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My name is Militsa.

I like telling stories,

I love everyone,

I like walking on ceilings,

and I believe that in every story
there has to be an element

that will never be explained.

Tonight I�ll tell you a story
about this amazing city

and 7 incredible characters.

I almost forgot to mention.

I'm a fly.

Bye mam. -Good bye.

Give me the rucksack.

Give me the rucksack.

What's your problem?
Why�re you going berserk?

Shame on you.

Sorry, madam, to disturb you
at such a late hour.

That�s not cancer medicine.

It�s just distilled water
in ampoules.

Here's your money back.
-But, how? I need that medicine.

I�m sorry. The kid is a lowlife.

Take--

Excuse me.

I need to tell you something.

My old man
has a piece of land in Pripor.

I thought of starting
a small private graveyard.

Wow. Pay attention,
he has another idea.

Don't be a prick. I haven't come
to the punch line yet.

You don�t have the cash for bribes
for all the permits and licenses.

If they ever give them
to a 'big player' like you.

The innovation is that
we'll sell graves in advance.

'Die tomorrow at today's price.'

You've got a nice headline,
you know?

We'll be selling a full burial package
to young businessmen age 25 to 35.

They are 50 years away from dying
and won't be stressed by the offer.

In 1969 the full burial package
cost 160 Deutschmarks, 80 Euros.

It included a burial place,
the chapel, dressing the dead,

keeping the body in a fridge,
a coffin, linen for the coffin,

a cross, a wreath, marble paving
and a marble plate for the grave

with the name and photo engraved.

Come on, mates, it'll dawn on us.
-Wait, I haven't finished yet.

Today such a package costs
5000 Euros. -Gimme the key.

If someone'd bought it in '69
for 160 Deutschmarks,

since the currency has lost value
7 times in the last 50 years,

in today's money that'd have cost
about 560 Euros.

That's real savings
of 4440 Euros per package.

Savings?

Savings for whom?

For the fucking customer.
Who else?

But the savings materialise
at the moment

when the customer dies.
-Yes. So?

The fucker's dead
at the moment of saving.

So what?

Since he's already dead,
lying stiff 2 meters underground,

he doesn't give a fuck
whether he's saved shit.

Do you follow me?

I need to explain every
fucking detail to you.

Are you nuts?
I almost killed you.

Run after her. She should be taken
to hospital. I�ll take photos.

What did you do?

You hit someone, didn�t you?
-No.

Get out and go home.
I�ll deal with this.

What�s there to be dealt with?
I haven�t done anything.

Will the doctor
really deal with that?

Why couldn�t the radio host
resist the manhole?

Why is the artist running away
from people?

Are these three loafers coppers?

Why else would they carry
police uniforms?

And why is a fly
telling you this story?

Don�t forget, in stories
everything happens for a reason.

SNOW WHITE DIES AT THE END

The Crisis Management Centre has
announced that in the last 24 hours

new fires have been reported
at 6 different locations near Skopje.

A new fire started last night
near the village of Morani,

in the municipality of Studenichani.

Low-grade trees and dry grasses
burn near the village of Govrlevo.

Wild fires are raging
near the village of Indjikovo,

close to the suburbs
of Hippodrome and Chento.

Near the village of Brazda,
in the municipality of Chucher-Sandevo,

5 hectares of oak, beech and
hornbeam forest have caught fire.

Some new and smaller fires
have been active

near the villages of Viniche,
Marino and Krushopek.

Look at them,
fucking peasants.

They've set the entire country
on fire.

You know why they set fires?

They�re too lazy to plough
their land. Bloody animals.

A WEEK LATER

He screwed us again.

Who? -You know who.
-I don't know who.

You do. -I really don't.
-Are you provoking me?

Taking the piss out of me?
-Mind your language.

Remember where we're going?

When did he screw us?

See, you know. You�re just
playing games with me.

He screwed us the last time.
He flogged us crap.

No one's complained so far.
-I'm complaining.

You want to tell me something?
-Please just live me alone.

You never believe me. Like dad.
He never believed me either.

How do you know it�s crap then?
-I've had complaints.

By whom?

By people.
-What people?

Doesn't matter.
-It does. What people?

Doesn't matter.
What, I'm lying again?

What people?

Just people, ok?
It was shitty rubbish.

You know it's not as easy for me
as it's for the others. Inside me--

Now you�ll start
with the Enzo nonsense.

I'll never see him again.
-To hell with bloody Enzo.

Not Enzo, damn it. Dad.

You would've liked it better
if he'd been arrested?

No. But he needn't have
fucked off with all the money.

He left you the flat.

And I frittered it away, didn�t I?
Is that what you wanna say?

I was swindled out of it.

You gonna bore me with that
for the rest of my life?

What're you doing?

Shut up. I'll do the speaking.

The documents, please.
-Evening.

There you go.

Step out of the vehicle.

Open the boot.

First Aid Kit?

There.

The jack?

There it is.

Spare light bulbs?

Light bulbs--

They must be somewhere around.
There.

A triangle?

There.

Let me see.

All three sides
are of different length.

A free lesson.

Geometry recognises
3 types of triangles.

Scalene, isosceles
and equilateral.

In your boot, you should have
an equilateral one.

All sides should be the same

and all its internal angles
must be 60 degrees each.

Instead, you have
a isosceles triangle.

Have we met before?

Don't change the subject.
Snow chains?

I haven't got them.

It's June.

The registration is expired.
-Beg your pardon?

I'm certain it's not.
May I see?

You�ll surely see.

What's in the briefcase?

Documents.
A doctoral dissertation.

Documents, you say?

Yes.

You were driving
at a speed of 102.

This car can't possibly
go that fast.

The speed limit is 50. For 102
I should seize your driving licence

and fine you 300 Euros.
For driving an unregistered vehicle

I should impound it and fine you
another 300 Euros.

No snow chains. Another 45 Euros.
A faulty triangle. Another 45 Euros.

If I continue checking
God knows what else I'll find.

What're we gonna do now?

Can we avoid that somehow?
-Really, bribing an official?

No, no. I didn't mean that.
You've got it wrong--

Shut up. You'll say
something wrong again.

You see that car over there?

My girlfriend sits in there,
waiting for my shift to be over

so that we can celebrate.
It's her birthday.

Happy birthday to her.
-Thank you.

I bought her a present.
'Poison'. A perfume. Huh?

This is what's to be done.

My shift finishes at 7, meaning
I've fucked up her birthday.

I want to do something special
for my girlfriend.

I want you and your mate
to help me. To sing a song.

What do we need to do?

To sing a song.
You know the one:

'Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday
dear Tsetse, Happy birthday to you--'

Tsetse is my girlfriend's name.

Come over here, mate. -Me?
-Yes, you.

Over here. Over here.

Over here.

Come.

Over here.

And now, one-two--

Quieter.

Tsetse.

Bravo, my gang.
Ready? Follow me.

Stand here.

Happy birthday, Tsetse.

'Poison'?

Thank you, kitten.
Not on the lips. -Shut up.

Well, mates, come on,

wave to the 'policeman' over there
and smile to the Candid Camera.

Get your hands off me.

Mate, mate, can you sign
this release form for us?

Thanks.

These clowns have cost me
years of my life.

I should've given them
a good thrashing.

Do you wanna go back?

Have you forgotten
where we're going?

No, but I'd still like
to beat them up.

Fucking TV motherfuckers.

How did I fail to notice
they were fake coppers?

I could've given them
a good thrashing on the spot.

They did behave
like fucking real ones.

Hey--

MILITSA

Get out of the car.

Park the car and get out.

Why?

This was fucking stressful.
I need 5 minutes.

I have to calm down.
Get out of the car.

Park the car.

Calm down. Calm down. No more
stress. No more stress. Calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down.

You won't get cancer like her.
Calm down.

You won't drop dead. It's over.
It's over. Calm down. Calm down.

So?

Hello.

Igor.

I heard it on the radio.

Really?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Do you want to have a drink
somewhere? -No.

Why?

I hate people.

You have a lovely voice.
You should speak more.

You don't know how much I speak.
It's your turn to speak now.

It may still seem chaotic
to you down there,

our characters
may seem oblivious,

but from up here I can see
perfect order in the chaos.

For example, you may wonder
how come I�m dead, but still flying.

But if I tell you
that we went back in time,

A DAY EARLIER
But if I tell you
that we went back in time,

A DAY EARLIER
the fact that I'm alive
starts making sense, right?

A DAY EARLIER

Hello. It's Igor again and
I'll keep you company till 4 am.

Thursday, the 1st of June,
has just begun.

The temperature outside
is 29 degrees.

Yesterday I made a list of
the top 6 reasons why I love lists.

Reason number 1.

When I become overwhelmed
by a situation, the only way

to pull myself together is
to sit down and make a list.

Number 2.

Because of that wonderful feeling
when I tick the last thing on the list.

Number 3.

Because lists help me
feel organised and in control.

Number 4.

Because I can go to bed in peace
only after I've made

the lists for the following day.

Number 5.

Because lists are the best tool
for defragmenting your brain.

Number 6.

Because lists feel definitive and
uncertainty is reduced to a minimum.

I'll play some music now,
and you can tweet or call

to tell us why you like
or dislike lists.

We have a listener on line.

Go on, you�re on air.

I don�t give a fuck about your list,
you four-eyed stinker.

God willing someone will ram it
up your arse,

you retard pig. The country
is filled with immigrants

and you philosophise, you scum,
you corrupt Greek cunts,

I�ll fuck your faggot blood.
Long live Macedonia.

Dear Listener, in the
standard Macedonian language

�four-eyed� is usually �bespectacled�,
while you can�t possibly

be aware of my stinking or
giving off any unpleasant odour.

`Arse� is usually replaced
by �behind� in polite company,

it should be �retarded�
instead of �retard�, while �scum�,

although a non-swear word in the
dictionary, is particularly offensive

when used in the context
in which you've just used it.

Dear listeners, I'm inviting you
to join the teams

of firefighting volunteers.
The next buses leave

at 7 am from the
main bus station.

Bro, you've been goofing
about here all day long.

Really, why weren't you at work?

I called in sick. And I'm
not going tomorrow either.

Why?

We'll go firefighting, isn't that so?

Why don't you just tell them
you�re going firefighting?

I'm thinking about leaving.
-Why?

I didn't want to work on a campaign
and got more bullshit

from the Bullshitter. He said
'you cannot choose projects'.

'If you don't wanna work on this one,
pack up and fuck off'.

And I'm considering fucking off.
I've fucking had enough.

Don't be a fool, mate?
Your salary is 10 times my father's.

Where else are you gonna get
a salary that big?

Listen what I have to do
to get those 10 salaries.

I'm with Vodafone.
You're with T-Mobile.

Whenever anyone who's
not with Vodafone phones me,

I get money from Vodafone. So,
we need to speak on the phone.

I just beep you, you ring me
and I get money.

In fact, I'm stealing from you.
Now I'm supposed

to convince people to steal
from their brothers, friends,

parents, sisters.
I don't wanna do that.

Wait. What's wrong
with the campaign?

What do you mean what's wrong?
People steal from each other.

What's your problem?
You've been doing this shit

for how long?
And now you discover it's wrong?

You're right.
I should've left earlier.

Leave it for few days to settle
down, then reconsider it.

Don't treat him like a fucking child.

Not everything's
about fucking money.

No, it's about being late.

Now you'll start breaking
my balls about being late?

I can understand being
5 or 10 minutes late for coffee.

But when it's about business,
I can't tolerate tardiness.

Don't you boss me around,
you wimp.

I find being hurried stressful and
I have no intention of fucking up

my good mood in order
to get somewhere on time.

I'll get there when I get there.

I've never been late
by more than half an hour.

Why the fuck do I even bother
explaining shit to you?

You miss the bigger picture.

Please enlighten me about
the bigger picture. What is it?

Sleeping till 12 everyday? Living
with mama and off her pension?

Let us imagine that one of your
business ideas succeeds

and we are loaded. What happens
next? -What happens next?

I'll tell you what happens next.
We buy houses, flats,

weekend homes, cars.
We marry bimbos.

Speaking of bimbos, pass me
your phone to show you

what problems trouble your ex.
-Buy yourself a phone.

No, thank you, you slaves
to Facebook and Twitter.

Listen, now.

'Dearest women, do you have sex
on Christian holidays?

I find it very awkward
to have an intercourse

on a religious holiday,
but my husband doesn�t care

and we often argue about it.'
Wow. What a scandal.

Listen to this. Question:
'Dearest mommies,

do you know someone
that does chants against a sty?'

The answer: 'Go to the toilet
for a number 2

and with the eye with a sty,
you wink at the shit 3 times

and the sty
will disappear forever.'

Want more?
-Give us the phone.

Then we'll have no time for us,
we'll communicate

on Facebook only, and see each
other at our children's birthdays

and at funerals.
Is that what you want?

Let's move.

When did you have
your last period?

The middle of March.

Good.

So it�s been 10 weeks.
The right time.

In your case I strongly
recommend an abortion.

I don't know.

If anyone at home finds out,
it�ll be big--

Does anyone know
that you�re pregnant? -No.

No problem then.
Don�t tell anyone about it.

You're not underage.
There are no legal obstacles.

What if they find out?

There�s no way they can find out.
We'll organise just like now,

when I'm doing the night shift.

It'll only be me and nurse Zhaki.
She's someone I trust.

That�s a big disgrace.

If you give birth to the child,
it�ll stay around for good.

Are you ready to look after that child
every day for the rest of your life?

I don't know.
-Think about it.

My folks mustn�t find out.

You just need to be strong
and not tell anyone.

Are we in agreement?

All right then.

Meaning?

Let's fix the date.

When is your next night shift?

Is Saturday all right?

It is. -Don�t be afraid.
-I won�t.

Have you got enough money
for a taxi? -I have, thank you.

See you Saturday then.
-Yes, Saturday. Thank you.

Everything will be all right.

Are there any fires
near your village?

No, but there was one
on the way here, near Viniche.

Good Bye. -Good Bye,
I�ll be waiting for you on Saturday.

Zhaki, can you, please,
come over here?

The girl will come
for an abortion on Saturday.

Don�t register her officially,
just write down a reminder.

We'll sort out the documents
when she comes.

And swap with Maria, so that
we do the night shift together.

Can you?
Do you have other plans?

I can, I don't have other plans.

Incest again?

Skopje women are some women,
aren't they?

I�ll tell you a secret:
Mother Teresa is from Skopje.

And one more: us flies have
our taste buds located in our legs.

And another one: our doctor promised
her best friend on her deathbed

that she�ll look after this wastrel
lying on the toilet floor.

I thought you were coming,
you fag?

Coming where?

To 'Kinky'.

Why?

Because you said so.
-Said who?

Your grandma.

What about my grandma?
-You said so, you motherfucker.

Where did I say so?
-On telly.

A while ago, on the phone.

To you, on the phone?

You didn't bring my dope
to 'Kinky'.

What dope?
-Mottled and with sequins.

Sale.
-What?

Sorry bro. -'Nuff bullshit,
gimme my dope.

I haven't got any.
I'll have some tomorrow.

What do you mean you haven't got any?
-No dope, all gone.

But you said you had some
a while ago.

Nope, Sale, I was wrong.
-You're fucking with me?

Sale, I haven't got any, bro.
If you can find anything,

take it all, it's on me.

Why did you say
that you had some then?

I was stoned, bro. I don't have
a clue what I might've said.

Where can I find something now?

Hello, Frankfurt. -Hey.
-Where can I find something now?

What? -Dope.

Try Gazmend.

Who's gonna pick up at 3 am,
are you mental?

Try him, bro,
he might still be up.

You try, I owe him money.

I don't know his number.
-I'll give it to you.

Not enough credit.
-Don't fuck with me. Call him.

Hey, guys, please go
and bullshit somewhere else.

I'll fulfil 3 of your wishes,
for each of you. Just leave.

Can your toilet bowl speak, bro?
-No, bro.

This is the first time.

Hey, you.

How come you can speak?

I�m a ghost, that�s how.

What ghost?
-The ghost of Jacko.

No shit?

Shall I tell him
my 3 wishes now, or--

No need. I can read thoughts.
Buzz off now.

But I haven't thought of them yet.

I know what they'd be.
Fuck off now.

All right.

Come on.

Hey girl, do you know
where Gazmend lives?

You have no manners,
you know?

Excuse me, auntie, do you know
where Gazmend lives?

I don't know.
I don't live here.

You sure don't.

Hello, Frankfurt.

Come on.

There was a piglet in the yard.
-Cut that crap about piglets.

You cut that crap
about eating pork.

03:59, the 1st of June.
The temperature outside is 23 degrees.

This is the end of the night program.
One more thing before I go.

There is a girl. If she's listening,
she'll know I'm talking about her.

I met her 6 days ago at 04:09,
when going back home after work.

I tried to talk to her, but I freaked her out
and was responsible for accident.

I want to know
whether she's all right.

Every night
when my program finishes

I go home following the same route
and I go past the tree at 04:09.

Except for Wednesday mornings
when I have a day off.

It would be nice
to meet her again. Good night.

Good morning.

Today I skipped sleeping.

�Cause it�s the last day of my life.

You know what bothers me?

Will the radio host find
the artist while I�m still alive?

And how come a toilet bowl
can speak?

Underwear with a removable
activated charcoal pad.

The pad filters the stench
of the fart. It is attached

with a Velcro tape
from the outside.

It can be removed
when the pants need a wash.

Hello. - Aunt Slavka,
It's Nikola. How are you?

Hello, son.
I'm all right, not bad.

Can you wake Deyan up?
We have something arranged.

I missed him last light.
I dosed off in front of the telly.

I'll go check the kids' room.

How are you? Will there
be a wedding soon?

Still too soon. We need to sort out
our finances first,

and then we can think
about a wedding.

He's nowhere near, too.
For Christ's sake, kids,

how long do you intend to wait?
You're well over 30 now.

For Christ�s sake, child.
All night with an open door.

The draught will kill you.

He's not here, son. He must've
spent the night at Vicky�s.

All right, Aunt Slavka,
I'll call--

Mate, where�s the beard?

At Bulshitter's office.

Mate, I dreamt about you
last night.

It's not smart
to ditch a job like that.

Where will you get money
for your mom�s medicine?

I'll manage.

How?

My old man
has a small piece of land in Pripor--

Mate, I�m serious.

I have enough put by
for the first few months.

I'll think of something
in the meantime.

Please, reconsider.
All right?

All right, I will.
-Let's see why this bloke--

What?
-When are we setting off?

I'm not leaving until it�s full.

The city will burn down by then.

Boy, I know nothing about it.
I do as they tell me.

This sleepy morning reminds me
of the infamous 1990s in Skopje,

when our city was
the European clubbing capital,

my fellow citizen Darko Panchev,
with 34 scored goals,

was the 'Golden Boot' of Europe,

PE teachers didn�t deal drugs,

and the video stores
had customers other than

real estate agents trying
to buy the property.

Call me if you ever
change your mind.

I�m 100% sure I won�t.

All right, then. Good bye.
-Good bye.

Who was that? -No one, he was
just asking for an address.

Come over here.

Come and see what I've got.

How much was it? -200 Euro.
-You're out of your mind.

Hey there, fags.

You were supposed
to go firefighting, weren't you?

I thought I was gonna
open the shop.

Not enough people showed up.
-I constantly repeat

that not a living soul is left,
but nobody listens.

What's this?

A cooker, for fuck's sake.

Hello. -Good day.
Can I speak to Mr Nathaniel?

Pardon?
-Can I speak to Mr Tateovsky?

Speaking. -My name is
Blagitsa Ilievska Karagjozovski,

a high ranking official for visual arts
in the Ministry of Culture.

The Minister has asked me
to get in touch with you.

You haven't answered
any of my emails.

I haven't got any of them.
You must have the wrong address.

We tried to find someone who
knows you personally, but we failed.

Finally we had to ask our colleagues
from Cyber Crime for help.

They found the IP address
from which you send emails,

post on Twitter and Insta and they
got us the matching phone number.

And here we are,
we've finally traced you.

We are planning Macedonia's
participation at next year's

Venice Biennale. The lady Minister
really likes your work

and she would like it
if you can offer us

something similar
for the exhibition in Venice.

I'm an anonymous artist. I don't
communicate with the public.

No problem.
There's nothing public for now.

You'll see the lady Minister
t�te-�-t�tes in her cabinet.

Can you suggest to the Minister
to communicate with me via email?

Oh, no, no. I'll be in trouble.

I'm sorry. I don't communicate
with anyone in person.

I believe you're aware this is
a lifetime career opportunity.

My email address is
tateovsky at gmail dot com.

We can communicate via email.

I can't believe this. Artists.

Snezhana?

Yes. What can I do for you?

I came to get the guitars.

Ah, right. Please, come in.

Would you like a drink?

Have you got whisky?

I have bourbon, Four Roses.
Will that do?

Nothing classier?

Nothing classier.

Is this you?
-Yes.

Who's the other one?

Dora. She was my best friend.

Not any more?

She died.

Will that do?

Fill it up.

There's 6,000 Euros here.

So? -We agreed on 7,000.

That�s all I�ve got.
Take it or leave it.

They�re worth at least 30,000.

All right, then. Give us the money
and sell them elsewhere for 40,000.

Give us the money back. -All right,
take them, but hurry up.

Should I reveal why the doctor
sold the guitars?

To have enough money to buy
the neighbour's drill?

Or to pay off
the smackhead�s loan shark debt?

At this moment this fly prefers
to tell you something else,

about a certain Vicky who ran over
a certain heart with a bulldozer.

Last Friday a woman came
to the agency for a meeting.

She is starting up
a condom factory.

The first Macedonian condom.

You must introduce me to her.

Are you gonna take her out
for drinks with Vicky?

What an incredible lack
of a sense of humour.

I had this idea to make
a viral porno campaign.

I already regret not working
on that campaign.

I thought you were
going to reconsider?

Are you nuts? I�ll fucking do it.
-What?

I'll direct it in Joe D'Amato's style,
the David Lynch of porno.

How Joe D'Amato for fuck's sake--

7 or 8 pussies and a dickhead
in a van, a VW from the 1970s,

the terrorist van.

For an unknown reason, all the
doors and windows are blocked.

Like in that movie with
Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves

riding in a bus that can't stop--
-'Speed'. By Jan de Bont.

If they open a door or a window,
they'll all go to fucking hell.

The pussies are super-hot,

with sexy underwear, Tanga
briefs, silk stockings, garters,

shaven pussies Brazilian style
and the dickhead's dick this big.

And he bones 'em, one by one.

In the end the bomb squad
cuts the red one and--

boom!

They should've cut the black one.

They all fly up in the air. A huge fire.
At the end of the police search

everyone's dead,

only the condom is alive.

What do you say?

That�s nice, but how come Joe D'Amato
is the David Lynch of porno?

Andrew Blake is the David Lynch of porno.
-Always the contrarian, aren't you?

Fuck off. You should be
arrested for putting Lynch

and D'Amato in the same sentence.
-You're still wet behind the ears

to debate porno with me.
You get that?

Joe D'Amato can at best be
a Peter Weir of porno.

No fucking chance to be a Lynch.
-Fuck off you porno hipster.

What's the problem?

Nothing.

Vicky broke up with me. All this
porn talk reminds me of her.

Sorry mates, I can't stand it.

Why did she break up with you?

I asked her to participate
in the petrol bill.

I'm driving her back and forth
to the suburbs every night.

I'm on the verge of bankruptcy.
-And?

She asked me whether
she needed to participate

for the petrol bill only, or perhaps
for the condoms as well,

whether she needed
to participate for that evening only

or for every evening
from now on.

I told her that it is
for every evening, of course.

Then she asked me whether--

whether she needed
to participate retroactively too

and then told me
to go fuck myself.

She hasn't answered any
of my calls since then.

Maybe it's in silent mode.
-Fuck off.

And she gave me an ultimatum.

She said

either her

or you two.

I couldn't have both.

I'll go insane.

Hey.

DEAR RELATIVES, FRIENDS AND FANS,
WE WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU

THAT AFTER A SHORT ILLNESS
MR NATHANIEL TATEOVSKY HAS PASSED AWAY.

How much?

9,500.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

A few days ago a young man
was asking how to find you.

I had no phone number for you,
so I gave him your address.

Can you please not share
my information in future?

I screwed up, didn�t I?

It's all right.

I�m sorry.

Good bye.
-Good bye.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Excuse me, do you know
when the wool shop opens?

It should be open.
-It�s closed.

He must've taken his break.
Usually it's open till 7.

2 days ago the gentleman
from the wool shop

shared an important
piece of information with me.

I wanted to thank him
with a small gift.

Can you give it to him
when he opens?

Why don�t you give it
to him yourself?

If I wait for him to open,
I might end up being late.

I have a harp playing lesson
at 2:30 pm.

No problem, I�ll give it to him.

Thank you very much.

Kiddo,

do you watch a lot of movies?

Yes.

According to you, who is
the David Lynch of porno?

Joe D'Amato or Rob Black?

I�m not an expert on pornography,
but I can do the research

if you want me to.
-Take a wild guess.

I really couldn't base
that decision on a wild guess.

If you want, I can come back
and tell you tomorrow.

Why tomorrow?

The human brain is able to make

only 25 informed and
rational decisions a day.

All decisions after that
are like throwing a dice.

I've already made 17 decisions,
and it's not even 2 o'clock yet.

Gimme a hug, you nutter. -Sorry,
but I'm oversensitive to touch.

All right.

I�ve got to go, mustn't be late.

Thank you very much.
You're good people, all 3 of you.

Here is a new business idea.
Waste management.

At least, there are shitloads
of rubbish in this city.

No, a Skopje native
wouldn't do that.

I�m sure it�s a student
from the countryside.

Or, if he�s from Skopje--

No, no, this definitely
doesn't look like

something a Skopje native
would do.

Poor old Militsa,
while you�re flapping your wings

200 times per second, some dunce
is embarrassing the whole city.

Hey, Bobby has prepared
lunch for me.

Where have you been?

I overslept.

You needn't have bothered.
I do it all by myself anyway.

This conversation's
making me sick.

It's like listening to my mother.

Don't you dare
mention your mother.

The fact that you were
in a band together

doesn't make her your mother.
She was my mother.

Go to your spot,
you have a customer.

You�re not Snezhana (Snow White).
You�re the evil stepmother.

Have you got yoyo?
-Only 2 more halves.

I�ll have some new stuff tomorrow.

Two's fine.

Under the pillow.

2 UNDER THE PILLOW

Hello.
-Under the pillow. Take 2.

Thank you.
-You�re welcome.

Excuse me, you work
for GynoMedica, don�t you?

Why is it important
where I work?

I have an NGO for helping
children with special needs.

I'd like to ask you to fix me
a meeting with the owner

LEFT SOCK 1000
I'd like to ask you to fix me
a meeting with the owner

LEFT SOCK 1000
of your hospital.
It's about a donation.

This is not the best time
for such a conversation.

All right, I�ll ring you
at some better time.

Can I stroke the baby?

Bobby miscalculated.
No junk. Out of stock.

I don�t want the money.
I want junk.

I told you. We've run out.

Don't fuck about with me.
I need junk.

You want to look like him
in 5 years� time?

Why the fuck do you care
what I'll look like?

Give me the goods I paid for.

Do you want your mother
to sit here like me

dealing together with you?
Take your money back.

All right, then.
I�ll get it from someone else.

Think of your mother.

Fuck you. You know
nothing about my mother.

What are you doing?
-What am I doing?

Why did you send him away?
-Because he was a child.

If you do this again,
I�ll start dealing on my own.

You will deal on your own
and stay clean?

I'm as clean as a whistle.

Then why were you buying a 5 cc
syringe with an insulin needle?

Do you have spies
in all the fucking pharmacies?

And it wasn't me.

Just leave me alone.

Snowie, c'mon, sell the flat.

Let's not faff about
with peanuts.

I'll never pay it back
with this loan shark�s interest.

Did I give you all I had in the bank?

Did I sell the weekend house?

The new car? The guitars?

I'm even dealing with you.

But I'm not sleeping
under a bridge.

Is that so? Fuck me?

Yes, it is so. Fuck you.

Where're you going?
-To get new stuff.

Call me, we�ll cut it together.

I'll come, you hear me?

Don't break my balls that you
do it all by yourself. I'll come.

MACEDONIA HAS LOST
ITS GREATEST ARTIST

IN THE END, ALL LEGENDS
LEAVE WITHOUT ANSWERS--

U'LL BE SORELY MISSED, LET THE
ANGELS GUARD U, WILL MISS U 4EVER

HEY, GRIEVING FANS, HAVE YOU BEEN
TO ANY OF HIS EXHIBITIONS?

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TELL US
HOW TO EXPRESS SORROW OR RESPECT?

MACEDONIA'S BURNING, AND YOU HATE
EACH OTHER ABOUT TATEOVSKY

@MINISTRYOFCULTURE EXPRESS THEIR DEEPEST
CONDOLENCES TO THE FAMILY AND FRIENDS

Where do I know this milf from?

She's Bobby the smackhead's
godmother.

The guy who used to break up
with other people's partners

for 500 denars? -You know him?
-No, only the story of him.

Do you know him?

From telly.

He was a child actor in the series
'Eenie meenie miney mo'.

You should get to know him.
He can teach you

a trick or two about doing
business. -I'll go get a beer.

Hey, Gorazd.

Have you got any stickers?
-Hey, Marko.

I do. Come and sit over here.

Let's see what you've got.
-Kiddo,

how much for a sachet?
-40 denars.

Tomorrow I'll emigrate
somewhere where they

don't exchange stickers and
where they don't sell boza.

Have you decided where?

I'm wavering between
London and Barcelona.

You need a visa for London.
-Visa, huh?

Then fuck the sarcastic snobs
who drink 5 o'clock tea

and play cricket in the rain.
I don't fucking need them.

They exchange stickers
in Barcelona.

Why don't you
just shut up, kiddo?

It�s an unwritten rule that
the album must be completed

before the World Cup starts.
-I�ve heard this story a million--

The morning before the opening
of the 1990 World Cup in Italy

the only sticker I needed was
Frantisek Straka from Czechoslovakia.

At the last minute,
a kid came to the school yard,

I'd never seen him before,
with this thick bundle of doubles.

We exchanged stickers
and I completed it.

What a great fucking achievement.

You know who the child was?
-Nikola.

What�s the news
on your passport?

Are you taking the piss?
-You're just about ready

to move to Barcelona?
How will you do that

without a passport?
-I'll get one, what's the problem?

Have you got an appointment?
-Stop picking on me, mate.

He's bothering me about being late,
the kiddo's bothering me

about the stickers, and now you
about the passport.

I won't go anywhere. I don't feel
like being chased by bulls,

dancing the flamenco
or drinking fucking sangria.

Leave me alone.

Hey, number 1. -But I�ll take 2
in exchange for number 1.

That's all right, take 2.

Hey,

don't you have the feeling
that the end is near?

End of what?

End of everything.
Of life as it should be.

I don�t get it.

I don�t get it too how everything
has managed to go to the dogs

without us noticing.

Don�t you see this
abnormal normalcy?

Don�t you get how difficult is
to stay human

among the mutants
all around us?

Mates, we�re the last ones.

I thought I was always the last.

Kiddo, I�ll give you a slap.
This time I mean it.

Why don�t you poison it?

That�s not such a bad idea.
Where do I get the poison?

All pharmacies for farmers
store it. Ask for 'Lanate'.

Just do it at night.

Saturday night is the best.
-Why?

So that you can be sure it�s dead.

Otherwise there'll always be
some idiot that'll take it to a vet.

I have to go now.
-Bye.

Hello.

I assume the guitars have gone.

One thing troubles me,
Madam Snow White.

The 7 dwarfs.

They all have a defect,
don�t they?

Lacking a growth hormone
or some such. Something genetic.

I get it so far.

But I don�t get the parents.

They make a dwarf child.

All right, bad luck,
no problem.

They try again. A dwarf again.

All reasonable people
would've stopped at that.

But no, they try
for the 3rd time.

A dwarf again.

Is there any logic in doing it
a 4th time? No.

They try for the 4th time.

A dwarf again.

The 5th time. A dwarf.
The 6th. A dwarf.

The 7th. A dwarf again.

Are they nuts, or what?

What the fuck am I?

A PE teacher or a philosopher?

You're off-putting.

Let me ask you a question.

Why don't you give up on that kid?
What do you need this shit for?

You're a doctor, a respectable lady.
If they get you, you'll lose it all.

Your career, your freedom,
your reputation.

All of your money you've
already lost. And the guitars too.

The kid's gonna drop dead anyway,
sooner or later.

May I?

Am I slightly less off-putting
now? -No.

May I?

Have you got kids of your own?
-No.

How come?

Mr Teacher, do you know
the shortest story by Hemingway?

No.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

This is some sort of riddle.

What?

We�ve lost a baby?

A miscarriage?

We're infertile?

Too old?
-Why give birth to a child?

To live in this world
that you and I will leave for her?

Have you got any children?

The goods are ready.

What's this thing with the fires?
-What?

The fires?

Marko's grandpa has a theory
that it�s the opposition

starting these fires to lower
the government's ratings.

They know they're not able
to put them out. -No shit?

No. There's a law that says
it's legal to fell a semi-burnt tree.

First they start the fire and then
they fell the trees legally, for firewood.

Wow. Fucking hell.

The mushroom gatherers
also start fires.

They believe more mushrooms
grow after fires.

Unlike you, these people
have business sense.

Hello. -Good evening, son.
It's Aunt Slavka.

Hello Aunt Slavka, how are you?
-Not too bad.

That son of mine, is he with you?
-Yes, he is. I'll give him the phone.

Your mother.
-I got that. Tell me, mum?

Some Djemail from Afghanistan
has called, looking for you.

Jamaal? -I don�t know. Djemail
or something like that.

He spoke English, we could barely
understand each other.

He said you should call him
immediately. -All right. Bye.

The one in the suit.

The one I told you
was asking for an address.

When you brought the pinball.
-Oh, yes.

Well, he wasn�t asking
for an address.

He asked if I wanted
to sell the video store.

Sell it, mate. 20 years.
Enough is enough.

They want to reopen it as a
betting shop. What do you think?

I bought the pinball
for the video store.

Sell it, mate. Pinball included.
Don't fucking hesitate.

No, I�m not selling it.

But if I sell it, I'll be able
to spend about 5 or 10,000 Euros

on bribing someone to get me
a very good civil service job.

The only place the likes of you
can bribe their way is in prison.

Everybody's doing it.
What am I, a dunce?

You're not a dunce.
You're an amateur.

Let�s bring the pinball inside.
-Why bring the pinball inside?

Someone might nick it. -Who�ll
nick it? It weighs a ton.

The leftover money
I could invest in some business,

or I could just put it in a bank.
-Or you could just put it in a bank.

Or I can buy few months' supplies
of medicines for your mother.

What about
not selling it at all?

As you know, at the end of this
warm, relaxed and eventful day

my curiosity led me to a place
I should have avoided.

How did I fail to notice
they were fake coppers?

I could've given them
a good thrashing on the spot.

They did behave
like fucking real ones.

I�d envisaged my death
as a more glamorous affair,

to be eaten by a Dionaea muscipula,
a carnivorous plant, for example,

but nothing can be done about it,
it is what it is--

We love you Enzo.
Please don't leave.

I have to go, Bobby.
One day you'll understand

why I have to leave.

Mummy, Enzo's leaving.
Tell him to stay.

Enzo must leave, sweetie.
Enzo is not an ordinary piglet.

He knows things that we,
the other Earthlings, do not know.

Enzo needs to warn humanity.

Otherwise, everything
will collapse.

Hey, call an ambulan--

Enzo doesn't love us.

That's not true, my love.

Hard times are coming Bobby
and Enzo knows that.

People will become alienated.
Friendships will die.

Human closeness will disappear.
Love will vanish.

Enzo left to prevent that.

Bobby. Bobby.

Bobby. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6--

To prevent what, mummy?

First we�ll forget how to love.
Then we�ll stop distinguishing

the truth from the lies.
Good from evil.

Eventually
we will destroy the planet.

Can Enzo prevent that, mummy?

You can be certain of one thing,
my dearest,

if there exists someone
who can prevent the catastrophe,

if there exists someone who
can save love, it�s our Enzo.

I hate Enzo.

Bobby.

Bobby, you are walking.

Happy birthday, Tsetse.

Thank you, sweetie.

'Poison'? Thank you, kitten.

Mate, have you ever watched
Candid Camera?

Smile and wave at the 'policeman'
over there with the candid camera.

No hard feelings, right?
-No, no problem.

What hard feelings? No hard
feelings? -No, no, not at all.

Mate, wait. No.

Give us a high five.

No hard feelings, right?
-No, not at all.

Give us a high five. High five.

This business has gone
to the dogs too.

You know who do you look like?

Like the Elephant Man.
By David Lynch.

What do you think
you look like?

Like Divine from 'Pink Flamingoes'.
By fucking John Waters.

It�s me again.
In my first afterlife scene.

Lucky for you the death is not the end,
otherwise you�d never know

what happened with
the artist and the radio host.

SATURDAY, 04:09

SUNDAY, 04:09

MONDAY, 04:09

TUESDAY, 04:09

I don�t have a number,
but I'll give you the address

where I deliver her wool.

WEDNESDAY (DAY OFF), 04:08

THURSDAY, 04:09

FRIDAY, 04:09

So?

Hello.

Igor.

I heard it on the radio.

Really?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Do you want to have a drink
somewhere? -No.

Why?

I hate people.

You have a lovely voice.
You should speak more.

You don't know how much I speak.
It's your turn to speak now.

You remind me
of Miranda Kerr a bit.

From 'Victoria's Secret'.
-I know who Miranda Kerr is.

Really?

What's your name?

Maya.

Good.

It's a big deal
to meet someone.

It's like discovering
a new planet.

What's there on your planet?

At the moment or in general?

Both.

At the moment I'd like
to buy some object.

That�s impossible right now,

but I'll be able to later on,
when the shops open.

It should be small enough
to fit in a rucksack,

not more expensive
than 2000 denars,

to be designed to be used
many times,

to be used
both at home and outdoors,

to have a rotating part,
to 'click',

to relieve me from stress,
to be black and white

and to make me
forget about time.

And in general,
there are 10 people I admire

and I know
everything about them.

Johann Sebastian Bach,
Mahatma Gandhi, Akira Kurosawa,

Benjamin Franklin, Kazimir
Malevich, Wislawa Szymborska,

Sam Peckinpah, Blazhe Koneski,
Kircho Arsovski and Steve Reich.

These are the things I know
incredible amounts about,

but without admiration.

Films, literature, music,
media, politics,

celebrity gossip, especially
supermodel gossip,

food supplements, TV ads,
computers, NBA,

and the culture and history
of Western Europe.

I know a million names and years.

Do you know the story
about Pope Eugene III

and the double Thursday?

Pope Eugene III
travelled to Paris in 1147

and was supposed to arrive on Friday,
a fasting day, but he was late.

To not appear unreliable,
he pronounced

an additional Thursday
for that week only

and arrived in Paris on Friday.
On time.

But on Saturday, in fact.

I know a million such things.

I know who�s got the largest feet
in the NBA � the Lopez twins--

All right, you�re not on air.

You freaked me out
the other night.

You were not asleep?

I pretended.

Sorry.
-Are you always such a creep?

It was my first time.

I could've killed you.

Because you hate people
or because I trespassed?

For both reasons.

What do you mean both?
-Just both.

For 2 years

I haven't communicated
directly with people.

I don't leave the house
unless necessary.

For 2 years I haven't looked
anyone straight in the eyes.

That's how I mean both.

You live on your own?

Yes.

How do you feed yourself?

Deliveries.

How do you earn a living?

My folks died in a car crash.
I sold the house. I live off the money.

I'm sorry.

Why? You didn't even know them.

And whose is the prefab house?

It belonged to my late grandmother.
Are you sorry for her too?

It's not safe to keep
so much money at home.

I keep it in a bank.

How do you get it
out of the bank?

At night, from cash machines.

My bank card expired yesterday.

It will be a fuss.

I have to collect the new one
in person at a counter.

I see. I feel the same
when I have to have a blood test.

I can try to think of
a solution if you want.

You can try.

What are you going to do
when you run out of money?

Have you been to Japan?

Neither have I. But I know that
there are many like you there.

Over a million.

They call them hikikomori.

Acute social withdrawal.

In England
they call them recluses.

Many writers were
recluses or hikikomoris.

Salinger, Thomas Pynchon,
Marcel Proust, Emily Bronte,

Gustave Flaubert,
the chess-player Bobby Fischer,

the painters Paul Cezanne
and Jackson Pollock,

the actress Greta Garbo,
the pianist Glenn Gould,

the director Jean-Luc Godard, the
scientists Marie Curie and Nikola Tesla--

Hikikomori, wasn�t it?

Yes.

Cool. I have hikikomori.

You are hikikomori.
And I have OCD and synesthesia.

Well done.

Why well done?

Sarcasm.

I don�t understand sarcasm.

Well, I don�t understand
OCD and that other thing.

Synesthesia.

What�s that?

There are many types
of synesthesia.

Mine is lexical-gustatory.

When the words smell.

What does the word 'Maya'
smell like?

Like yoghurt and jelly beans
with traces of wax.

It�s a pleasant aroma.

That�s why I said it was good
that your name was Maya.

What does 'Victoria's Secret'
smell like?

Waffle with lemon.

And 'hikikomori'?

Like carrots from a tin
with traces of smoked cheese.

You are not inventing this?

I can�t lie.

If I try, immediately something
makes me tell the truth.

How come you withdrew?

It was gradual,

but it was too much in the end.

I lost all my family.

My best friend
moved to Germany.

My relatives wanted to contest
the houses I inherited.

My boyfriends broke up with me
when I was hit the hardest.

I couldn�t find a decent job.

Less and less I wanted
to leave the house.

I liked communicating
with only a few people.

I preferred the phone,

not having people coming
to my house, or having to go out.

I got insomnia.
I didn�t sleep for weeks.

My last boyfriend broke up
with me through another person.

Bobby or some such.
A breaking up professional.

A junkie who charged 500 denars
to break up

with someone else's girlfriend
on the phone

and a 1000 denars in person.

My boyfriend went for
the 500 option.

The night when I decided
to stop communicating

I finally slept.

Are you aware now
of your privilege?

Yes.

Why me?

I thought that you might be
an exciting planet.

And the thought
has proven to be correct.

How has it proven so?

I can easily imagine
what could happen in the future.

It starts all by itself,
automatically.

Images suddenly start appearing
and I start imagining.

I can see her
in all possible situations.

The first kiss,
the flat we might share,

the pension in Segovia
in which we might stay

for 2 nights while
travelling through Spain,

how she's going to be
even more beautiful when pregnant,

the school that our child
might attend,

how my OCD gets worse,

how we�re filing for divorce
and how things get better again.

All this can happen without
me even knowing that girl.

This can simply happen
while I'm sitting in a cafe.

A girl might walk on the pavement
and it all might start by itself.

Have you imagined such things
about the two of us?

No.

I have.

Look at me.

Look me in the eye,
not to the right of me.

Longer.

You can come closer.

You are allowed to blink
if you feel like blinking.

You don�t have to
if you don�t feel like it.

THREE DAYS LATER

I'll go to the loo briefly.
I'll be with you in a jiffy.

Hurry up. We're late again.
-Running.

Hello. -Hello. -Hello.
-How are you? -Hello.

Hello. Sorry I'm late.

I was so nervous,
I had to change 3 times.

I see that we're going to have
an interesting presentation.

Maria, could you please close
the window, it smells of smoke.

May I start?
-Yes, you may.

Thank you for the creative challenge
and the opportunity to have

our team work on yet another
exciting campaign for your brand.

As you can guess from my outfit,
today we will talk about--

fish.

Our campaign's hero is

a little fish.

A sweet and tiny, colourful,
beautiful little fish.

Although it looks naive
and innocent at first glance,

our hero is a fucked up
and mean little fish

who steals from those
who�re closest to him.

We envisage the video
segment of the campaign

as a series of animated TV ads.

In the first episode, our hero

steals his little sister's wig.

She has lost all her hair

as a result of a chemotherapy.

There he is.

How was it?
-Smooth.

Have you applied
for a passport? -Yes.

An appointment in 2 weeks.

Did you go to the notary?

Contract signed, money
transferred. All done.

Let's celebrate then.

Let's celebrate my last
fucking presentation.

And my first fucking
steady job in Afghanistan.

And my--

In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

God have mercy.

I'm late, aren't I?

I overslept, fuck it.

What the fuck's wrong with you?
Why're you throwing shit at me?

Fucking idiot, for fuck's sake.

Well, what a problem.

And now?

Who's going to pay
for the holy service?

To pay you for what?
-For the service I performed.

How'd I know?
The crazy bitch, I guess.

Well, what a problem.

The most widely known one
is Nat Tate.

He was invented by David
Bowie some 20 years ago.

Now I understand,

Nat Tate - Nathaniel Tateovsky.

Yes, Tateovsky is
my kitsch alter-ego.

Please straighten out your arm.

Bravo.

I can�t understand how there can
exist something non-existent.

Well, it doesn�t.

I just manipulated the public
into believing that it does.

Never mind, he has now
even stopped existing officially.

I killed him.

How did you kill him?

I tweeted that he had died.

You�re so strange. How do you
come up with things like that?

There, it�s done.

Now please bend your arm
at the elbow.

Bravo.

Daddy, look.
-Bravo, sweetheart, bravo.

How the fuck did they manage
to carry it away?

Doesn�t matter.

I got it for the video store,
and now the video store is gone.

Hey, Gorazd. Have you got
any stickers?

I've collected them all.

For me?
All of them?

Thanks. Grandpa, see how many
stickers Gorazd gave me.

Come on.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

It won�t do you any good
if I do your checkups.

Get yourself
another gynaecologist.

What happened?

The harder I try,
the more damage is done.

I'm sorry.

What would you like the most?

Everything to be all right.

Don�t you like me the most?

No.

Not yet. But I think
that I'm getting there.

You can�t tell a lie, can you?

I might learn.
-Please, don�t.

I lied to you once.

Really?

When?

When you asked me
how I earn my living.

So?

I make some meagre sums.

I sell worn underwear
to fetishists online.

A DHL courier is coming today
to collect some panties.

This must be the DHL guy.

It wasn�t DHL.

It was FedEx.

For you.

What is it?

An object.

There is a rotating part,

it 'clicks',

it will relieve you from stress.

Thank you very much.

It can fit in a rucksack
and can be used many times.

It can be used indoors and outdoors.
It's black and white.

It didn't cost more than
2000 denars, right?

It didn't.

I have a feeling as though
everything is all right.

What does 'all right'
smell like?

Like a Georgian red wine.

Kindzmarauli.

So, that's it?

That's it.

NATASHA PETROVIC

DAVID JANAKIEV

SASHKO KOCEV

IVICA DIMITRIJEVIC

DENIZ ABDULA

VERICA NEDESKA

VALENTIN KOSTADINOVSKI

Written & Directed by KRISTIJAN RISTESKI

Produced by DARKO POPOV

Produced by KRISTIJAN RISTESKI & JOVICA PANOVSKI

Co-produced by
CONSTANTINOS NIKIFOROU & EFKLIDES PAPADOPOULOS

Cinematographers DIMO POPOV & SEVDIJE KASTRATI

Edited by GORAN VUKIK

Here we are, drinking Darjeeling
and eating baklava

I'm actually sipping the sherbet

'cause we flies have a tube
instead of a mouth.

I never explained
how come a toilet bowl can speak.

That�s the element in this story
that will forever remain a mystery.

A YEAR LATER MAYA AND IGOR DECIDED

TO SPEND THE REST
OF THEIR LIVES TOGETHER.

ANOTHER YEAR LATER
THEIR AUTISTIC CHILD WAS BORN.

IN AFGHANISTAN DEYAN MANAGED
TO SIGN AN AGREEMENT

FOR PRE-PAID BURIAL SERVICES
WITH THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF DEFENCE.

THE THREE OF THEM ARE AMONG
THE 100 RICHEST MACEDONIANS TODAY.

SNOW WHITE DIDN'T DIE AT THE END

AND BOUGHT HER GUITARS BACK.

THE TOILET BOWL LIED ABOMINABLY

AND NEVER FULFILLED
SALE'S AND BOBBY'S 3 WISHES.