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Comrades, the war is over.

But the revolution still lasts. Our, People's revolution!

The election day is near,

so we need to draw peasants to our side by giving a good example.

And who are 'we'?

You, me, this boy over there with his music...

You with your pliers and screwdriver... - And you?

Me? With my head. Everybody has something.

They don't like People's authority in Zagradje.

How would they like us, anyway? They didn't shave until we shaved a half of them.

But we have to give an example about who's right.

As soon as we share cans, get to the business.

If someone wants to pay, you don't accept the money,

but repair everything for free. That's the only way we could win.

Comrade Topolovacki, this is the boy from grammar school.

Hi there!

Comrade Topolovacki is in charge of the action in Zagradje.

We need someone to play music. - We're driving the packages, "village-city" action.

Do you smoke? You don't.

Comrade Topolovacki wants to share the packages in cheerful atmosphere. Get it?

People's hearts must be won.

Ok, but who's gonna justify my absence from school? I'm already two years late.

Don't worry, that's our business.

There goes the red machine...

THE AMBUSH

Play there for your comrades. - What?

Play something folksy.

What shall we play? - A wedding song. - Ok.

Here they are, comrade Jotic.

Name? - Tadija Simeonovic.

And you, what's your name? - Mine? - No, but mine!

I'm Stevan Živkovic, sir.

You steal boots for the front? Fucking bandits! - We did not! - Enough!

Sir, please don't. I already have my two brothers died.

Tadija went completely crazy.

We should have pushed them away, rather than pushing these boxes.

How would poor Ljubica manage herself? She neither has horses nor tray.

Comrades, there's no mercy for robbers.

Your sons are starving at the Sremian front,

and they steal what you've prepared for our army.

Mickey!

Where have you been yesterday? - I was taken to Zagradje.

Of course, your SKOJ again. - No, I swear!

I immediately jumped the train after projection.

Wait, where are you going to?

What, what are you staring at?

What is it, Mickey? They're getting on my nerves. I can't stand them anymore.

A soldier feels nice when he sees a pretty girl. So what?

They're looking at me as if I'm a white crow.

And they call me Crow. So what?

Ive the Crow.

Why did they give you this nickname? - Haven't I told you? - No.

Back there in Lastva, at the sea...

I was good at impersonating seagulls.

Everybody would laugh.

And when Italians killed my father,

when I was left all alone and came here to my aunt's,

they thought I impersonate crows.

If you'd only know what are seagulls compared to crows! - What?

What? Come and see. Hold it.

Mickey, careful with the bike!

I can run faster than your bicycle.

Ive, come!

Do you love me, Ive?

Kiss me.

You know, I can't stop thinking about that thing yesterday.

Let's go home.

Topolovacki dropped dead next to the tray.

I saw him opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

What is it?

I know, but that's not a single problem in this world.

I don't get you. - They'll judge my dad tomorrow.

If he's honest, they won't do anything to him. - What's the use? You see what times have come.

You don't know who drinks, and who buys.

It's revolution, Mickey. An individual is the most important part of it.

He's not guilty, believe me! - If he's honest, you shouldn't be worried.

Sure. We must take care of everybody.

Down with bourgeoisie and kulaks!

Long live people's uprising!

Mister judge... - Comrade! One says 'comrade' today!

Comrade judge, I was only doing my job. - You are not our comrade!

What about us who spilled our blood for the freedom,

while you were peeling the skin off people's back?

We didn't do our job, did we? - That's right!

Tito-Stalin!

In the name of the people!

This court finds Dušan Smalajkovic, the lawyer from Anjevci,

to be a war profiteer. It is proven that he bought his house

by robbing the people and collaborating with occupational forces. - To death!

The judgment is as follows:

1) All movable and fixed assets of Dušan Smalajkovic are to be confiscated.

2) Dušan Smalajkovic is to be deprived of all civil rights for a five-year period.

3) The house of Dušan Smalajkovic is to be given on disposal to hospital for the wounded.

Ive, where are you going?

Come back, will you?

Renunciation of earthly joys, enjoyment, asceticism,

and serving of God, used to be ideals of medieval time.

I'm quoting:

"Condemned by God, weeped by angels, "reacting to laughter with fury."

Such is the horror that the old Serbian poetry is full with.

Comrade teacher, look what she writes in her scrapbook:

"If love is sinful and loving is a sin, then God is sinful for loving the mankind, too".

"I assimilated with the mindless scum,

and got equal to them,

"becoming piteous for the good deeds, full with desires,

"and filled with shame."

Listen and repeat after me:

"Being dead even before the death.

"I condemn myself even before the court does.

"Before the endless torment...

"... I am self-tormented out of despair."

SKOJ members, a meeting! - The class is not over yet.

Comrade, I think that freedom has just begun.

Dalmo disregarded the task of communist youth today.

Would Stalin's Komsomol guys do the same, eh?

Let's be honest, he's the only one who fought against the Chetniks. - Enough!

It's all because of that Smalajkovic's daughter, I'm telling you.

As if you wouldn't nail such broad. - You make jokes after the meeting.

If you want my oppinion, I have no thoughts about our enemy's daughters.

Listen, comrades.

You know how much I'm for the present day. There, give me the toughest task.

If I need to kill Smalajkovic, ok. I'll kill him.

But is it Milica's fault for being his daughter?

None of us chose our father. - I know these stories!

That's how Subasic and those liberals talk.

And we know who mostly deflects from Sremian front.

They don't give a shit! Excuse my language.

What I have to do, then? - As first, to get off Milica.

As second... - She's of petit bourgeoisie kind, let me tell you.

Second thing: throw these from the school dance. The commitee's guideline.

Hold this.

When this would hang around Milica's neck, only then you'll be one of us.

By the decision of school's Anti-fascist League commitee,

from now on, the anti-fascist members' school dances

are to be attended by members only.

These people should leave the dance immediately:

Ognjen Strk, Persida Vujin, Marko Todorovic, Bata Savkovic.

Who are you to throw us away?

Hey, where do you go? Is this their dance to kick us out?

Come back, I'm telling you. They can do shit.

Who are you, anyway? Let me go! Let me go, or I'll show you!

Come on, play.

Not that!

Play that song of ours "On the top of Romanija mountain".

On the top of Romanija mountain Chetniks' skin is being ripped

Let be ripped, who cares...

Where do they take them? - To Smalajkovic's house.

Where have you been? Do you know what time is?

I couldn't come earlier.

Italians killed his father, all because of damn politics.

And now him, too! - Alright, alright, auntie!

Instead of making up for all the lost years and unfinished school,

he puts the cap on and wanders around.

Medanic?

That's me. - Name?

Ive.

They call me Crow. - I asked about your name.

Well, Ive... Ive Medanic.

SKOJ member? - Yes.

Come with me.

Comrade, Misa is not guilty. - At the right place, I said.

Yes? We are informed.

You've been playing music at the "village-city" action, have you? - Yes.

Could you recognize those who were shooting?

That's his duty. He's a member of SKOJ.

Ozren, should me and the kid go to Zagradje and discover who killed Topolovacki?

Alright. - Ok, but what about the school?

It's easy with that, now it's revolution time.

This guerilla kills me. I haven't taken a crap in five days.

Look.

I saw this one. I'm sure.

Marko! That's what I thought.

I think I haven't seen any of these people there.

Look, the priest carries the cans. - Now I know what to do. Come on.

Zora!

God helps, father. - God help you.

Do not mind, father. I'll help you.

Where do you want me to put this? - Right there in the corner.

Well, well... A whole package fit into a single sack.

Who gave you this? - What do I know? Peasants. - What peasants?

Get your ass from here, you punk!

Easy, priest. Say who gave you this, 'cause I don't have much time.

I don't know. Who are you, anyway?

- OZNA officer.

Ive! - Hold it.

You hold it.

Todor, I think. - Todor, who?

Todor Milkin.

Bring another liter of wine!

Say, what do you have for a snack?

Beans with beef intestines. - Yuck, I don't eat that shit.

It's clean, sir. - Get lost.

Comrade Zeka, they're coming.

I want to hear you at the top of Zagradje. Understood?

Take a closer look. - This one here.

He wasn't.

He might be...

He's for sure. - Alright.

Now tell me where Marko and his gang are.

You don't know, eh? - I don't. Do whatever you like.

What about you? - I know nothing.

What about you, Boza? - I don't know either.

If I would let your son out of jail, would you remember then?

So, you don't know where Marko is? Turn your back!

I'm asking for the last time: Where is Marko?

Don't play with your life, Bozidar. I can shoot lower, too.

Ask Sekula.

Where is your husband? - He's not here. He went to town.

Baca you go to the barn, you Ive go to the cellar, and I'll go inside the house.

Why didn't you shoot, you fucking peasants? I'll kill all of you scumbags!

Confiscate everything.

What is it Baco? - Corn, comrade Zeko, only corn.

Rest of it is empty.

There's nothing up there.

My Hohner! - What did I tell you?

Look. The American stuff.

How do you do?

Fine. You? - I just dropped by. Is your mother at home?

No. - Then it's ok, right? - Ok, we'll do it in the classroom.

Wait, wait.

What do you have in there? - Easy!

First you give it to me, and then I'll give it to you.

Say, where is your sister? - Why do you need her?

I guess this kid needs to screw something, too. - Boy you are silly!

You know she's pregnant. - That's not important. Call her quickly.

Slavka!

Come out, Zeka came.

Let me dress first. - Doesn't matter, you're prettier that way.

What's the occasion, Zeka? - Going hunting, Slavka.

Even rabbits (Zeka) go hunting nowadays! - Such is the time, what can you do.

Everything went upside down nowadays.

While honest are dying, hoodlums... - Screw fine chicks, you mean?

Don't get mad, honey.

The war will end in few days, your Rale will come and everything's gonna be fine.

Zeka, I'm going then. - Where to? - Home.

Are you crazy? The area is full of Chetniks. You wanna get shot?

I can't do this. I'm a SKOJ member. - Leave SKOJ now. Get in!

I don't want to! - You wanna get a bullet through your head? Get in.

It's pudding! There's cholocate, too. Give it to your mom.

You want some?

Don't get rush. - I have to, I'm always in a hurry!

Shall we? - I don't want to.

How old are you? - Nintheen.

Why do you blush, silly? That's the best age.

You haven't done it before, eh?

That's not of your business. - You haven't, admit.

Come on, lie down.

They're in the school. - You're lying! - I'm not lying, Marko, you know that.

He dates the teacher, and visits her whenever he has time.

Zeka, the Chetniks!

It's alright, Sekula. Let them remember us, fucking communists!

Faster! 316...

Jovanovic, be quicker! 317...

If we finish another parcel on time, you'll become udarniks!

Come on, Tomislav.

30 minutes more, and the lance flag is yours. Be hurry!

And then she comes to me, I grab her... and then the Chetniks came.

What should I do? I ran to call comrade Zeka. - How many of them were there?

About 50-60.

We heard Marko calling for attack! But Zeka pulls out a bomb...

Boy, you don't know what your chick is doing while you show off with OZNA.

What? - She's fucking, that's what. - You're lying.

Go ask Mile the photographer.

Stop it!

Who started?

You, right? Nice example you give to others. I'll tell this to committee.

Now, go clean the gym. What about you?

What are you staring at? Get to work. Go ahead, udarniks!

Mind that old fart doesn't see us. - He can't see a white cat.

Kids, let's skip the biology class. Like, we have a conference.

Ive, have a smoke. - He doesn't dare to.

Because of Milica? - No, but because of the party. They're like monks.

Run, the prof is coming!

On your places, quickly! We practice this for the parade.

3, 4...

My baby wants to shag

She put cloths in her bra

Ive, how's going?

This is my friend Ive, Dalmatian.

What are you looking at? No pennies left!

Don't you screw with me. Do you know who I am?

I'm a clerk at OZNA ministry of culture.

Nice teachers, eh?

Where's your accordion? - At my home.

You could make an orchestra for me, you know. - Ok.

People must elevate in cultural sense today. Get it?

Your rank will save you as soon as it gets tough, comrade warrant officer.

As first, I'm not a warrant officer. As second, I don't wanna talk with them.

Well, well...

Welcome!

You're drunk. - So what?

That's not a custom today. - But being mourned over, is?

Look, look. Some little maps, bags, a leather jacket, and a motorcycle. A true elite!

You're so naive! Like, wandering across the country, and organizing something.

We do organize! - And screw something, too, eh?

You're a germ of new authority. - People are listening.

Get off me! Your task is to hunt Marko, and you're showing off across the town.

Shut up, you drunkard! - Fuck you.

Come on. Battalion, march on! 1, 2...

3, 4...

Please, understand already: it goes from C major.

Hold it, hold it!

Brothers, that's a big crap.

Now you'll hear how one sings properly.

Hello, comrades! - Hello.

Stjepan, Ranko and you... Follow me.

I need people for the ambush. - And I need people for the show, comrade colonel.

Do you? Do not whimper like a bear. That's only for tonight.

You boy, how are you? - Fine.

Say, comradess wants to ask you something.

Ive, this is comradess Milanka. - Ive Medanic.

The comradesses from county Anti-Fascist League prepare the show.

As well as any working people, anyway. There's nobody to give them practice.

Comrade Ozren mentioned you, so... - I'm about to play already.

I can't be at two places at once. - Play both here and there, man.

It's better for you to play music than dig, for instance.

Com. Milanka needs help. You should help women if you're already into music.

But I would rather go with you, comrade Ozren.

What about the school, son? - It's not the time for learning.

There's always time for learning.

I'm brainstorming over Marx and "Das Kapital" every night.

But revolution wants us to fight. - Leave revolution!

"Learn, learn, learn", as Lenin said.

What are you doing?

Have a smoke. - They may see us.

Have a smoke, I tell you. - I won't.

I came here 'cause you wanted to. Do something for me once. Smoke!

Milica! We are waiting.

Ive, come on. It starts.

At this famous hour of our socialist present,

let's do everything for our fighters at front.

Let's give our contribution in wheat and flour, to follow the example of our comrades, millers.

And let's do everything for our brave fighters of National Liberation Army.

Long Live NLA of Yugoslavia and partisan battalions!

You must realize that our fighters at front have nothing to eat, and you...

Are you gonna feed my children? - It can't be that way, comradess!

Get them, SKOJ members, do not let kulaks pass!

Let me go, fucking thieves!

As if they haven't robbed us enough!

And you tell me about honesty?

Hold it, comrades. Not everything is being made by force. This is not requisition.

Don't. Peasants will give their wheat willfully and we will complete our task.

This is the third mill, and nobody gives us anything.

If they don't have it, you can't steal out from their mouth. - Mirko, a meeting.

And you Dalmo, come over.

As you might see, comrades, Crow doesn't stick to our decision.

What decision? You're not a court martial.

I warned him long time ago. And he?

Falls under the influence of that bourgie and make fractions.

If people do not give it deliberately, it's not right by force either.

Fuck it, Crow. Where should we find flour, then?

Tell me honestly. What are you looking for there?

Nothing but hotheads and idiots. - It doesn't matter what they're like.

What does it matter, then? - They're who they are. Like everybody else.

It's important that we want something different, better than before.

Yes, but everything you do is taking revenge.

You would do the same if your father was killed.

My dad says that anyone who wish other people's things is not honest.

Even if the state gives him.

What about Jovanka Loparic, or that Topolovacki of yours?

Or Krle the butcher? They took other people's houses as if nothing have happened.

And they gave Pusic's wineyards to Zagorka and her sisters

only because they're first-fighters.

They had all burnt by punitive expedition.

And that's why I have to live in Gypsy shanty town?

So? Live. Gypsies are humans, too.

We can argue like this until tomorrow.

Mickey, I'd like you to give you a present.

But please, come to school with this at least once.

What is it? - Close your eyes.

Is this you've been fighting for? Without justice or trials?

As if you done everything by law, you fucking butchers!

Aim! Fire!

What do you think? - It's better and better.

Come inside to make an agreement. - Let's go.

You could do it better, you know.

We have to hurry up, comradess Milanka. - The conference is at 6pm.

I can't. I caught a cold in Vratarnica yesterday.

Excuse me, I'll have to see comrade Ozren myself.

I have a reading hour. - Wait, let's make a deal first.

Shut the door, please.

That's my sister.

Do you know that song "My handsome"?

"Sergey's hand didn't tremble. He knows he won't stop killing.

He, Sergey, who knows how to love so tenderly, and keep friendship tight.

He's not a rotten young man. Not cruel.

But he knows that his beloved republic is attacked with bestial hatred

by mercenaries of world parasites, by tricked and stimulated soldiers.

And he, Sergey, kills to see the day when murders on Earth will be no more.

Paramonov touches his shoulder, saying: "We'll have to retreat. Soon they'll see us."

For a year already, Pavle Korchagin travels across the Earth in his carriage.

On his grey mare with a clipped ear, he grew up and got stronger..."

Comrades fighters, the class is over. We'll continue tomorrow.

I saw everything, Mickey. - So? It's freedom now.

Comrades! Our children!

This orchard made by your busy hands

proved your maturity and revolutionary conscience.

Young comrades and comradesses,

I open this orchard which is going to be your park.

The park that belongs to you, our pride, and to us, your parents...

and which is not going to be called Todor's hill from now on,

but Youth park...

Don't shoot, these are children! Srdjan...

Do you hear me?

Yesterday they played for Ozren, and today for your school friends.

And you're a warrant officer again. They can't make it without you.

It got hot, Ive. They couldn't make it the other way.

If I could only get Marko. I'm sure he's at Torlaš water mills.

Listen, Zeka... I won't play music anymore.

Even if you'd want to, there's nobody to play with.

I want to go with you.

You know, this is not that Lenin-Stalin shouting shit of yours.

One gets killed there, bro.

Who's your boss now? - He is. - Yes, it's me.

Comrade Jotic, I'm a communist.

Alright. We're leaving tomorrow.

Get back, damn it!

Keep on driving, damn you!

We're dragging for five days already. I smell like a skunk to myself.

You just find Gornjak's son, that's what counts.

Hadn't you stuck Jeep in the river, we'd have Gornjak in jail already.

The boy must speak. Get it?

And I'll go to shove them from behind.

How are we gonna go through mud with these peasant wrecks?

We need them just the way they are.

What? You got tired, bravey?

Yes. It's not easy.

No, it's not. It'll be even tougher.

Say, you lost much weight lately. - Doesn't matter.

If I would only know who made you go through this shit...

Nobody. Nobody forced you to join the partisans either. - So what?

Nothing. I look what you do now. You drink,

you chase other people's women...

You insult socialist fighters. - Listen kid...

I'm one of those who made this what you call present day.

How it's gonna be called tomorrow - socialism or communism -

I don't really give a fuck!

Hey, is anybody home?

Where's your father? - I don't know.

Say where Gornjak is. - I don't know. What is with you?

We know that your father was here with Marko. Say it.

Say it!

What are you doing, damn it? - He must start speaking.

I have enough of this. You heard what Jotic said. - Oh, bro...

This is not anyone's job.

In Siokovo. - At the monastery, eh? - Yes.

I can't see the horses. - I guess they're behind the church.

They noticed us!

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

You're under my command now. - Is that an order? - Yes, it is.

Protect me. - Hurry up!

Stand over there!

What about Gornjak? - He's finished.

Zeka!

Hands behind your head!

Where is Marko? - Why would I tell you?

Where is he? - I don't know, they drafted me...

He's going to die.

What about you? You wanna finish like him?

Don't sir, I never did any harm in my life. - Where's Marko?

He's lying ill at Laza the Lizard's cottage. - You liar!

Why would I lie now when I'm facing the death?

What are you doing? - I'm preparing.

For the wedding, eh? - If you killed these, why would you spare me?

Let's go, kid!

What about Zeka?

There is Siokovo. Go straight to dr Gaja.

You know where his house is? - I do. Is he going to carry him all by himself?

Hey!

Comrade Jotic, he died.

Who? - Marko.

But he's dead.

Get down.

Shut up there! Silence.

Comrade Jotic,

and you others,

the time has come that we in our partisan village of Siokovo can sleep fearlessly.

My dear friends in pain,

captain Jotic is the one who got us rid of Marko,

that bloody cop from Zagradje.

Let Marko's fucking bones

turn in his grave till doomsday!

Comrade Jotic, let me hug you.

Play that song of ours...

Comrade Jotic, what is with Zeka?

Where is Zeka? - Enough, kid. Boy you are boring! Go and look around for him

You heard about Jotic? Yes, that mayor. Him.

He gets close through the orchard, and throws a bomb... Boom!

The horses almost die out of fear. - What happened then?

Aunt, is Zeka there? That officer.

The wounded one? He's lying in bed up there.

How does he feeling? - Ok.

Miloje sprayed him twice today. He doesn't snort at all.

He's sleeping up there. - I'll go see him.

What happened? What else than what Jotic came up with!

Zeka?

Zeka died. - Enough, kid. Keep on, Vidoje.

... but he can't see Marko washing his face at the well.

Zeka died!

Wait! And Jotic pulls the trigger, and...

This. This is what saved us, my friends in pain!

Why do you let him lying?

Tell them you were shooting at dead Marko.

For that thing at the monastery, comrade Zeka paid with his life.

You're drunk, kid. Go get some sleep.

Don't, comrade Jotic. Tell them that this revolution is an honest one.

Vidoje, can he get some sleep at your place?

Can he get some sleep at your place?

Go take a rest, kid.

Hold it!

Police from Siokovo, right? - Don't you question us! - Hands up!

Mile, look.

German "Arabellum". - Gornjak's gang had these.

That's my... - Shut up!

And you're from Gornjak's gang? A flying bird?

What are you saying? I'm from OZNA.

What Chetniks? - If you're from OZNA, show your membership.

Quickly!

I left it... - He left it in the monastery.

Listen... I came here with comrade Jotic. - The one who shot Marko?

Sit there.

What do you think? - How would I know? I see him for the very first time.

I say, fuck him!

Shall we take him downtown? Jotic is in the village. - What if he escapes?

Fucking peasants... And you are some 'revolution'!

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