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In 1992. war was raging in Yugoslavia.

That same year the only 3 medals for Yugoslavia

on the Olympic games were won in marksmanship.

ABSOLUTE HUNDRED

The seller agrees

that the buyer can pass the entry of ownership

without the presence and consent of the seller.

Is that OK with you?

Is that OK?

Sorry, I have a cold. -Cold?

You want some tea? -Yes.

Here is 3.000. The rest you'll have as agreed.

You guarantee the same status for the members?

Have you listened what I was saying?

It's all there.

Get this crap out. I want to redecorate.

Those are memories. -Do you care?

You better take them, I'll throw them away.

OK. Give me two, three days.

Two, three days? I'm not Neske.

Get out!

OK, I won't keep you any longer.

I can't see anything from here.

He'll shoot a bull's eye.

Don't leave, we have a meeting.

Where's lgor? -I haven't seen him.

Nice, you're all here.

This is Mr. Runda, new shooting gallery's owner.

Well, what can I say...

I'm pleased to be among Champions.

Until now marksmanship depended on your devotion.

You didn't have the right support.

But now I'll help you to achieve better results.

That will demand commer- cialization of the Gallery,

so I'm asking for your support.

You will practice till two p.m.

Afterwards, those who pay.

But the most important thing is

that membership will stay the same.

Sasa? Wait!

Runda wants to see you. -ln some other life.

Igor sold the Gallery, but it's not our business.

You have a Championship in 30 days in France

and very good chances. -What am I supposed to do?

Crawl to your Runda?

First of all, he's not mine.

Second, he's not to blame for purchasing the Gallery.

Third, we have to practice in here.

You're right.

See you tomorrow.

What's this?

You want installments? You think I'm a jerk!

You'll have the rest soon. -ln a few months, junkie!

You're not aware that you're in deep shit.

Take this painting. -lf I wanted a painting,

I would go to a Museum. -Our famous artist.

How much is this shit worth? -1 0.000 DEM at least.

Fuck, we don't need it. -Two grand.

You're fucked if you don't give me the money.

I can't give it for two...

You fucker! There's no bargaining with us!

How much is your brother worth to you?

Leave him alone. -What?

You and your brother are fucked! -OK!

You'll have your money tomorrow, leave him alone.

How much is this shit worth? -It's worthless. -Leave it.

See you around.

Igor!

Open the door!

Do you hear me? Open the door!

OK, calm down! -Open the door!

What is it? -What? -I couldn't come, I'm sorry.

That's not what I'm talking about.

You promised me you'll never sell it.

You should have told me. -I had to sell it...

Besides, it's my problem. Is that clear?

We have more expenditure than profit.

It's the only thing father left us.

And because of it we should both drop dead?

Where are you going?

Shall we go to the movies? Just the two of us.

I can't.

Is there something wrong with me?

You'll have to finish it, it's after two. -So what?

Please! That's the deal, at least for now.

Just let me finish the training session.

Better see Runda, he'll give you better conditions.

But you must show some good will.

They say you'll be better than your brother.

Fuck, I wasn't fortunate in sports.

I've tried boxing, handball. People like team sport.

I'm boring you?

You didn't like my speech yesterday?

Brother didn't tell him he have sold the Gallery.

He didn't tell you? -Sasa... -Hey!

He can speak for himself.

There is only one problem. -Yes? -The schedule.

I told you. Sasa's National Champion in Junior league.

I know. -He's preparing for the World Championship.

So? -He must practice more.

Of course. 90, 95% of success is in practice.

We'll think of something.

No, you stay. Look...

I'm glad that a Champion is practicing in my gallery.

Tonight I'm opening new joint. You're my guest.

Why are you fucking with me? -What?

If I said till two, it's two not 1 0 minutes later.

For every hour you'll give me 1 0 DEM. -How come?

Like that. -You said you'll give him better conditions..

I meant sneakers, sweat suit, rifle...

But he can practice till two. -He uses one line.

You're not making the rules. The Gallery is mine.

Sanja!

Why are you yelling? -Come down. -OK.

Whole day long I'm thinking about last night.

What's the matter with you?

I have to pull the words out of your mouth.

We're invited to a party.

Tonight.

You brought us to a betting joint!

Your Runda is a redneck.

Yes, he is.

Why are you so pissed? -Shut up.

Why don't we go in? -Are you nuts?

Free drinks, man. -No.

Please, 1 5 minutes only.

You are my dearest guest tonight. You know why?

There are Ministers, cops, position, opposition.

But you are the only champion.

They don't worth a dime. -Let's go.

Easy, sister. Let's have another drink.

Vodka-juice and three whiskeys.

I've watched you today. You're fantastic.

I would like you to teach me something.

OK, but it's not free. As your shooting hours.

Don't get mad, champion. It's not my fault

that your junkie brother sold the gallery.

I need some fresh air. -Wait!

I'll go and check Sanja.

Fuck, I only wanted to help. I paid for it.

What's the matter with you? You're making a scene. -What?

He must show respect to the man. -What man?

C'mon.

Listen, champion. This is not for public eyes.

Hold it!

What, you don't have a gun? -I know nothing about it.

If you like it you can have it.

You and I have something in common.

We are both big in our line of work.

That's why we understand each other.

You said you need more time to practice.

No problem.

If it was somebody else, I would've kicked his ass.

But, I have a proposal for you.

I don't care for the Gallery I'll get rid of it soon.

Coach drinks, kids shoot all day long...

It gets on my nerves.

You'll have the key to practice whenever you want.

You can teach my guys, I don't have the time.

If someone special shows up, you'll be there.

One more thing. Your brother...

I don't want him there.

Do we have a deal?

No.

It that so? -Yes.

You don't love me anymore. -You know I do.

I don't...

Fuck, when it's something important you're silent.

I didn't expect you'd say something anyway.

Kid...

Tell you brother he's got till Wednesday evening.

And tell him not to fuck around!

Is that clear? Go.

Igor!

Fuck!

You're alive? Are you?!

You could've fried yourself!

Come on, easy.

Here you are... -Thank you.

Look at those Chinese, bro...

What a place.

What is it? -They are waiting for you.

Hi Neske.

I'm Sasa, lgor's brother. -I know.

My buddy and I came for a drink,

but I saw you and wanted to say hello. -Cool.

I want to have a word with you. -Yes?

It's about lgor. I want to help him, but...

It's not working. But you are helping him. -Yes.

Well I don't like the way you're helping him. -Why?

You should know.

Your brother have chosen very expensive sport. -What?

What do you want, fucker? -It's OK.

You made him go to war then to become a junkie.

Now you're rolling in money. You even took his girl

so you can piss him off because he was always better.

You would be happier if he was killed.

Finish your drink and go.

I was shit-scared! I thought he'd kill us on the spot.

It's OK. -What is OK?

Like you don't know how dangerous he is.

You motherfucker!

It was red light. -I know, bro!

You can't go in. -I have to practice.

Boss says no! Don't fuck with me!

Fuck you!

Beat it, or you're dead!

Hey!

This is not Hollywood. Let him go.

What's the problem? -I came to practice.

So?

This is our time. -He told you, no practice today.

I'm with my friends. And I'm the boss, son.

I decide when you can practice.

This is not your junkie brother's gallery.

Leave him alone!

Now you are impertinent and I wanted to help.

You won't become a champion behaving like that.

Like you know.

If you haven't shown today you would be fucked!

We'll finish... -You shut up!

I'm postponing paint job because of a junkie.

You could've given me those two grand.

Is that so? This way is much faster.

Fuck you, you fat pussy! -Put it away!

Fat pussy! You fucking junkie!

You have any wise cracks now?

You're crazy! You'll kill him! -Let go.

Get yourself together!

I'll fuck you...

Where do you think you're going? -Let go!

Where do you think you're going? -Motherfucker!

Get out!

You motherfucker! -Stop it!

Get out! Out!

Look how he's shaking. Crisis?

Would you like to shake in a joint?

A murder was committed last night. -With a sniper.

Quite elegant. -Poor man...

But I don't know who was killed. Someone I know?

You think we are idiots? That you can fuck with us?

You killed Runda, admit it. -You're not the only suspect.

Look at him! -You had a motive.

Many had stronger ones... -Don't fuck with us!

You killed Runda, admit it!

Admit it! Didn't you? Didn't you?!

No. -No?

C'mon! -Calm down!

What's the matter with you? Calm down.

You're wrong. I didn't kill him.

OK, we'll check out. You can go.

Did you hear him? -Yes.

The one that killed Runda last night

can kill anyone from God knows what distance.

Straight in the center. All shooters can do it.

So all sport shooters are suspects, not only lgor?

I want to talk with all of them.

Will tomorrow my neighbor Ruza be a suspect?

Don't.

I think Runda was killed by his own Mafia.

These shooters are kids and poor shooters...

Since lgor left marksmanship...

You were good also. I don't have the patience.

The kid, Gordic? -He has a future.

Call him over. -Why?

To talk.

Igor's friend is here, a cop. Want's to talk to you.

Gordic kid. I know you since you were a kid.

You know what happened?

Then you know we talked to lgor? -I know.

He's the only suspect. With a poor alibi.

We know the guy who claims he was with him.

Junkies! -lgor didn't kill him. -I hope so.

Where were you last night, between midnight and one?

At home, in bed. -What if you're lying?

I never lie.

OK.

You can go back to your practice.

Fridge is full. -I went shopping.

Where did you get the money?

Where did you get the money?

You have two kinds of oranges in California.

Valencia, great for juice. The other one...

I don't know the name, but it's better for eating.

What have you sold now? -Nothing, relax.

You were practicing? -Yes. -You are good?

I have qualifications for World Championship.

That's great. Just keep practicing.

Wake me up tomorrow at noon, don't forget!

Listen, I have only a grand. Man stud me up.

Tomorrow you'll have the rest. Runda's brother...

Relax, our friendship worth's more than a grand.

What friendship? -Tomorrow is our anniversary.

I want to buy Jelena something special.

What do you think she would like?

Rubies, diamonds... though emeralds are the best.

C'mon, you know what she likes.

Not funny.

C'mon, I'm taking you somewhere.

You see that window? -Which one?

Where Maria used to live. -Maria?

Maria was OK. Shy a little but OK.

I worked on her a lot but you fucked up.

You fucked her but she thought it was serious.

She wanted just a fuck. -She wanted to be loved.

Misunderstanding. -She was everything to me.

She wasn't only a fuck. -You wanted to marry her?

You're really something. Always playing cool.

But then now you would be in my place.

Everyone thought that I'm a failure and you're cool.

Maybe I'm not a bad ass but I'm myself.

So am l. -Hell you are.

You used to smoke "Drina" without filter.

I used to buy them for you. -Good stuff.

I smoke "Davidoff". If you forgot,

tobacco shop is around the corner.

Go and get me some. -No way.

If you go, you don't have to pay me 1 grand.

And you can even keep the change.

I said you can keep the change.

Relax.

Take is easy.

Are you sleeping at all? Qualifications are tomorrow.

You're acting like a baby!

I'm waiting for 2 hours. -Where are you going?

I'm late for work.

I wanted to call you... -I want to talk to you.

You have a problem and I have a problem.

And standing all day... -Why didn't you came in?

First I have to learn to walk through the walls.

Listen, we know each other.

I have the right to know what's going on.

You think I don't know that you are in trouble?

It's obvious. Or I'm not worthy of your trust?

Do I mean anything to you at all?

Say something! Fuck!

I'll call you.

For ninth shoot, load.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Go!

Stop. Show.

For tenth shoot, load.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Go!

Stop. Show.

Number one, 1 0.2. Number two, 1 0.0.

Third 9.1. Fourth 1 0.7, fifth 1 0.0.

Sixth 9.8, seventh 1 0.3, eight 1 0.1.

The winner is Marinkov Marko, 690.7 points.

What's my rank? -Third place.

I was worse than ever. -Were you?

I passed? -We'll see.

Is lgor at home? -No.

I'm here.

A small gift.

Come on in.

Go to your room, we have to talk.

Everything is the same like when we were kids.

Yes.

I'm sorry, I was out of line yesterday.

Get some ice.

It's nice to sit and chat with old friend.

You can't trust anyone these days.

Yep.

You're in a bad mood? -Surprised by your visit.

Why? I've missed my old pal.

Our encounters lately weren't that joyful.

Everyone knows you owe me money. I can't be nice.

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

Great. We talked. Now drink up and go.

You have a crisis? -I've changed my mind.

Leave now, I don't want to look at you.

Same motherfucker! "Lend me some money! "

"Give me the keys from your place! "

You're complaining because I've stolen your girl.

You've stolen 20 chicks from me that meant nothing to you.

I love Jelena. Who do you love? -You're pathetic.

Look at you. Junkie, just the dope matters.

I have to make a phone call... -No you don't.

Here.

I don't have the money. -You don't need it.

Thanks. -Wait.

Where is your endurance?

Listen.

I need a pusher that I can trust. You know people.

Want me to be your pusher? -Yes.

Why are you better than us? Acting like you're special.

Look at yourself. -You'll have it tomorrow.

You don't have the money. -I'll get it.

You don't have it. -I'll get it! -Where?

Even if you sell your entire past and this shit,

you still won't have enough. You got hooked very fast.

After all, you're the best in everything you do.

Get out!

What is it, kid? -Get out!

You're crazier than your brother.

Give me a call.

I'm coming!

Oh, it's you.

I'm making pasta. -lgor is feeling down.

Can you talk to him? -Yes. -Come by tonight.

Say you TV is broken. -Well, it is.

You sure you're not hungry? -No. I'm in a hurry.

Wild duck says to a painter:

I need a paint job... -I'm going for a walk.

The Olympics, bro...

I was ready to go to Montreal in 1 976

but they send the Macedonian.

It was the rule that two from Serbia couldn't go.

Judge bore a hole in his target.

I smashed their skulls. And I fucked...

Yourself. You were disqualified, I know.

Sorry. -It's OK.

Why did you came by? Your TV is really broken?

Sasa asked me to me come and talk to you.

He said you're not OK. -Nonsense.

Please don't tell him. He loves you, man!

OK? -OK.

I have to get dressed, I'm sorry. -No problem.

I have a date in town.

We're going? -We're going.

Let's go. -You're nuts? -I have to go!

What's with you? -I'm not feeling well.

Now you made me leave! I didn't get her number.

Are you OK? -I'm cool.

I worked on her all evening. -You could've stayed.

What's wrong with you?

You fucked me big.

Are we the best buddies? -We are, but this sucked.

Can you keep this for a few days? -What's this?

You know lgor, he can sell it.

OK.

If anyone asks, I was with you the whole evening.

All right?

I get it. Sanja?

Good morning, neighbor!

What is it now? Whom have I killed now?

Give me the rifle! -What? -Search the place!

Don't fuck with me, where is the rifle?

I sold it. -To whom? -A friend. -Name! -Neske.

Your hands!

You! Come here.

Now you're really fucked.

Take him away.

Where were you last night? -With a friend, at a party.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Oh yes, you never lie.

We haven't found a thing.

Get dressed, you're coming with us. -Nothing.

You said you were there around eleven thirty?

And stayed till...? -Three thirty.

You were together the whole time? -I think...

Don't think! Don't think!

We were not together the whole time.

Where was Sasa? -At the party.

But you said you were not together... -He's lying.

I think... -Don't think.

I was talking to a girl.

Sasa was mingling. -Don't lie.

Why would I lie? -Don't lie!

Can someone back up your story?

Everyone at the party. -Everyone?

People who know him. -Listen.

If you are lying, your fucked. Understand?

You're fucked!

Go clean yourself.

You can go.

Your friend confirmed your story.

Sit down.

Now you can go.

Sit down.

I have a stomach ache.

We just received your approval for France.

Our Association will pay all the expenses.

We have to send your passport, for visa.

There is one more thing. It's not good news.

We have a new owner. Nice man.

He'll allow us to practice till you're here.

Then he'll turn this into a pool room.

It doesn't pay off to keep a shooting gallery.

Money is in poker strips. -Where will we go?

You'll go to another team, everyone wants you.

Don't worry about me. Third thing... Igor.

We watched the game and I left around midnight.

He then went to see a girl. She confirmed it.

Igor's not a killer. -I know, they let him go.

He called 1 5 minutes ago, want's to get some sleep.

Now go to your practice.

Hi.

Excuse me for a moment.

Tomorrow is my birthday. -I know.

Why didn't you call me? -lgor was in jail.

Shall I see you?

I have to go back, but I'll call you.

These walls are terrible, pure concrete.

What happened downtown? -Girl said I was with her.

I'll get it.

What is it? Didn't expect us?

What do you want now?

Make us a coffee, kid. -Sit down!

You thought, Neske's dead and you're off the hook?

I paid my debt. -Lie! You still owe some money.

I had a deal with Neske. -What deal? Motherfucker!

Your deal died with him. Now you owe us. Understand!

Don't touch my medal! -Shut up, kid.

I know this is worthless, but I could appreciate it.

You'll take it just to humiliate me.

Fuck you! I don't give a shit for you.

One junkie more or less. -OK, you're upset.

Next time will be the last.

One week! You'll give me the money

or both of you will join Neske. Get it?

Don't you dare to sell the medal. -I won't.

You said that for the gallery. -Medal is mine!

I can do with it as I please! So shut up.

I can't... -What? -I can't take it! -What?

You selling our stuff and stoned all the time!

They pushing us around!

You were something, now you are a prick!

I can't look at you.

Shall we play? -No.

Let's have a joint.

Since when do you puff?

It seems I'm going to the Championship.

Notification came from the Association.

Congratulations.

The morning after the police picked me...

I came home and opened the sack.

I lied to the cops.

I've realized that later on.

I know.

You juked me.

I know everything. -What do you know?

I'm totally fucked up.

I can't have it in my place. Sorry.

Maybe I'm a... wuss.

You'll give me the sack.

Be calm, like there's nothing around you.

You don't hear a thing.

Then you are focused.

Your father was ice cold. Igor was a born shooter.

And you inherited their best.

Happy birthday. -You didn't forget.

Of course not.

I drank mine. -So have l.

I heard a good joke last night...

Shall we have some more? -Yep. Beer.

Cvika? -Why me? -Go get some beer.

Please, it's my birthday. -I'll buy some chips too.

I'm drunk. -I'm dead drunk.

Look!

Hey...

I've missed you.

And?

I've missed you a lot.

What's the matter with him? -Overdose.

Breath!

Wake up! Wake up, motherfucker!

I'll get salt and water!

Where's the salt? -lgor! -Where is it?

Wake up, motherfucker!

Fuck you! Wake up!

What now? -Hold tight his arm.

Igor! Hurry up! -I can't!

How? -ln the old one. -What?

Easy, easy...

Are you OK?

I'm fine. What's with you, people?

I'm fine...

Where's the medal? You sold it, idiot!

Calm down! Fuck the medal, he's alive! -Fuck them!

Sasa? Open up!

Open the door! Please.

Where are you going? -I'll be right back.

You're drunk!

Where are you going? Sasa! -Go home.

Go home! -I won't!

Open the door, Sasa! Open the door!

You can't drive, you're drunk! Open up!

Let's go back. Please! -Go home.

Go home, I said! -I'm going with you!

Get out! -No!

Igor is OK. -What do you want?

Get out! -No! We're going with you!

Don't yell!

I'm going with you. -No. -Where are you going?

I won't be long.

Where did he go?

What's with him? He's totally crazy.

You're his friend, you should go with him.

But you don't give a fuck.

Maybe something happened to him?

What's the matter with you? Say something.

He's not back yet. Something's wrong.

It's fucking freezing outside.

I'm shot, bro!

Where? -On the roof! -I can't see him!

Motherfucker!

Did you hear that?

What? -Shots fired.

You motherfucker!

Where is that jerk!

Get down!

Motherfucker!

Sale... -What?

Stop the car. Stop the car!

Fuck! Let me see! Hold this. It's not bad.

We must get her to the hospital. -Shut up!

You'll be OK. You hear?

I think I better go home. -Go. -What do you mean?

Go! Go home!

Now! -I'll go... That will be the best.

Can you make it?

We'll fix it.

What happened?

I'll call the ambulance.

Don't!

Doctor will be here in 1 0 minutes.

Friend of mine.

Where's the sniper?

Answer me! Your silence is killing you.

How can you take the law into your hands?! Idiot!

Where did you get this crazy idea?!

Someone has to. -What?! It won't be you!

I went to war and paid for both of us!

Yes! And you became a junkie and a wuss!

You fucked yourself and everything around you.

So cut the crap! -Don't you talk to me like that!

I will! You let yourself be humiliated!

They took our medal! -Medal is mine! -No!

OK. I'm a junkie. And a wuss.

Because I couldn't forget the faces of people

who were not aware that I'll blow their brains out.

Every time it gets easier to pull the trigger.

You're doing it without thinking about it.

You're trying not to see their faces.

You look at their legs...

Stomach, ears. But in the end...

all you can see are their faces and eyes.

And think you'll forget it in time. You can't.

When I came back...

I went to the shooting gallery.

Dressed up, took my rifle, position...

Aimed.

But I saw faces of all those people

going before me very, very fast.

Then I realized that sport is dead for me.

Rifle represents only death.

I'm a wuss, I admit it.

Where's the sniper? -ln the basement.

Hello. This is the vehicle

tracked down upon citizen's report.

We know the owner? -Gordic lgor, J.G. 1 20.

You find a weapon? -Just fingerprints and blood.

One point for me.

Call special unit.

Bye, guys.

You must act like everything is normal.

Have breakfast, go to practice and then to town.

Like nothing happened. OK?

OK.

Go.

Now? -Now.

Go on! I'll see you later.

All clear!

It's open!

Don't move! -Put the gun down!

That many people got up this early because of me!

Don't fuck with me! Put the gun down!

I'm not fucking around.

Maybe it wasn't you. Don't make any more trouble!

No! Don't!

Your brother was a great guy, until he took the...

You should be proud of him.

Listen...

You're smart, you'll be a champion.

Maybe even bigger than your brother was.

He would've want that. -I know.

Can I go now? -Wait!

If you continue with it...

Igor killed himself for nothing.

You owe your brother a lot.

Don't worry for those two... They won't bother you.

Igor Gordic gave us gold. In these hard times

when out nation is threatened,

the whole world saw how we can win gold.

Our marksman, with steady arm,

have shown that the spirit can not be broken.

Now our national anthem is sang in every home.

We thank to coach Jovanovic, lgor Gordic

and the country that gave us such a champion.

I saw Sanja.

She's going to London.

When will she be back? -Never.

When are you leaving?

Tomorrow.

Don't came back without a medal, bro.

Want to play ball?