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CELTS

You just heard I Will Eat All the Cookies, by Marina Perazic.

And now, today's news.

The National Bank just issued a 50 billion dinars note

with a portrait of Miloš Obrenovic.

UN Secretary-General Boutros Boutros-Ghali announced...

Take it.

It's my granddaughter's birthday.

It was ten days ago.

Her friends from school are coming today.

Here's a ham. Just fell off a truck.

For the sandwiches and stuff.

Will your brother be coming?

I hope not.

Don't be so cheeky.

Cut the crap.

Thanks for the ham.

It's 8 o'clock, and the current temperature is 4 degrees centigrade.

The weather in Belgrade is cloudy, with a chance of rainfall...

Ten, eleven, twelve,

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,

sixteen, seventeen,

eighteen, nineteen.

Why did you invite her?

She spat a chewing gum in my hair.

Mom said I have to invite everyone.

You were supposed to solve these three equations for homework,

but since school has just started, you can choose two. OK?

And before we finish,

Minja's birthday was during the winter break.

She's brought some candy. I'll hand them out,

while we sing her "Happy Birthday".

Oh, love candy!

It's our Minja's birthday.

He just loves menthol, 'cause he's mental.

May you live long.

And be happy.

May you live long.

And be happy.

One for the birthday girl.

Sima, if you fuck me over like you did with that pork,

I'll slap you hard, and you just take it like a man.

D'you understand what I'm saying?

Good afternoon, ma'am. How are you feeling today?

Old.

Yeah, it's hard. But you're hanging in there.

Good afternoon. - Where can I buy some butter?

At Evica's.

How much for the butter? - 40 million dinars.

That's too much. Eight ounces of margarine, please.

Right away.

Have you heard that Rada died yesterday?

How?

I talked to her just the other day.

It seems it was throat cancer.

I bumped into her daughter.

She said Rada didn't want to be a burden to anybody.

Burden or no burden, you need to talk to people.

Didn't I tell each and every one of you about my knee? And?

If I hadn't, I wouldn't be using it now.

What are you whining about now? Who died?

Rada.

Fuck.

I read an article.

It says

you can get throat cancer from oral sex.

Tamara?

Come and help me unpack the groceries.

What's the matter with her now? - You mean, every day?

Well...

We'll be off, then.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Goodbye.

What's all this?

I bought this, to spare us the grinding.

The Oscar betting odds in the US for Best Actor

favor, for now, Al Pacino

for his role of a blind retired Lt. Col. Frank Slade

in Scent of a Woman.

I personally liked the original movie, and Vittorio Gassman better...

You can stop here.

Where did you want to go?

I'll just get out here.

Where are you headed?

To the courthouse, but I don't have enough for the whole fare.

Just give me that pack, and we'll forget about the money.

I just bought margarine and mayonnaise with a 10% discount.

Newest offers for Pekabeta customers.

I always shop at Pekabeta. Today I bought some juices

and juice syrups, and they are much cheaper than other places.

Newest offers for Pekabeta customers.

Today I bought some eggs and chicken.

The owner of Jugoskandik pyramidal bank

said in Budapest, where he escaped yesterday...

Wait a minute.

"It's easier to fight for my clients from abroad.

If I returned, they would arrest me, and I couldn't do anything for them."

And what is six times four?

It's... 24.

And what is... - Give me one with five.

OK. What is 45 times 5?

It's... two hundred...

And twenty-five. - Yes, it is.

Let me give you one now. - All right.

What is 67.000 times 8?

67.000 times 8?

One million six hundred and forty-three thousand

five hundred and forty-three, two...

Come here.

No, it's not.

Open it up. - This?

How did you know I was missing this very one?

Put your seat belt on.

So? - What?

What happened at school today? - Nothing.

Cut it here.

Mom said you were angry about something.

I think Mom is the one who is always angry.

Is this all?

We can add some pickles.

What's with your hair?

Oh, how strong you are, Raphael.

Let me see...

Don't.

The muscles turned out great.

When is the puppy coming? - What puppy, honey?

The one coming from abroad. You said, for my birthday.

That puppy never...

It stayed abroad.

It found its new home there.

But I already told everyone.

Is your husband home?

He's in the backyard with the others.

Now look how a champ does it, bro.

Let's go. Get it, boy!

Way to go, boy. Bravo.

Bravo, Jovan.

Bite it.

Atta boy. Bravo, Jovan.

That's it, my little one. My pretty boy.

My good boy.

Tear it up, boy.

See how a champ does it?

Twenty minutes, a walk, and then this again.

All right? Bravo...

Hey, man. What brings you here? - I just stopped by.

Sorry, my hands are dirty. Has the gas arrived already?

Yes, it has. - I was expecting you tomorrow.

That's not why I'm here. - Why, then?

I need a favor.

Where are you taking Sveta?

I just need him for today. It's my daughter's birthday.

The little one. I'll bring him back tomorrow.

Say hi to your wife. - I will, thank you.

You should take better care of her.

Beli takes care of me three times a week, at least.

Minja!

Come and see this.

That's not a cocker spaniel.

No, honey...

I borrowed it from the neighbors so you all could play with him today.

And one day you'll get the dog you wanted. OK?

Hi, Fica.

I'll come back tomorrow. Have fun.

Hi, Fica.

Go on and show him where he will sleep.

Where? - We already talked about this.

He'll sleep in your room.

And where will I sleep? - In Tamara's.

You think all your problems can be solved like that?

So, you're not allowed to touch this and this.

You're not allowed to touch my poster.

You're not allowed to touch this,

and in no way, my robot.

Also, my colored pencils.

You shouldn't touch this, and by no means, my Raphael.

And you're not allowed to sit on my bed.

Why didn't you knock?

What are you doing with that pillow?

Mom said that Fica needs to sleep in my room, and I'll sleep in here.

No one ever asks me about anything.

You're not sleeping with me. You'll sleep on the floor.

And don't you touch anything, you understand?

OK, you can leave that pillow on the bed.

Welcome back to the program.

We have a caller. Hello?

Good evening. - Good evening. You're on the air.

Warmest greetings to the amazing prophet Cleopatra.

I am so glad I managed to join you on the air.

Have some.

Thank you. Your accent tells me you might be calling from Croatia?

What's with your T-shirt? - These are my muscles.

Please, tell me, is your horoscope sign...

You know she's a man?

Who is? - Cleopatra.

What are you saying?

Where is my sai weapon?

Is the reason for your call today a woman?

Yes. It's my secretary.

Thank you!

She used some blank payment orders you signed?

If that is the right term, as I am not a bank clerk...

Happy birthday, Raphael!

Let me see.

Just look at those muscles, that costume...

Gosh! Raphael.

You're so fierce.

You should've been the one to cut the cake.

How are you, Saveta?

Not bad. And you? - Well, same thing.

Tamara, come here for a bit.

Look what I swiped from the office.

Thought you might need it.

Thank you.

Fuck me

if there's any butter to be found anywhere.

If my brother hadn't sent me the eggs from Šid,

there wouldn't have been any cake at all.

If it's sweet, the kids will eat it.

I put walnuts instead of almonds.

I finally got through to my aunt today.

My mother is feeling better.

The doctor says her health is improving.

And my aunt goes:

"Listen, sweetheart,

we won't be coming to Belgrade."

Lunatics, I tell you.

Where's my buddy? - He's sleeping.

Sleeping? Bless him.

He'll sleep right through his fucking life.

Here we go.

Happy birthday. - Thanks. Mom?

Good evening. - Good evening.

Here. I didn't know how to wrap it. - Never mind. Thank you.

Master Splinter.

Come with me.

Let me show you my sai weapon.

You have really given us a headache with these masks.

Well, it's fun for the kids.

Yes, but the least you could do is let us know sooner.

Good evening. - Good evening.

And tomorrow I have to go to the other side of town

to return this kimono.

All the characters were for boys, so she decided to be a princess.

There's April O'Neil. - She doesn't like yellow.

See? See what kind of trouble have you put us through?

What time should we pick them up? - Around 10.30.

Hi.

What are you? - A princess. This is my crown.

Here you go. - Thank you. Mom.

Guess what my muscles are really made of?

Wool? - Sponge?

Sponge. - You're getting warmer.

Are they real muscles?

No. They're too soft. - No way.

Kids, this is Minja's brother Filip.

I thought you had a sister. - From my aunt's side.

Oh, your aunt's side.

I am Natalija. - Who's that little kid?

I don't know. But he came without a costume.

What a loser.

Did you make the mask yourself or did your mom make it?

I did it myself. - You're kidding.

Thank you.

Have you tried these sandwiches? - No.

April O'Neil from Channel 6 News.

So, you had no trouble getting here? - We've been here before.

I know, but it's not that easy without a car.

We waited for the bus for half an hour at least.

What? Yes, we did.

She insisted we shouldn't buy her a present.

She wanted to make it herself. - It's very nice.

I heard there was a party going on, but I didn't bring a costume.

Good. I see I'm not the only one.

Neša. Hey, Pops.

Although, I was ready to be April.

Raphael.

I am your servant until the day I die.

Please, step into my office.

You don't have an office. - Oh, yes I do. Have a nice evening.

Look. This is something just for you.

No one else must see it.

And you can share it only with someone special.

OK. - All right?

Thanks.

And you have a mike, too. - Thank you. My Mom gave it to me.

Just like you to choose to be April O'Neil.

The only girl in Ninja Turtles.

You could've dressed as April, too.

There'd be nothing wrong in having two Aprils.

Or you could've come as Krang.

Me? As that slimy brain?

You're all in pink anyhow.

And there is some resemblance.

And after work, we hit the bars until 6 a.m.

Then all three guys come to my place,

and I tell the other two to get lost...

Neša! - Good evening.

Where's my brother? - He's coming. Never mind me.

Hey, beautiful.

Am I a future Daddy or what? - Well, not yet.

Drink while you still can. - I don't understand.

I decided to have a child, because... - She has nothing better to do.

Right. And I really can't fucking be bothered looking for a guy,

having him burping and farting, needing to go out with him,

to get drunk with him... - You'd really hate that.

Before sex, after sex, I really do hate that.

And then him not calling, me wondering where he is...

I have no idea. - Where did this Tanja come from?

I don't know. All I know is she's working with Zaga

on a new theater production. She's a dramaturge.

Is Ceca coming?

Does Ceca know?

So I asked this beautiful boy to lend me some of his sperm,

and he said he would, for a gram.

A gram of what? - That's the best part.

A gram of anything. - Shut up.

What did you say? - Shut up.

Here, kids. A gift from corrupt doctors.

What did you bring us? - Bravo.

Some medicine.

Neša, use a glass, come on.

Where are the glasses?

Did you say hi to Mom?

Mignon!

Did Neša give you the chocolates? - We spilled some juice.

I almost forgot.

Thank you!

Where have you been?

OK.

Let's go wash our hands.

OK, we need to use the other one.

Where have you been, buddy?

I had to finish my French toast for dinner.

Minja, come and see who's here!

Splinter taught them to be ninja teens.

Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines.

Raphael is cool, but crude.

Michelangelo is a party dude.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Heroes in a half shell Turtle power!

Great, Stanko. Why didn't you come sooner?

I had to finish my French toast.

Here, I brought you some. - Thank you.

Marijana.

Isn't Ceca coming?

Man, she's going to flip.

It would be best if she hooked up with a gynecologist.

Doctor, we're talking about your gynecologist.

She did it a couple of times already.

And every time she managed to make a withdrawal,

and double the money.

Man, you Serbs always think you can make a quick buck.

That's not the point. - Well, if it can be done,

why wouldn't you do it? Hi, Tamara. Why wouldn't you?

Because someone is bound to pay for it...

This is Tamara, a very talented artist.

Tanja. Nice to meet you.

She'll be the best scenographer there is.

And if she's smart enough to leave this country, she'll be world-renowned.

Yeah, it's all our fault. The Serbs are to blame

that Slovenia seceded. Give me a break.

Well, whose fault is it? - You tell me.

No, you tell me. - You know whose fault it is?

The Germans'.

Imagine that. - Now you're talking.

You're one of those who-set-us- againsteach-other people?

No, it's just that if the Berlin wall hadn't fallen,

there'd be no 14th Congress of LCY. - That's right.

No one cared about preserving Yugoslavia long before that meeting,

otherwise, they would've all agreed on the confederation

and greater autonomy for the republics,

and then, a joint democratic transition would ensue.

What democratic transition? Towards what?

An even greater exploitation of workers in capitalism?

What workers, in what factories? - Do you want to see my new sketches?

Yes, please. - What are you talking about?

I'm just saying that between the two, I choose socialism.

And where did it get us? - It's not socialism that got us here.

What, then? - Miloševic.

And the 14th Congress, just like she said.

But who voted for Miloševic? You Serbs did.

I didn't vote for him. - Yes, we did. So what?

Stop it, Anka, please.

Let me ask you something, pretty girl.

Do you, just like your socialist friend that is supporting you,

live off the money that your parents send you?

That's none of your business, but yes, I do.

OK.

That's nice.

It's easy for you to be socialists with your butts comfortably seated

on a bourgeois inheritance. - Our beautiful butts.

You're real cute. - Thank you.

Hi, Ceca.

You look tired. - Tell me about it.

Those people are insane. They kept me there till 5.

"Why does my child have so many unexcused absences?"

"Why does my child have a B in biology, a D in gym class?"

Why? Because your children are a disaster. And I told them that.

And then Bacovic's mom... That girl that's been suspended?

She started defending them. "No, it's not the children's fault.

"It's all because of snickers." - Snickers?

She meant, skinheads. We spent the entire PTA meeting

trying to figure out what she was rambling about.

Did they ask about me? - No. The kids happily left early,

and no one even noticed you were gone. - Ceca!

Share it with your sister. - She doesn't like this kind.

Wait...

Brace yourself. Zaga brought someone to the party.

Her name is Tanja. She's a dramaturge.

They're working together on a play at the theater.

And she's pretty young, too.

You know what the biggest problem with you Serbs is?

Us Serbs? What in the hell are you? - He is a Celt.

That's right, honey.

I am a Celt.

Does that make me Celtic too? - No.

You just can't miss his Gaulic heritage.

What?

How is it possible that you're a Celt, and I'm not?

Well, that's not a DNA thing. - Excuse me, do you have a light?

You either are, or aren't.

Did the Medical Chamber set you up with that Celtic heritage, too?

All they do is pat each other on the back...

I'm Ceca. - Tanja. Nice to meet you.

What do you do, Tanja?

I am a dramaturge.

A dramaturge? - Yes.

You write plays?

Well, lately, I have mostly been cutting up other people's plays.

And you?

Nothing so exciting.

Your daughter is so talented... - Would anyone like a beer?

Hi, Ceca. When did you get here?

I just did.

Do we have any? - Ceca.

I always declared myself a Yugoslav.

That's lovely.

Whatever we are, it's all gone to cock! - Cheers!

Well, to cock! - Neša, the kids will hear you.

What's that? - My weapon.

This is a weapon.

Hi, guys. Come on in.

Go on. Good evening. - Good evening.

Did this boy come as Raphael?

Little asshole.

A present for Maja.

It's a photo album. - Thank you.

Is this Lana?

Who is she?

Lana Marjanovic, an actress from the National Theater.

What actress?

May I use your phone? - Sure. It's in the hallway.

I need to see where I can pick up the tickets for the premiere.

Raphael is here.

Look at his costume!

So, now we're twins.

But I'm the real Raphael.

How can you be the real one, if you're twins?

That means you're the same.

Marko is the real one because he has the real weapon.

But Minja's is also great.

Yes, it is, but Marko's is better.

You know she left her husband for Nenadovic?

The politician?

She is good-looking.

You are aware that you look like psychos?

We don't just look it.

Come on, relax, Sis.

It's not everyday we have celebrities over.

We need some excitement in our petty little lives.

Don't be a party pooper now, just like your brother.

There's nothing more important than Neša having fun.

Why, of course.

Yes, I can come over, it's just...

I don't know where to park my car there.

I so don't feel like watching that shit.

Are we boring you?

Not you, Anka, but the others are critical.

You can join the kids, Neša.

You know what? I will.

That's just one of my many traumas.

OK, see you soon. Bye.

Hi.

We met once at a dinner party over at the Markovics'.

Oh, yes.

Tanja.

A dramaturge from the Atelier 212.

Right.

Would you like something to drink?

OK.

Didn't you tell me I looked like that folk singer, Zorica Brunclik?

Well, you did. - What?

It was a compliment.

Shame on you. - You'd be better off if you were her.

In the end, it was neither, so... - Right.

It's not easy to find your way in this business of ours.

Would you like some second-hand whiskey?

I'll pass. - Absolutely.

Why second-hand?

It came that way.

There are a couple of unopened bottles,

but I think it's because it is Grant's.

You want some Grant's? - No, I'll have that second-hand one.

Excellent choice.

I believe that anything second-hand is better.

What do you mean?

It's already been tried, so you know it's better.

Like what?

Like second-hand whiskey.

Like a used car.

Or a second-hand dog. - A second-hand dog?

Yeah, that's the best kind.

Plus, they're more loyal, due to their fear of abandonment.

Cheers. - Cheers.

Who, me? - I'm not sure who's a bigger psycho.

I better leave before I start thinking like the two of you.

Let's just have some fun.

I'm going to check on the kids.

Did you see her? - An actress. Turns my stomach.

I meant, Zaga.

She's doing this on purpose.

What did you expect, when you broke off with her?

Three times in the past two months at that.

Because I knew all along that she'll cheat on me.

You're difficult, Ceca.

That Lana is a bitch. She knew Minja would be Raphael.

Kids, we got some hash.

Wanna join us?

Come on.

Leonardo, I am challenging you to a duel.

I don't want to. You're not the real Raphael.

But maybe I could humiliate you.

Who's the girl?

Did you bring her just to get on my nerves?

We've been together for two weeks now.

Ceca, wait.

Who did you play? Nina or Irina? - Nina.

I've always found the Russians to be too depressing.

Yes. Because they understood human nature.

That is why their every word is so charged,

and hits you in the stomach.

But, no...

It seems my greatest acting achievement will be

the part I did eight years ago, at the Academy.

Don't say that. You're still young. - Yes.

You still have many bad parts ahead of you.

I know.

But if I get another femme fatale, I'm going to kill myself.

There are worse parts than being a femme fatale.

Like what? - Well...

A cab driver.

Hairy, rude window clerk. Old, retired woman.

So I should be satisfied with the part of femme fatale.

Of course. - Absolutely.

And ten years from now, you won't be playing them for sure.

Excuse me?

Honestly, theater is overrated.

You're all imagining yourselves to be an intellectual elite.

And who goes to the theater today? Criminals and politicians.

Just to show off to their lovers, half their age,

then take them to the backstage bar and introduce them to you,

and that makes you important, but, actually, you're not.

Then you become bitter and sad,

because everything is turned upside down in this country,

and it's all meaningless, especially theater.

And what do you do, that is so meaningful?

I teach English. And most probably,

all these kids will wind up in my class in high school,

but I never said it was meaningful.

Well, I don't think you're competent enough to teach my son,

let alone speak about theater.

Do you play in any of Shakespeare's plays?

Yes, I do.

Well, you see, I got my PhD in Shakespeare Studies

and Elizabethan Theater at Cambridge.

So I think I'm competent.

Ceca, why are you making things up?

I don't give a fuck. She's so full of it.

Hello.

Nothing but freaks.

My mom says he's deceiving people

and promising them apartments in buildings that don't exist.

Let's talk about something else. - Like what? Saint Sava?

One thing we really need to talk about is school transportation.

I'm left waiting for a bus for three hours.

Until 6 a.m! And no sign of the bus.

I know. - And when I get fed up with it,

I just start walking to school. I know the teacher will scream at me.

And that's when the bus arrives!

This birthday sucks. Just listen to this music.

Happy birthday, Minja.

I didn't have time to wrap it.

It doesn't matter.

Raphael.

Hello, everybody.

Hi.

Hey.

Hi.

Dad said you might need some beer.

I was held up at a meeting, that's why I'm late.

We were discussing a bulletin that's in the making.

We're collaborating with some anarcho-punks from...

From Croatia,

Bosnia,

Macedonia and Slovenia.

Really big names. It's going to be so cool.

Cool.

We're planning to print some 5.000 copies.

It's the only way to break the information blockade.

So, now you're an anarchist?

And what do your new friends have to say about your Nazi past?

We need more people.

It's a big project.

It would be so cool if you came to a meeting.

Goran! - Hey!

Did you really pierce your nose?

I had a friend do it at a concert.

A badass Greek punk band was playing.

What was its name?

It was called... Never mind.

My friend Andrea Tomaševic brought them here.

She has her own fanzine.

There were some great people there,

Uju, Fleka...

I think I even saw Chavke.

So Uju was there, too? - Yeah.

And that friend...

She is from Greece, and her name is Nikki.

I met her through her girlfriend who plays in the band, you know?

It was a crazy evening.

Out of the blue, she says:

"You'd look great with an earring in your nose."

And I say: "Thank you", you know...

And how come homosexuals no longer destroy traditional Serbian values?

You're not quite right in the head, I'd say.

How can I be? - You have a point there.

Come on, cheers.

Cheers, Goran! - To not being normal.

The biggest reason for my insanity, and our insanity,

is actually our state. Yeah.

It is the real aggressor. All of them. The rulers,

political leaders, soldiers, priesthood...

And the victims are all the exploited people.

The working class, the unemployed,

retired people, students...

No matter if they're Serbs, Croats or Muslims.

Because, before we were born, we didn't have a catalogue

to choose our parents,

our faith or nation or language.

But after we are born, we have a choice.

To be human or inhuman.

That's why it's the perfect time

for all of us to go crazy and start a revolution.

We've hit rock bottom, people.

Ceca and Zaga here joined the protests and got nothing.

No, Zaga got a few bruises.

Fuck!

You know what?

Anyone can have a baby today. - Anka, you're nuts.

Well, I can't.

But I can.

Let's get something straight.

All you need is a dick, an erection and ejaculation.

But that's the biggest problem.

Ejaculation? - Erection.

Neša and I don't need an erection.

Only the white stuff.

I'll show you white stuff, you nut.

We'll make such a wonderful family. - You don't say.

Good for you, Anka. - It'll be good for you, too.

Watch it, you'll burn your hair.

Come in.

Only the white stuff!

Dad said you're not coming.

You're listening to Satan, huh?

I went to his concert a couple of years ago.

That left a mark on me as a young child.

Oh my God. - Do you have a better name for it?

Foo-foo...

Would you like some beer?

No.

Would you like some pot?

Why don't you join us for a bit?

Well... I like licking.

Licking. - Yes.

To be licked or...

Well, mostly both,

but it depends on the smell.

Yeah, one time...

I almost puked.

I'm telling you.

Gross.

What else?

Fondling.

But you know what I like best?

Kissing.

Kissing, man... - Yes.

When someone is...

a great kisser, you don't want him to stop, ever.

I fucking miss kissing.

Oh, God.

Out of all of Goran's phases, I think this is the best one.

It's fantastic.

It's the best. - The green in his hair is just adorable.

Our diplomas are not valid there. - Listen. Ask around...

Guys, Tanja is marvelous!

Fuck you, Nenad.

Ceca, you know you're my favorite.

There's always some faggot to stir up a lesbian drama.

You are lucky you're so pretty.

I've heard that many times before, you know.

Come on...

Don't...

Careful.

Just a minute.

The electricity will come back soon. - Great.

You know what this is?

A rabbit? - No.

But you're close.

It's a pig, woman, don't you see?

These are porker's ears.

Where?

How is that a pig? - See, this is its snout,

these are porker's ears... - They're not porker's ears.

What are they then? - Rabbit's ears.

Hold this. - Oh, my.

Did you miss me?

I just hope it won't be a boy.

With that much estrogen, there's no way.

And that she takes her looks after Neša.

It's not hormones that determine the baby's sex, but chromosomes.

We were just checking if the lights were out in your room, too.

Excuse me.

I have no idea why it blew.

Is it back on in all rooms? - Yes, it is.

I better go and check.

It's just what I heard. I'm not sure.

That's terrible.

Did the lights go out in here?

What are you talking about?

Never mind.

Someone should photograph the kids.

What's that got to do with me? - Tamara.

OK.

Marko, look at me. I look just like your mom.

She was posing like this in Duga Magazine.

It's occupied!

Sorry.

There's someone in there, too?

What's up with you two?

Is there someone else?

Exactly a year ago, she decided

to cut her hair short.

She said her long hair bothered her.

I told her not to do it, but...

Like always, when she sets her mind on something...

You know her.

I do.

And ever since, she's been cutting it every two months.

Are you fucking with me?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

But I just don't see what's one got to do with the other.

I can't get it up.

I look at her and...

What am I telling you for? She's your sister.

I don't know what to say.

OK, maybe she looks a bit like a boy, but...

Doesn't she?

Who am I to say? I wouldn't mind that at all.

I don't think it's only about the hair.

It's about everything.

Why do you think we're leaving?

You think I want to go to Holland?

First, you can't make yourself get up in the morning.

And just when you start...

You start getting used to the maimed people they're transferring from Bosnia...

And you start connecting the dots as to what the whole thing is about.

Like, sort of...

And then a kid comes in with a ruptured spleen.

His close friend is there, too, with a gun pointed at us,

in case we make a mistake. - Fucking hell.

It's useless.

Anka, a Serbian mother! - Be quiet.

Give it here! - What?

Be quiet. - Give it to me.

What?

What else have you got in that purse, woman?

Let's have us some fun. What's stopping us?

Nothing. - Don't shout.

I'm going to check on the kids.

In those meetings, do you talk about

how there should be total anarchy and chaos,

and make Molotov cocktails?

No, not really.

We mostly talk about how we should fight against the aggressor.

The aggressor? - Yeah, the real aggressor.

I mean, the state. All the states, all of them.

The rulers, political leaders, soldiers,

priesthood...

And the victims are all the exploited people.

The working class, the unemployed,

retired people, students...

No matter if they're Serbs, Croats or Muslims.

And how do you fight against them?

With a revolution.

Cool.

Speaking of a revolution...

Have you listened to Pankrti before?

A band from Ljubljana. Real punk music.

There.

I'm gonna show you how to do the pogo dance.

So you're ready when you go to your first concert.

Come on!

Now you push me.

Harder.

Harder!

Wait, wait...

Hey, socialists... - I need to stop.

These bourgeois drugs have fallen into your lap.

Come on, have some more.

Is she eating you out?

Yes, she is.

The hell she is.

Do you have a lighter?

Do you want another one? - Yes, please.

You're almost done with that one. Here.

Thank you. - Grab one more, for later.

Bye.

Hey.

Where's Zaga?

She's not in the yard?

No, she's not.

You should move in with me.

I love you.

Did you make fun of me?

No, not at all.

Goodbye. And fuck you.

I didn't even want to come here.

I pierced my nipple because of you. - Ceca.

You stirred up passions once again.

And let me tell you something.

It's not the same with a dildo, as it is with a dick.

I said it all.

I'm gonna fucking quit my job at the theater.

Come on, guys. Where is Marijana?

She's not hiding in the pantry, that's for sure.

Who saw her last? - She was just with us...

Where was she?

Look at her, sparkling like a Christmas tree.

This Maja is a nice, pretty girl. A good singer.

She's popular, but normal.

Fica, come to Grandma.

What happened to you, poor Fica?

Where's Mom?

She went to buy something. - For the cake?

Yes. The small plastic candle holders.

OK. Everybody is waiting for the cake.

There. We survived this, too.

Do you need anything?

No. Just the cake.

Shall I cut it into rectangles or squares?

It would be best if you cut it into squares,

and then into thin triangles.

Then they can get a second serving.

Hey, guys, first the candles, then the song,

and then blowing out. Only then you cut it.

How about a short one? Like Mia.

Where are the candles? - Tea?

Hana? - I don't want a Croatian name.

Hell. Jovanka then?

She can't be Jovanka.

Come on, wait a minute. Hey!

Baby!

Baby, please, get back in the car. - Not a chance!

What are you going to do? - Whatever you want.

You are such a redneck. Why am I wasting my time with you?

I won't ask another question. Just please get back.

Get back in the car.

You're such a rube.

How did I let myself get into this?

To have someone treat me this way...

A hick from Banovci, at that.

What's your problem?

I don't have one, but you're really fucked.

But your biggest problem is

that, instead of a dick, you have a little pussy in your pants.

That's why your baby found another guy.

Shut up, you whore.

Yeah, we're all whores, because you don't have the balls.

And we need to look for them elsewhere.

And it's better to be a whore, than a faggot, right?

Is that it? Are you a faggot?

But you have no balls, so you can only take it in the ass.

What does your mommy say about you being a fairy?

Get lost, bitch, or I will beat you up so bad

that you'll be unrecognizable when they find you.

Well, it's not your fault, pussy, that your mom is a cheap whore.

And that she fucked a moron, and spewed you out, so retarded,

out of her cunt.

Did you check the entire house?

Everything but Saveta's room.

Hi, Mom.

Have you seen Marijana?

No.

Vuk!

Vuk! Vuk!

Minja, help me!

They're all throwing stuff at me!

Stop it!

I personally started the food fight!

Just so your birthday wouldn't be ruined.

Today is a wonderful day.

It's our Minja's birthday.

Live long. - Live long!

And be happy.

Live long. - Live long!

And be happy.

You're amazing.

Just amazing.

I am asking you nicely to stop it.

And we're telling you nicely we won't.

Where have you been? Are you alright?

Yes, I just needed some air.

OK. The kids have gone bonkers.

Your husband can't even put the candles on right.

Marijana...

Where have you been, honey?

I'll do it.

What are we going to do now?

Nothing. We'll serve the cake.

We can't serve it like this.

You turn the lights off, I'll light the candles,

and no one will notice a thing.

You're a genius. Come on.

I am so sorry... - Come on.

Hi, guys.

When is the cake coming?

When will my mom pick me up? - What's going on?

Wait, wait...

Anka, what's happening?

Magic.

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

My mom told me that you live in Bumfuck, Nowhere.

Bumfuck. - Pavle, shut up.

Wait a second.

Go this way. - And you?

You go and I'll follow you.

Everything is ready. - Anka, watch it.

Go.

Today is a wonderful day.

Go on, go up there.

Today is a wonderful day.

It's our Minja's birthday.

This is not a cake, it's a catastrophe.

There's no way I'm eating that.

Me neither. This Raphael is worse than Minja.

May you live long And be happy.

Long live!

Happy birthday, cutie! - Make a wish!

Good night, Fica. - Good night.

Sleep well and sweet dreams. - What?

Sleep well and sweet dreams.

You, too, Fica.

Good night.

Good night.

You wanna try?

Spit it out.

We're almost done.

There. Just a minute.

There you go.

Hold on.

What happened last night that was so bad?

I'm never celebrating my birthday again.

You wanna go to the video store with me?

Dad said we can rent two tapes. You can choose one.

Bloodsport?

Tie your shoes.

I think Kickboxer would be better. - OK. What else?

She gets to choose the other one.