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WHEN I AM DEAD AND WHITE

Don't push? Can't you see that
people are still climbing in?

I've been waiting, but they are not moving.

What is it? Same old story?
- Where should we go, Milutin?

You know how it is. The job is
done, you got the money.

Fend for yourselves. - But
- No buts! Go to a factory, to city.

I'm not running a charity here.

Bubreg!

Come here. -What?
- What should I do?

Run away you idiot, or you're doomed.

Where to? Sit on a branch, and chirp like a bird?

Run as far as you can from here.
Look at me.

I have a degree in economics, and
what do I do?

I pour water for the manager to
wash his face.

First chance I get, I'll be
out of here, brother.

Milutin!

Need to talk to you. -What is it?

I've been throwing up ever since that time in the
showers. I'm scared. -Doesn't fool me.

When I am dead and white,
I would still like,

at least to be a lamp of some sod.

Wait here.

Little Micho, mama's boy,
girls are saying he is coy.

All the girls are happy,
when the men are hungry.

Only Micho is an exception,
he's ready to bang each one of them.

Who is it? -Does Koviljka Pesich
still live here?

- Why are you looking for her?
- I need her.

You can tell it to me, I'm her husband.
What is it?

I'm her son. -So you the one
that is roaming around the world.

Aren't you supposed to be working somewhere.
- Where is mother?

Working, where else.

Where is that knife Micho?
- Why do you need it?

You can't find anything in this house.

I'll be right back.

You never wrote you'd come.
- I didn't have the time.

Listen, I was at the house.
- You saw that I'm not living alone.

What can one do, I have
to survive somehow.

Who's that? -My fiancee.
- She looks healthy.

Mom, give me some money.

I would, but I need it for a credenza.
You saw what our kitchen is like.

Doesn't matter. I'll find a way.

You are still so shod, I could eat
from the top of your head.

What will you do now?
- I don't know.

I'm looking for work,
but there isn't any.

People are being let off everywhere.
ls there any work here? At least for her.

None, everyone is buying
washing machines now.

Why don't you go to the employment office?
At least let them sign you in.

What happened? -Nothing. They
say 'come back in a month'.

Father, dead. Mother?
- Killed. I've nowhere to go now.

I was told you are looking for
workers.

A couple of nights, until the nightwatch returns from the I

What about school? Why don't you
study? -It didn't work.

When I was a kid I got hit
in the head. Yes.

We played with a mine.
It hit me.

And? -I can't study.
- Sign here.

You smoke? Give me light, don't
just stand! -I've got no matches.

Listen, careful with the whores here.
I got screwed.

And straight to bed.
You're working the night shift.

Niko, wake up!

A new one is here.

Lay next to Milorad,
have some sleep.

You new?

Sleep. -I can't.

What's eating you?

I need to piss.

People, the manager's been stabbed!

Hurry!

Put him down here.

Phone, quick! Call the doctor.
Don't wait.

What are you doing, you fool?
You'll freeze.

They made it easy for me.

Don't you want to talk?
We've been talking for three years now.

You're right.

I'm hungry-

If our comrades could go hungry during the war,
you can do it too.

I think I'm pregnant.
- I have nothing to do with that.

I knew you'd say that.
- Are you sure the baby is mine?

How about manager Milutin?
Didn't he do you to?

You were doing his laundry.
- Other girls did the laundry too.

He did all of you.

He's weird. -Who? -Milutin.
He would only do it under the shower.

He'd call you to rub his back,
and then throw you to the ground

and spray you with cold water.
- Don't laugh.

He had a cold all the time.

No way, your hands are greasy.

IDs please.

There he is! -Get him!

Get him! He's a criminal!

Don't let him escape!
A thief!

Catch him!

Give him to me!

Stealing! -Say that I got him.

I should get an appartment.

Halt!

Who's that idiot?
- Why is nobody careful?

Where is the security?
Security!

If the idiot is not taking care of
himself,why would anyone else?

Screw that, Milan.
I'm not going to jail because of you.

Comrades, quite please!
Go back to your positions.

We're proceeding with the competition.
Back to your positions.

Are you crazy?! Get away!

Idiot!

Take it easy, comrade.
Watch the language.

Where is the director of the
Culture House?

That's me. What is it?

They told me you're here.
What's with my contract?

We'll have Nezmija Pagarusa,
it's all been taken care of.

I knew it. -What is it?
What are you staring at. Back to your positions.

Is there a hotel here?
- I don't know. Can I come with you?

Hop in.

They screwed you, didn't they?
Don't be upset.

Even the prizes are not that great.
A vacation in Greece and such.

What would one do in Greece?

Why the moustache?
- No reason. I like it.

Take a breath. Now.
Let's sing 'Where are you darling?'.

Give me a cigarette.

Why are you called
Jimmy the Dinghy?

I nicked a dinghy when I was a kid,
so I got the nickname.

You're like an Englishman. -Yes.
Do it again. -What? -Sing!

Why are you laughing? -Why are you
singing when you have no clue?

How do you know that I have no clue?

I have to do something,
I need money.

This sister is not falling for it,
you've got that wrong, brother.

And you're not exactly a stallion.

What a pair for duet I had!
He loved me.

He gave me so much.
- I'm giving you something too.

Yeah right.
You've been giving it to me all night.

He was such a dandy!
He had suits custom tailored four times a year.

We even went to Belgrade,
we took pictures together.

When I flirted with
a drummer,

he cut me with a knife.
I still have a scar. Look.

Who is it?

Police.

Dule! Some joke!
- Sister.

I saw Muta the Fool.
- So what if you saw him?

He is getting a band together.
- Who's in it?

A trumpet, a clarinet, a drum.

Beat it, bye.

You're not on best terms with
the police, are you? -No.

What's with you?
- Shall we do it again?

You mama's skinny boy!
So young, but so naughty.

If you only had any body hair.

Loose the schmuck. Sing on your own.
- Change the bar.

Same old cow. -An ass talking;
doesn't upset me.

Journalist Speglar is there.
I'll ask him

to write something about you.
Keep on singing.

Hi honey.
What's up?

Wha'll you have, Duskica?
- Nothing, thanks. I'm buying.

Ficho! A Monastery brandy
for Speglar.

This backwater is killing me.

I speak three languages, and who
can I talk to here?

My editor was a sheppard until
the other day. Doesn't matter:

He's a Party member. On his way up.

What can we do?
We have to tour to make money.

We're all in trouble.
But him, he adores singing.

Come here.
Help him, please.

Me? -Publish a photo,
write an article, something.

Put in a title:
Known countrywide.

Do it for me.
- I'll do it just for you.

Otherwise, I'm fed up with 'promising talents'.

Shall we meet tomorrow?

To read the article, before I submit
it to the paper. .

At my place around five.
OK?

Yikes, an awful neighbourhood. I had
an abortion here with a Russion 'doctor'.

Mosha from Pera Stankovic orchestra.
My bows.

Look at her!. Duskica!

I kiss your hand, Duska.
How are you doing?

Gang, can I come with you? -Beat it.

I'll play in the rhythm section.
- Get lost. -Wait, stop.

Where are you going, wait!

Duska stop.

If you don't take me, I'll
douse myself with gasoline.

I know your tricks!

You don't believe me? OK.
- What are you doing?

What's that, man?
Let's go. Jump in.

Jimmy, careful, don't put him on fire.
Blow that match out!

Duska, you're one hell of a woman.

I'm on my own now.

One soul, one mouth.

Where are you playing?
- Thanks for asking, nowhere.

Then what do you live from?
- Music.

Till yesterday I worked with
Lale the Pig.

Now I have no gig.
They kicked me out.

We left for Uzice, but ran out of gas.

They told me to take the train to Ljig.

Told me to buy a litre of gas,
so that we can make it to a pump.

I knew it was a setup.

They darted to Uzice without me,

and stupid me bought the gasoline.

Hi sweetie!

Condolences. Last night I
heard that Cheda died.

Don't ask. I'm still out of my head.
How are you?

I wanted to send you a telegram,
but did not know where you were.

Jimmy, let me introduce you.
This is the famous Zana Vasic.

I told him a lot about you.
That is Mosha.

Listen, I don't have a gig now.
How about you?

I do. -We are related by death.

If you don't order any drinks soon,
you'll get a kick in the butt.

Where are you going?
We have to stay somewhere.

No. The new owner wants money,
and not losers like you.

Don't! What are you saying?

What's with you? -Listen

You Gipsy motherfucker. Get out.
- C'mon, take it easy.

I've had enough of you Gipsies and hookers!

Who are you calling a hooker?
- You're a hooker too. Out!

Calm down.

Beat it! Out!

What are you waiting for? -Nothing,
I'm from Duska's orchestra.

We just arrived by car.
- Order a drink or get out.

Colleagues, I am honoured
to report,

that Kole is shitting his
pants in front of the new owner!

Ladies and gentlemen, I knew
I'd find you here!

Vule!

Vule Cvetic,
the famous radio singer.

Started like the rest of us,
now he's making millions.

I'm just back from a great tour
of Western Europe

and now I'm in the hospitality business.

Kole, drinks for everyone!

Jealous? You can come with me
to Zlatibor. To 'apartments'.

Comrades, brothers. See that
even we are getting ahead.

Didn't Adam Krstic record two
gold albums?

Wasn't Radojka elected to the
parliament?

Long live our deputies!

Colleagues, quiet please.

Let's listen to the young talent.
- Let's listen!

Sing 'l was going to and fro'.

Colleagues quiet! I'll sing you
the latest song.

You haven't heard it yet.
- No, let him sing!

Allow me, I'm from his ensemble.

That is not 'him' it's Jimmy the Dinghy.

Let him be. Let me show you my office.

As a jury, we are nominating
the young artist

Jimmy the Dinghy! -For the best singer
of western Serbia.

Now, an Uzice dance!

Give me the key to take my stuff.
I'm leaving.

It's with Duska.
- To hell with you all!

That was clever.
Why would you spend your money?

Where are you headed? -To Milanovac.
- We passed it already.

Don't you have any brains?

You're writing to someone?

Pretending you've no one to write to?
- I'm alone.

That's how our lives are passing.

Wanna eat? Have some.

It won't hurt you, won't it?

I hear you like slim women.
- All of them.

You're young.

Come.

Uzice is still way ahead.
Come.

How young you are.

I'm healthy, honestly.

Let's do it, just a little bit.

I will take you to Uiice.

I have an apartement.

Who's that? -My finacee.
My sweetheart, young as dawn.

A new one? -No, we've been
together for three years now.

He came to visit me now.

Here we are.

It's hot! -Just a bit more.

Wait!

Quickly. That's the way.

Stand up.

Have some jello.
I cooked it myself.

Sorry.

Where are the cigarettes?
- I'll bring them right away.

Hi, Mitzi.
You're back? -Yes.

Do you want to eat? -Sure.

What's for lunch?
- Beans. -Perfect.

Give me hot peppers.

Another railroad man?

Listen, Mitzi.
I'm a soldier.

You can't bring just anyone here.

How many times do I have to tell you?

God knows what punk he may be.
He might even not have an ID.

Don't say that, brother.
The boy is in love with me.

Don't be amoral.

Young singer's popularity growing.

What are you saying? Show it to me.

A singer! -Who? -This guy of mine.
As I said, he's a stand up guy.

Well if he is honest
Where is he? -Sleeping upstairs.

We're having a recital
at the barracks today.

He could sing there! -Of course.
He'll gladly do it.

Mitzi! -I'm coming!

I believe that my motherland
will not fail.

From death for freedom,
new freedom will spring.

Just as a rose springs from
a flowery seed.

Just like a chick hatches from an egg.

My country suffered a lot,

it was always martyred,
always partitioned.

But she knew that she'll
resurrect one day

and spread her wings.
Our motherland won't die.

Have you taken care of my pay?
- Don't worry. It's been regulated.

How much? -Ten thousand.
- What?

Isn't that enough?
- I have to think about the future.

And now our guest,
a known singer, Jimmy the Dinghy.

Way to go, brother-in-law.
You sing like an angel. -Don't I?

Colonel is thrilled.

I arranged for you to join us in
maneuvers to inspire

some enthusiasm in soldiers.
Let me introduce you to the colonel.

Where's the 7th squadron?
- I don't know, comrade colonel.

A fuck up! Find them.
- Yes, sir!

Have you done your army duty? -No.
- You better not.

Comrade colonel!
Three kilometres north-west,

azimuth 880, fire.
- I'll be going.

Where to? -I'll go wait for
the musicians, comrade.

Comrades dentists!

How are you? You are always on
your own like Robinsons.

It's great that I've met you.
Your apartment is ready.

Your chairs and a fridge are there.

I'm ready to join in with you.

Buy yourself a sink. -Excuse me?

I wasn't listening.

What is that, comrades?
What's wrong?

A walk out, comrad director.
- Don't beat around the bush. It's a strike.

Who are you protesting against?
This is a workers' country!

Why did you not let me know,
instead of raising hell?

Quiet down! We looked for you
at the town hall, comrade chairman.

We were told you went to catch
some fresh air. -That's true.

I'm a human being too.
My workday is over.

I went out to get some fresh air.

I had a chat with comradesses.

Let's discuss the problem at the
workers' council.

Wait, comrades.
- We've had enough!

There should be law and order in this country.

Why are you building political factories,

and then leaving us to
bear the consequences?

You! -No.

You! -Yes.

Here is your room.
Yours is on the right at the end.

Bye brother-in-law. Have a good rest.

Excuse me, a mistake.

Who's that?

Who knows, perhaps a truck driver.

Doesn't matter. Just as long as he's not
an idiot like your director.

He's handsome, isn't he?

The first good-looking one.
Definitely not from around here.

I haven't noticed him until now.
- Neither have I.

Listen to this.

The county court in Doboj

condemned Trivun Bjelanovic
to death by fire squad

for the gruesome murder
of Savo and Stanoje Gligoric.

Due to extremely poor health

his punishment has been commuted
to 20 years without parole.

Bjelanovic used an axe to kill
Savo and Stanoje Gligoric,

while they were playing chess.

Let's go to the movies?

Excuse me.

If I could just get away from it all!
I'm fed up with everything.

It's me and lbro. Can we?
- Yes, but tomorrow.

They'll give in one of these days.
- You always screw it up.

Why do you have to wear that stupid coat?
You look like the Russian Tzar.

Are you taking the first aid course?

A colonel will give a speech tonight.

Let him fuck you. As if we need
a colonel for the evening!

You could go play tennis in those boxers.

What about them?
- Should the blonde see you,

she'd get straight to your bed.

That son is looking for something better"

Under a blanket you'd be good too.

You can pass yourself for anything in dark.
- Idiot!

You're not getting it.

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

Ibro! Has it started?
- What? -You know what.

What are you talking about, stupid!
It's maneuvers.

It's my first toothache ever.
And it struck in the middle of the night.

Do you know where the clinic is?
- No, I don't.

Comrade, where is the clinic?
- Go straight, then turn right.

Chairman, what's your decision?
- Back to work people.

Why are you staring?
Didn't you hear him.

Let's first switch paychecks,
and than we can talk.

Comrades, stop debating.
Let's get down to work.

How long have you been in pain?
- Since last night. I couldn't get any sleep.

Hello, comradesses.

Excuse me, comrade.
Are you in charge of cultural affairs?

I would like to have some
entertainment for the workers.

Could you organize a recital tonight?

Not tonight. -How about afternoon?

Fine. You see, the work disruption
ended today.

People need some
Excuse me.

Health above all.

What is it? Why don't you dance?
- Who with?

Think of something, dance alone.

One, two, three.

You guys have no clue.
Who asked for music?

The strike was successful.
Play a march for workers and peasants.

A march you can listen to
in army barracks, not here.

Don't bullshit, just sing,
or get lost!

Who said that?

Who are you to tell me that?
- Workers, you idiot. Proletarians.

I can see that. And smell it too.
- Don't insult them.

Don't forget that you are our guest.
Don't insult your hosts.

Keep quiet, old man.

Play 'March to Drina' when I say. -As you wish.

What will you do? -I'll leave.
- Where to? -I'll go with Jimmy.

Don't haste.

Calm down, sleep it over,
we'll talk in the morning.

Why? This is my opportunity.
- Say, who's that guy.

You'd go with the first one that took you by the hand.

A small correction, Miss.
She said herself she's coming with me.

I'm taking her to Belgrade.
- What she doesn't have here?

I've never seen an uglier place.
5000 men and what else?

That is all this place has for you.

What do you offer?
- Me, nothing. -Some choice.

It'd be better if you found some work. -Thanks.

Yeah, advice is just what I need.
- Where are you taking her?

To your mummy and daddy?
- I have no mummy and daddy.

A shrapnel hit me in the head,
when I was little.

I can't work
- Listen to that

On Saturday, Sept 9, at the
grand dance hall in Belgrade

a competition of young
singers will take place.

Organized by: V. Sliskovic.
Music by: Biseri.

Registration by Sept 25. Did you hear?
- As you can see, she made up her mind.

You fool. He'll dump you at the first corner.

Bye .

Jimmy, bro! What's up?
- Looking for work.

Let me introduce you. -Bojana.
- Glad to meet you. V. Sliskovic.

What are you doing, old pal? -I sing.

Repertoire? -Red Handkerchier,
Suljaga and so forth.

Folk music, I see.
- I saw the ad in a magazine.

Could you set me up
- Yes, yes.

It's true that I'm the best music
promoter in the Balkans,

but today rock 'n' roll is in.
What can I start with you?

I dig that too.
- Do you know how competitive it is?

Listen Bubreg, if you help me out
this time everything will be fine.

Watch it. If you fail, you're finished.
- It's a deal. Let's go.

Who's that crow?
- Listen, Jimmy.

What matters now is talent.
If you have it, you'll make it.

If not, 'goodbye boy'.
See you in Kutin.

They're playing swing.

It's not swing but 'beat music'.

I am coming.

Bubreg!

I never practiced this new style.
- Don't worry, Jimmy.

Just get up there and sing.

Isn't that so, Miss?
- Of course it is.

Here's a young hippie from Krusevac.

Pred rag Jovanovic Pedja!

Janko Bugarski,
alias Jimmy the Dinghy!

Get lost, idiot!

Let's sing.

Why are you quiet?
- Where are we going?

Don't know. Apatin, Karlovci,
how would I know?

We'll find a gig with some innkeeper.

And in the meantime, should we
starve to death?

If our fathers were able to make
it through the war,

why couldn't the two of us do it?

And don't fake class.
Come chirp a bit.

That's not how you spoke,
when you took me away.

Piece of shit!

You think I don't want a different life,
to settle down?

That's why I went with you.

Why would I have brought you to Belgrade otherwise?

I wanted to do something, anything.
And what?

What now?

Say something.
- What should I tell you?

Anything. Isn't there still something
bonding us?

Sure. Now that you've ruined my life.

Missy.

Who took me out?
- Me. Doesn't matter. -Thanks.

Where are my things? -There.
- Are you OK now?

Don't worry. Just let me have some fresh air.

Stop!

Jimmy!

Working, aren't you? -I do. What about you?
- Nothing. Falling apart

What are you going to do?
- Don't know. Will figure it out.

Look how much money.
It will last until Sunday.

Let's go.

Good day, director.
- Good day.

Anything new? -Couldn't get any work.
Reforms in economy. -And?

Could I take Bubreg's job?

And that's yours too.
- I'll call the police.

That's what I was thinking about.

She can stay until delivery.
What do you want?

Doesn't look like you are pregnant too.
- Easy there, director.

I shall stay to make you company too.

I have proof about four underage girls.

You'll get eight years at least.

OK. The two of you move in with Zika Pavlovic.

Have you settled in?

Why are you silent?

Little whore's bluffing.
- It couldn't have been yours anyways.

What's with you? Are you crazy?

Kneel down! -What do you want?
- I want to take a shower with you.

Crawl!

A shithead, eh?

Let's play

Janko!

I'm not Janko, but Jimmy the Dinghy.

Jimmy, come out to apologize to me in public.

Wait, I'm taking a shit now.

Janko, come out!

What's with him?
- No idea.

THE END