorce,

would you marry me?

- Don't be so rude. We apologize. - It's okay.

Rude? It can't be rude if it's hypothetical.

- You're not rude. It's okay. - Thank you.

He's not married, he doesn't get it.

- So, the kid wept, huh? - What an ass on that girl...

What about your assistants? Do you fuck them?

That's a bad idea.

It's risky. The doctors at my work don't fuck their assistants either.

I would.

- What about the hookers? - Well, that...

- I'm not... - Why? Those girls are discreet.

It's just...

Paying for sex, it's not for me.

Man, you're so full of shit.

Since when are you such a prude? Where's my glass?

- Here. - Not that one. The full one.

- Waitress! - Don't yell!

Idiot.

They always put the toilets at the farthest end of the bar.

Have you noticed?

It feels intentional.

Can I get you anything else?

- We'll have three double whiskeys. - Coming right up.

- Is that real? - Yeah, it's real.

I thought it was... a temporary thing.

No, it's a real tattoo.

- Does the number have a meaning? - It's a date of birth.

- It's a birthday? - Correct.

- Yours? - No, not mine.

- Is it a secret? - Paulo Coelho.

August 24, 1947.

"You drown not by falling into a river,

but by staying submerged in it."

- And that's... - Paulo Coelho.

You won't drown if you fall, only if you stay under.

That's right.

- It's true. - It is.

Sorry. Three double whiskeys, you said? Coming right up.

- It was you. - No.

It was!

The insurance commercial?

They won the first prize in Monte Carlo!

The guy just looks like me. It wasn't me.

Bullshit. Go on, say the thing.

- It wasn't me! - Just say the line.

- Which one? - You know.

The line from the commercial.

Guys, just fucking drop it. I said it wasn't me.

Dado is right. You must say the line to prove it.

For two years people have been harassing me...

Say the line!

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

It's him!

Let me kiss you, motherfucker. You're the best.

You're the GOAT. You're the best actor in history.

Monte Carlo's greatest.

But he's not getting any.

- The guy just looks like me. - And he's getting some.

- He gets all the pussy. - And everyone thinks it's you.

And it's true.

Can you believe these cheap fucking chairs?

I'll break my fucking back here!

Did I tell you...

You'll be our actor.

We had teenagers in the last one

but when we do baby food, you'll be in it, baby.

We could shoot it at his property. Google it, it's insane.

- It's still under construction. - He's got a country house.

- For rural tourism. - That's right.

- In a few years we'll be servicing him. - My wife's in charge of it.

She's the mastermind, she's organizing it all.

So you've decided to quit the city?

- The future is rural. - Right.

Here's to the villages.

Help yourself. I've got a ton of the stuff.

- You're standing on my foot. - Oh, that.

I thought the floor was soft.

All right.

Take it easy now. He's rich, but not that rich.

It's from the floor.

You're not going home tonight?

It's a deluge out there.

He couldn't drive me to the door and I got totally drenched.

- You got soaked too? - Yeah.

Awful.

- It's nice here. - Yeah.

Everyone's been staying at Minerva.

They've got a sauna and spa there.

You must be old-fashioned.

- I guess so. - Right.

Have you stayed here before?

I always stay here when I travel for work.

I guess it depends on the person.

I'd want to stay at a different place every time.

A new place.

I'm Maja.

- Miro. - Nice to meet you.

Where can I put this? It's wet, I need a hanger.

Sorry, Maja...

Are you sure you have the right room?

It's room 100, right? Pretty easy to remember.

You're Miro, right? And I'm Maja.

- I know. You said so. - From the agency.

- From the agency? - Are you fucking with me?

No.

From the agency.

- Would you like a drink? - Coke, if you have it.

I don't drink alcohol. At all.

- Are you here for long? - No, I'm going back tomorrow.

To Zagreb?

I'm sorry, I'm stupid.

Oh, no. I have a house 20 kilometers from here.

I plan to run a business out of it someday.

I came to celebrate the completion of a project.

I usually get a room at a hotel. I don't like to drive after...

- After those dinners. - Smart.

It's strange that they didn't build one here too.

- Build what? - A sauna and spa.

- That should be, like... - Standard?

You sure were thirsty.

I'll have a shower now.

Is that okay?

All good?

You're going all in tonight, huh?

- Sorry. Would you like some? - I shouldn't.

You know what...

- I'm not sure I can... - You don't have to do anything.

I know, but...

I just want to...

Don't look me in the eye.

Do you want me to take them off?

- Do you? - All right.

All right?

All right, what?

Take them off.

Take off your panties.

Sorry?

Take off your panties.

Do you like my pussy?

It's pretty.

Baby-like.

Baby-like?

Hairless.

- You don't like it? - No, I do.

I usually like it with some hair, but as you said,

I'm old-fashioned.

Do you want me to put it inside?

Do you?

You must tell me.

Put it in.

- Like this? - No.

Put it in all the way.

Put your finger in your pussy all the way.

Film me.

I want you to film me.

Take your clothes off.

Now jerk off.

I want to watch you jerk off.

Give me your phone.

Lie down on your back.

You've got a beautiful cock.

Really beautiful.

- Spread your legs. - That's usually my line.

I know. Now it's mine.

What's your sign?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Can I have a sip?

- I can't believe you. - Would be a shame to waste it.

Hey...

What do I owe you?

1500 euros.

You should see your face. Just kidding. It's all been paid for.

At the agency they said it's all paid for.

Maja...

Maja.

I gotta take a leak.

Maja!

Maja!

Maja!

Good evening. Please excuse me, I'm the only one working tonight.

Call the ambulance, please. The girl is not moving.

I called from the room but I couldn't get through. Call the ambulance!

- No problem. What's your room number? - 100.

She's not moving. I think she's not breathing either.

- This happened in your room? - Yes, I told you. Room 100.

- The lady felt sick? - I don't know. I was sleeping.

I found her in the bathroom. She's not moving, or breathing.

Sit here and wait while I go see what's going on.

- We should call the ambulance! - Just give me five minutes.

No problem, that's why we're here.

Of course I won't. Me, or Dijana. Sure.

Good night.

It's not good.

I'm afraid she's gone.

Excuse me?

She's dead.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

Are you sure?

Our doorman Davor confirmed it, I'm afraid.

It might have been her heart.

Did you give her CPR?

Did you give her cardiac massage?

Have you called the ambulance?

Homemade brandy. I don't know about you, but I need a shot.

Have you called an ambulance?

No. You haven't.

The young lady is obviously dead.

Yes, but we can't just do nothing. We need to call someone.

The police, an ambulance... Anyone!

- Why? - What do you mean, why?

There's a dead person upstairs. Are we gonna pretend nothing happened?

We should at least call the police!

- Did you hurt her? Hit her? - What?

Of course I didn't! I told you I found her like that.

Not moving, or breathing. Maybe it was her heart, I don't know.

But I know that we need to call someone.

Why?

See? You don't really know why.

It's not like anyone was murdered, right?

Why would we call the police just because some girl died?

She died, right?

- I told you... - Yes. It must have been her heart.

Poor thing.

God knows what they take these days. It's hard to tell what's what nowadays.

The kinds of things I've seen...

There's no point in calling anyone. I'm sure of it. Just drink up.

It's medicine.

- Do you even know her name? - Maja.

Did you pay for her?

No, my friends did...

I meant, did you pay for her room here?

- I didn't, I'm sorry... - Good. No need to apologize.

For future reference, never pay with card for such things, only cash.

You don't want to get a bank statement in a month

and for your wife to start asking questions.

Then you have to come up with lies. You're married?

There you go.

How can I help you? Of course, no problem.

It's at noon, but an hour earlier or later is not a problem.

Thank you. Good night.

Come with me, please.

They're all the same, those girls. They seem nice, but look at this.

Something is seriously wrong with them.

It's not enough for them to be paid by a guy,

they must rob the mini bar too.

Not a single girl among them is normal.

This is Mr. Miroslav Gelo.

- Davor Sostaric. - Miro.

He took care of everything.

- And this girl was among the nicer ones. - Took care of what?

Everything. You don't need to worry.

We'll burn this stuff internally.

- The hotel has its own incinerator. - Internal.

What about her?

Oh, no. No way. It's out of the question.

Please, you need to calm down. Let's just catch our breath.

Please, have a seat.

Look...

She's gone. And that's a fact.

We can call an ambulance, the police, or the media.

But the girl is dead.

It means that all of us here have a problem.

- And you're an actor. - I'm not.

It doesn't matter.

All that matters is that the problem we had is now gone.

We solved it. There, Davor solved it.

Without the police, the media, or anyone else.

- Someone's bound to look for her. - Oh, c'mon.

Those girls run from their pimps all the time.

She ran, she disappeared, she left for Ireland.

We should go now. The staff will soon be here.

You should go to your room. Davor cleaned it up.

Take a shower, have a nap. We can get you a wake-up call.

You can forget this, like it never happened.

It's not like you did anything wrong.

I made your bed better than housekeeping.

- Maybe I should... - Would you like a different room?

Just remain calm.

Far worse things are known to happen.

The kinds of things Davor and I have seen...

One thing though...

If you could give a little something to Davor, for operating expenses.

- One or two hundred. - Of course.

- But I don't have my... - It was on the table, with other things.

I put everything else in your jacket pocket.

Two hundred euros, you said?

- Kunas. Two hundred will do. - Right.

For the operating expenses.

See? Problem solved.

Tomorrow is a new day.

All done? How did it go?

Everyone was happy. Including the Russians.

Russians?

We work for them, they work for the Russians.

- When will they pay you? - They did. They want to collaborate again.

Wonderful.

- You smell good. - It's blue.

- Blue, of course. - We've been painting the chairs blue.

The new guys that he brought in the other day...

Such imbeciles. Where does he find them?

They don't talk at all. Maybe they're really dumb.

What's this smell?

- The hotel shampoo. - Green.

It's something green. Give me your bag.

I called you. Actually, you called me but we got cut off.

I called you back but you didn't pick up.

I guess my phone was off or on silent.

Why did you call me?

- When? - Last night, between 10 and 11.

I was up on the ladder, cleaning the chandelier till midnight.

It's so hard to clean. I think buying it was a mistake.

- I don't know. - What?

- I don't know when I called you. - Could we take it back?

- What? - The chandelier. Exchange it.

- Goddamn it... - What?

- I forgot my phone. - In the car?

- At the hotel. - You keep leaving it places.

Even when you have it on you, you don't pick up.

- You sure it's not in the car? - It's at the hotel.

That sucks.

Can you bring me the folder from the table?

From the table.

The yellow folder.

And a felt-tip pen, please.

It's to your left.

Hello?

This is Darija Gelo.

Yes? All right.

Some retard.

Hello?

- I'm calling the hotel. - Which hotel?

Your hotel, about the phone. Some idiot put me on hold.

- Don't call them. I'll do it. - Now I got hold music too.

Fuck that guy. I'll call them later.

Wait. Hello?

Hello. This is Darija Gelo.

Is this the front desk?

Great. I'm calling about a guest of yours from last night.

Yes. His name is Gelo.

- Well? - What?

Nothing.

I spoke to some girl. A normal person for a change.

- Very helpful and polite. - And?

They found your phone in your room.

They were just about to call. They'll bring it over later.

- They'll bring it here? - Yes.

The girl was really nice.

A hotel employee lives nearby, he'll bring it.

Really?

- The doorman. - What?

Darija.

The hotel doorman lives nearby. He'll bring your phone.

Ma'am...

I'll be right there!

Take this upstairs, please.

They just called to say that they've arrived.

- Who called? - Your mom.

Miraculously, the ferry was on time and they're at the house now.

Borna was throwing up all the way but your mom is against medication, so...

Dora forgot her T-shirt.

She's pissed off, but otherwise everyone's fine.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- You seem pale. - I'm fine.

- Did you eat? - Yes.

Then it must be the booze.

I'll go clean up the table and have a bath, I'm beat.

Alone at last.

Thank God.

Miro! Someone's here.

It's for me.

- Mr. Gelo? - It's me. Thank you.

Thank you.

I didn't hear you come in.

We'll get everything wet.

I thought you liked it like this.

I do.

The Transformer wants to fuck me too.

Wait...

My ears are clogged, I can't hear a thing.

- Whose eggs are these? - What?

- Where did you get the eggs? - Here, in the village. Why?

- They're delicious. - Yeah. They're something else.

You can tell the difference in texture and color.

- They're, like, the realest eggs... - Shut up, you idiot.

Did you hear from the kids?

- The kids? - Yeah.

Who gives a fuck.

What's that?

Whiskey.

- Too early for me. - It's never too early for whiskey.

Is that a proverb?

- Have they decided yet? - No idea.

It all looks the same to me.

- Nature is so overrated. - For fuck's sake...

I think this is it.

We've been walking for half an hour, we're in the middle of nowhere.

- What? - West.

Give me a fucking break. Use a power generator.

I got you a ton of studio lighting, you have all the sunlight you need.

You talk about fucking west. What are you, a boy scout?

Like hell I will. My feet are killing me.

How will I get the crew here? On a fucking ferry?

- A road... - Where?

There's a road around here? Why the fuck didn't you tell me?

Why am I walking through the mud? We could've driven here.

Oh, fuck off, will you? Kid, get over here.

Take me to the fucking road and call the driver.

You guys take pictures, and figure it out. I'm going to the car.

Sweet Jesus...

I'm itching all over.

You don't know how to enjoy yourself. Pass me the flask.

Your guys called this morning.

They called at the company but they wanted to talk to you.

Who?

The guys working for the Russians.

- Berak, and his alkie friend. - What about?

A favor.

- He needs a favor? - No, he owes you a favor.

What favor?

He said they got a ton of work from the Russians, all thanks to you.

The guy was singing your praises.

He loves you to death and is forever in your debt.

He wouldn't shut up, I'm sure he was on something. He really loves you.

- That's all he said? - Yeah.

Welcome.

This is our studio. Make yourselves at home.

Can we get you something to drink?

Coffee?

- Croissants? - We're good.

All right.

This is the list of the girls, with measurements.

This is the agency number.

And this is my private number in case of an emergency.

I insisted that all the girls wear bikinis.

Since your project is all about bodies...

So I thought it would be...

- Is that okay? - Absolutely.

In order of the numbers you've been given.

God is good.

I've been going myself since the age of 16.

My grandpa was a hunter, and my dad too...

All the men in my family.

Here he is. I told you he'd be home soon.

For fuck's sake...

Two guys are here to see you. They said you're expecting them.

Hello.

How about this weather?

I brought the kid, as we've agreed on.

Rajko, this is Mr. Gelo.

Miro, nice to meet you.

When Belc told me about this, I thought it'd be more like...

I never thought you'd work in such conditions, in this mud.

We really shouldn't complain how we have it at the hotel.

I expected a film set.

You know what I mean. Film. But instead...

There's just mud.

It's a commercial.

- Sorry? - We're shooting a commercial, not a film.

Yeah, whatever. But we had better conditions in the army.

This is terrible. Poor people.

Something to drink? Coffee? Juice?

They have juice, from a vending machine.

You had a fall?

- My Mom scratched me. - Sweet Jesus...

- If I got this right, your nephew... - Rajko.

Rajko.

- He'd be okay with any job? - Correct.

He's not very knowledgeable. But he's young, there's time.

He wants to work. He's eager to learn.

So...

And he loves films.

He really does. He watches films all day on his computer.

So, you've got a computer? I bet you play games.

No. Never again.

This is all a bit sudden. And we're in the middle of a project.

But Mr. Belc said you promised to help and I should just bring Rajko in.

Yes. I've spoken to the production team. But, the thing is...

We formed the crew ten days ago.

- We don't have any positions left. - Rajko will do anything. Right?

He loves film.

Belc wouldn't insist on this otherwise.

Right.

All right.

We're done for today, but we start early tomorrow.

You should be here at 5 a.m. Does that work?

- At 5? - Correct.

- As for the pay... - Belc said you discussed it.

- I told him we have a standard contract. - Four euros per hour.

- It's three euros, I believe. - Three or four, same thing.

Okay.

Four it is, then.

Hello?

Yes?

When?

Where?

All right...

Tell Skaricic I'll be there in ten.

It's good the ambulance didn't pick him up.

They would've called the police, that would've been a shit show.

- Is he okay now? - He'll sleep for a few days.

Considering everything he was on, he's lucky to be alive.

He's an animal.

- What about Berak? - The guy he was with?

He's here. He got a few stitches, he had a fall. He's okay.

Let's step out for a smoke.

I quit two years ago.

Has it been that long since I saw you last? Time is a bitch.

I keep quitting myself.

- You look good. - What?

- It was his birthday. - I'm off to save lives.

- Thanks. - It's nothing.

The guy's literally insane. Thank you so much for this.

Imagine if the police got involved. We had some bitches with us too.

And his wife is crazy jealous.

Some of the girls looked underage.

One looked like she was in the fifth grade.

We were about to call you when he collapsed.

I shit my pants. I thought he was done.

- And you? - What?

That.

I ran out to call for an ambulance and I met the waiter.

- He mentioned your guy at the hospital. - Skaricic.

As I turned around, I hit my head on the fish tank.

- Fish tank? - Its edge.

My eyebrow split like a ripe melon.

And the nurse said that...

- She's so hot, right? - I didn't see her, he keeps changing them.

The one who stitched me up. What a piece of ass.

She said I wouldn't have a scar, but actually...

I wouldn't mind having a scar.

- Thank you for this. - It's nothing.

You fucking moron.

- Can I ask you something? - Sure. Do you have a lighter?

I don't smoke. The girl from the hotel...

Which one? From yesterday?

No. The girl you sent to my room.

After our night of drinking.

- We were so wasted. - The girl you sent to my hotel room.

- Which girl? - From the agency.

I've no idea what you're talking about. Oh, here's my lighter.

The hooker from the agency.

The hooker you sent to my room. Don't you remember?

No.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I never sent you a hooker.

Could be just your wishful thinking.

You said you didn't like paying for sex.

Correct.

Then why would I send you a hooker?

Maybe it was just a dream.

Can you give me a lift to my car or should I grab a cab?

- Miro? - Sure, I'll give you a lift.

Tired?

The shitty weather is getting me down.

What do you think of this wine?

- It's okay. - Okay?! You're such a hick.

Fine, floral fruit, old smoke and attic.

It's one of the wines we should have on offer here.

I'm still not sure which one to pick.

The last one was cheaper but I like this one better.

- It's deeper. - Yeah, it's so deep.

I really need to cut my nails. I can't believe I did this.

- Did what? - This. Your neck is all scratched up.

The fucking moron punched him in the face.

- Where are they now? - They're all there.

Stivi lost consciousness, or pretended that he did.

He's pissed off. He wants to call an ambulance and the police.

Sara said he'd only listen to you.

- They say you brought the moron on set. - I just...

- What was he doing? - Getting them coffee, I guess.

We were supposed to start shooting

and Stivi was having coffee that the idiot brought him

and suddenly the moron punched Stivi's lights out.

We go here.

- Thank God. - What's going on here?

Is it true that you brought him on set?

You need to get him out of here and call the police.

- I think he broke my jaw. - It's just a little bruise.

Are you a maxillofacial surgeon? Get away from me.

The guy is a psychopath! He punched me for no reason.

We were just about to roll camera when he punched Stivi in the face.

The last thing we need is getting his face smashed.

Thank you, Sara. How kind of you.

- You're lucky that I'm not suing you too. - Stivi, darling...

- He touched me. - What?

- He touched me. - Wait...

You touched me, you filthy fag!

No faggot actor will be touching me!

I can't believe this!

Who's this man? How dare he accuse me?

I brought him some water and he grabbed my ass and he said...

Something.

You were so hot when you brought me water, I lost my mind.

Did I also tell you I loved you? You motherfucking hick.

Your mother is a fucking hick, you filthy fag!

Mr. Gelo, I'm telling you the truth.

He's a sick man. I'd never make this up.

He grabbed my ass and he started whispering to me.

I'm going to my trailer. I need a cold compress.

Marina, I need a compress! It's urgent!

And get that psycho off the set.

Your mother is a fucking psycho, you filthy fag!

That's enough. Get your things and get out of here.

- Why me? - No discussion.

He should be taken off the set, not me!

I didn't do anything wrong, Mr. Gelo!

Mirko's wife plucked and prepared the bird herself, she just loves Darija.

If she knew her husband was in love with Darija, maybe she wouldn't.

That's because my wife is the only woman Mirko ever went hunting with.

He keeps talking about that.

- How many are in there? - About 20.

It's not their season, so don't flaunt it.

Thank him for me. This is all because of Darija.

She promised our friends quail in brandy sauce...

Un poco dolce.

She's playing MasterChef and I have to get all the stuff.

- She's building the house. - And I'm bumming around?

Been poachin', huh?

Just kidding. I love venison too. Deer meat in particular.

- But it's expensive. - It is.

They serve it at the hotel on special occasions.

They let us ordinary people have some too.

- But rarely. - How did you find me?

Us hotel folks are like the Mafia. We hear and see everything.

They say we're a special sort.

We're trained for every situation. You never know...

You never know what?

What a guest might need.

- You wanted to talk to me? - Yes...

It's about the misunderstanding with Davor's nephew Rajko.

It wasn't a misunderstanding. He punched my leading actor.

He's sick.

- Who, the actor? - No, Rajko.

No one would ever give him a job. He couldn't even finish high school.

- He's sick in the head. - So you sent him to me.

We thought he wouldn't stand out on a film set.

Davor is very upset. He said you don't have to pay Rajko for today.

I don't have to pay him?

Did you hear what I said? Your boy knocked my actor out.

And he's talking about pay?

He's lucky I didn't call the police on him.

- You are too. - What?

You're also lucky we didn't call the police.

You don't wanna call the police for every little thing.

Do you have a lighter?

- I don't smoke. - What about your wife?

- Excuse me? - Maybe there's a lighter in your car.

- What do you want from me? - Nothing.

Give the kid his job back.

- Impossible. - Or pay him compensation.

Compensation?

What's wrong with you people? Compensation...?!

Mr. Gelo, the kid is not well. He's sick.

This only made it worse. His mother is also sick.

In the head.

No wonder, with all she's been through.

And just as Davor and I thought...

Davor and I are good friends. Outside of work too.

Just as we thought things have calmed down,

this happened. And we're back to square one.

What square?

Sick mother? What on earth are you on about?

Are you acting dumb or do you think I'm stupid

because I didn't go to college?

Yes, it's me.

Of course I'll take care of it as I promised.

One hundred percent.

No problem.

Tomorrow, as I promised.

Thank you. Bye.

He wants to play bocce.

He owns a bank in Sevilla but he wants to play bocce.

This is my life 24/7. But I'm not complaining.

God gives each of us our place in the world.

Let's make this simple.

Rajko returns to his job tomorrow like nothing ever happened.

- Let's not argue anymore. - Mr. Belc...

It was unprofessional to take him on without a background check,

and after this incident,

I'd be completely insane to put him back on the job.

Consider the matter closed.

I've had a hard day and my wife is waiting for me.

- Your wife is waiting? - That's right.

Are you getting some kind of a perverted kick out of this?

No, Mr. Gelo. I'm just a regular guy, a common person.

An ordinary man, one of the little people.

If anyone is perverted here, it wouldn't be me.

Oh, please. I think we're done here.

I'm in a hurry.

You can't step on people just because they're not on your level.

Égalité, Mr. Gelo.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

You can't say I didn't warn you.

Can you just stop playing games?

I get what you're trying to do.

I know you're in no position to blackmail me.

It was fun, but now it's over. Goodbye. Okay?

We could've been friends.

- Dr. Skaricic is sorry to bother you. - It's okay.

Sign here, please.

I need your card too, please.

- Here. - Thank you.

Capitalism.

In its purest form.

I'm such an ass.

No phone, no wallet...

All my documents are in my wallet.

- I would've called Berak... - Don't worry about it.

I don't know what they gave me but it's like walking on pillows.

I should get some of the stuff to go.

- How did you like that piece of ass? - The nurse?

No. The one I sent you the other night.

The hooker.

- And that's a real job? - Yes. I've been doing it for five years.

You actually get paid for that?

Yes, she does. Would you like to see the contract too?

And they pay well. It's a Dutch company.

Czech and Dutch. It's called Lovii.

Actually, it's pronounced lov-ee.

And how often do you...

- How often do I test them? - Yes.

Whenever they send them. Every two to three months.

I have to fill out a questionnaire and write a report.

They're terribly detailed.

Do you hear this? She's got a dream job.

- If testing vibrators counts as work. - It's not just vibrators.

Every sex toy that comes on the market, I get to try it out first.

All of them?! I can't fucking believe it.

Iva's been doing it for ages now.

Can I ask you something? If it's not too personal...

Just don't ask about new products. She can't talk about them.

- I'm bound by contract. - She's bound.

That's serious business.

Were there any special requirements when you interviewed for the job?

- He'd like to test toys too. - From behind.

Was there a requirement of you having to be...

- Did they know you were... - A dyke? That's what you're asking?

Where do they advertise for jobs like that?

They don't.

They'd get two million applicants.

Laugh all you want, but the job is not easy.

People give up after three months. Rarely they stay as long as Iva.

- The job is not just... - Masturbation.

Right. You must have experience.

- Those are serious companies. - Right.

Let's not mystify masturbation. We all know how to do it.

You heard Renata. It's not easy and a lot of people give up.

- And it wasn't a requirement. - What?

To be gay.

They asked about it in the application but it wasn't a requirement.

- Yeah. But it helped. - Excuse me?

Wait. Why would it help?

How exactly does it help to be gay? Do you think it helped me?

- Well, you're a vet. - Yes, and?

- Well, okay. - What are you trying to say?

- Can we drop it? - No, I want to know.

I want to talk about vibrators.

Is there something new and really good out there?

- She can't discuss the new models. - What about the older ones?

Vito, did you get any food? I totally forgot you don't eat meat.

Everything was perfect, don't worry.

I remembered you were gluten-free but I forgot...

Does it ever happen that you don't know how to use a toy?

- There's so much stuff out there. - True.

Say more, Ana.

There's bizarre stuff out there.

Once I saw something that looked like a corkscrew

with a three-meter chain.

Where did you see it?

At a sex shop.

You should ask the shop assistant to explain, it's their job.

You ask them and you learn.

Maybe it was really only a corkscrew.

It looked like one, but I don't think it was.

If it was, I'd be the first to know.

- Do you know which company? - I've no idea.

That's too fucking bad.

Are you okay with Iva doing it?

Why wouldn't I be?

I don't know. I find it weird.

Why do you find it weird?

It's sexual and intimate, but she doesn't share it with you.

That's bullshit. What about when David jerks off?

Masturbates.

Are you jealous when David jerks off?

- I'm not sure that he... - You're not sure?

For real. David, tell her.

Can you stay out of people's business for once?

People have their own lives, their own drives.

Would anyone like more cake?

- Are we expecting someone? - The bell is new.

- Who could it be? - Maybe it's one of the workers.

I'll go get it. Let them eat cake.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Good evening.

- You have guests. - We have friends over for dinner.

- Sounds merry. - I thought we were done.

Have there been any new developments?

- Yes. - But it's not that.

We're wondering if you've given our proposal some thought.

Excuse me?

People get angry and say things they don't mean.

- I often say things I don't mean. - We wanted to...

We don't want you to think that there's bad blood between us.

Bad blood? What are you on about?

- I think you know. - Know what?

- I think you know it well. - Easy now.

- Know what? - You're right.

You may not be directly responsible for it, but...

You also kind of are.

You see...

It all started when her husband died.

- Whose husband? - My sister's. He died in the war.

His sister's husband was killed in the war.

Rajko's father.

Rajko wasn't even born yet.

What's that to do with me?

Since then, she's been unwell. She and the kid.

It's a terrible thing to say, but they're both sick.

In the head.

I told you this, and I told you that things were getting better...

- Until the fateful event. - What event?

The event.

The abuse.

Sexual abuse.

And you sent the kid away, like a dog.

Now I get it. That's some impressive deductive reasoning.

Like a dog. Like it was all his fault.

Let me see...

My actor was punched by your nephew whose father died and mother got sick

and he's not too well either,

and somehow it's all my fault.

All that happened to his dad, his mom and him.

- I also started the war. - Twist it all you like,

but it's true.

- And now you're asking for... - Compensation.

Compensation for emotional distress.

And to give the kid his job back. You can give him a different job too.

Where he wouldn't be assaulted. Just give him a job.

It's not a lot of money for a guy like you.

The court would award much more.

I can't give him a job.

- I'm not sure about that. - Wait.

- We can talk about this. - No, we're done talking.

And I think you two made a big mistake

thinking you can talk to me like this.

I can promise you that I won't give him a job

and you won't get a fucking cent from me

for your fucking extortion games.

You're just as guilty as I am for what happened at the hotel.

Now crawl back into the hole you came out of

and never come to my house again!

- Or what? You'll call the cops? - Or I'll call the fucking cops!

I'll get six months' probation for desecrating a corpse.

A corpse?

Are you sure she was dead when you left her?

After all this, I don't give a fuck about her, you, your nephew,

his sick parents, and the war I started!

Now fuck off to hell!

All right.

As you wish.

The war is not over, Mr. Gelo.

This war is not over.

You asked if there were any new developments.

Sorry?

When we came, you asked if there were any new developments.

- Well, there are. - What is it?

Dora fell off the horse.

Dora fell off the horse.

Thank God my sister is there. His mother doesn't believe in doctors.

- It's just a different approach. - Bullshit.

The kid broke her arm.

Different people deal with problems differently. Was it therapeutic riding?

Therapeutic riding? Dora is not a fucking retard.

They have a riding school there.

They used to ride ponies but now they've grown...

They changed their horses and this one was too big.

But it's all taken care of now.

- She's young, her bones will heal fast. - Yeah, I just got scared.

Terrible.

My opinion is that we shouldn't call doctors for every little thing.

- You have too many opinions. - Miro, who was that?

- Who was at the door? - Workers.

Awful.

Come say goodnight, people are leaving.

- What is it? - Nothing. I got worried.

She'll be okay.

When I was a kid, I also broke my arm. Twice.

You're an animal.

She takes after me.

- I hope so. - Come.

Berak wants you to join him at a dinner with the Russians.

- Your phone was off. - It was on silent.

- Which Russians? - Those who got work thanks to you.

Your Russians.

- He sends his love. - Who?

Your boyfriend Berak.

- So I messed up again. - What do you mean?

I shouldn't have sent you the hooker.

What do you mean, you messed up again?

It's a fact that I always fuck up.

- Don't be a drama queen. - The bitch died!

- Don't yell. It wasn't your fault. - It was nobody's fault.

That's what I'm saying. She's dead and that's it.

Now you're yelling.

- I should've called the police. - Fuck that.

Only crazy people call the cops. Are you crazy?

They'll think we're some kind of hicks.

They've been to my house.

That's fucked up.

When he said that thing about Dora...

I thought my heart would stop.

- It sounded serious. - Of course it was serious.

Once they bring your kids into the conversation,

you can't ignore it anymore.

- Do you know where they live? - Who?

The guys from the hotel.

If I knew, I'd go there and kill them myself.

We can find out.

- What? - Where they live.

It shouldn't be a problem to find their addresses.

- And then? - You just go there and...

I have a Glock.

You can't just kill people. You must have a serious talk with them.

We should've called the Russians.

They would've shot them, beheaded and impaled them in a blink.

The Russians...

Right. Who?

I'm not sure.

It could be arranged.

They can't blackmail you for the rest of your life.

- It could go on forever. - Right.

When a hick smells blood...

- You can't smoke here. - Are you the smoking police?

Let them arrest me.

- Does anyone have a lighter? - I don't smoke.

Use a candle.

But they say that it will kill a sailor, so...

I don't give a fuck.

You're so messed up. I can't look at you like that.

Give me one.

I had nothing to do with her death.

They're threatening my kids because of an accident.

You don't do that.

You're a good man, a decent man.

Yes I am.

You don't do that to decent people.

Three more days.

Of what?

The kids are back in three days.

The morons aren't done with the roof. I'm giving them one more day.

Are we out of lemons?

Who's calling you at this time?

I've really had it with their roof works.

I must go. Problems on set.

I didn't know you were shooting.

We're almost there.

You'll see how quickly things can change.

No more arrogance.

We're here.

Court eight.

Here they are.

Look at them, humble as a pie.

Give me one.

What's this?

I told you things could be arranged.

The guy who brought you is my driver, and my helper.

A wonderful man, he came all the way from Zagreb for you.

You need a little help from your friends, and I do too.

He's the software, I'm the hardware. Or vice versa.

Is he dead?

No way.

- Is he? - No.

He's just a little unwell.

They're real assholes, Mr. Gelo.

Here he is.

Mr. Gelo...

Mr. Gelo, please...

Shut up, you cunt.

You'll speak when I tell you to.

- Is that clear? - Please, stop.

- I told him not to speak. - Just stop it, please.

Miro is right.

He'll vomit all over the court, and kids have tennis practice here.

- I think they're both ready. - Yeah.

- Ready for what? - To apologize.

- How about a cold one? - Apologize?

That's why we brought you here. To end this nonsense, right?

- They asked to apologize to you. - To me?

- I never asked for this! - But they did.

They asked us to bring you here so they can apologize and tell you...

What?

That we'll never ask anything of you again.

Never.

- Isn't he smart? - This is not okay.

I didn't ask for this.

The beer isn't cold. Was it even in the fridge?

- Maybe it was put in recently. - Are you listening to me?

Next time check the beer.

I'm just messing with them.

- Next time check it. - All right!

Why is this not okay?

People make mistakes and then they repent.

And then all is good again. The other one will apologize now.

You'll apologize, right?

Look at the mess you made.

He's ready. Let's hear it.

I'm really...

No...

Miro.

Where are you going?

My friend!

I'm sorry for bothering you at work.

We know it's highly unprofessional. We just came to say...

- No need to apologize, please. - We already have.

At that place.

We're here to say two things.

First, consider the whole affair over. You won't be seeing us again.

- We've said that already too. - It's true.

To prove that there's no bad blood, we want to invite you over.

To Davor's place. For the engagement party.

- The kid is getting married. - Who?

- His nephew. - Rajko.

- He used to work for you. - I know Rajko.

- He's completely recovered. - He's getting married in three months.

It's just an engagement party. A small event, friends only.

We came to invite you to the party.

No one will bother you.

All right?

No one will harass you.

People won't know you're the famous actor guy.

Those folks are simple, but kind. They'll be happy to have you over.

Us too. We want you to see that we're normal people.

It's very kind of you to invite me,

but you see how busy we are here and I've no time.

They told us you're not shooting on Sunday.

It'll be one night only, not three days like they do it in Serbia.

This is Davor's address. Sunday at 5 p.m.

5:30.

Dress code, casual.

We wouldn't like for this to end on a sour note.

Like we're enemies, threatening each other.

- I didn't want any of that to happen... - I know.

But it did happen. We were all out of line.

Things happen, it's normal. Right?

We can't seek revenge forever.

Before you embark on a path of revenge, dig two graves, they say.

We'd really love to have you over.

There'll be food and drinks and we'll hang out.

You'll meet some nice folks. Bring your wife too.

- She's very busy. - Just saying she's welcome.

- I'm not sure... - You have to come.

Everyone likes an engagement party. We're not inviting you to a funeral.

The two of us had a bet. He says that you're not.

I say that you are.

- You're someone from TV. - An actor!

You said he was an actor! Not just anyone.

- Okay. Are you an actor? - I'm not.

- Do you swear? - I'm not. People keep mistaking me...

He's lying, motherfucker!

Your sister?

Yeah. So I organized all this.

- It's better to have it here. - You've got a nice place.

You live alone?

Yes. I'm a widower.

He claims his wife died, but she ran after three months.

Nonsense. She was already sick when we got married.

Terrible.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

- What are you drinking? - Beer, thanks.

Everyone knew except me, Mr. Gelo.

Can we drop the formalities?

Poor girl, she has no idea what she's getting into.

They look happy together.

Because he's on meds. Once he stops...

Only his mother can control him. And she's also...

Davor said they were doing better.

He's a sucker. He was tricked about his wife too.

His sister leeches off him.

They're scum, she and her son. Junkies.

- Please, love... - They're his cousins!

They're about to play our song. Let's dance.

Fruit and vegetables. Fruit loves fruit!

- They'll play our song now. - What song?

- What's our song? - We'll choose one now.

They're his cousins!

You're so narrow.

You can't just cover it with newspapers.

- That way it won't spread. - Why not clean the floor?

Instead of covering the vomit.

I was worried that the acid would damage the tiles.

Barbaric motherfucker.

I apologize. There's another toilet over there.

It'll do if you just have to take a leak.

Uncouth motherfuckers.

It's locked. I told you it's out of order.

Wait.

- Someone will come. - You see it's out of order.

I'll take them off myself, idiot. You'll rip it.

Marina!

It's over, do you hear me?

- No! - He's yours now.

He's not mine anymore.

This is my friend.

Say hello to my friend.

Hello, friend.

- What about you? - Rajko, please don't.

You don't want my friend to kiss you?

That's not your friend.

You're trying to control my life already!

- It's an avocado. - It's my friend, he's here to kiss you.

- Kiss my friend! - It's an avocado!

You won't tell me what's what! Kiss him!

Kiss him! My friend will kiss your pussy!

My friend will kiss your pussy!

Don't...

Shame on you.

Hey! Who drenched the cat?

Who did this?

What did the cat do to you?

Didn't I tell you you'd have a good time?

Here.

- I'm done. - Hair of the dog.

- I can't. - You have to.

- Come on. - I should go home.

- I feel sick. - It's out of the question.

You're our guest of honor.

Wait. Here.

I wanna show you something.

When we're not at the hotel, we take tourists hunting.

Can you manage?

- It's like a side hustle for us. - Smart.

- This is a rich hunting ground. - I saw a badger on the road.

A stupid badger on the road.

- I didn't know such things existed. - All sorts of things exist in the world.

Mind the step.

One more step.

Sit here while I look for the switch.

Are you okay?

- I'll survive. - Hold on.

There you are.

- All of us together again. - You're going to show him.

You'll see what we have here.

I wake them at the break of dawn. The colder the morning, the better.

I walk them through the hills until they're beat.

And then I lead them straight to the bear.

I drop off the bear.

And... Boom!

Dead tired, and happy.

And the two of us pocket the money.

We caught this one a month ago. Now we're fattening him up.

Give us the thing.

Are you sure?

Give it to him.

You're totally wasted.

Does your wife know you're here?

- Does Darija know you're here? - No.

That's too bad. She was invited.

If she'd come along, she could drive you home now.

But, alas...

What's that?

What is it?

You guys are sniffing glue.

Jesus Christ.

This is no ordinary glue.

- No such glue in your world. - It's the Kazakhstan glue.

It'll bring you back from the dead.

All the way.

From its homeland of Kazakhstan to my beautiful Croatia.

From Astana and back

all the way to Croatia.

You must be a CEO.

I am, actually.

What do you drive?

A car...

Is your car here?

What did I tell you? Get the fuck out!

You should watch it, man.

Watch your behavior.

I won't always be there to bail you out of your own mess.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

They said they'd get us someone to fix the roof.

Give me the keys, I'll drive.

Mind the step.

Come.

Are you hanging on?

Careful now.

There.

Go on.

Go on, you're free.

You're free to go.

Are you okay?