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Belgrade

You were excellent.

Are you tired, darling? - No. - That was the best one.

He was excellent. Wait for me in front. - I will.

Toza called, he said we should go to the café. - Let's go.

Really? I don't want to mess it up. - Really. Goca is waiting in front.

Just tell him that we're going.

Pretty boy? It was good, huh? - Excellent.

Are you good? - Excellent.

Then let's go to the café. - Yes, with Tozovac.

Forget Tozovac, we're going with the sponsors. - Alright.

Who brought the roses? - I don't know. We're waiting for you.

Loser!

Now you'll see, loser.

Shame on you, loser.

Calm down, Novica.

Tomo, son, step aside.

You could be a little more careful, you know.

Me? Be careful? Damn it, and your performance.

We're going to be late. - Help me. He won't be able to make a living from singing.

Pretty boy! Go to hell!

Call a doctor or an ambulance. Damn it. Pretty boy!

Do you hear me? Why are you standing there like a statue? Go on stage.

A new flag will be waving

above our homes then.

The worker and the farmer will be equal,

for they both work and strive alike.

Stay awake.

Slowly, warm me. Breathe.

Look at me. Look at me. - Breathe.

Look at me. Quick, call a doctor.

Look at me. Stay awake. Breathe.

Doctor! We have an emergency case.

I'm done. Kovačević is on duty. - It's urgent!

Can you hear me? What's your name?

What's your name?

TOMA

Say your name. Why are you shy? - Toma.

Tomo, they say the best singers are the ones who are shy to sing.

I'm Goran. I work here at the amateur theater.

I would love for you to sing me something.

Have you ever been in love?

Imagine you're singing to a girl you're in love with.

Stop, stop!

Zdravković, what you're doing isn't worth a damn.

Maybe James Dean can do that because he's handsome.

You do realize you're ugly, right?

The first thing people notice about you is your nose. Get out of my sight until tomorrow.

Leskovac

What a pair of breasts!

You know what busty women want? - What?

A man with a big nose. - Idiot, get inside!

Performing SILVANA

Fools, didn't I say to move the stage to the left?

It is to the left. - To my left, you idiot. Leave space for the bassist.

What's the point if no one listens to him?

Shut up, fool. You know nothing about music.

Where have you been, idiot? - I'm here, boss.

Better if your father had screwed me over than sent you to this place.

If you're late again, you’ll be sent back to your theater,

let them feed you there. Take care of the stage. - Right away.

I said to my left.

My gypsy girl,

tonight I am sad.

Sing me a song.

Heal my wounds.

So, a Montenegrin and a Japanese man are on the Titanic,

when it starts sinking. The Japanese guy says:

Let’s do something.

And the Montenegrin replies: "You Japanese always want to do something."

Good morning. - Good morning, professor.

Put out the cigarette. Good morning.

Doctor Hadži Popović. - Nice to meet you, Toma Hadži Zdravković.

You see, comrade… Zdravković.

We ran some tests. We need to wait for the results.

You’ll need to stay in the hospital. Are you married?

Is that the cause of my condition? I can get divorced right away.

I'm asking if someone can bring you slippers and other things.

The doctor sees that I'm a pushover.

This is my wife. Goca! The doctor wants us to get divorced.

What did they say? Is it the bladder? - It's nothing.

Please, step outside. - Last night, you told us to come in the morning.

Out. - Get out.

I said get out.

That guy in the pink jacket is to blame for everything. Just go.

Get him ready for an X-ray. Take his temperature.

No need, I’m as cold as a spritzer.

Let’s drink this little water and go to the concert.

Unfortunately, you won’t be able to attend. Return the tickets.

This is my concert. What’s wrong with you?

Yes, you're a singer. My apologies. - I’m not. Cune is the singer.

Cune Gojković. God knows what I am.

Tell Cune to sing without you tonight.

Alright. Forget about Cune, this is my...

Your hands are ice cold.

The concert is out of the question. First, we determine the treatment,

then we’ll see. - Fine.

Get it done by six. I need to be at the Union Hall by seven.

Rest. - Okay.

Don’t move your arm, it will hurt.

Hold my hand, it will make me feel better. - Can we?

You're not pale. - Should we cancel the concert, Lepi?

Don't cancel anything. - I'm ready.

Novica is ready. - Don't touch anything.

Are you sure? - Yes.

Oh, my gypsy girl,

tonight I am sad.

Leskovac

tonight I am sad.

Sing me a song.

Heal my wounds.

Let your hair down.

Forget about that gypsy chick. The real one is here. - Silvana?

Damn mud. - Guys, last stop.

Šerba, give me a rag. - I’m completely stuck, damn it.

I'll do it. "Dalape," huh?

What do you know about Dalape? - I know.

Welcome, comrades, artists. Sava Videnović, manager

and director of this modern hospitality venue, Radan.

It sure is modern, damn it.

Sava Videnović. - Silvana, singer.

We know, we've heard of you.

We're not peasants. Come inside.

Silvana, should I carry your suitcases? - Yes, please.

I'll do it.

What are you doing with the accordion? - The C key isn't working.

Oh, so you know what a C is, monkey. - Brandy to relax?

Thanks, I don’t drink before a performance. I take care of my vocal cords.

I’d take care of those too.

I've put up posters all over Leskovac three times.

There's a lot of interest in your performance.

I like your optimism. - We got it for half the price.

We've got everything—veal, liver, and kebabs, whatever you want.

I'd rather rest first. It was a long journey here.

Escort the comrade to her room. - When is rehearsal?

Soundcheck is at six.

If you need anything...

I'm Toma.

I sing too, you know?

Do you have an iron?

An iron?

We'll find one.

Do we have an iron?

What kind of iron? - Silvana needs it.

Why didn’t she ask me? Go borrow one from the neighbor, Jaca.

Come in.

Bravo. Help me, dear.

Tighten this here.

I’ll turn it on.

Hold here and pull. - I will.

Like this?

Have you been singing for long?

Yes. Since I was sixteen.

I sing too. In an amateur theater. I act and sing.

Bravo, I wish you success. - I also sing in this café.

Only for a selected audience.

You don't choose the audience. The audience chooses you.

Why should we hide our love,

when I must

belong to you?

My heart

is no longer mine.

It belongs to you, my dear.

Why are you staring like a calf? Get to work!

Slacking off, huh? Come here.

Step here and watch. - Watch what?

If she will come.

Damn, what an idiot.

Oh, my gypsy girl.

Let my youth fade away

without tears in my eyes.

Hey, youth,

why are you fading?

Hey, old age,

you are coming too fast.

Hey, youth...

Forget that, Sava will kick us out like dogs.

I don’t care, I’ll leave anyway. - Will you go back to Pečenjevce?

I’ll never return there. - Will you sleep on a park bench again?

They’re going to build a monument in that park.

Why would they build a monument for you?

Because I’ll die in the next war. - Get lost, Rama.

Fine, then you can carry this yourself. - Drive.

Toma, right?

Toma.

What kind of name is Silvana?

Have you heard of *Bitter Rice*?

There’s no bitter rice. Every rice is sweet if you cook it right.

It’s a movie, you fool. Haven’t you seen it?

I don’t watch Chinese movies. Only local ones.

And Italian ones, because of the beautiful women.

See, I took my name from one of those women.

Silvana Mangano. She was in *Bitter Rice*.

They’ll make a movie about me one day too. - Look at you.

A monument and a movie, huh?

You aim high. - I take my chances wherever I can.

Give me some brandy.

I heard you singing.

I told you, I sing for a select audience.

Would you sing with me? Tomorrow night?

For a wider audience?

I’d do anything with you.

But my boss won’t allow it. - Leave the boss to me.

As you say.

Which song were you singing earlier?

I’ve never heard it before. - It’s mine.

Look at that. You write songs too.

I tried writing too, but I can’t do it.

How do you do it? - Want me to show you?

Like this.

First, I have to take off my clothes.

To give space to the soul.

Then I need to find a girl.

A beautiful one.

And hold her hand.

That stirs emotions. And that’s where it begins.

Do you hear it?

I don’t hear it, I feel it.

Then I have to kiss her.

We’re not kissing, Toma. Just singing.

Wear a suit tomorrow.

Don’t tell mom. - I won’t.

She’ll feel it, you know her.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she showed up. - Here, tickets for the concert.

Bring your friends, I’ll let them in through the back door.

Does the doctor know about this? - Yeah, of course.

He’ll find out when we get back anyway.

Come on, you look great.

Where did you get that suit? - Silvana bought it.

She really dressed you up! Here, this is from me.

A little lucky charm. - Don’t mess with me.

I’m not. My father carried it until a tree fell on him.

Kidding. A tractor ran him over. It helps with the voice.

I dream only of him,

I only want him,

I want to share my fate only with him.

So please understand, dear mother,

only with him

will I always be happy.

Thank you.

Last night, I accidentally discovered that in this café,

a talented young man is hiding.

You haven’t heard him yet, because he sings only for select audiences.

I convinced him to sing a song for you.

It is my honor to introduce

Toma Zdravković!

What’s this now?

This is a song we have all forgotten.

E minor.

It’s midnight, I’m alone again.

It’s midnight,

I know no one.

My heart grieves tonight,

because it doesn’t hear your words.

I have no more reason to love.

I have no one to tell me how to move on.

Days pass by, summers fade away.

Hey, my cursed fate.

My heart grieves tonight,

because it doesn’t hear your words.

Tuzla, 1958.

Toma Zdravković, for the first time in Tuzla.

Make sure no one records him. I'll lose my mind.

Come on, we're closing.

Bravo, comrades, artists.

That's the spirit. Culture, art, education!

With big steps, straight into communism.

Now everyone, go to bed.

Šerba, leave the booze.

He's like my old man: Not this, not that. Screw him.

This is for you.

And this is for you.

All this for me? - Of course.

We escaped poverty. - I was never poor.

Careful, or the money will fly away. - Where to?

That fool doesn’t know money has wings.

Money is supposed to fly away...

What did you run from, if not poverty?

I won’t sing in cafés all my life.

I want to see the world.

Well, let's do it then.

Let's do it.

Let's go to Italy. That's where your Silvana is from.

Magnano. – First to Trieste, then to Venice.

Shall we try? – We can even go to San Remo.

They have the best festival there. – Sure. Wherever you want.

First Venice, then San Remo. Imagine a boat.

We sail, we sing, we earn.

Yeah. If only life had a replay!

One life to live as you want.

And another to live as you must.

Leave the door unlocked.

My Tomo.

If you left the door unlocked for everyone...

I'm not everyone.

You're not.

What am I to you?

You're my favorite singer.

Good morning.

Good day, singer. Morning is long gone for workers.

Where is everyone? – They went to the lake.

And I took Silvana early to the train for Germany.

You didn't know?

She got a gig. She wanted some Deutsche Marks.

She said you’d take over here. Period.

Here’s the contract. Sorry, I typed over some letters.

You get a room, food, and you sing every day except Sunday.

Did she leave an address? Did she say anything?

Are you in love?

My comrade singer, falling in love is bourgeois nonsense.

In communism, everything is available. We have beautiful girls for you here.

Also hotel ones. Comrades.

I can arrange one for you today.

I need to love a little too. – Love?

My singer, screw that. Sign the contract.

Dear mother, gather me a bouquet of white roses.

Wrap them, beautiful flowers, with a black ribbon,

so I can take them to my beloved on her deathbed.

So I can kiss her lips,

dead, dark.

Comrade Zdravković.

This is not a café.

This is a hospital. – Good morning.

Who is this? – The late Kalezić.

Hey, Zoki! Get up.

Why am I in the hospital? – We're waiting for the results. Get up.

There's nothing wrong with you. Leave. – Zoki, buy some ćevapčiči and pljeskavica

for me and the doctor so we can eat.

Five or ten? – Get out.

Even though I forbade it, you had a concert last night.

I'm a professional. Like you in your field.

People paid to hear me.

They wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t show up and stayed here.

Maybe they'd forgive me if I died. Maybe not.

Comrade Zdravković, sit down. – It was a good concert. I didn’t feel pain.

My back hurt, probably because of the shoes.

Otherwise, the concert was excellent. Maybe the best one. – You have a tumor.

Damn it.

So, it’s back.

What do you mean?

Have you been treated before?

Yes, in Chicago.

Damn it.

Well.

Even the tumor can’t do without me, let alone the audience.

You know, not all is lost yet.

At the council, we discussed removing the bladder. – No way.

Forget about that immediately. – If you don’t allow it...

That’s what they said in Chicago too.

Should I hold a microphone in one hand and a bag in the other?

If you don’t get treated, you’ll die soon.

So what! Then I'll die.

Just radiation... – Then radiate me.

It's not that effective.

Radiate me during concerts. – No, there won't be any concerts.

I have to sing. – You can't.

I have to sing. My soul wants me to sing.

I'll die here; treating me will be in vain.

Alright.

Doctor?

Will I...

Will I live until the end of summer? I have a tour across Yugoslavia.

I'd like to carry it out.

No one can tell you that.

Finish this, please.

Come to the concert. – No.

I think I'm on duty. – I'll arrange it so you're not.

No, no.

I don't listen to folk music. – This isn't about folk.

This is my music. – I need to talk to my wife.

Both of you come. I'll pick you up. – No, no.

Leave two tickets. – There are none; the concert is sold out.

At 7:30 in front of the Trade Union Hall. I'll take you inside.

Just get me through the summer.

That fool forgot about us. – He'll come. Have a little faith in people.

What do you know about faith in people? What a cliché. – Come on, Aleksa.

I'm a fool for coming. Let's go home.

Here we are. – Good evening.

Sorry to keep you waiting. Goca, nice to meet you.

I told you he'd come. And you said he wouldn't.

You're late for your own concert. – They won't start without him.

Exactly. – Ljiljana, the doctor's wife.

Nice to meet you, I'm Toma. Well done, doctor.

Does my husband listen to you? – He's not easy.

And you are? Don't mess around. – We get it.

We need to soften the doctor up a bit.

It won't be easy. – I told Toma you two should come to dinner to celebrate.

Celebrate what? – His release from the hospital.

We'll definitely come, Goca. – I'll hold you to that.

Should I bring the audience outside? You're late.

We're waiting for you.

We survived the summer, we were together.

We walked by the sea and dreamed.

But the sea is the sea, restless and blue,

like your hair and your eyes.

Autumn is already here, but you are not.

I can't stand it. It's too loud.

Alright, go. Just take the key out.

I can wait for you outside. - No need, just go.

Autumn is already here, but you are not.

You must have found a new love.

And I traded the gray autumn for summer.

And I curse the sea and the sad summer.

No, no, it's not good. Wait.

It's fine.

No, no. Try it like this. - How?

And then? - Just faster.

Good intro.

It'll be a serious song.

Are you kidding me? Where have you been?

Are you still mad at me?

No, why? - I left without saying goodbye.

Damn, I didn't know what to say to you.

I came to propose something. - I can't.

You don't even know what I'll say. - That we should run away together?

No. Something better.

Is there something better? What?

I want to introduce you to someone in Belgrade. Drda.

He works in the Belgrade music scene. He arranged a recording for me.

I'll get an award for a young folk music talent.

Bravo.

I only told him good things about you.

You don't know the best thing about me. - I'd like to hear it.

I arranged for you to sing at the award ceremony.

Here's the address and my phone number.

See you in three days in Belgrade?

Why didn't you tell me this over the phone?

Then I wouldn't have seen you.

Good evening. Toma Zdravković.

You dressed up, bravo! - Did I overdo it?

A little. But it's too late now. You look handsome. - Thanks.

What's the guitar for? - For a performance.

You'll sing, not play.

I had something in mind... - Drda.

That's... - Toma?

A great nose for a career. I like it. - What a career! I'm not for it.

You're welcome, honey. Uncle Drda will take care of everything.

I'm just kidding. But a career is a wonderful thing.

Ask Silvano. Isn't that right? - That's right. What you say is true.

Good song. Toza is good.

Watch and learn, Tomo.

I arranged for him to win the award. Between us.

Beautiful, being a singer these days means...

It's like jumping into the water without a boat.

That's why you have to build the boat in the water.

There are leaks everywhere, and you're fumbling around and plugging the holes.

Why are you building a boat in the water? - That's what they say. Beautiful!

Congratulations, colleague. - Thank you.

I got this microphone three years ago.

I have it in the bathroom, to pull the curtain for me.

Everyone can see it there. Excuse me.

Lepa Lukić, Toma Marković, our young singer.

If everything is like this nose, you're good.

The stage is a small swamp, full of crocodiles, as the Romans said.

Toza! Congratulations. - Why are you congratulating me?

You should have won it last year. So they pushed Cuneta forward.

Let Cuneta go. Our young singer, Toma... - Zdravković.

Predrag Živković-Tozovac.

He's just like Silvana, only... - No boobs.

Listen to him and do the opposite, of what he tells you.

Don't talk like that. - Comrade Obrad.

Dragan Daković Drda.

Are you coming to Madero? - No, I'm not going there.

Okay. Me neither, but... - See you.

Let's check on Jugoton.

This is Obrad Jovović. The head of Jugoton.

If he blesses us, we've won. Wait here. Toza.

Tomo. Radmilo Armenulić, tennis player.

This is Toma Zdravković, the young hope of folk music.

Aren't you the young hope?

Do you watch tennis? - Radmilo and I met in Germany.

He happened to come when I was singing.

You "sang", not "sang"?

Good evening. I'm Miča Orlović. - Silvanče. Excuse me.

I'll present the award for the young hope of folk music.

Silvana Barjaktarević accepts it!

Thank you!

This is a really important moment for me.

I haven't met any tennis players yet.

It's a sophisticated sport. Not many people watch it.

Beautiful, are you ready?

Instead of singing to you, I would like to introduce

to the new young hope of folk music.

It is my honor to announce Toma Zdravkovič.

Your turn.

Good evening.

The order came to put a few more beds in each room.

Do it. I'll be right there.

You've barely gotten up, and you've already lit a cigarette.

That's my favorite.

You ran away last night.

Who knows when you came, when the wife came so late.

Ljilja is a real lioness.

A lioness.

How are you feeling?

I feel best when I don't think about how I feel.

What hurts you? - Soul.

What hurts you?

Do you heal the soul, doctor?

When you learn to heal the soul, let me know.

Then you will become a real doctor Yaga Baba.

You mention the soul a lot.

Are you religious? - No.

I'm just sad.

Me too.

That's why I'm putting you through.

The radiation has been postponed to another hour.

Get some rest.

Don't forget dinner.

Goca won't stop trying.

Doctor, take some more.

Under a palm tree on the seashore

They say goodbye to tearful eyes.

The morning is already turning red.

Come on, doctor.

She cries, he kisses her tenderly.

Just a little. Cheers. - Just one glass.

Just break it.

From tomorrow, summer will be

only a memory will remain.

The song got me carried away. I apologize.

Goca, I can have it. - Sit down, I will.

I ​​will. - No, I will.

When we were in America, Toma sang in a café.

He said: If I don't see you, being happy, I won't sing.

I thought he was joking. But he really stopped singing.

So I was happy and I was breaking glasses.

The next day I went to the doctor. He told me I was pregnant.

I quickly went to find Tom, but he was in the casino.

I haven't found it for two days! - I need to come up with a better story.

Tomo, are you really that much of a gambler? - They're lying, Ljiki.

If I didn't hide the money,

we'd be eating empty sandwiches.

I have one habit.

Okay, I smoke. Sometimes I drink.

I don't chase women.

Okay. Doctor. - No, I can't.

Not anymore. Doctor, tell him. - I am, but it doesn't help.

I'm good. And even when I'm not, I make up for it.

We were going to leave. - Where? They didn't take anything.

I'm making coffee, Ljilja? - No, it's late.

What will we do if Toma has made us so angry? - That's right, Ljiki.

How about we go to the cafe now!

Let's go! Cune is eating in Skadarlija.

You brought the doctor to the cafe like Mick Jagger.

He wanted to go to the cafe anyway.

Ljiljana, the doctor's wife. Ljilja the dragon. - Tozovac.

Good evening everyone.

What are you going to drink, doctor? - Nothing. Water.

You'll have a hard time getting water in this cafe.

I'll be the brandy. - That's how it's done.

Beautiful. - Davorin and Kebo.

Singer. What are you talking about? I'm calling that guy.

Tomiča, you die in a hundred episodes just like in "Dynasty".

I'd like to speed it up, but he won't let me.

Come to Sarajevo. -We'll take care of you like a hajji.

Let someone replace me. You do it. - She'll be beautiful.

Lepa sings for free only in the shower.

Kale, have you recorded any songs? - I've already sung Tamburaše,

I can do it again if you want. - Give it to me, Tomo. - I won't.

Please.

I know how to love,

I know how to sing and dream.

Because you and I

We are different worlds.

Because you and I,

Who knows,

Who knows.

It was raining, and I was crying for her.

Stop, please.

You're drunk, stop. - Let me go!

I'm dying, Aleksa.

I'm sick.

Belgrade

I know, Lepi.

It's not worth half a dick.

Your songs are sad, quiet.

Who will listen to this?

I have another one in the drawer. - Great. Let it stay there.

Television, Lepi! If you want to be on television, you have to have a hit.

Toza goes to Ilidža with the song

"Violina, ne igraj".

He's also trying.

He has rhythm, he has a double. He plays well.

People like it. - I like Tom's songs.

Nobody asked you anything. Did you get flowers for Silvana?

Yes, they're waiting for you downstairs. - Is Ilidža on TV?

Yes. - Let's go there

You don't have a vibrator. This is Bosnia. - But I have a vibrator, Drda.

Let it stay in the same drawer as the song.

Fuck, I'd rather be a butcher. - I can fix that for you anytime.

Genes are a miracle.

Those eyes,

the eyes of a woman.

Why didn't you tell us where you were taking us?

What are you missing? The drink is free. - You can take a shit too.

The drink is free, but I feel a slight radiation of brain cells.

Tomo, is this your poet friend? -Yes.

How are you? Mihailo? - Mika.

Mika, when are you going to write me a poem?

Your music is too gentle for my verses.

You're kidding, huh? If I wave to you, you'll see how gentle you'll be.

My mother told me nicely, that I should be a farmer, not like you here.

Comrade artists, how are you? - Everything is going smoothly for you.

It shows in me. - I told you.

Comrade Radmilović, you're my favorite actor.

Performer of plays. - That's possible too.

This is Drda, my manager. Mika Antič, poet.

I've been reading. - What have you been reading?

A poem. - Which one?

"The Blonde Curler".

What are you laughing at? This is the best song.

You know, Drnda... - Drda.

When will our Toma become famous?

We need money for the café.

It'll be hard, he sings sad songs.

Please pay attention.

Dear guests, I hope you are having fun and having a good time.

I would like to tell you something about Radmilo.

Radmilo proposed to me today.

But I haven't agreed yet.

I'll see how he does the dishes tonight.

Who are you hiding from? From me or the cake?

Dessert and brandy don't go together.

How do you live?

As best I can.

I sing, I drink. I write songs.

At least you can write songs.

I sing what they give me.

Crumbs from the table, huh?

Are you happy?

Happy people don't write songs.

If you want to write poems,

you have to get dirty.

Get really dirty.

I avoid that mud.

I won't come to the wedding, Silvana.

Why not?

Because I imagined your wedding differently.

When you leave Vienna, put six boxes of Kent in Šaban's suitcase.

If they get him, fuck him. He's a gypsy anyway.

He's just acting crazy.

What are you doing?

- Here's the poem.

What song, you fool? - For Ilidza. Listen.

Autumn is sad in my place,

when the yellow leaves take everything away.

Because there is no one, not even you,

to bring back love and our dreams.

Go, go, my dear beloved.

My dear beloved.

What a nose! Does he have a gun license?

Your colleague has a gun license, but from a different background.

He sings from the heart, damn it. - He's good.

Is this your little one? - Yes, see you in Madeira.

First prize for the best song of the Ilidža festival goes to

Tomo Zdravković!

Belgrade

Drda.

Get up.

Give me some money. - What kind of money?

Money.

What kind of money? - Since last night.

Can you be quiet?

- Go to your mother's pussy.

I gave you the fee when we went to the casino.

You gave me the money in front of the casino and left me alone?

I'm not your mother. - Lend it to me.

Here you go. That's all I have.

You gave me that?

- The party's over.

Let's go. Out. Get ready. Get up.

Get up. Who is this?

What's up, Mom? Eat.

Shall we order something else?

You don't like this? - I'm not hungry.

I ate on the bus.

I'd like to watch you.

I'm fine.

How are you?

How is Pečenjevci? - How it should be!

As always.

And Dad? Did he watch me on TV? -He watches everything.

He's pretending.

- How's he doing?

He's exhausted. He doesn't do anything around the house anymore. I have to do everything myself.

Is the news helping you?

The news does more harm than good.

They took him to the correctional facility in Kruševac.

They caught him stealing.

I raised you well.

I can count on it, it's the end of the shift. - Call Dolet.

He's not here.

- Call Rade. Are you new?

Yes. - I'll sign.

What about it? - The bill. I pay at the end of the month.

I can't. - I won't run away from you.

Call someone who's here. - There's no one, I have to count.

Let me go, Mom. - Here you go.

You sing well? You know what my wife and I like? "Violin, don't play."

That's Tozovac singing, not me.

He's good too. Put away your cigarettes.

How long has it been since you last saw each other? - A very long time.

I'll show it to you now.

Wait. I'd like to recognize it myself.

What did I say about cigarettes?

The last time I saw you was on TV. When there was a festival.

Good song.

I like the one about the gypsy woman better.

Where did we get this music? From the house in Pečenjevci.

From the house. - From the house?

You know,

when it starts to rain

and the rain is rattling in the gutters?

You're banging the house with castanets.

You bang and bang and wake up the boss.

Who woke up the boss? - You.

You wake him up when you stamp your feet.

Are you kidding me? Do you still have them?

You're leaving in ten days.

I'm not going back to Pečenjevci.

You're coming to me.

There was no peace on the Croatian battlefield today either.

The worst fighting is in western Slavonia.

They confirmed the massacre of 120 residents from a village

in the vicinity of Podravska Slatina.

In The Hague unofficial talks of the six presidents of the republics...

What's the matter, sister? What's bothering you? - How much do you have left?

20 concerts will probably be enough. - I'm thinking of radiation.

You know that. Where's my chemotherapy?

Second floor on the left.

See you tomorrow? - Sorry, here, yes.

Here you go, ma'am.

Zdravković.

What are you doing here?

I came to see you. Or rather, to hug you.

Why?

I've heard about Ljiljana.

Then you should hug her, not me.

She doesn't have much time left.

No way. Pay for the vacation and take your wife on a trip.

What kind of vacation? - Take her somewhere, cheer her up.

Zdravković...

My wife is so sick,

that soon she won't be able to go to the hospital.

Let alone a trip! - Then to a concert.

Zdravković.

You're like an animal that satisfies its instincts.

As if evolution hasn't affected you.

You're starting to tickle me.

I'm kidding, doctor. I just came to help.

You're going to help me? How?

Should I become an alcoholic like you?

Should I wander around the slums

and not come home for days?

Should I drink? And that?

No.

You don't have to drink.

I know that Ljiljani would like to prolong his life at any cost, but...

Life is not measured by the number of years,

but by how much life you put into each day.

What do you put into your day?

Cafés, gambling, whores, alcohol?

If only I could have a library too! I have a gypsy soul.

Soul. Soul is a lie,

made up by the weak,

so that they can fall asleep more easily at night, drunk and shitty.

Those who can't accept the truth.

That goes for you too.

Fuck it.

I thought we were done.

We have nothing more to talk about.

I didn't come to chat.

I came to hug you.

We're done. Go.

And take the roses away.

I didn't bring them.

I'm glad we met.

Something tells me it's not a coincidence.

It would have been better if I had waited a little than if we had never met.

I'm sorry we met so late.

But everything in my life was late.

Listen up, people. We'll

arrive in Valjevo just before the concert.

Look, I won't chase you around the bars.

We'll sleep in Bajina Bašta. We're also having a concert there.

The day after tomorrow, there are two concerts in Užice, at five and nine.

So you're paying double, right?

Dragan Daković Drda, the manager, makes me happy.

Lepa is coming.

Give me an interview. - No. I'm fed up with statements.

I finally got pissed. - Toza?

Comrade Tozovac, do you like to sing about women?

A boy and a girl made a bet,

that they would sleep together but not touch each other.

Here's some erotica. - Thank you.

Comrade Silvana. There's been talk lately that

you're in a secret relationship with director Dragoslav Lazic

and that's why you got the role in the series?

What kind of question is that? - Our readers are interested.

Shame on you. - What's the problem?

I'm doing my job. - Is that how you do it?

My heart is a violin.

Why do you touch it, if you can't play?

Don't spoil the most beautiful sounds,

Instead of a song, you'll hear screams.

One more, please. - I've sung my repertoire.

If you want more, pay. - 50 marks.

How much? - Will 70 be okay?

Let your mother sing for this money. - Please.

Go to your mother's pussy. - Sweetheart? Beautiful?

Please come out and talk. - What?

Anything, cheers. You're great.

Toza, please sing another song.

I've already sung. I'm not a jukebox. - You've always been a lion.

No way. - Tomo! Please, darling.

Sing another song. - Where's Silvana?

In the dressing room. The journalist pissed her off. - I'll fix it.

Someone has to go on stage. - Wait! - Okay, sorry.

Zoki, sing.

I sang the only one I have.

Let's do it again so they can memorize it. - I'll fix it.

What's wrong, Silvana?

I won't sing, Tomo.

- Why not?

I can't do it anymore.

- Don't be a dick.

You said there would be no kissing, just a song. Don't take the song.

Get ready, I'll be waiting for you on stage.

Fuck, I screwed up. - When you're stingy.

Everyone's pointing the finger at me.

Colleagues, journalists.

Like I'm the biggest whore.

My career's not going anywhere.

I haven't had a good song in a long time.

Remember when we used to dream of Italy, where I could sing?

I should have chosen this life.

I can still do it.

I can really do it?

We don't have many chances anymore, Silvana.

What good will life be to us?

That one was better. Give it another try.

That, brother!

What song is that?

Where are you going?

What would my life be, if I didn't have her, mother.

I don't want another love.

I dream about her almost every night.

She's here, in my heart.

Tonight my heart it hurts,

tonight my soul hurts.

It's hard when you love.

When you are alone.

What a song, Tomo!

Shit, this is my song.

I was thinking of you when I wrote it.

Did you write this song for me?

I dedicated it to you.

My song? - Yes.

Will you give it to me?

I won't change anything, I'll sing like this:

What would my life be like without you, darling.

Here's a toast, Tomo.

What a song you wrote for me!

You don't know what a hit it will be.

Where are you going, Tomo?

What do you care? You got the song.

Wait.

I didn't mean it like that. - Me neither.

But apparently it is.

Sing it sincerely, from your heart.

It's going to be a big hit.

Belgrade

You've already hit something.

Look at him, doctor.

Where are you, handsome?

What are you doing here?

You haven't been home for three days. What are you doing? - I'm playing,

I lose, I win. Give me a chair so we can play.

Take him away. - Where should he take me? We're going to play.

Give him back the money so he can go. - What money?

I'm not an Indian, to give me money back. Play.

Even when I lose, I win. - I'll ban you from the casino.

You'll ban me! This guy banned me from everything.

This guy banned me from the casino. If they could, they'd ban me from living.

The last YLA soldiers have left the Pleso Barracks near Zagreb.

Eat this soup.

What soup! I can't. - A spoonful, two.

They've been feeding me soup since dawn. You have to drink fluids, aspirin.

Have you started doing housework? - Mom, bring me some more yogurt.

What yogurt! Go to school, you'll be late.

I won't write you any more excuses.

You need to drink a lot of fluids.

Liquid is not a problem.

What kind of therapy are you going to prescribe for Yugoslavia?

Listen, Zdravković.

I went too far last time.

Sorry.

You were right about everything.

Anyway.

Who am I to judge you!

Not even to judge. - Doctor, you're "shaming", you're bullshitting.

Get over it. Are you overreacting? That's right.

You need to relax. - It's too late.

Are you telling me it's too late?

You know what Mika Antic said? You have to live life,

It's like a big bill that you have to spend immediately,

but you can't make change. Because you don't get anything for change.

I made change out of my bill long ago.

I ruined everything.

- What did you ruin? Don't be silly.

When I should have had children,

I thought it wasn't the right time.

Now I realize there is no time.

And there never will be.

This concert...

For a select audience.

I'd like to do this.

I've seen more cafes in the last month than in my entire life.

That's because...

I'm a champignon.

What does that mean? - That's Tom's term. Turkism.

But it's accurate.

We've arrived.

They're not working. - I made a reservation.

Will it work?

What's this? Why is it empty?

It's not empty. We're here.

Here you go.

Good evening.

I don't know what's wrong with this cafe. People act like it's not there.

It doesn't matter if the cafe is full, but who's sitting at your table.

Doctor, you're like a box, all in the juice.

Well, Ljiljana.

This song is dedicated to you.

With it you will live a little longer than us.

Do not mow the dewy grass.

Do not break the young branches.

Let the fields bloom.

Let the poi blossom,

Let them bloom for Ljiijana.

There was a lot of love,

which burns like fire in youth.

Everything that's left of life,

I would give it to Liljana.

Beautiful. You gave her such a beautiful song. - Don't be silly, please.

It's free. - Let's eat something.

I'll tell you right away if it's tasty. Let's see.

Where did you learn to cook like that? - In Kruševac.

If you're interested, I can find you a job as a chef in a café.

People wanted Krushevski specialties.

You better find him a café where he can sing.

What do you sing?

What do you sing? - What do you mean? You sing everything.

Folk songs, pop songs, he sings everything. Find him a café,

and give me a performance to get away.

Miss Adriatic. They wanted Cuneta.

Cune knows about pussies like Marica knows about crooked dicks.

How can I send him away! - I won't have to sing?

No, you just sit and pick pussies.

That would work.

I hope you saved your applause for the next contestant.

This is comrade Marija from Nikšić.

She's 18 years old and she wants to become a veterinarian.

You're not writing it down? - What should I write down?

I'll know who the winner is. And you'll take her to the room.

Another round of applause for the next contestant.

Comrade Nada from Cetinje.

Nada has only two wishes in life.

To be happy and successful.

Comrade Nada from Cetinje with the number eight.

See you.

Excuse me. You are Comrade Zdravković.

They said I won because of your perseverance.

Congratulations. But you didn't win because of my perseverance,

but because of your beauty.

I heard you sing.

I'm a singer, yeah...

I don't listen to much folk music.

You listen to this more, don't you? - Yeah.

This one's new.

Zdravko Čolić. They say it'll be a hit.

Happy and successful. Today they said that these are your wishes.

They are. I won't lie.

They are. I won't lie

That's what everyone here wants, only I'm telling the truth.

I somehow recognize success.

Not on that other one.

Take down the tapestries. Everything needs to be repainted.

Tomo, with green?

Green. This furniture must be thrown out.

Tomo, come, let's discuss the kitchen.

Brother? Where will I sleep? - I found you an apartment.

Where? - Nearby, in Borča. Don't worry. I'm on my way.

I'd give everything to the green here. - Right, honey.

I saw it in a magazine. Alain Delon and his Natalie

have a glass table.

I imagined us making love on it.

As always, passionately.

Nada, I keep saying, "You have a very nice dress."

Right? - It's beautiful.

Tomo brought it from Germany. - If we had known each other longer...

How nice home cooking is. - You talk as if I don't want to cook for you.

When I ask him if he's going to have something, he prefers to take me to a café.

Bad habits.

You know how to cook, right?

I know. It's not a science.

You have a nice view.

Worth the money. Well done.

Terna.

Not terna, but hard work.

That's true.

Radmilo must have a good salary.

Some of my salary is there too.

Yes.

The song that Tomo gave you is a real hit.

Tomo is a very good man.

I want him to be happy. - Why wouldn't he be?

Nada, I love Tomo like a brother.

I love him too.

If you love him, then why are you doing this to him?

What am I doing to him, sorry?

You know I know. Like half the town.

They're not happy. And they're trying to get others into trouble.

Come on, Nada. Everyone has their own problems.

You shouldn't hang out with them. - Why not?

He doesn't see you as his equal. - Don't be kidding.

Not you or me. Like you're lower class.

Wait, wait. Are you jealous?

That seems funny to you. - It's not funny. What do you want from me?

So that I'm enough for you.

MUNCHEN

Good evening.

Where are you from? - From Yugoslavia.

Two rooms. - Of course, no problem.

A phone, please.

Here's the key. - Thank you.

Novica, are you asleep?

Where's Nada?

Nada? Is she here? - She's here somewhere.

Hi, Novica. Want something to drink?

Call your husband. - Rajko, bring Novica a drink.

Take care of him. - I will.

Do as you please.

Just please, don't do anything stupid.

Do you want me to stay?

Devil, will you eat something?

Vignac.

I've hit rock bottom in life.

What are we going to do now?

Sing! You motherfucker! Sing!

And hell and the abyss.

You took my soul, you damned woman.

Because of you, I have no peace. Neither in my dreams nor when I'm awake.

How my torment should make you,

How my sorrow should make you,

How my heart should forget you for a moment.

Call Drdo. He found a café where you can sing.

I don't know if I can sing.

Stop being a jerk, Novica. Give up your apartment and come here.

Here you go. - Where are you going?

To the motherfucking mother.

Chicago

This is my empire.

I have a similar one.

Americans make the same apartments for the poor. - Who is the poor?

I'll take this off.

- Take it off first.

Will it work? Now let's divide it.

You get the stars and the sun. All for you. And I get you.

Is that right? -Yes.

Come here.

Good night.

Where are you going?

Just give me ten thousand, Jusa.

Let's go, Toma. - Hi, Goca.

Come on... Jusa?

Tell him, give me ten thousand.

Let's go home, that's enough.

Excuse me.

It can't go on like this, Toma. Stop, I'm talking to you.

Go to your mother's house. Everyone stay away from me.

Stop, you can't do it alone. - You know what I can do!

Open! - Away from me!

Open, you can't do it alone.

Nurse!

Doctor, what are you doing here? - How is Zdravkovič?

We're preparing him for surgery. In half an hour. Dr. Kovačević.

I'll operate on him.

Doctor.

I'm relieved.

Chicago

Tomo, it's me. Silvana.

Can you hear me? - Silvana? You?

Are you okay? How are you?

I don't know yet. - So you're as usual.

Yeah. Listen, I'm in a hurry.

Drda has business with our guest workers in Chicago.

He's decided to go on tour. I'm coming to America.

Really? When?

I don't know. Soon.

I'm going now.

I'm looking forward to it. - Me too, very much.

We'll sing together in America.

Like the old days when we dreamed of Italy.

Goodbye, Silvana.

I'm in a hurry, I have to go.

A kiss. Take care.

Wait, I have to tell you, I dreamed about you...

You drive, my head hurts.

You'll like the cafe in a little while.

My friend left.

I stayed to at least say hello.

That's nice of you.

Shall we play something?

I like to listen to you. - Me?

I like to listen to you.

Tomo? You have a call.

Everyone wants me tonight.

Don't run away like last time. - I'll be here.

Yes, Toma here.

It's midnight,

you are alone again.

It's midnight,

I don't know anyone.

My heart

Tonight he is grieving.

Because he cannot hear your words.

You do not run away in life.

Silvana is dead.

It will pass, Tomo.

It will pass, believe me.

Everything in life is fleeting, my friend.

Love, sadness and all the happy days.

Now that she is gone, let the roses cry.

Like withered leaves on an autumn branch.

Tonight, play only for her.

I will sing, mourn and cry.

Tonight, play as if she were here.

Even though I only bring her back in my mind.

Already?

How much longer?

Eat. - I won't.

You have to. - I won't eat.

What are you going to do?

Die? - Yes, I want to die.

Then tell me so I know.

I'm 25 years old and I don't want to die.

I want to live. But with a man who wants to live. - Okay.

What's wrong with you?

What do you mean?

You've been bleeding your panties for months.

You're not healthy. You need to see a doctor.

What should I stop doing?

Do you think it'll just go away if you get drunk every day?

Let me fight my problems the best I can.

These are my problems too.

I'm pregnant.

This time I want to give birth.

But I don't want to give birth to a man who lies drunk every day.

I understand everything. That it's hard for you and...

That you've been through a lot.

But...

I've read your poems.

You don't know which one is better.

Who cares about my poems!

We're going back to Yugoslavia.

I'd like to be with you.

I'd like to have a child.

Here we go, Goca.

Then we'll talk. - Good day.

Good day, please? - Is Dragan Daković here?

The director is in a meeting right now. Who's looking for him?

Tell him that Toma is looking for him.

Comrade director, a certain Toma is looking for you.

Last name? - Just Toma.

Tomo, is that possible?

You forgot me.

What's the deal with Minnesota?

In Illinois, a farmer. - Me a farmer?

You've seen the world, but you haven't met fashion.

And you hang out with mermaids. - No, I don't.

I drink Goca's tea. - Good. I respect that.

How are you?

Good.

I recorded some songs.

Give them to Obrad, let him listen to them.

You're giving me the tape?

You know, Lepi, that all doors are open to you.

Good.

I want a concert. - Good.

Soloists. House of Trade Unions.

No nationalist has ever filled the House of Trade Unions alone. Are you crazy?

Brother.

Who brought these roses?

I know. It must be true.

We've never met,

Even though we're both looking for each other.

For her happiness and mine.

Beautiful? Let's go.

Come here. You're okay.

It's not normal. Do you know how many there are? They're sitting on top of each other.

Are you kidding me? - Not everyone can get in.

We could sell out ten concerts. - Are you kidding? - Even 20.

Next time. - Remember what you said.

Here's some whiskey, you've switched to it.

If not, we have brandy and brandy. - I only drink tea.

I suppose you haven't stopped gambling either? - Don't exaggerate, Toza.

I thought you were going to become a priest. - Leave him alone.

Uncle Cune. - You're on the right track. Alcohol is a great evil.

What's wrong, motherfucker? - What's wrong, Lepa?

You're fed up with dollars, so you came to eat our bread?

Where are you, Tomo?

Welcome, you look good.

Have we stopped kicking ass? The audience is waiting.

Fat, deal with Sava Center.

Come on, Tomo, he'll chase your audience away.

Brother, I've got them.

Dear audience, Toma Zdravkovič!

Belgrade

Sorry, Goca.

Do you know who brings these roses?

Who?

Ruška.

My first love.

She was here now.

Now?

Sadly, heal.

Where are you going? I was worried to death.

Father went looking for you.

When he comes back, he'll kill you. What is this? Come here.

Wait for him in the room.

Tomo, son.

Mom's here.

Father's here too.

In Split, residents clashed with Yugoslav Army soldiers.

Good day. - Good day, doctor.

We were with him.

It's better. Better.

He canceled the tour.

He doesn't want to sing anymore.

Maybe it's better this way.

They canceled the concert in Maribor, Zagreb, Osijek.

After what's going on, it doesn't even make sense.

Wait for me here.

Did you take out everything that hurt?

I wanted to drive the guy in America crazy who wanted to do this. I won't.

Okay, it won't be the same.

He'll go on dialysis, you'll rest for a while and recover.

When were you planning the tour?

Nothing will come of it.

I don't feel the song in me anymore.

You must have taken out this mistake too.

I doubt you had the song in your kidneys.

You have the song in your soul, but I haven't touched the soul. - No.

I can't sing anymore.

Look at the shit that's going on.

Tell me...

You've never canceled a concert? - Doctor.

What I sang, I sang. That's it.

You won't cancel it now either. You will sing.

Before, I was afraid of peeing at concerts.

Now at least you don't have to worry about that.

Good evening, Novi Sad.

This Sunday is cursed.

She is cursed and all in tears.

Where should I go, where should I find peace?

Why did she leave if it wasn't my fault?

Sunday is the day you left. Sunday is the saddest day.

SKOPJE

Mary, Mary.

My life is full of tears.

BITOLA

NIŠ

Is it difficult to sing about your hometown?

I don't know, I'll tell you tonight.

I listened to you last night. You sing randomly.

In no order.

Just the way I feel.

Here.

What is this?

A plan. Every concert should have three acts.

In the first, you introduce the theme.

In the second, you develop it.

To redeem itself in the third,

like in the most beautiful symphonies.

That's not bad.

LESKOVAC

That'll put me to sleep.

Sleep. It'll bring you to your senses.

She'll come tonight.

Who?

Rushka.

Doctor? The musicians are calling you. - I'm going.

We'll start with "She Cried".

Rama?

It's me, yes. - Rama?

Sit down.

Where are you going?

Here, where you left me.

Where are you? Mommy you...

A farmer from Pečenjevci. His fame went to his head.

You had something to go to your head for. - Sit down. Sit down.

How are you, Rama?

I won't ask,

what I missed.

What did you miss?

I can tell you everything in ten minutes.

I want to ask you something...

I'm afraid you'll miss the next concert.

Yes.

That bastard did his job.

Yeah.

I could use you tonight.

Did you think Rama had forgotten?

We have to go.

I'll be back in a minute.

I'm going to sit down and clap.

Maybe then we'll...

If you come again,

we'll chat.

We will.

I'm going.

Thank you.

I wanted to sing this song

with two Sarajevo residents.

With great artists.

My friends, Davorin Popovič and Kemal Monteno.

For all those who are no longer here. And for what will never be again.

When sleep gives me rest and my soul finds peace...

A voice creeps from my heart, Why are you not there, why are you not there.

It has blossomed

Every path is

like in a wonderful days.

The roses are still raining

clear water from the well.

From the well.

And in the time of abundant happiness,

when sadness sighs preparing.

My love inspires a song. Why aren't you, why aren't you?

I said she would come.

Who?

Rushka.

Yes.

We did it.

Thank you, doctor.

Thank you.

Doctor?

I miss you, you're trying to get me.

Toma Zdravković died on September 30, 1991,

14 days after his last concert in Titograd.