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Hurry up and get dressed so we're not late.

Do you think we should show up for the ustashas in robes?

I don't understand what they want from us?

Are they planning to recruit the entire university?

If they do, I'm running away.

That is what is behind, on the other side of nature.

Mhm.

The term was not Aristotle's, but probably Andronicus'

he collected all the discussions into one document.

-Reading all night, were you? -Yeah, right.

Am I the only one who will finish first year?

Looks like it.

It's another announcement. More indoctrination and brainwashing.

Independent State of Croatia, 1941 - Nazi Puppet State

Students, attention!

Everybody stand on the right side of the stadium.

Move to the right. Let's go, let's go.

Lovro! Lovro!

-Hana! -Everybody to the right side of the stadium.

-You're back. -I am.

This is Hana Freiberger.

We've known each other since we were toddlers. Our moms were friends.

Hana went to college in Vienna.

These are my friends and colleagues. Ivan.

-Nice to meet you. -This is Stevan from Belgrade.

Hello, Stevan.

This is Nenad.

Go right, let's go.

-Nice to meet you, Hana. -You too.

Hana's going to be a doctor.

She was examining me when I was five. -Stop it!

This is a standard roll call. We are verifying our information.

When your name is called, go to the other side of the stadium.

Quiet.

Something's not right.

Quiet!

There are too few of us.

Silence!

Jakov Jelinek.

Gertruda Dadon.

Momčilo Mirković.

They're only calling out Jews and Serbs. -Jovan Ognjenović.

They are separating the Jews and Serbs.

Jozef Mann.

They're separating out the Jews and Serbs.

They're separating Jews and Serbs. -Miloš Đorđević.

They're separating Jews and Serbs.

Quiet!

Fridrih Balibaum.

Hana Freiberger.

Stop.

Hana Freiberger!

Stop!

Come on everyone! For our friends!

Everybody, come on! Let's go!

No. Some are sons of ustashas.

Come on!

Get them back. Back! Back!

Enough, enough! Fire at will! Fire!

Faster!

Faster!

Give me your hand!

The state of our cultural and moral-political existence,

is not as we would like it to be.

And it is not suitable for our socialist community.

Especially concerning literature and arts in general.

There are many foreign influences, irreconcilable with our socialist ethics,

attempting to divert us from the path set by our revolution and steer

our development in a different direction.

These are various imported decadent manifestations.

We must fight against them, not only administratively,

but through political action.

You're still here?

You'll be late for your train.

That is the duty of the Communist Party.

-Look what I caught. -Longline?

How else could I catch a grouper?!

Want to take them with you to Zagreb?

The sea bass or the grouper?

The grouper.

Your sister’s going to prepare it for you.

Did you know that a grouper is a hermaphrodite?

With no mates available, it can change its sex. -I know.

I remember all commander Djivo said, when we caught groupers in the partisans.

Kids, this fish can change its sex. It's never bored.

Males with males, females with females, females with males.

Once a professor always a professor. He just couldn't resist lecturing.

Maybe if he was my biology professor, I wouldn’t be sitting on the Italian border.

Do you know they locked him up after the war?

He wasn’t against communism, he just wanted a multi-party system.

Lunatic.

Is he a lunatic for expressing his opinion?

I didn’t fight for dogmas. I fought against fascists for freedom.

My two brothers died fighting as partisans.

Damir had just turned 18.

Instead of going to school, he followed me to the front.

And that night, when he stepped on a mine, I was 100 meters away.

When I got there, I first saw his fingers, blown off his right hand,

moving like they were playing a piano.

His legs were gone.

I whispered to his ear that it was going to be all right.

And is it all right?

Is this what we fought for?

Our country is new and it needs time.

I don’t have time.

A man has very limited time.

Cut!

Fellas, that was wonderful.

We’re going to go again only from a different angle.

Let’s go, we’re moving number two over there.

Do you think we should reshoot the last part?

No, no, don't change anything.

They didn't say these lines.

It would be better if they followed the script, but if Lovro allows it, it's fine.

Are you sure?

-I'm sure, I'm sure. Don't change a thing. It's really good.

Comrade!

A Yugoslav soldier and border guard mustn’t run off to Italy.

It happens. Anyway, he only walks towards...

It doesn't happen!

The scene presents two different viewpoints.

One soldier stays, the other leaves.

They didn’t both leave for the other side.

One stays to defend what Yugoslavia stands for.

A former partisan and active soldier of the Federal People’s Republic of Yugoslavia

is shown as a traitor.

This must be brought before the commission.

It's late, we're done for today.

Thank you everybody, you were wonderful.

Expect a summons.

Okay people, let's go, we are packing everything up.

We'll continue tomorrow with new scenes.

-Censorship? -Yes.

He thinks the scene is a blasphemy against partisans.

He who's never seen either the front line nor partisans.

I later heard stories, some wanted to leave us wounded behind, surrounded.

But Lovro and Nenad were fiercely against and the whole unit came back for us.

Stevan said that everything was going to be okay. He pulled me from the ditch.

Under gunfire you really had to have bal...

Excuse me, I wanted to say courage, to save me.

He looks like a city slicker, but he was always the first to charge.

Ivan Bota?

Ivan. The same as my late brother.

AGITPROP Agency for Agitation and Propaganda

-Your father was a tailor? -Yes.

Did you know that I am also a tailor by trade?

What is funny comrade Emir?

Nothing, nothing.

I am glad that this country is led by working class men.

Our college was fighting for this country.

So now you too will go from being a propaganda agent to a studio director.

How?

I thought we were going to make a documentary newsreel about them.

I studied their contribution to the war, read the Party files.

A documentary newsreel about this bourgeois gang?

But they're war heroes.

And that’s the only thing keeping them from the prison camp on Barren island.

They've never worked like you and I.

They're bourgeoisie who played partisans for a while.

Did you know they're faggots?

What?

Horrible.

I know, disgusting.

There was one in my unit whom we immediately neutralized,

when we found out that he prefers men.

Blindfolded and a bullet in the forehead.

A firing squad would have been a waste of ammunition, on the likes of them.

However, this wasn’t the case in all brigades.

There is chaff even among us, comrade.

A comrade in the Party is lenient towards them.

Is he also a...

It’s possible.

Anything is possible.

He is the deputy foreign minister.

He suggested having them make propaganda films for television

and his proposition passed.

That's why we'll tread lightly and carefully with this fag-gang.

You will become the new studio director, and your mission will be to sabotage them.

How do you mean, sabotage?

You’ll think of something.

Cheers.

That's what a call a fine welcome.

It smells wonderful.

Look what I brought you!

Tonight, after the play

the theatre turned into a black market.

The girl from the propaganda department,

her dad works at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so they smuggled in some records.

Everyone started grabbing stuff.

The members of the orchestra and ballerinas were ecstatic.

Since we have jazz, I got some boogie-woogie.

So, I bought this one.

Why is everyone so serious?

Dad is no longer the company director.

From now on he’s going to work in the warehouse.

Not in the warehouse, honey, he’s exaggerating.

They say it’s time for changes in our company.

A time for young people.

There is no reason for long faces.

Hold on.

You dedicated your life to that factory.

Because of you they export Yugoslav furniture.

You modernized production, employed new workers…

-They say it’s time for fresh leadership. -But your son is a national hero.

You aren’t just anybody.

They can’t have you assembling packages.

Honey, I’ll be working in an office, reviewing export shipments.

And you know what? Even better!

Less stress.

First, they took away your factory. Well, you gave it to the state.

Then they left you as director until they figured out how to run the factory,

-and now they want to demote you? -Who replaced you?

Matija Perak.

-Perak? Like the minister? -That’s his son.

-The kid finished college… -And they're making him director

straight out of college?

Now that's blasphemy. Not my movie scene.

What scene?

A scene that got banned by the censors.

It’s my fault.

A Yugoslav People’s Army soldier flees over the border.

And it’s not Nenad’s fault,

he wrote the scene in which two soldiers are just talking.

It was my idea that one of them decides to run away.

When they call you in for interrogation,

wear your uniform and all your medals.

Mom, you’re overreacting. It’s just a stupid interview.

It's just intimidation.

You know what?

I haven’t danced the boogie-woogie since youth.

You should be ashamed!

Honest workers can’t sleep!

Who was that?

We didn’t manage to tell you the news.

That's our new housemate, comrade Babić.

Gagić!

From Osijek.

The Party decided that we have too much space, so they moved him in.

We have to be quiet, comrade Babić is sleeping.

Gagić.

Let's eat.

People in charge, including the indirect responsibility

for the actions of others

because communists also must be responsible for everything currently happening

as we are building socialism after the war.

Mama!

Tito! The Party! Tito! The Party!

Comrade Emir, thank goodness you're here.

They're back.

Do you recognize them? How many are there now?

I don't recognize them.

Where are they? Here?

Here?

Come here!

Take that! And this!

Let's go, get out!

The other one...

Here he is!

This is the worst one, comrade Ankica.

Come here. Come on! Get out!

Death to ghosts, freedom to Ankica!

Comrade Ankica, that position is bad for your back.

Let's go to the bed. Come on.

To the bed.

They keep coming and calling me.

In my dreams I'm visited by my late son, husband...

Even my parents.

Where is my dead son now, if there is no paradise?

Are the ghosts coming back because the Party cancelled paradise?

Dragan's on eternal hunting grounds, riding a horse and hunting in the hills.

He's free.

That’s why the Party buried him with a rifle.

That's like heaven, only with hunting.

Who is he hunting? Not fascists again?

No! Dragan is hunting birds-of-paradise.

What do you mean "paradise"?

Come on, come on.

Now think about your son riding on the beach, and listen to the waves. Okay?

Listen to the waves.

You say that your intention is not to destroy the system,

but it seems this is not your first time.

A comrade from AGITPROP said this about your last film:

“A reactionary expression from petty remnants of Zagreb bourgeois circles."

It seems like the comrade wasn’t criticizing the film, but rather me and my heritage.

I'm not the only revolutionary from a wealthy family.

The comrade wasn't bothered by your background

but rather that your camera

spewed bourgeois discontent about “social freedom”. Freedom from what?

I fought for freedom in the war. Freedom for all.

Regardless of descent, religion or nationality.

You decorated yourself with medals. Like a peacock.

Medals represent the past, not the present.

The prison camp on Barren island has former partisans, too.

Traitors of the people. People change.

Only Yugoslavia remains for all eternity.

You look like you were raised in the country, not in the city.

You have the back of a real worker.

This country needs workers who will dig tunnels,

build our roads, schools and hospitals.

Why do the people need schools when we have propaganda?

You’re really funny.

You could change your profession. Become, say, a mason.

With such a keen eye and vision, you could envision sculptures in a quarry?

The idea for the scene came after a conversation about how

a group of Yugoslav Army (YNA) soldiers fled across the border.

Where did this happen?

Where did you get that information?

-People talk. -What people?!

Do you know that every citizen is obligated to report those spreading misinformation?

Comrade, it would be good if you remembered who’s been talking.

We wouldn’t want to sanction you for “talk”.

Someone mentioned it in passing at the studio.

Let’s forget about the story for a minute. Who’s talking about what, blah, blah, blah.

So boring.

You're a talented writer.

You don’t have to write scripts for these pathetic movies.

You could be of greater service to this country.

-Understand? -I don’t understand.

You're not in a hurry like the rest of your group to make something now, right away.

A writer can write a piece of work today and publish in ten years.

One can write something good, honest and smart, that doesn't need censoring.

The Party would reward you generously.

I like movies.

You’re from a small village, Marjančaci?

You know that.

I also know that your parents are not decadent bourgeoisie like Lovro’s.

Honest, decent little people.

Farmers, who would die of shame if they learned that their son is a faggot.

As a writer you're an imaginative man.

Imagine your father’s shame if his village found out that his only son

likes it up the ass.

Let your father be proud of his only son. The fighter.

The decorated partisan.

Besides, consider the age of your poor folks.

Your mother would rather have a free son than a missing one.

Be smart, Nenad.

For Courage

Comrades, the Party’s sixth congress has passed a resolution by which

workers control their companies.

They have the power and right of decision making.

We in free and democratic Yugoslavia want every worker of this studio,

from cleaning ladies to the director,

to have equal voting rights.

All of us will decide on the kind of films we make, not just a few individuals.

The executive committee will consist of

Miroslav Janković, member of the Agency for Agitation and Propaganda.

Katica Fikić, cleaning lady.

Zoran Jagić, lighting technician.

A round of applause please, for our executive committee.

To raise the level of industrialization to impressive heights.

Okay, this is good.

Marko, quick, come here!

Sorry comrade Emir, I hope he's not interrupting your work.

No, no, he's a great boy.

Are you tired?

A little. Working the second shift is exhausting.

-Can I use the bathroom first? -Absolutely.

Come on.

I told you not to stick your nose in other people's affairs.

-What does comrade Emir do? -He makes propaganda.

-What's propaganda? -When they convince people.

-Of what? -Don't be a wiseass!

Did you do your homework? Show me.

The industrialization of Yugoslavia means progress...

This is wrong again. And none of your J's are dotted.

Louder!

Stand up straight up there. That's it.

Yugoslavia, you were born out of struggle

Louder on "Yugoslavia"! That's it!

Our country is steeped in our love!

Be proud, Yugoslavia!

I'm not satisfied. We have to practice this part.

Now let's read the oath.

We the people, the people’s partisans of Yugoslavia have taken up arms

in merciless battle against bloodthirsty enemies who have enslaved our country

and exterminate our nations. In the name of freedom...

These people are meant to be partisans?

And these children? And these old folks too?

Yes, like it was.

Old women, children and old men came along, to save their lives,

-but they weren’t fighters. -That’s not important.

What's important is that the movie shows everybody supported the partisans.

And they vow to defend their country against traitors.

Come on!

They're reading it as if it was the Lord’s prayer.

This is more important than the Lord’s prayer.

You swore this oath when you joined the partisans.

But these are not actors, it's going to look ridiculous.

Even better if they are not actors.

The point of this film series is to show the Yugoslav youth

what it means to die for your country.

Be it an old woman, worker, girl or child. Everyone.

This text needs a little work.

I wrote it. The Party approved it. That means it's good.

Comrades, I come up with the material, you make it.

Are you going to cooperate or not?

How long do you think that guy will be chaperoning us?

Emir? Maybe forever.

I like your optimism.

We flaunt our war achievements and think we are untouchable.

But that’s history. People end up in jail for less.

That’s the same thing the UDBA security agent told me.

Did he tell you that, too?

I’m not kidding. We were arrogant.

Sometimes I can’t believe how stupid and childish we are.

Yes, but you are a writer, you can write now, in this room.

Someone, someday is going to read it.

We depend on them.

Now, that's exactly what the UDBA agent told me.

They recruited me to spy on you.

When were you planning on telling me?!

Right now! Is it important when? There, I told you.

-Did you accept? -Did I accept what? They weren’t asking!

Just as they weren't asking you to shoot these inane propaganda movies.

Either I will be an informant or my parents will be disgraced

and the whole village will know I’m a…

-Faggot? -Faggot, yes.

You know what this means?

It’s not about the scene we shot, but who we are.

It means that men like them will always be breathing down our necks.

The director’s late!

For him it’s like being late to the office, only at the office papers wait

while in the studio, it’s people!

Look, we can do this in a fun way.

What do you say we film them marching past those tiny houses

we built for the film? We'll turn the actors south, towards the sun

and film the march as silhouettes?

Are you listening to me?

-We should visit Goran. -Why?

We haven’t seen him awhile.

They moved him from the hospital into a home for the disabled.

I understand.

We can go this weekend?

Come on, let's get this over with.

I’d kill myself if I had to do this all the time!

Can you imagine what it’s like for those poor bastards filming the Assembly.

They have to listen to this all day.

Mrs. Ankica, we're in a hurry to get to work and school!

I'm coming.

She’s not well. In the head.

Comrade Emir, you know people, talk to someone to put her in an asylum.

You can see that she can’t take care of herself. She’s confused.

Out of the question.

The Party takes care of mothers of fallen fighters.

-Don’t get upset, I just thought… -Not another word.

Sorry, it takes me awhile in the morning...

When we get stamps for coffee, it will go faster.

If only I had some coffee.

There will be, give it time.

Hurry up! I have to get to work!

We put a marker here.

When they call 'action' move slowly towards the other marker,

you gently stop, not abruptly, gently.

You see it ahead and stop.

Then, while the camera's on you, reveal yourself gently, as so...

Who wants to try? Karlo.

What did we say, where's your position?

And action!

What was wrong?

-He wasn't looking at the camera. -He was looking at the camera.

Exactly. Someone else. Marta?

And action!

Good day.

Good. Come on. Next!

And, action!

Pretty good.

Now the rest of you try, one by one. Alright?

Great! Like that, great.

Everyone, move in your own direction. Fill the entire space!

Faster! More!

Great!

Everyone moving in their own direction!

Get down, down! They're coming after us!

They're coming! They're running, running!

Run, run, run! Everyone in their own direction!

Run, run! They're coming after us!

They're here! Run, run!

They're here! Very close!

Stop, stop! Stand up!

Hold that emotion! Hold that emotion!

Fear! I want to see fear in your eyes.

Good. More, more!

And we're happy. Let's go, jump!

Today is the best day of your lives.

Come see Nenad and me to go over your texts.

To determine what you had in mind.

Smile. I want to see smiles.

More smiles. Like that.

Get down, down! They're coming!

What are they doing?

First principle of Chekhov’s acting method.

It was invented by Mihail Chekhov, the nephew of writer Anton Chekov.

Psychology is cloaked in human flesh.

Movement creates emotion.

What?

Simple. It's very basic.

If I now relax my body as if I were sad,

I'll feel my body get heavy and as I stare at a single point, I will begin to cry.

The heaviness produces the feeling of sadness.

And there, I’m almost crying.

Of course, Ivan and the other actors do it much better than me.

Fascinating. What are the other principles?

There are five.

The fifth one is the artist’s freedom. We won’t need that.

Why?

It’s used for complex psychological character states.

Unnecessary for propaganda films.

Interesting.

Comrade Emir, I read what you wrote. It’s good, I just have

a couple of questions, to see how to dramaturgically connect parts.

How did you intend to use Kaštelan’s song in the organized labor scenes?

That, and will they then sing "By Sutjeska’s Cold Water"?

I saw the words written down. -Does it go after the partisan march or do we

show the part when the partisans are running around being merry separately?

We look more suspicious carrying this stuff than if we came empty handed.

Quiet, we don’t know who here is a war veteran and who isn’t.

Shut up, Nenad.

With you guys, I'll never go hungry.

-Did you have any stamps left? -Don’t worry about us.

Is it often like this?

You get used to it. I don’t even notice it anymore.

The nurse comes every day and once a week a physiotherapist visits.

It’s not that bad.

Cheers!

We have all the alcohol we want.

Some get it from relatives. The local taverns give us some.

Who would dare to not give a bottle to partisans.

Deranged, but still partisans.

Use that as a disinfectant.

-I brought you something better. -You drink like Tito.

-Where did you get cognac? -Mom brings home all kinds of things.

The national theatre is a black market.

How did it go at UDBA?

I got recruited to spy on you.

I told you. I warned you before we shot that scene!

What an idiotic idea, an YNA soldier running off to Italy!

He just walked towards the border.

You well know that in the next scene…

Your lover works for state security!

And in the following scene we're in prison on Barren Island!

-Stop it! -Stop what?!

Did they recruit you to rat on us too? How about you?!

Who can even trust anymore?

This is how fags come back from Barren Island!

You can get out, but without legs!

If they wanted to lock us up, you’d already be in jail,

not visiting the man without legs.

That's right! They need us!

I’m not so sure that those illiterate lowlifes need us.

What we're currently doing on their orders, anyone can do.

They can’t. You're underestimating propaganda films!

Can't you see they even need us to make those?

Emir couldn’t shoot a single frame without us. He was filming Party assemblies.

-That's right. -So, we'll use that.

Nenad will regularly report us.

Hold on! Minor things. Me reading forbidden authors.

Ivan was buying western records.

Stevan for, I don't know, being annoyed by food stamps.

Things they won't bother us for.

From now on we’ll listen to Party comrade Emir without questioning.

Everything he asks, we do, but even better than required.

They just have to believe that we're their scared little puppets.

Then, when they least expect, the faggots will break through their weakest lines.

Through propaganda!

They’re not stupid!

They won’t send us abroad like athletes or a folklore group.

Not us, but they will send our film.

And when they start showing it in Hungary, Greece, Turkey,

for a short time we won't be on their radar.

And then what?

The sea is our only way out.

Italy!

Are you coming with us?

I’ll only be a burden. It’s not easy escaping with an invalid.

Hey, how many times did we retreat with the wounded in the partisans?

I think we don’t even know how to run away without anyone injured!

-To Sutjeska. -To Sutjeska!

Records, books, forbidden authors... What else?

-Should we beat him? -But without visible bruises.

He's useless, but I don't want people talking about the movie studio.

And action!

Grow, flower, oh country of working people and may peace fall upon your fields

Peace to your ships at sea and to your day which breaks clear and blue

Grow happily so that all people can see, from all sides, from the south and north,

How it is made and loved, how it is defended, the nation of the proletariat,

and may peace reign over your people.

You exit. You enter.

By Sutjeska’s cold water A banner of freedom and honor

It waves above the head Of commander comrade Sava

The homeland is calling us

Comrade Tito, comrade Tito Here we come

Sava is a real hero He takes command of the army

Cut!

Cut!

Congratulations everybody!

And now we can transition to the organized labor, just as you envisioned.

Excellent!

I don’t want them only to dance.

It will look silly.

I wrote new lines that will accompany the organized labor scenes.

Where’s Nenad?

-If only comrade Tito saw this… -It's not impossible.

He went to see a doctor. He'll come later.

-The stamps have arrived! -Break, everyone.

Go get your stamps.

Bravo.

I hope they have stamps for clothes.

I'd prefer coffee. I yearn for coffee.

In my room there's coffee for comrade Miroslav.

-I’ll set some aside for you. -No need, thank you.

Oh please, when I see how much you jump around with these folks,

you need coffee more than he does.

-What do you need stamps for? -Shoes. These are finished.

The rain soaks through.

Katica Fikić!

-Flour, oil and salt. -No stamps for shoes?

No stamps for shoes. Next!

Ivan Bota.

Shoes. Skirt. Hat. Tie.

Flour.

Excuse me.

-Where did you work before? -On the railroad.

I worked on the Beograd-Bar line. Got injured on the job.

They sent me to Zagreb for treatment. And I stayed here.

-What happened? -An installation explosion.

I still have metal in my body. It’s not pretty.

Neither is this.

War.

-Zoran, right? -Yes.

Where are you from?

Pazin.

This is from Pazin, too.

I guess not everything from Pazin is that bad.

Let's go.

Excuse us, comrade Emir. He’s mesmerized by television, he didn’t want to

sleep in our room. It won’t happen again.

It's all right.

Will you help me carry him to bed? -Of course.

Come on, come here.

Who fell asleep?

You get stamps for wine?

I can’t remember the last time I had wine.

Don’t touch that.

I’m sorry, comrade Emir.

I see you working so much.

So, I'm just a little curious.

Please. I'm so lonely.

Sanja, what is it?

I didn't turn off the conveyor belt.

When there's no weight on it, it stops.

I went for another basket of wood and he put his hand on the belt,

it started and pulled his hand in. He lost his little finger!

It was my fault! It was my fault! I'm sorry!

Sanja, it wasn't your fault.

Accidents happen.

Make love to me. Please, please.

Sanja!

Sanja!

It's Lovro Horvat.

It’s urgent.

Leave us.

What is it, kid? I'm listening.

Nenad was recruited, at that interview with UDBA.

And something happened, I don't know what. He's missing.

I supported you at the Assembly.

Talked about your heroic deeds, while you were in my unit.

And they agreed to rehabilitate you without jail.

Barely.

Why are you making provocative films?

Because I’m a revolutionary.

Or a fool. I can't help it.

They wrung the revolutionary out of me, a long time ago.

Minister Koča and I are pushing the country westward,

but there’s a faction pulling us towards the Russians.

Especially since Tito smoothed thing over with Khrushchev.

Our heads are on the line.

Please do something. They can lock me up.

They're going after you, through him.

I'll try but I can't promise anything.

Thank you.

You know I don’t care about other peoples’ private lives.

I have many homosexual friends all over the world.

We're not primitive conservatives like some in the Party.

But you have to understand that the time is not right.

I am what I am. I have only this life.

But keep it secret, kid.

Company, forward march!

Go.

That's good.

Cut!

We got the scene.

We can prepare the next shot.

Is it the one where the village women throw flowers on the soldiers from the balcony?

Give them lots of flowers.

Let it rain down.

Lovro, will this be long enough for the off-screen text?

It will comrade Emir, you'll see when we edit.

Excellent.

My cold passed.

How are things? Everything's good? -Great.

I'd like you to take a look at the new text I've written.

I'm sure it's good.

That cold really did a number on you.

You continue. I'll go to the studio to read the new text.

Look on the bright side. They won’t call me back to the UDBA.

And it’s over.

Stop working with me.

You're a great writer. Write novels.

Leave you? -Yes. If I’m the target, go.

Live freely.

Now, after being tortured?

Not a chance. You should have thought of that earlier.

And after maestro Glaser, the wonderful Gabi Novak.

I know my heart

But who knows another's

Even when it speaks or when it is silent?

Would you like to dance, sir?

-And Gagić? -I don't give a fuck.

But I don't believe

The sweet words

Still, I would like to know

Is it love or just a jest

When I look at your beautiful blue eyes

The warm glow will not deceive me

And my heart always wonders

Is it love that I see in them?

If it's a jest, I like to joke,

I'll give a smile

For a little smile from you,

For a little walk, I will say thank you

And yet know it was but a jest

I would like to trust

But I don't believe the sweet words

Still, I would very much like to know

Is this true love or maybe just your joke

Good morning, comrade Emir.

Morning, Sanja.

The other night...

-It was a mistake. -Mistake?

Hope it wasn't a sin too?

Can we just pretend it never happened?

Of course.

Mrs. Ankica, hurry up!

New giants, new machines, these are results that tell the world of the unity

of our people. Of their resolve to raise their country to an impressive level.

Our youth are joyously building our roads.

Our cultural societies celebrate victories of our people's liberation struggle.

Grow, flower, oh country of working people and may peace fall upon your fields...

Sabotage. Remember what comrade Drenković said?

It looks too good.

Well, are you satisfied comrade Emir?

Did it turn out like you imagined?

Yes, yes. Even better.

This is just a test screening. It will be even better with music.

We can prepare the set for the shovels.

You mean the organized labor scenes?

-Lovro, I have a request. -Gloria, don't be a perfectionist.

Leave Lovro alone. Come here.

Good, I really like it.

The organized labor scene will be shot outside.

We can't stay inside, we must go outside.

We need a four-foot ditch that can fit five to six extras.

We can't be dragging dirt into the studio.

It'll be faster.

We can use the ditch in the movie's village. -We're going to freeze.

We'll be done fast.

Fire! Fire!

I just took the reels in there fifteen minutes ago.

The negatives?!

-Ivan, get the fire extinguishers. -Right away!

Where are the reels?

Take this!

Faster! Faster! Carry this! Give it here!

I'll take these!

Someone is lying here! Nenad!

I'll get the legs, you grab the arms!

Put him here.

Get a doctor!

Thank goodness, he's breathing.

After work, a moment's rest with some wine which comrade Tito himself likes to...

What kind of stamps does Tito get?

Marko!

President Tito and his wife are hosting a dinner for the youth.

They stayed awhile after dinner, engaged in genial conversation.

Tito has good ones with so much different food on the table.

I told you to stop it!

This time our correspondent had the opportunity to film the president

-in a rare moment of rest. -I'll get it.

You go do your homework. Go on.

What did your mother tell you?

Tired from his statesman duties, president Tito drove his automobile to the hunting...

Go on.

-Hello comrades. Come in. -Is Emir in?

-He's here. Please, come in. -How is comrade Emir?

Comrade Emir, we came to see how you are doing.

Come in, come in.

What a surprise.

We saved almost all the materials we shot.

And me along with them. How can I ever thank you?

-Some coffee stamps would be nice. -Okay.

What did they say at the hospital?

A slight concussion, presuming I have a brain.

What were you doing in that part of the studio?

I went for a smoke.

While smoking I saw the storage room door open.

I went in and saw the small window at the end, also open.

Then I got dizzy. I wasn't feeling well that day.

I have a blood pressure problem. Yes?

I hope I'm not in the way. I just want to finish your soup.

Come in. This is Sanja, my housemate. Let's sit down.

All's well that ends well.

After one more minor head examination tomorrow,

-and I'm going to the coast. -Coast?

My sister lives there and I visit every weekend.

Would you like to come with me?

Where on the coast?

Istria. A secluded house.

I'd really like it if you came with me. A new set has to be built.

Meanwhile we could relax and have a good time.

-Comrade Emir! -Excuse me.

The ghosts are attacking her again.

Where are they comrade Ankica, under the table?

-Yes. -Here?

Come out! I said come out!

No use.

Come here. Come on. Come over here.

Take this!

And this! And here's one for comrade Ankica!

Do you need help?

When it comes to ghosts, any help is welcome.

Charge!

Scoundrel! I'm going to throw you out!

Get out!

Come here, you rapscallion!

I'm getting another one.

You stinker! Get out!

Comrade Ankica, they're finished.

And in no time, because we had help.

I saw. Everything is easier with help.

That's Dragan. Are you related?

You know my Dragan?

Yes, he was in my partisan unit and then got transferred.

He was a wonderful young man.

Yes.

He was always good.

My husband and I thought we couldn't have kids

and then he arrived.

I had him at forty-five.

He was only nineteen when he left to join the partisans.

My husband died two months before I got word that Dragan was killed.

At twenty-two.

No. Twenty-three?

No, he wasn't twenty-three.

-You don't mind taking the freight car? -Not at all. It's fine.

I visit my sister often.

It would be too expensive to buy second class tickets each time.

How do you know Ankica's Dragan?

We were at the front together, but he later volunteered to join the Fifth unit.

They needed soldiers.

I heard they had a lot of problems because of the commander in charge.

I can't remember his name.

Supposedly the commander liked to...

Speak freely.

Supposedly he liked to loot houses.

I heard that he once left his own soldiers surrounded while he was busy loading loot.

They all got killed.

That commander killed Dragan.

Cross-fire?

No. They found out that Dragan was gay.

The commander decided to blindfold him and put a bullet in his forehead.

They didn't even use a firing squad, to save ammunition.

I saw him lying on the ground, blindfolded.

His hands were tied behind his back...

Don't you ever get tired of that camera?

We're going to the sea. I have to immortalize the occasion.

A grandfather is telling his grandson how during the war the Germans came and said:

"Either we're going to shoot you or we'll..."

Show it!

And the grandson says: "And?"

The grandfather replies: "Oh, they shot me."

Sit.

-I see you guys can eat. -No wasting food.

-I'm going to get more wine. -I've had enough.

I have to go for a swim.

Since we are at the seaside.

You guys are crazy.

What are you staring at?

I don't get it.

Strong fellas. Normal, and yet not normal.

Fool, of course they're normal.

Let the kids live their lives.

What's important is that they are good people.

I got goosebumps.

Roy Hamilton.

Me too, even though I don't understand English.

The song is about a lover he hasn’t seen in a long time.

It was written for the movie “Unchained”, it’s about prisoners.

What does it mean, "unchained"?

It means unshackled, cut loose, without chains.

The film is about a prisoner who contemplates whether to stay the full term

or escape from prison.

And, what does he decide?

I don’t know, the film was banned here.

I read what I know in an illegal foreign newspaper.

Lonely rivers flow, to the sea, to the sea To the waiting arms of the sea

Lonely rivers sigh “Wait for me, wait for me”

I’ll be coming home Wait for me

-Beautiful. -Yes.

Beautiful evening. Beautiful day. Everything.

Thank you for your hospitality.

We heard all about your seaside adventure.

And how you now like comrade Emir.

Like? Perhaps Nenad does.

But, he is interesting.

Son, it's your defense mechanism.

Where is comrade Gagić?

It's Republic Day. He’s out celebrating.

-Really? -You have a good eye.

It's a small place. But take a look at the terrace.

Hey.

You're my first guest in this apartment.

The very first?

Friends don’t count.

I mean, this kind of guest.

Ivan!

It’s a holiday, what are you doing here?

If I clean tonight, when no one's here, I can sleep a longer in the morning.

What are you doing here?

I'm just on my way to a Republic Day celebration, but I wanted to surprise you

-by leaving shoe stamps on your table. -Really?

What stamps can I give you? You want some for coffee?

No, no, thank you.

Well, you need new shoes too. Yours aren’t in the best shape either.

I’ll manage.

I’ve been looking at them for days in Ilica Street.

I'm buying them tomorrow.

Let's go.

I should have given you the coffee stamps.

I know how much you like it.

Next time. -I want to see you in those new shoes tomorrow!

It’s a deal!

Thank you so much. You're marvellous!

Zoran?

Hold him!

Let's go.

Get off me!

Where are Lovro Horvat and Nenad Miličić?

Lovro Horvat and Nenad Miličić, you are under arrest on suspicion

of unnatural fornication and murder of passion.

What murder?!

You’ll have your chance to talk and defend yourself, now move it!

-Hold on, this must be a mistake… -Comrade, calm down.

They are national heroes, among the first to join the partisans.

You're obstructing police and government officials.

You’re not going anywhere until everything's been explained. Now!

Let him go!

Dad, let it go.

Get him out of here.

Let's go!

Move it, trash!

Move!

Come on! Let's go!

Faster!

What's the matter?! Faster!

Stop! Get on your knees!

You too! Get down! Get down!

Let's go!

Hit him!

Hit him!

Shit into shit.

You have a message from comrade Drenković's office.

Meeting at his house, tomorrow at 4 p.m.

-His house? -Yes.

And the candidates to replace Lovro, Nenad and Stevan have arrived.

Will you conduct the interviews or leave them to comrade Miroslav?

-Comrade Miroslav. -Very well.

AGITPROP. I need to see some documents in the classified section.

-Go ahead. -Thank you.

It's fine, thank you.

Hold on.

What do you want?

Try to get this out of the country and into the right hands.

Where's the music?

You idiot, the music starts after the priest marries them.

Lovro, do you take this lovely bride to be your wife?

Maybe you'd prefer another bride?

Hit him!

Stop! Stop!

A feisty bride!

Make the groom watch what we're doing to his girls.

When I look at your blue eyes

When I look at your blue eyes

The warm glow will not deceive me

Is it love that I see in them

...was it just a jest.

Good day, how are you?

Enjoy.

Comrade, you look wonderful.

-Hello chief! -How are you chief?

You can’t now, but you’ll tell me next time how you got the idea to

take them to the coast. And to get film of them groping naked.

Fantastic.

I know it wasn’t easy for you.

The trial was quick and closed to the public.

Nobody wants to know that former partisans are murderers and faggots.

The judge was shocked when he saw the film.

Comrade Rosta, who stood up for them, had to resign.

They offered me his position.

Comrade Emir, there's a great career ahead of you.

Can I ask you something?

How did you know we were going to the coast?

You helped, a lot.

Sanja told us everything.

How you hang on every Tito's word.

How much you work, your devotion, and even...

Don't worry, comrade Emir, that part isn't on record.

She told us that you'd had the idea to take them to the coast.

We just helped a little with the rest.

The photographer's here. Come.

My wife. Have a drink. Socialize.

Come on, come on!

Careful with that or you'll pay for the damage.

They're sending me to the country to work in a tobacco factory.

That was your doing, right?

Maybe they are transferring you because of the accident

you caused at the other factory.

Faster!

Where are your books? Stop dragging your feet.

This just came from the United Nations. Accusations of human rights violations.

They demand evidence that Barren Island prisoners are being treated humanely.

They're threatening to expel us from the United Nations.

The order from above is that AGITPROP helps resolve this issue - immediately!

I suggest I go to Barren Island and film the good conditions there.

Impossible. There aren't any.

We create the conditions.

-How? -We make a film.

I will take a group of healthy well-fed men who will play Barren Island prisoners.

We'll dress them up in prison uniforms

and they'll paint, carve wood, chisel rock sculptures.

They will all say how they regret betraying the values of

the democratic and progressive Federal People’s Republic of Yugoslavia.

Accepted.

Who sent them pictures from Barren Island anyway?

Leave that problem to the UDBA.

Filmmakers.

-Godež Klemac. -Emir Servar, AGITPROP.

The warden is at a meeting with federal security service representatives.

He told me to provide you with everything you need for filming.

-I'll need to see the locations first. -In time, comrade.

We have to hurry for prisoner roll call. It's on the other side of the hill.

My crew?

-They'll stay on the boat, for security reasons.

-The UDBA's files are also on board. -Later.

Slow down comrade, I'm not used to this terrain.

Physical activity is good for you.

It's not healthy to sit in an office all day.

My knee hurts. It’s an old injury.

Let's go, come on!

-Hold on. -Knee hurts?

Let's go.

We missed roll call because of your knee.

-What's this? -Latrine treatment.

These here are regular prisoners. These are faggots.

They get special treatment.

They have to hold their heads above shit to think about their foul deeds.

Comrade Klemac, the boat is on fire!

The security files are on the boat.

Ante, you stay here. Zdravko, get the water pump.

Everyone, let's go!

Stay here.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea.

Stop!

Comrade, stop!

Don't move!