Original subtitles

[creepy pipe organ music]

Sugar, give me some money for booze.

[birds flapping]

[garbled voice]

I couldn't get time off work. Meta's pregnant again.

For the fifth time. I have to do all her stuff.

I have to film something about chickens tomorrow.

Hey, girl. How's it going?

- I haven't seen you in ages. - Don't just stand there, sit down.

We were beginning to think you wouldn't show up.

It was hard finding this shithole.

- This place is the bomb. - You've never been here?

- Never. - Then you're missing out.

- This is the only bar I go to. - How about a liquid special?

- What's a liquid special? - Liquor. You have to try it.

- Absolutely. - Yes.

- No way. - Come on. - No.

- The burn is great. - No.

Would you rather drink juice?

- Fine, I'll have one. - Great.

Dude. Dude!

Four shots of that wicked stuff.

So, what have you been up to? You've practically disappeared.

- You're in love, right? - Yes, I just don't know with whom.

What about... What's his name?

- Borut. - Borut. What's up with him?

Never mind him. What an asshole.

For two months, he kept going on about how he loved me and stuff.

Well...

Then I found that jerk with another woman.

You know who she was? Mojca.

- Mojca. Mojca Podkrajek? - Yes.

- You're kidding. - That bimbo?

- Yes, that bitch. - Your liquor, girls.

[hard rock music in background]

Cheers.

Damn, those broads started early.

Let them drink, they'll be up for it.

You're the one up for it, drinking during the day again.

Four more, boss.

[liquid pouring]

[eerie sound]

[laughter] [muffled voices]

[swallowing]

[clink]

It was just some wannabe fancy place.

They wanted 300 EUR for that shithole.

- No way. - 300? It's not like I shit money.

- You almost paid. - Almost.

[laughing]

You girls are crazy. I have work tomorrow.

- It's not that late. - What, you've got a steady job?

Yeah, right. It's just some stupid photoshoot.

Look at her! You're still a model?

Can you stop that?

[laughing]

I'm not really into it and I'm getting too old.

This photographer calls me once in a while.

The money's good.

Blitcz? I wouldn't mind if he took my pictures.

[laughing]

- Blitcz? I knew it. - I'll tell him.

[laughing]

I need to take a leak. Where's the loo?

In the corner.

Remember how he crashed Tine's party last year...

[ominous sound]

[door creaking]

[water dripping]

[toilet flushing]

[door opening]

Hey, girl. Did you wipe it off well?

What are you looking at, bitch? You want some dick, right? I can...

[thud]

Lame-ass motherfucker.

- You fucking bitch! - Fuck you, dipshit!

That girl is so interesting. She has this lesbian vibe.

- That's really... - Let's go before I lose it!

PMS.

SLOVENIAN FILM CENTRE

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BLADE PRODUCTION

STRUP PRODUCTION

666 PRODUCTIONS

KILLBILLIES (IDYLL)

STARRING

WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY

♪ dance music ♪ [doorbell]

[music volume turns down]

[doorbell]

Coming.

Hey, Zina. Come in.

- Hey, Blitcz. What's up? - Mia's here.

I'll just be a moment.

Hi.

Zina, it's you. That's so cool. Sit next to me.

Hey, let me show you my new portfolio photos.

I had this great Italian photographer, Fulvio.

Do you know him?

Aren't they cool?

- They're not bad. - Not bad?

The photos are the bomb. They got me so many Facebook likes.

The shoot was so professional. It was just so much fun.

And Fulvio promised they'd be published in an Italian magazine.

We had dinner at this fancy place. It was really great.

What, the dinner?

Come on. The whole thing.

The agency promised to send them to Paris and London.

They say I have great chances of becoming a model.

For some cool designers.

It's so cool. I feel like I'm going to make it.

I'm ready. Shall we?

I have to tell you about this photoshoot.

The makeup artist was great, she studied in America.

She understood my features.

Unlike that Metka, who ruined my face.

I had to spend three days at the beautician's.

You know her, Zina. She's Mojca Podkrajek.

♪ dance music ♪

And then I said to him: You want to go to the party with me?

No way. What a weird guy.

You should have seen him. He was just so plain.

[laughs]

Fuck.

- Want some gum? - No, thanks.

- No, thanks. - It's sugar-free.

[ominous sound]

[pounding]

How much longer?

About 15 to 20 minutes.

The location is great. You'll see.

It's so much better than that place Primzi suggested.

With blocks of flats in the background.

Blitcz, will there be ticks? I brought some bug spray.

I can't work with lots of insects around.

Is Dragica coming by herself? Does she know where to go?

- Yes, we went to see it together. - Dragica is coming?

- Yes. - Great, she works fast.

You like her? I don't know.

I feel like she doesn't even try. It's like she doesn't care.

I ran into her and said we could grab some coffee.

She was all cold and said she was just too busy.

I mean, everyone has time for coffee.

If I run into a friend, I always invite them for a drink.

Especially if I haven't seen them in ages.

[chewing]

Listen to this.

This guy sent me a Facebook message about how he had seen Manca and I.

He said he worked for an agency and would love to meet.

You know who this guy was? He used to date...

[birds chirping]

[tires on gravel]

My old man asked if I could buy some liquor for him.

- Do you want something? - That's so unsanitary.

- I'm not risking infection. - What?

[laughs]

You? No.

Fine.

[car beeping]

How do you do, madam?

[crows cawing]

[clears throat]

Would you happen to have some homemade liquor?

No.

What about this?

It's not for brats like you.

In that case, I'd like this bottle, please.

[wood creaking]

What's your problem, you brat? Only real men can drink this.

Not some snotty brat like you.

Beat it before something goes wrong.

What could go wrong?

[boisterous laugh]

[playing accordion]

[woman still laughing]

Fucking hillbillies.

- No liquor for your old man? - What?

- You didn't buy any liquor? - No.

[off key accordion]

- It's really nice here. - It is, right?

[bugs buzzing]

The photos will blow everyone away.

It's not how I imagined it.

Where's the toilet?

Hey. Blitcz? Where are we going to pee?

I'm not going behind some tree.

Unbelievable.

Blitcz?

Will the wind stop? It's a good thing I have my jacket.

This is just too much. And there's loads of bugs.

Are you sure there are no ticks? I don't want to get infected.

Especially since I may go abroad. You know how much it

means to me.

Stop bugging us. Use some bug spray, you'll be fine.

I will. But the bug spray could give me an allergy as well.

Then why did you buy it? Allergy or ticks? You choose.

[spits]

What's your problem, Zina? I just don't want any skin problems.

Besides, no one in Paris has heard of this no-name magazine.

I'm not ruining my career for them and exposing myself to danger.

Mia, I'll tell Dragica to bring some natural tick repellent cream.

Stop pushing her buttons, she's more talented than you.

- I'm pushing her buttons? - See?

You just keep on blabbering, but you don't have a clue.

Sure. I'm going for a walk, you two sort the ticks out. Bye.

[pipe organ]

Great, Dragica.

[muffled voice on phone]

I knew I could rely on you.

[voice on phone]

You're a doll.

[rambling voice on phone]

Yes.

That's right. We'll see you here.

Bye. Bye.

Go fuck yourself.

Mia, I'll just get these things to the set.

What assholes. This is the last time.

The last time.

[blowing]

Zina.

Zina?

Zina!

[ominous sound]

[birds chirping]

- Where's Blitcz? - Zina, do you still smoke?

Smoking is bad for your skin.

You'll never grow up, right?

Acting like this will get you nowhere.

[car engine]

[parking brake]

How are you, girls? Am I late?

Thank God. Do you have something against ticks?

I'm afraid bug spray could give me an allergy.

These outdoor shoots are so lame. And Zina keeps on bugging me.

She doesn't believe that I'm going to London or Paris.

Fulvio says hi. He shot my pictures, it was so cool.

One thing at a time. Everything will be fine.

Hi, Zina. How are you doing?

- Here. - Are you sure this will do the job?

I guarantee it. We shot a commercial with Taja.

She won that supermodel competition. Her skin is so sensitive.

She loved this cream.

Girl, I have to tell you your body is better than Taja's.

- Really? - You look amazing.

- Thanks, Dragica. - You think I'm bluffing? - No.

- Now go put some cream on. - OK.

- How are you, Zina? - Same old same old.

You? Still hanging on?

Yes. What can you do? That's life.

That's life.

♪

You're two innocent farm girls lost in a daydream.

You don't want to be here, this place just bores you.

You want to be in a palace surrounded by suitors.

Mia, you're the sexier one with straw in your mouth.

What is it, Zina? Why are you laughing?

- A goddamn straw? - I'm trying to make this work.

You're mocking me and the weather is shit. Where do you think you are?

With your bum friends? This is serious work.

Sorry, Blitcz. That straw fucked me up.

Go on, I won't laugh anymore.

These things happen, right? They just do. Where was I?

- The palace. - Yes. That's right.

Love the straw. Then we'll try two expressions.

A very bossy one and then a slightly scared one, OK?

- Sorry. - What now?

How can we be scared and bossy at the same time?

Don't you listen? I said two.

First the very bossy one, then the slightly scared one.

- Fine. - Dragica, start doing their makeup.

Before we start shooting, let's try the very bossy one. OK?

- What's wrong? - Well... - What? - Look, damn it.

[strong wind blowing]

[spits]

For God's sake, what is this?

- Blitcz, who are they? - How should I know?

Do you think I know every hillbilly around here?

Hello, gentlemen. Can I help you?

[creepy laugh]

[gurgling]

- Who's going to help you, kid? - You?

Are you going to help?

Can you stop, please? We can sort things out.

What things, snotface?

Huh?

Do you know who owns this meadow and everything you see?

You don't, right?

Goddamn snotface.

Are you a boy or a man?

- Are you a boy or a man? - What do you want, jerks?

Go back to the woods and leave us alone.

Vintlr, a broad with balls.

- I've never seen that. - Do you have a dick too?

- Show us your balls. - Stop it.

Stop it. Can you stop? Just tell us what you want.

What we want, snotface? We want you.

[thud]

[echoing] Blitcz. Blitcz.

Blitcz, are you alive?

Open your eyes. Come on.

Come on.

How many fingers am I holding up?

What is this?

- Do you know what's going on? - Are those two going to kill us?

I don't know. What do you think?

- Fuck. - Zina, this isn't helping.

Let's try some more constructive...

[bang]

[gasps] [creaking]

[grunts]

What is it, kids? Have you cooled off?

What is it? What?

Go fuck yourselves, you goddamn hillbillies...

[thud]

[gasps] [screaming]

Which girl should be first, Vintlr?

This one. The old one.

[smacking] [screaming]

- Leave her alone. - Go fuck yourself.

- Get her. - Stop it.

[hits]

[struggling]

[hitting repeatedly]

[screaming]

[blood squirting]

[heavy breathing]

Vintlr.

[door creaking]

Zina.

Zina.

Zina.

[whimpering]

Zina.

Zina.

Zina, are you OK? Zina.

Zina, say something.

Zina. Zina.

Zina, it's me.

Mia. Please, Zina. Please.

Zina.

[sniffling]

Zina. Zina.

Come on, Zina.

[crying]

[moaning]

[labored breathing]

Those motherfuckers.

Those motherfuckers.

[crying]

Where's Dragica?

Where's Dragica?

[crying]

They dragged her away.

Blitcz. Is it Blitcz?

It's Blitcz.

Is it...

[dramatic sound cue]

[vomiting]

[whimpering]

He's dead.

[man wailing] [hitting sound]

[muffled screaming]

What do they want?

Zina, what do they want?

[crying]

♪

[bottles rattling]

[metal cranking]

[gasping]

[screams]

I know.

Lift her up.

[chain rattling]

Now you're going to get it, you old whore.

[stabs] [screams]

[bolt screwing]

Hold this.

[liquid pouring]

[hissing]

[hissing]

[eerie music and sounds]

[hissing]

[screaming] [baby crying]

[dripping]

[grunts]

This will make some good liquor.

[dripping]

♪ upbeat music ♪

[birds chirping]

[flash]

[flash]

[flash]

[sighs]

[flash]

[flash]

What are you doing, Vintlr?

[hits]

Didn't I tell you to get the bottles ready?

You goddamn maggot.

I'll show you.

Damn snotface.

Mia.

Mia. Mia, listen to me. We need to get out. Understand?

They'll kill us if we don't. Understand?

How...

How do we get out?

We're helpless.

What are we going to do?

Mia, get it together. I know what to do.

[door creaking]

[heavy breathing]

Damn broads.

Damn broads.

Now I'm going to show you what a real man looks like.

You little whore.

[whimpering]

[heavy breathing]

[laughing, moaning]

[screams] [stabs]

[blood splurting] [knife hits floor]

[gagging]

[kicking]

Here, you bastard.

Mia. Mia, stop it. Stop!

Do you want the other one to hear us?

Let's go before that moron comes.

[dramatic music cue]

OK.

OK.

[rustling] [thud]

Zina. What was that?

I don't know. Just keep quiet, please.

[dramatic music cue]

[dramatic music cue]

Just don't look. OK?

It's Dragica.

She's dead.

Don't look. OK?

OK.

Come.

[can rattling]

- What... - Shh!

Damn.

There's no turning back now.

Whatever is behind this door...

We have to get out, OK?

Keep quiet.

Let's go.

[dramatic music buildup]

[creaking]

[doorknob rustling]

[door creaking]

[hacking]

[hacking]

No one has ever escaped from Francl.

[key locking] [banging]

[grunting]

[doorknob jiggling]

[dissonant piano]

[gasping]

[birds chirping]

[dissonant piano]

[panting]

[birds chirping]

What is it? Did you think you'd get away?

Come to Francl.

[branch snapping]

[slices]

[grunting]

[rapid breathing]

[dramatic music]

Goddamn broad.

Help me, madam. He's trying to kill me.

- He killed them all. - What happened, my child?

That maniac...

Take it easy. Easy.

- He's around here somewhere. - Take it easy.

- There's no one here. - He's insane!

[bottle rattling]

Francl! Francl!

Francl!

Francl, where are you?

[laughs]

Francl, where are you? I've got the whore!

- Francl! - Let me go, bitch!

[thud]

Francl! Francl!

- Go fuck yourself! - You little brat.

Did you think you'd just get away like that?

Francl! Francl!

Francl!

Francl! Francl!

[smashing]

[blood squirting]

[screams]

♪ sad music ♪

[screams]

I'll get you now, you goddamn whore.

You've got nowhere to go.

[water dripping]

[metal scraping]

[howling]

[howling]

[howling]

No. Damn. Not now, damn it. Crap.

[howling]

[dramatic music]

[slices] [screams]

[screams]

What is it, Francl? Do you have a boo boo on your arm?

[hacking] [blood splurting]

[screams]

♪ rock music ♪

Renc, I have no idea why there was no one there selling liquor.

- There was always someone there. - Those fucking rednecks.

They suck at business. Do you think they ever leave this shithole?

Imagine the old woman at a post office.

Or at a porn party.

[laughing]

The old hag is weird. Her liquor is the bomb, though.

Who gives a shit about the hag?

As long as her supply is unlimited and we make great money off it.

[laughs]

This shit is a killer. Give me the bottle.

[thud]

Dude, was that a fucking deer?

We hit something.

Fuck.

We ran over a chick.

Fuck. Is she alive?

Fuck. I don't know. You look.

Hold on, maybe we shouldn't move her.

I don't think she's breathing.

Fuck, we killed her. What do we do now?

[dialing]

- Who are you calling? - Why are you whining?

Why are you so scared, you pussy? Do you plan on waiting

for the cops?

We'll get ten years. Minimum. You've had lots of

liquor and drugs.

I'm not going to jail again because of some confused hillbilly.

We can't just beat it.

Let's drag her into the woods. No one can find her here.

You're right. My old man will kill me if he finds out.

Let's dump her in the woods.

Come on, lift.

Move your feet, I'm not dragging you too.

- Goddamn. - Move it, move it.

Fuck. Dude, she's alive.

[stomping] [squishing]

Not anymore. What?

Let's go.

♪ piano music ♪

Life is something...

...everyone of us is given.

They say every child is beautiful at birth.

Life is something...

...that makes us human.

We all want to live and have a great time.

Life is something...

...you can't run away from.

Some are happy.

Others are sad.

They hurt, they go crazy.

Some hate.

Others are loving.

But we're all human at the end of it all.

When the last hour comes...

...and death comes knocking, our life has come to an end.

The castles in the sky are gone.

Life is something...

...you can't run away from.

Translation: Prevajalski Studio Milenko Babiè

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