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God bless.

God bless.

THE PARADE

Sugar...

Sugar... Please hold on, brother!

It’s nothing, I’ve been shot heaps.

Where’s the doctor?

Go to reception first.

Look...

If he doesn’t survive, neither will you.

He’s alive.

And so are you.

Congratulations.

Sugar’s a good boy.

Strong...

like his owner.

Doctor...

It’s your lucky day. My wife left some cash in the robe.

What, it’s not enough?

- You’re one horrible brutal man! - I don’t have more...

I just saved your dog’s life.

Look at him, he’s crying...

If I’d smacked you a few times, I’d get it.

But I haven’t even touched you.

We co-operated so well.

Is it because I didn’t go to reception?

Okay, okay, I’m going now.

30 June 2001.

First attempt at Pride in Serbia.

We hope these images belong in the past,

at least here in our city.

But our friend here, a guest from the Montenegro LGBT Centre,

unfortunately saw that homophobia, hatred and intolerance

still rule in this region.

But we hope that 10 years after the shameful...

Are you ready to take responsibility for violence on the streets next weekend?

What are your views

about the Orthodox Church statement against the Pride parade?

That same head of the church...

Hello, sick people...

Scram!

Grandma!

Please leave me alone!

Bloody faggots!

- Go defend human rights in Kosovo! - Shut up, you fucking bitch!

Hey man, everything’s okay.

Run, police!

Kill, slaughter, faggots don’t exist!

No, I wasn’t beaten up this time.

Someone just spat in my face.

A slimy one.

Yeah, I was lucky.

Sorry, but I don’t think one parade can change anything.

That’s my opinion.

Well, I’m sorry too.

But at least I don’t stick my head in the sand.

I don’t stick my head in the sand.

I just want to have a normal life.

This is why I love my patients.

They don’t call me a faggot, an ass-licker...

Easy for you to say. While I’m on the barricades, you...

I have to go... see you.

DEATH TO FAGGOTS

You should report this, son. It’s the third time in the last 2 months.

Kids... It’s just the regular maintenance.

Your late mother used to like navy blue and metallic grey colours.

It would look like a sports car.

But someone likes this colour.

Wolf, can you take this Mini?

Boss, give it to someone else. I’m too busy.

I can go some other place.

Don’t be silly, you’ll always get a discount here.

Hey, Boss, when will the grandkids come?

Thanks for the discount, Dad.

Your son is really taking his time.

- Whose wedding is this? - The Glembay wedding.

Somehow it looks old-fashioned.

Perhaps you’ve got something more current, you know?

Yes...

Awesome!

Excuse me, we don’t...

- What did you study? - Theatre directing.

- Hilarious. - Yes.

Excuse me, your future husband, has he got any ideas?

If you were asking him...

it would be... chaos.

- But he’s not being asked, get it? - I see.

See, Sugar, those were real movies. Real mates, like me and you.

Wait, easy... easy.

Come on, the plane is flying, flying...

Hey...

What are you doing?

Look, an old fart playing the flute.

She’s quite manly, that one.

What’s this? Sandwiches of some kind?

Live fish in a glass... Who’d eat that?

So what will it cost, besides my mates taking the piss for the rest of my life.

If you ask me, your friends don’t have to come at all.

We can take a loan.

A loan?

I was taking “loans” with an AK47 in the nineties, without hostages.

You’re such a redneck.

Totally.

A real redneck.

And the old woman doesn’t play a flute, it’s a harp!

But why? I don’t think that’s something you should be proud of.

The action group Tolerance has received mixed public response.

The stench has poisoned and polluted our ancient city of Belgrade.

Rest assured, this is a prelude to the destruction of our nation...

I’ve had my daily dose of Fascism, unlike you.

You’re like those cute peasants in The Magnificent Seven.

You need protection.

I’ll be your bodyguard on Sunday.

Feel that...

I’d still prefer police protection.

There’ll be one of the Seven...

Who’s your favourite? Yul Brynner?

What happened to the car?

The engine sounded strange.

Excuse me, since when are you an engine expert?

Let’s just sleep.

Don’t.

Steve McQueen.

Fool.

Move it, Fatso.

You came to do judo? Or do you need protection?

There’s table tennis but no yoga.

Come in, Fatso. We do need a punching bag.

Excuse me, I came to enquire about a beginners’ course...

Well done, now you just need to learn how to ride a bike.

Doctor!

- Take over. - Sure, Boss.

Doctor!

Boss...

Look at him run...

We found out who shot the dog.

Hello, loser.

Sir is only joking. We’re playing cowboys.

Please, don’t. Where will your soul end up?

Tell him to stop, you idiot.

Radojsa, stop it, you little fucker!

Sorry.

- Who paid you? - Pardon?

- Are you screwing with me? - I can’t hear, the kids are shouting.

Radica!

She’ll come now.

Radica!

Get the kids. I’m trying to talk to this guy.

Forgive me.

I’ll owe you big time if you shoot him now like a dog.

That’s all I can tell you.

- Lemon, see who I’m living with? - Who paid you?

Please, I won’t see the dawn. If I tell you, they’ll kill me.

You can do jail.

I have to take care of my family. And I didn’t shoot you.

That’s how you screwed yourself.

Oh, fuck...

Hey, what do you think?

Will he choose where to bite you, or will you?

Please don’t, Lemon, mate... He’ll go for my neck, right?

If I know him, yes.

Here... And fuck you both!

Let’s go, Sugar.

An official request? For that parade?

What do you call it?

- Pride. - Yes, that.

I was the principal in a kids’ correctional institution for years.

I know about institutional pederasty.

Kids there say it’s not sex until they bang balls on balls.

- They deal with it. - Deal?

But they’re not proud of it.

- Unlike you... - Let’s just go, please.

You’re free, and proud.

If we give rights to you faggots, lesbians and so on,

everybody will ask for the same.

Excuse me, Chief Inspector, an urgent call.

I’m glad I’ve finally met some of you.

I would never say... never.

Maybe we should offer him some money.

I could put you in jail for that, Miss.

Or try to re-educate you.

You can’t say we didn’t try everything.

Good day. You must be Bogdan, Radmilo’s father.

Listen, I don’t want to know who you are

or how you influence my son.

He’s always been a nice, normal guy.

All right.

Fine.

- Excuse me, these aren’t our keys. - They’re his.

I’ve taken him to games since he was a little boy.

Sorry. Goodbye.

- Hey... - Suck a dick.

- Buzz off, you criminal. - Sorry, Madam.

Come on, hurry up!

I’ll catch you, I’ll catch you!

Little motherfuckers!

Fuck me, I preferred working with criminals.

Okay, I’ll get your toy!

Hey, mate, how many heads do we have?

During the war, at least we knew what we fucking fought for.

You still know. You work for a pay cheque.

How was work?

Normal.

We abused some nice people for money.

Great.

My sunshine!

So where were we?

Listen, didn’t we say we’d have a wedding to remember?

It will be remembered!

I didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but I’ll put the cards on the table.

Do you know that club which opened two months ago?

- The Raft? - Yes.

It can fit 500 people.

The disco ball’s so big that when it fell, it killed a man and badly injured two.

- Oh, really? - Yes.

Across the street there’s a church, a modern one, with floor heating.

The priest owes me money so he’ll sing 3 encores, my dear.

Biserka! Would you prefer a bishop?

Shut up!

Meatball knows the Pope, but the Pope isn’t Orthodox.

It’s not fucking show business!

It’s my fault. I try to cultivate a redneck!

And he bullshits about some Raft where police are afraid to go!

Move, moron! Popes and disco balls!

Just an option. We could have a normal tent.

You’ve had one hick wedding. You want another? Not with me!

Go marry some fucking trash! And stay away from me!

And put your hands down so I can smack you!

Okay.

Wait a moment.

- Pigs. - You’re just looking for excuses!

It’s my first wedding.

And it will be how I want it, even if we need a loan!

- Mister... - Shut up!

Do I have to go with you?

And here’s the ring. Give it to one of them!

Biserka...

What are you looking at, you old bat? Fuck off to your house.

- Can we discuss this later? - No, we can’t.

Here’s your ring without the receipt!

Arrest him! I hope he gets a life sentence.

Poor man...

Come on... Sniff, Sugar, sniff...

Fuck...

Mr Raskovic, you have to come with us.

Gladly.

Could we send your kid to chase Ustashas and Balijas?

Those were the good times.

The Pumas, the famous unit...

- Come on, kid. - Go home, Dad.

Come on, son, don’t make me clip your ear in front of your pals.

- Mate, your dad is Serb and patriotic. - He hates faggots. Right, Mr Lemon?

Ustashas were in the past. There’s no war on faggots.

Dad, give me a cigarette.

Did you reconsider?

What can you do with judo? You don’t even have a permit.

I’ve an investor who wants to build a mall.

You could earn a shitload.

Thanks for the favour.

I heard your dog was shot. That’s not cool.

No, it’s not.

Think you’re a big shot? Times have changed.

Your gal earns more shaving pussies than you with your muscles.

It’s time for you to retire.

Faggots? Why not fight someone normal?

Then I’d be honoured to get you out of jail.

Not proud enough, Dad?

How about armed robbery, or racketeering?

- You did all that, right? - I did, son, but in Sweden.

I should’ve left you in jail and gone on my honeymoon like a man.

Fuck, we hardly see each other, so you don’t know...

But Biserka is okay, right?

I don’t give a shit.

Wait.

Here’s some money.

Son...

You know I’d die for you?

Well, you see, I’d die for her too.

Fuck you, Dad.

You’re welcome... son.

There won’t be the primitive attack of trumpets on your eardrums

or an expression of that generally arrogant rural primitivism.

- What’s wrong with trumpets? - Nothing.

Nothing at all.

But if you want something really special and unforgettable...

- Something really romantic... - Romantic is fine.

- Or unique... - Why not?

Great, then I have something new no one has tried yet.

- So we’d be the first? - Yes.

Cool, but without an old bag playing flute.

Yes, yes, no flute.

This is one very exotic location.

The secure wing of the central jail.

Imagine how hip a fine, elegant cocktail would be there?

- In the dining area. - The toxin room?

- Excuse me? - The toxin, or poison room.

You know what we called solitary?

Honey...

No idea.

- Or what we called death row? - I don’t know.

Misko...

- Look, Versace! - Where?

Can we get to choosing the ring?

Just a second.

Fine, but no beige. That’s a gay colour!

I want white, white is for weddings. Like this.

It even has pearls in it, like your name.

We’ll change that crappy colour into something straight, like navy...

Fuck...

FAGGOT PUSSIES I’ll call the cops.

- As if they’d do anything. - Bisa, look at the colour.

Doctor...

What’s up, Doctor?

He’s that cry-pussy doctor.

This client of yours threatened me with a gun.

What gun?

- Which gun? - A Beretta 9, that nice little one.

Fine...

Sorry, but I’ll have to ask you to leave.

Excuse me, boy, I’m the one who throws people out.

Honey, don’t.

- Mr Mirko, he won’t... - I’ll deal with it.

- I think you heard my partner. - Oh, Doctor...

- Business partner? - There’s no business.

He’s my boyfriend, get it? We’re faggots!

Are you ashamed to have a fag plan your wedding?

You’re insane, boy.

Don’t mess my shirt!

You animal!

Sorry... I’m so sorry.

I don’t know what to do. He’s not a bad man.

Please just go...

I don’t know how...

I can spend my life with someone...

someone who fucking acts like this.

I applied for emigration papers to Canada.

I got the reply yesterday.

- And when did you apply? - A year ago.

I don’t know exactly when, maybe after I was beaten up

or when they banned my show at the theatre.

Are you wondering why I didn’t tell you?

Because you aren’t a pathetic middle-aged gay man

who does weddings instead of theatre.

Radmilo, I can’t bear it any more.

I hate my own country

because I can’t, even for one day, walk free and proud.

Fuck, I’m sorry. But I can’t do it any more. I’m tired.

Excuse me, Doctor, I thought you were working on a dog.

- No, no, I’m done. - I wanted to clean.

Don’t forget to remove your gloves.

Biserka! Baby doll...

Yes?

No, it’s not him, it’s that other fag.

No, you can’t talk to him, Miss.

I won’t allow people like you to hurt him again.

You should feel sorry. I don’t care about your wedding.

Especially his wedding.

What do you know about Pride?

The whole city knows we’ll be beaten up.

You’re no expert...

Why the fuck can’t he force her to come back?

Biserka is... emotional.

She’s run to her mum before

and you’ve got her back one way or another.

- You’re a fucking shrink now? - No, God forbid.

Hey Lemon... we could put pressure on those fags.

Sightseeing in a car boot usually produces a result.

He’ll do a top wedding and Bisa will be happy.

We’ll just press his “girlfriend” a bit.

We haven’t worked with fags. Maybe they like it hard.

What do you suggest? Sweet words?

Enough crap. Forget the girl.

We’ll go to the vet’s to press the fat faggot.

I presume I’m the fat faggot.

Look, a faggot.

Unless one of us is a faggot.

I want to talk to you alone.

- Get out. - Boss, don’t.

What, you’re scared he’ll fuck me? Get lost, out!

- You won’t? - I won’t, if you behave.

Come in.

So you see, you and your girlfriend

could walk in concrete sandals down the river.

Sit.

- I have a business proposition. - I’m listening.

- Come on, finish him. - What if he gets AIDS?

- Protecting you sickos! - Aggression is no good.

- It’s worked before. - I spoke to Biserka.

I’d do anything for Mirko, same as you would for Biserka.

When love is the issue, a criminal and a fag are the same.

Say what’s on your mind, faggot.

Your fiancé’s dream for my partner’s dream.

I think that’s fair.

My fiancé’s dream for a dream of your...

- Whatever he is to you. - Whatever he is to me.

Get lost, now.

Leave.

You went to see that animal?

You really love me so much?

What did you promise him?

A wedding.

You need to organise it.

Two weeks after Pride.

Fine.

He’ll get his wedding.

He’ll get a brilliant wedding, as if it was ours.

I’m not sure he’d be happy about that idea!

You were so right.

Pack our bags and run away, that’s exactly what they want us to do.

Next time, when you leave me, please just take a handbag.

What you’re doing is so humane, I’m really proud of you.

Who’d think my Misko would be so good with non-violent communication.

See how nice it is to be civilised?

I see.

Let the drops of holy water,

in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

bless this... gladiator...

and drive away every other evil.

Amen, fine, thank you, Father. We have important business.

God bless.

Okay, let’s hear the job analysis.

How many people do we need to secure this solemn manifestation?

Manifestation...

What’s going on?

- Boss, can I talk openly? - If you have to.

You know I’d give my ass for you if I had to.

But protecting poofs, that’s...

They’re judo fighters, but they own a security firm.

- But they’re criminals. - Ex.

- Excuse me? - Spare me... I mean they’ve retired.

- Disability pension, I hope. - Okay, George.

- Go on, I won’t interrupt. - Why thank you!

I bet it was one of those judo guys who viciously bashed George last time.

The fascists called us criminals too till we killed them all.

- Granny, it has nothing to do with us. - It has!

This is the height of irony!

- What do you want? - Not this!

In my 50s I told the whole world who and what I am.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

But I don’t want to die.

It’s humiliating unless the state protects me!

Being a fag is one thing, a coward is something else.

Anyway, you know where we live.

No one should be mad

that the majority of us don’t want to work with those...

No, I knew it!

It’s a classic ambush!

And an amateurish one.

I’m going to burn you mothers now.

We’ll be at your parade, poofters!

You idiots!

Do you know who I am? Do you know who my husband is?

Kill the poofs!

When we commies get back into power...

everybody will be equal.

- I’ll take you home. - Fine.

- I don’t want you involved. - Come here, sister.

- God, she’s even worse than him. - Definitely.

If anyone finds out what we’re doing...

our asses are gone.

Say the word “ass” one more time, you’ll lose it.

What kind of people are you?

It wasn’t a problem when we protected those showbiz whores.

No, get in with your hip, then throw him down.

You weren’t ashamed when we beat up students for cash.

They didn’t study.

Now, when we need to contribute to the advancement of human rights

and all that crap...

non-violent communication...

now you’re acting like pussies.

Lemon, about whether I’m a pussy or not,

the Balijas and Ustashas can testify.

Well, those who survived after they met us.

Your poofters can protect whoever they want,

and whoever needs it.

What is it? Money?

- You’ll get double pay, okay? - It will be okay, Boss...

if my ass isn’t touched for the rest of my life.

I wish you luck.

Uncle Lemon, can we be of any help?

I’m not calling because of the debt. You’ll return it when you have it.

There’s a small job. Nice, legal.

What did you hear?

Pay my money tomorrow or I’ll fuck your fag mother.

What AIDS? Are you nuts?

You’d more likely get it from the blood on your hands when you bash them.

Not much chance if you don’t bash them.

What’s a shame? 1000 per person for 3 hours?

Yes.

Hey!

Just pour it, honey.

I couldn’t stand anything happening to her.

She’s all I’ve got after my parents left me.

Have some more.

- You suffered very bad things. - What bad things?

Misko...

These poor people’s lives are in danger.

Call a few of your guys to guard the house 24 hours.

I’ll make their beds. Lenka can sleep with me.

- I’m not comfortable with that. - Honey, you don’t have to worry.

Do you know how big our bed is? Three men can get into it.

Oh, that’s great, then.

Sugar!

- He recovered well. - Come here!

Who’s this dog?

This is our famous designer, George.

I’ve heard a lot of nice things about you.

Lemon, will you call those ape friends of yours?

Look how scared shitless they are.

Excuse me, another... Never mind, this is too much.

I’ve no one to call. No one wants to deal with them.

So?

There’s no person in the city who won’t work for you.

Biserka, this is a very specific job.

Kiza has already made a deal to beat up fags and must stick to that.

Plajuz told me if fags...

- If you loved me, you’d... - What? Stand alone on the line?

- I’m leaving. - No.

Do you know how hard it was

to vote for someone like you to defend our rights?

I’m touched by the problems of your ass-licking parliament.

Know how I get a majority in my parliament?

Enough! You’ve already done enough shit!

These nice people will stay here till you keep your promise!

Now stop with the drama and act like a responsible adult.

A real criminal.

You’ll keep watch in front of the house, go on.

- At least my ass will be safe. - What did you say?

Eat shit.

That’s how you deal with men.

- What are you doing? - I’ve nothing to do with this.

I know this is your stuff.

It’s far from ideal

but look how it opens the space instead of those dusty ugly things.

My Misko went to war. To him they’re like stupid football flags.

Except Misko bled in his pants for those flags.

- Why? - What?

- These are holy objects! - Fuck me stupid...

- Okay, okay... - Did you have to kill in the war?

I’m not a stranger to murder, trust me.

Biserka, listen carefully.

Hey sorry, is this like U for Ustashas?

Ustashas, Balijas...

Of course...

You speak like they’re friends but you fought a war against them.

You can’t understand. Were you at war?

Of course not.

But you served in the fucking army.

Leave him alone. See how nice he is?

Nice... These nice people have only got one chance.

You, boy, give me that cap.

I can’t promise anything, but...

I’ll try to get a team from outside Belgrade.

Just a moment, you said yourself these individuals are criminals.

We need to be sure they don’t pose a danger to us.

I’m a danger to you if you don’t stop bullshitting!

- You needn’t yell. I can hear. - Don’t, he’s a guest.

Someone has to go with you to assess.

- I think Radmilo is the best choice. - No way!

Are you punishing me for something? I don’t want you to go.

Silence! I’m the one who punishes here.

- No hands! - Don’t, they’re guests.

He’ll go. And he’ll tell you how this is real bread with 7 crusts,

not the jobs you poofters do.

Since we’ll have to drink on this trip...

you have to learn how men drink.

Then we won’t get screwed...

to your pleasure and my extreme displeasure.

Can I get one?

- Later. - Okay, fine.

- Come here. - Nonsense.

No one can get that I’m gay if I don’t want them to.

You think so?

So...

Two old mates meet after a long break and want to celebrate their meeting.

- Before going to bed. - I heard that.

Take him upstairs before he starts to cry again.

Cheers.

Slug it in a manly way, energetically, not like a girl.

Not that finger! They see that, they shoot the fag.

Hold it tightly, well.

- Hold it more... - Casually.

Not casually, you are casual.

Hold it normally, like normal people, fuck it.

Go on, strong, firm, so the boom can be heard.

Boom.

- What did you say? - Boom.

Cheers.

What did I tell you?

We’re screwed.

Come on, get up. Stand like a man, stomach in.

Pull your belly in, fuck it!

My car doesn’t have roaming. We need to take yours.

Give me the keys.

You like weapons too?

It’s just decor...

That’s a Magnum 357. Good one.

What’s that?

- What’s this? - Hydrating facial creme.

- For my tan. - I know what that is.

Your luggage.

ADAM AND (ST)EVE

Bye, bye, you ape.

Pleasure or business?

- Pleasure. - Business.

So a bit of both.

- Welcome to Croatia. - Thank you.

Drive... Drive!

So tell me, have you had it from birth?

You mean the “illness”?

Yes.

I mean, does it hurt when you... do that.

It hurts.

Why put up with that?

I’d fuck their mums!

- What the fuck? - Little sheep!

Fuck the sheep. Where are you going?

Hello, are you crazy? Leave them.

Who’s my little sheep?

What an idiot!

POOFTER CUNTS

Hey, maestro! Please, stop!

“Little sheep...” He’s carrying sheep!

I’ll stick this...

No, that would make you happy. You’re sleeping in the car.

Come on, idiot.

We’ve a basketball team here so there’s only one room left.

But the bed is “king size”, as we call it in Australia.

If I catch you perving, I’ll kill you.

It’s the most primitive stereotype straight people have about gays.

I told you once.

Just be careful.

You won’t be checking out my ass.

That’s it.

I’d do much worse things for you.

Yes... he’s just my type.

Poofter!

Come on, Buljan, shoot!

Any cute ones?

You’re a gargantuan living example of an alpha male.

If that’s something bad, you’re screwed.

Do you have any interests, like animals or books? Music?

- Do you watch movies? - Only the old ones are worth it.

Old, like Van Damme’s stuff?

No. Old, like Ben Hur.

Well, Ben Hur is a totally gay movie.

- What did you say? - Ben Hur and Messala are lovers.

When they meet after 15 years, their passion is so strong it’s incredible.

You know what? You’re a really sick boy.

Sweet granny...

Like sugar.

- Should I wait in the car? - No.

- Which one is ours? - Scarf.

Waiter.

- What will you have? - Two beers.

Local dialect, how diplomatic.

Bring any, as long as it’s Serbian.

- Please, let’s go. - Why?

I’m thirsty, I’ll have a beer.

I fuck your Sunday, fucking Chetnik pig.

Where have you been, Ustasha pussy?

Look at you... You’re great.

What is this? You’re a bit fuller. You play?

Ben Hur...

Come on!

Let’s drink the first round for 1991!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

The second one for 1992.

I know you from somewhere.

- West Slavonia? - This is my brother.

Zuko. He’s a sniper. He remembers the ones he missed.

How will I find them later if I don’t have a good memory?

How did you two meet?

It was summer 1992...

- 1993. - No, it was 1992.

And we were shooting.

But shooting like men should.

We shoot and shoot.

Bullets fly everywhere. Like in hell.

None of us moves forward.

Not one step. It’s a stalemate.

And then I saw him.

I had some kind of diarrhoea.

Fuck it, they shit everywhere, those Chetnik shit scum.

For three days it leaked out of me.

Cheers! Take that glass.

Jumping like a bunny.

He was so cute that I felt sorry to shoot him.

U-yo, U-yo!

Be a man, Chetnik dickhead, and let me finish shitting

then I’ll improve your statistics.

Deal, but come out front where I can see you.

- Is it Candy? - Candy.

U-yo!

People, I’ve never seen such joy on a man’s face.

- The man loved his ass. - So the point of this story is...

Don’t.

Roko, I came here because of ass, in a way.

Can we talk alone?

- It’s a job. - Bank problems?

Where were you during the war?

I was at school then.

There will be other opportunities. Cheers!

- I’ll fuck your Chetnik mother! - I’ll fuck your Ustasha mother!

Come on, poofter! Come on!

Roko! Zlatica’s in labour.

And you’re screwing here with Serbs?

Fuck, Dad, call a vet!

- It’s too late. - Holy mother!

- Her mouth’s foaming. - Oh, dear.

Breech position, where is she?

A Serb can help me, but I got you two fags.

You should be ashamed of yourselves! You fucking bastards!

- Here you go, Doctor. - I need a helper.

- I can’t stand blood. - Zlatica is like a child to me.

Shame on you.

Don’t just stand there. Come here.

- What should I do? - Tie up the legs.

- Pet her. - Do what?

Her hind legs are stuck.

Don’t faint.

Cut the crap.

- It’s okay. - Here we are.

I’m going to make a profile for him on Facebook.

Congratulations, it’s a boy.

Last time we took a title was 2005 when Zlatica was born.

And now he’ll fuck up the Zagreb Purgers again.

- A son, congratulations. - Thanks.

So you’re that... poofter.

I’m Radmilo.

I owe you one, Radmilo.

The kid is good.

But I was suspicious. The way he drinks.

See? What did I tell you?

If you hadn’t been with him, we’d have bashed him at once.

Naturally.

I killed people, and Serbs...

I did robberies in Germany and Sweden.

In wartime I made deals with everyone, but I never protected fags before.

It’s good to try everything in life.

It will be great for your CV!

And Edo, the Slovenian?

The Montenegrins killed him in fucking... Stockholm.

- Hudo Djukanovic? - I was at his funeral last summer.

- And what about Nettle? - The Hague... 20 years.

Poor guy.

What are you looking at?

- The Macedonian, Anastasov? - He went into politics.

Phew, fucking asshole.

- What about the Bosnian, Zubovich? - The Balija? He’s alive and free.

WELCOME TO BOSNIA AND HERZEGOVINA March into the woods, Chetniks

Straight, that way.

- No rifle! - Shut up or you die like a dog!

I asked for normal movies... Hunter Protects Sarajevo,

Blondes On a Business Trip, Shove It Like a Man 3...

Check it out.

The kid mixed up the discs. What does he know, he’s only 7?

- I’d never do it, I swear by Allah. - Watch it!

Watch it! Don’t close your eyes.

Watch it. Watch it!

Anal Pals, Rectal Wars, Milk Your Daddy...

The City Cocks, The Bridge Over... Fuck you, man!

- Do you hear? - I won’t watch that.

Watch it, or I fuck your fag-loving ass.

You’re watching it, pussy?

- People, do you have a remote? - Fuck off...

- Lemon! - Ibro!

- Hi, Chetnik... You, don’t move! - What’s this?

Ever heard of non-violent communication?

- What’s that? - What?

That’s when I let you be so my people didn’t shoot you.

- Would be better if they had. - Here’s the Ustasha!

- Where have you been? - The complete team.

Look, a Chetnik, an Ustasha, all that’s missing is a faggot.

Present!

You motherfucker...

Fucking bastard!

CHETNIK PUSSIES

At least now that faggot graffiti is covered.

“No one can do anything to us, we’re stronger than destiny.

“They can only hate us...”

Fucking American asses!

You fucked up the Indians and Vietnamese, but not us. No!

You faggot fuck!

“No one can do anything to us, we’re stronger than destiny.

“They can only hate us. All those who don’t like us...”

What a nice soprano.

“Pines and firs, maples and...

“And birches, one bending to the other...”

What the fuck are they staring at?

That one’s recording.

- Azem... - Waiting for NATO again?

Lemon, you Serbian pig!

How are you, you Shiptar pussy?

Hey, no kissing.

- Come on, 3 times. - For luck.

Is there anyone Lemon didn’t fight?

What we are looking at?

My flying soul... Look.

Nice, nice.

A real Serbian hawk.

Fuck... look at it.

Not completely Serbian, he’s got a little bit of Albanian.

A Serbian one lands empty-handed, I mean legged.

This one brings presents.

Fuck your Albanian mother... Heroin.

It cures AIDS, that’s how strong it is.

He’s tank-phobic. Give me the goods.

These are my regular customers.

Free Kosovo! Hey, democracy, brotherhood!

Thank you!

Cash machine.

See how well we live off donations? The whole village.

Here, my share.

- You should be up for a Nobel Prize. - For peace.

This is a real criminal, not us.

This is Shefket. He only carries heroin. Dad’s beauty.

This one here specialises in white stuff.

This is an owl, she’s the third night shift.

And this one here... Ibro. He doesn’t do much.

Tastes the goods. Got addicted to heroin.

Come on, son.

See? A fucking tragedy.

Got a canary for Ecstasy?

- Animal abuse! - Shut up.

- What did he say? - Nothing, he’s tired from travelling.

Azem, I’ve got a nice job for you.

- Something to do with hawks? - Not hawks... I’ll explain.

Tell me, Azem, do you know what a sexual minority is?

I do. It’s you Serbs...

At least that Balija stuff is covered.

And this is like a hawk... in a crest it’s like the Serbian coat-of-arms.

I had such a nice time in Belgrade.

Me too. It was so exotic, man.

Just avoid the zoo. You’ll get arrested again.

What do you mean?

20 years ago at that zoo a zebra got clap.

They investigated and found cheap cigarette butts near the zebra.

Not cheap, Filter Yugoslavia.

They figured out that the workers who were fixing the wall...

What a cretin!

- And how was it? - To be honest, nice...

- How could you do that? - I was a kid, 22, 23, knew nothing.

Oh, fuck your mother...

- Was it at least a female zebra? - Of course it was, he’s not a faggot.

To be honest, I don’t bloody remember.

In Bosnia, we keep garden gnomes in front of the house.

Biserka! Honey!

Misko!

They’re alive!

You’re back!

Fuck, I thought they were stuffed.

Bisa, my brother.

- Oh God, they’ll kiss now. - They won’t.

You’re back!

Feel free to greet, but no touchy-feely.

- What, are you jealous? - No, but I will be.

This is Halil, Azem, Roko. And these are our fag... clients.

- My God, what rednecks! - What?

I’m George. Can I touch your muscles?

Touch it, if you like.

He’ll end up like that zebra.

I don’t get it... Radmilo?

Excuse me...

This was a birthday present!

Mirko, wait!

- What did you fuck up now? - Nothing, faggot issues.

Mirko. Open the door, please.

Leave me alone.

This is the design. Do you like it?

- Oh, fuck it... - “Fuck it”, Misko?

Oh, you really are a boss, mate. You already live in heaven.

- Nice. - You got a house from a magazine.

- It’s a bit faggy... but nice. - A bit...

Out of my way!

Tell me what happened between you two.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Wait... I mean, you cheated on me with that?

Mr Mirko, my Misko is not a faggot.

What’s that “uh-huh” supposed to mean?

Fuck off! All of you!

I’ll do this job as a professional and get married as a man.

- Move it. - Misko! Misko, wait!

Now Lemon will cry in the toilet.

We start from Point X.

They’ll walk a couple of hundred metres to the horse statue.

Behind the horse, there’s a big building where they keep old stuff.

- The flea market? - Fuck it.

- The National Museum. - Could be.

They’ll stop there, wave that colourful crap, blow balloons. Done.

Too much wine.

Half an hour of work and that’s it.

- Where’s the rest of the team? - I’m working on that.

- An obvious provocation... - They’re talking about us.

- What shit did you get us into? - Turn it up.

... calling for lynching, with graffiti saying “We’re waiting for you”.

He repeated in front of our camera

what the neo-fascist group plans to do on September 20th.

For each fag, we’ll send out seven Serbian patriots.

We’ll see who ends up hurt.

We will.

There’s no one else.

- How many “Serbos” will come? - A few hundred.

Oh, my Lemon...

Of all places, I’ll leave my bones in Belgrade.

No, you’ll leave them in that shit-hole of yours.

Come on, see how big a man you are.

There’ll be at least as many faggots as those regular dickheads.

At least seven times more straights will come to stop them.

They’re just crazy kids.

Don’t be afraid, Miss Lenka. I’m here.

When you see the flags of St George, you’ll know it’s your end.

Phew, fuck your bearded father!

Don’t worry, it’ll be a fair fight, like Lemon and I had once, one-on-one.

- What did you train in? - Rhythmic gymnastics. As a boy.

Mirko, the deal wasn’t that we take part in violence.

We don’t fight.

That’s why we hired you.

You don’t fight, but you scratch, pull, cry and throw tantrums.

Now we’re going to change that.

Tomorrow we’re getting up at 6. So go to bed.

In a one-on-one fight, initiative is most important.

I’ll show you a grip called Hizagatame

which made a lot of Ustashas really suffer.

And I’ll demonstrate how we won the war

by learning the techniques of immortals like Bruce Lee,

Mate Parlov and Cro Cop...

- Is this judo? - They’re hugging like aunties.

- Because of this Ustasha... - 10 euros on Lemon!

- I won’t bet on him. - I will.

I’m betting on you. Get him, Misko!

Get him now!

Judo, eh?

You fucking Serbian son of a bitch.

Come on, Misko.

I’m telling you, honey, a dick is an overvalued commodity.

Now, girls, let’s see how you go. I heard what you said.

Pay up.

Split into pairs. Where are Lolek and Bolek?

Get out.

- We’ll split into pairs. - I’d like to go with... You decide.

Want me to take Azem?

- Are you fags? - No.

- I said one straight with one fag. - Gay.

- Okay, one gay and one what? - Straight.

Whatever.

You’re so jealous of your partner, you’ll poke his eyes out.

So you’ll go with this nice guy. What’s your name, Lenka?

I can’t go with her. I’m terrified of lesbians.

Come here.

I’ll go with this designer. Stand there, hold your fists up.

Radmilo, Azem can teach you a few tricks.

Come on, defend yourself.

Wait, who’s with me?

Why are you hitting me, girl?

Fuck, she’s hitting like a man.

Lemon, where’s my faggot?

Arms up like this. Be scary, be scary.

Mouth half open. You must look at your opponent.

Directly here.

What’s wrong?

What, what?

Mirko!

- Are you mad? - Horrific...

He scratched my face!

Lemon, are we going to fight or cuddle?

Some fighters... It’s obvious they’re Serbs.

Look what you’ve done! Don’t be afraid, George.

You made them cry!

Look, Lemon, I’m a top professional but this is fucking amateurism.

Mate, you know I don’t mind getting beat up, but us 4 against 400...

Lemon, these nice people don’t have any bedding.

You’re going to buy linen right now.

And since you’re such a savage, Mirko and Radmilo are going with you.

Make sure you buy something nice.

- You like it? - Yes, I like it very much.

Very nice. I’d put babies into this.

Where can I buy a lot of it? Well done, great taste, fuck.

Well done, Misko.

And easy with that drink.

Better keep it for your funeral in 2 days.

- I can’t believe you’re straight. - You really think that?

I like you too. Misko likes porn with two girls...

Terrific.

My godfather Simeon, who went to America, always seemed suspicious.

- And he had four kids, four. - I have two.

We’re advised to marry so we don’t attract attention.

- That’s good advice. - Shut up, leave the man alone.

For 20 years I’d been lying to her, every day.

And when she died...

then I confessed.

To myself and everyone else.

- This movie is a classic. - My Misko loves this movie.

Really?

Misko, Ben Hur.

Ben Hur?

Sorry.

Here’s your Ben Hur.

Charlton Heston is unbelievably handsome.

Steven Boyd is like a balm.

Who do you like more? Ben Hur or Messala?

Decide that yourself, mate.

Both. There aren’t such suave guys these days.

That’s love.

Misko, why don’t you watch the movie with us?

You should be a more tidy dog.

I know it’s for the wedding. But I have to. It’s tough.

I’ll return it.

Good evening, Uncle Lemon.

- Come for a beer. - You’re visiting our territory.

What do you want?

You can send the wedding invitation by mail.

How’s work?

As if you want to know how to weld an exhaust pipe.

Parental love is a miracle.

How many times have I asked you to work for me?

To move in with me.

- Fuck it, I’ve nothing else. - What else...

Put 100 euros on the table while I’m not watching and go.

Easier for you, easier for me.

Listen...

I know you’ve got a team to beat up fags.

I would’ve done the same... in the past.

I understand that.

But I mean, who gives a shit, let them live.

To be brief...

I had to take this job.

I’m protecting the parade.

You’ll protect the faggots? Those sickos?

I’ve protected politicians, singers and all kinds of bastards.

For your mates, to leave us alone on Sunday.

Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you and their money.

Listen, son,

you and your mother never ask where the money comes from.

I work like a fucking horse and you all screw me.

I guess it’s a blow job with these new clients.

Leave my son alone.

Take that money. We don’t need anything from you.

I bought that gun for your birthday.

You used to aim it lower when you were angry.

I was a kid.

Tamara, did you like our wedding?

The trumpets, the fun and all that.

It was okay, right?

I’m just asking.

The wedding was great, but the next 15 years...

really sucked.

- Does it hurt? - A little.

- Let me see. - It’s nothing.

Just a minor family argument.

- My son... - He’ll be there?

Tomorrow, father and son will fight each other over mere stupidity.

No offence, that’s how I see it.

Me too.

I’m also scared to death.

So why do all this?

I think you know already.

In the end, it seems you and me are very similar.

You guys are okay. You’re not at all...

Infectious, eh?

No, not that... I mean you’re normal like us.

When you’re ready to join a line to support something or someone,

that’s the only thing that counts.

- It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or... - We’ll get beaten up.

Have some whiskey.

You’re cured.

See, now no one will identify you.

Come on, get him!

Commandant, be careful. I’m betting on you.

Lajos is our colleague.

A retired police dog. Now he works for money.

He’s dangerous in an oral confrontation.

Like some women, who I respect.

Put 1000 on Lajos and remind them dog fights are illegal.

Let’s get out of here.

Come on... I hear you’ve grown quite sensitive.

- Are you pulling my leg? - No.

I swear I’ve never heard anything funnier in my life.

After singers and war profiteers

our Serbian hero, Lemon, is protecting faggots.

Please, excuse me...

100 cops for 2 hours so everything goes okay.

First of all, you need at least 400. The Croats had almost 1000.

What do you want?

The car business?

It’s yours.

And I want your dogs not to touch my dog.

- Anything else? - What?

I hear your woman is like Lajos. Dangerous in an oral contest.

We can really fuck you now.

You’re in a high-risk group.

Okay, thank you.

You can’t help. When you could have, you fucked up.

Know what? I feel sorry for you.

And for me. My soul hurts.

I’ll find him. You know me.

No one can escape from me.

Bye. Greetings to your folks.

Hello, Polenta.

You asked around... and?

Nothing. Bye.

Mate, if Lemon is missing, I won’t blow hard in Belgrade.

You guys, come on, time to go.

- I’ll be waiting outside. - Oh, shut up.

Fuck it.

Let me know if you find out anything.

Take this, to remember us.

- I’ve no one else to call. - I knew this wouldn’t work.

- Lemon wouldn’t run away. Never. - You’re right, fag Radmilo.

He saved my family in the war. He could’ve lost his head for that.

A man like that never runs. He’s not a faggot like us.

Hello?

Yes?

What is it now? Are we going?

Good.

They found him... my colleagues in E.R.

He’s there, he’s not good.

Let’s go.

- You have to go to reception first. - Get lost.

Misko...

- How are you? - Fine, fine.

Like someone fucked me a little.

But not guys like you.

You don’t use the same technique.

Don’t exert yourself. You have three broken ribs.

Only three?

Even cops aren’t what they used to be.

Hey, I want to say for myself and Radmilo,

in fact, for all of us,

fuck it, we apologise.

Cut the crap.

Tomorrow you’ll walk like a proud man.

Like a proud faggot.

- What will he do? - That’s my promise.

- Enough of babysitting. - Don’t!

Those faggots won’t do it,

I mean the straight and gay ones...

the gay ones are double faggots.

But there’s one condition.

I’ll sleep in my own bed tonight with my own wife.

And now, a little bit of rock.

“Swear to me, my lucky superstar,

“that no one can...”

Yeah, mate...

“... break us apart.”

Come on, even if you’re faggots you’re people too, cheers!

“No one can do anything to us, we’re stronger than destiny...”

Thank God I’m not straight.

But they’re still cute, in a way.

Come for Pride.

Later we’ll play our own stuff and we’ll really dance.

I’ll dance with Roko.

Come on, we’re going too.

- Did I fuck up too much? - No.

- Does it hurt? - No.

Why do you lie?

It hurts, but just a bit.

Go and park the car somewhere. It could get damaged.

- Misko, will it be dangerous? - No.

So much fuss about these 20 ballerinas.

Here. See you at lunch.

I love you, Misko.

I love you too.

Azim, take out the equipment.

Lemon, Muslim, Ustasha, faggot Radmilo...

We made it.

Seems this criminal investment paid off.

Kill the fags, kill the fags!

Kill, kill the faggots!

Only you could have made this possible for me.

What?

To fuck up Serbs in the middle of Belgrade.

Remember and re-live.

Your dad is there.

I’ll kill you, you disgusting bastards.

Fuck Pride.

Move it.

Faggots stay faggots.

God bless you, heroes, can I leave?

Here, sister, you’re a loyal Serbian faggot and patriot.

We’ll be fucked.

I’ve had enough.

Stop, stop... Wait, people.

Please, before you decide to go look at these people.

Madman!

This is no longer a straight or gay issue.

There are two Serbias.

That Serbia forces you every day to be something you’re not.

It forces you to have six different acts,

one each for parents, friends, colleagues, the street...

It forces you to be something you’re not.

It drains your energy.

I know we’ll be beaten up today like we never have been

but that’s better than the humiliation we suffer all our fucking lives.

Come on now, you fools.

Make way, you screaming morons. Do you ever shower?

Give me that.

Crazy woman...

If I survive this, we’ll have the wedding you want. And I’ll survive that too.

Oh, and I parked in Zone 1, so hurry up.

Now remember everything I taught you. And remember it well.

- Exactly seven of us. - Like in The Magnificent Seven.

You bald moron.

Are you sure?

Move it!

Not on the face, you moron.

Go away, boy!

- Watch out, Dad. - Take this, son.

What the fuck are you doing?

Come here.

No way!

You like faggots, Ustasha?

You won’t get the flag!

Mirko!

Cops! Run, run!

Woman, cops!

Fuck...

- You fight well for a kid. - And you for a redneck.

- Let me see... - It’s from yesterday.

- Where are you, mate? - Why interfere now, motherfucker?

Human rights are my area. I studied that.

My partner had a dream.

He believed till the end...

He believed till the end...

He believed till the end

that one should walk through the city with head held up as a free man

without fear of being abused and humiliated

just because he was different.

And in the end he proved it.

He went out into the street and no one humiliated him.

one year later

So you made it.

What a triumph.

A few hundred of us protected by 5000 police.

Fuck it, you’re a problem.

And tomorrow they’ll bash us in the streets.

You can always come to me and learn judo.

And your colleagues.

When I train you, you won’t need cops.

Great.

I’m here because of him.

Same as you’re here because of me.

Because of you two, things will never be the same.

- Let me show you how to fuck, faggot. - Shut up, cunt!

- What, you’ve grown more gentle? - Cut the crap.

5600 police guarded the first “successful” gay parade.

6000 hooligans and neo-Nazis didn’t manage to reach the participants.

207 people were injured.

In the 4-hour-long conflict, the city centre was trashed.

On the streets of Belgrade

people are still beaten up just for being different.

“Amidst rifles and bayonets,

“Guards are all around us.

“Our troops are moving quietly...”

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