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Belgrade

You were excellent.

Are you tired, dear? - No. - That was the best.

It was excellent. Wait for me at the front. - I will.

Toza called, We're going to the café. - Let's go.

Really? I don't want to fuck it up. - Really. Goca is waiting out front.

Just tell him we're going.

Nice? It was good, wasn't it? - Excellent.

Are you OK? - Excellent

Then we go to the café. - Yes, with Toz.

Leave Tozovec alone, We're going with the sponsors.

Who brought the roses? - I don't know. We are waiting for you.

The executioner!

Now you'll see, you fool.

Shame on you, you fool.

Calm down, News.

Tomo, son, stand back, come on.

You could take a little care, you know.

Should I watch out? Fuck your show.

We'll be late. -Help me. He won't be able to live on singing.

Beautiful! Go to your mother's cunt!

Call a doctor or an ambulance. Fuck the mother. Beautiful!

Do you hear that? What are you standing like a lime god for? Get on stage.

The new flag will fly

over our gia you at that time.

The worker and the farmer will be the same,

because they work and try equally hard.

Stay awake.

Slowly, go. Breathe.

Look at me. Look at me. - Breathe.

Look at me. Quick, call a doctor.

Look at me. Stay awake. Breathe.

Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! We have an emergency.

I'm done. Kovacevic is on duty. - It's urgent!

Can you hear me? What is your name?

What is your name?

TOMA

Tell me your name. Why are you embarrassed? - Toma.

Tomo, they say they are the best singers are those who are embarrassed to sing.

I am Goran. I work here in amateur theatre.

I wish you would sing something for me.

Have you ever been in love?

Imagine you're singing to a girl, you're in love with.

Stop, stop!

Zdravković, what you are doing, is not worth half a dick.

Maybe James Dean does it because he is handsome.

You know you're ugly, don't you?

The first thing people notice about you is your nose. Go, I won't see you until tomorrow.

Leskovac

What boobs she has!

You know what titties want? - What?

A man with a big nose. - Donkey, in!

Appearing SILVANA

Tepca, didn't I say stage left?

It's on my left, you fool. Leave room for the double bass player.

What will happen to us if no one listens to him?

Shut up, you bastard. You have no idea about music.

Where are you going, you fool - Here you are, boss.

I'd rather have your dad fuck me, ...than slip you into a bar.

If you miss it again, you will fly to your theatre,

let them feed you. Take care of the stage. - Now.

I said on my left.

My gypsy,

I am sad tonight.

Sing me a song.

Pos t i o n o f t h e p o s s i b i l i t y.

And those... Black and Japanese are on the Titanic,

when it starts to sink. And the Japanese man says:

Let's do something.

Says the Montenegrin: The Japanese would be doing something all the time.

Good morning. Good morning, Professor.

Put the cigarette down. Good morning.

Dr Hadzi Popovic. -Happy to meet you, Toma Hadži Zdravkovič.

You know, comrade... Zdravkovic.

We have carried out investigations. We have to wait for the results.

You will stay in hospital. Are you married?

Is this the reason for my condition? I can divorce immediately.

I am asking you if anyone to bring slippers and stuff.

The doctor sees that I am a slipper.

This is my wife. Goca! The doctor wants us to divorce.

What did they say? Is it a blister? -Nothing.

Please come out. - Last night you told us to come in the morning.

Outside. Come outside.

Get out, I said.

The one in the pink jacket is to blame. Go on.

Get it ready for painting. Take his temperature.

No need, I'm as cold as a bugger.

Let's drink this water and go to the concert.

Sorry, you won't be able to make it to the concert. Please return your tickets.

This is my gig. What's up?

Yes, you are a singer. Excuse me. - I'm not. Cune is a singer.

Cune Gojkovic. God knows what I am.

Tell Cunet to sing without you tonight.

Good. Forget about Cuneta, that's my...

You have icy hands.

A concert is not an option. First we will determine the therapy,

then we will see. - Good.

Done by 6, at 7 I have to be at the Trade Union Centre.

Rest. - Good

Don't move your arm, it will hurt.

Hold my hand, it will be easier. - May we?

You are not pale. - Shall we cancel the concert, Beautiful?

Don't say anything back. - I am ready.

The news is ready. - Don't touch anything.

Are you sure? - Yes.

Oh, my gypsy,

I am sad tonight.

Leskovac

I am sad tonight.

Sing me a song.

Heal my wounds.

Untangle your hair.

Leave that gypsy pussy now. Silvana?

Clove mud. - Guys, last stop.

Sherba, give me a cloth. - I'm busy, bitch.

I will. "Dalape", eh?

What do you know about Dalape. - I know.

Welcome, comrades artists. Sava Videnović, Administrator

and manager of this modern catering Radan.

But it is really modern, motherfucker.

Sava Videnović. - Silvana, singer.

We know, we have heard about you.

We are not farmers. Please come into the building.

Silvana, can I get your suitcases? - Yes, come on.

I will.

What do you do with the accordion? - C doesn't work for you.

You know what C is, monkey. - Juniper for relaxation?

Thank you, I don't drink before the show. I take care of my vocal cords.

I would keep an eye out for those too.

I have put up posters around Leskovec three times.

There is a lot of interest in your performance.

I like your optimism. - We got it for half the price.

We have it all, the fan, the liver and all you want.

I would have preferred a rest. It's a long way to you.

He escorts his companion to her room. - When will the rehearsal be?

Tonight's at 6:00.

If you need anything...

I am Tom.

I sing too, you know?

Do you have an iron?

An iron?

We will find it.

Do we have an iron?

What kind of iron? - Silvana needs one.

Why didn't she tell me? Run over to your neighbour Jaco's.

Next.

Bravo. Help me, my heart.

Here's how to do it.

I will turn it on.

Here, take it and pull. -I will.

So?

Have you been eating for a long time?

I. Since I was 16.

I sing too. In amateur theatre. I act and sing.

Well done, I wish you well. - I sing in this café too.

For selected audiences only.

You don't choose your audience. The audience chooses you.

What are we going to hide love,

but when I have to

your being?

Heart more

not mine.

It belongs to you, my dear.

What are you bleating like a calf? Work!

You're jamming, aren't you? Come here.

Step this way. And look.

Will it come.

Fuck, what a fool.

Oh, my gypsy.

Let my youth pass

without tears in my eyes.

Hey, youth,

why are you passing?

Hey, worry,

you're coming fast.

Hey, youth...

Let it go, Sava will chase us away like dogs.

I don't care, I'm going to leave anyway. - Will you go back to the Roasters?

I will not go back there again. - Will you sleep on a park bench again?

A monument will be erected in this park.

Why should they erect a monument to you?

Because I will die in the next war. - Go to sleep, Rama.

Right, then you'll be on your own carry it. - Drive.

Tom, right?

Tom.

What is Silvana's name?

Have you heard of "Bitter Rice"?

No bitter rice. All is sweet, if you cook it well.

It's a film, you fool. You haven't seen it, have you?

I don't watch Chinese films. Only domestic.

And the Italian ones, because they are beautiful women.

You see, I took my name from one of these women.

Silvana Magnano. In "Bitter Rice" she played.

They will make a film about me. - See it, no.

A monument and a film, eh?

You aim high. - I'm grabbing where I can.

Give me some brandy.

I've heard you sing.

I told you I was singing to a select audience.

Would you sing with me? Tomorrow night?

For a wider audience?

I would do anything with you.

But my boss won't let me. - Leave the boss to me.

Whatever you say.

Which song did you sing before?

I have never heard it before. - It is mine.

See, no. You write poems too,

I tried it too, but I can't do it.

How do you do it?

So.

First I have to undress.

To give space to the soul.

Then I need to find a girlfriend.

Nice.

And I take her hand.

This stirs up emotions. And that's where it starts.

Do you hear that?

I don't hear, I feel.

Then I have to kiss her.

We're not going to kiss, Tomo. Just sing.

Tomorrow, put on your clothes.

Don't tell Mum. - I won't.

She will feel it, because you know her.

I wouldn't be surprised if she came. - The election, concert tickets.

Bring your friends, I'll take them through the back entrance.

Does the doctor know about it? - Yes. Sure.

He will certainly find out when we return.

Come on, you're beautiful.

Where did you get this dress - Silvana bought it.

What a way she set you up! That's from me.

Canary shit. - Don't give a fuck.

No, it doesn't. My father carried it with him, until a tree fell on him.

I'm fucking kidding, the tractor knocked it over. It helps with the voice.

He is the only one I dream of,

I just want him,

I just want to share my destiny with him.

So please understand, dear mother,

only with him

would always be happy.

Thank you.

Last night I accidentally discovered, that this café

hides a talented boy.

You haven't heard it yet, because he sings for a select audience.

I addressed him, to sing you a song.

I am honoured to announce

Tom Zdravkovic!

What is it now?

This is the song we have all forgotten.

E-mol.

It's midnight and I'm alone again.

It's midnight,

I don't know anyone.

My heart is grieving tonight,

because he can't hear your words.

I have no reason to love anymore.

I have no one to tell me, how to get over it.

Days are passing, summers are passing.

Hey, my cursed fate.

My heart is grieving tonight,

because he can't hear your words.

Tuzla, 1958.

Toma Zdravković, for the first time in Tuzla.

See that no one takes it off. I'm going to make a noise.

Come on, let's close.

Well done, comrades artists.

That's right. Culture, art, education!

With long strides straight to communism.

Now everyone to bed.

Sherba, leave the brandy.

Like my dad: Not this one, Not that one. Fuck him.

This is for you.

And for you.

All this for me? - Normal.

We have escaped poverty. - I was not poor.

Make sure the money doesn't fly away. - Where to?

This fool doesn't know that money has wings.

The money is supposed to fly...

What did you get away from, if not poverty?

I'm not going to sing in cafés all my life.

I want to see the world.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go to Italy. That's where your Silvana is from.

Magnano. - First to Trieste, then to Venice.

Shall we try? - We can go to San Remo too.

The best festival is there. - You can. Wherever you want.

First Venice, then San Remo. Imagine a boat.

We drive, we eat, we serve.

I. If only life had a repeat!

One lifetime of living as I would have wanted.

And another, when you would live as you should.

Leave the door unlocked.

My Tomo.

If only I'd let everyone unlock the door...

I am not everyone.

You didn't.

What am I to you?

You are my favourite singer.

Good morning.

Good day, singer. It's morning is long gone for the workers.

Where is everyone? - They went to the lake.

And I took Silvana out early on the train to Germany.

Don't you know?

She got the job. She wanted Deutschmarks.

She said you'll take over here. Dot.

Elect the Treaty. Excuse me, I typed some letters over the letters.

You have a room, food and food to eat every day except Sunday.

Did she leave an address? Did she say anything?

Are you in love?

My comrade the singer, falling in love is bourgeois bullshit.

In communism, everything is available. We have beautiful girls for you here.

And hotels too. Comrades.

I can guarantee you one today.

I have to love a little too. - Love?

My singer, fuck it. Sign the contract.

Dear Mother, pick me up a bouquet of white roses.

Wrap them, beautiful flowers, with black ribbon,

to take to my dear to their final resting place.

To kiss her on the lips,

dead, dark.

Comrade Zdravković.

This is not a café.

This is a hospital. - Good morning.

Who is it? - The late Kalesic.

Oh, Zoki! Get up.

What do I care about being in hospital? - We're waiting for the results, get up.

You're fine. Go away. - Zoki, me and the doctor

buy some chouppucchini and a danish, so we can eat something.

Five or ten?

Even though I have forbidden you, you gave a concert last night.

I am a professional. Just like you in your field.

People paid to listen to me.

They would not forgive me, I would not have come and I would have stayed here.

Maybe they would forgive me, if I had died. Maybe they wouldn't.

Comrade Zdravković, sit down. - Good concert. It didn't hurt me.

My back ached, probably because of the shoes.

Otherwise, it was a great concert. Maybe the best. - You have a tumour.

Jebenti.

So he is back.

What do you mean?

Have you been treated?

Yes, in Chicago.

Jebenti.

So.

Even a tumour can't do without me, let alone an audience.

You know, all is not lost.

We talked at the Consilium, to remove the bladder. - No talking.

Forget about it right now. - If you don't allow...

That's what the one in Chicago said.

Let me hold the microphone in one hand, a bag in the other?

If you don't get treatment, you will soon die.

So what! I'm going to die.

Just irradiate... - And irradiate.

Not so effective.

Hug me during concerts. - No, there will be no concerts.

I have to sing - You can't.

I have to sing. My soul wants me to sing.

I will die here, you will treat me in vain.

Good.

A doctor?

I'll...

Will I live to see the end of the summer? I have a tour of Yugoslavia.

I would like to see it through.

No one can tell you that.

Please end it.

Come to the concert. - No.

I think I am on call. - I'll make sure you're not.

No, no.

I don't listen to folk music. - The nation has nothing to do with it.

This is my music. - I need to talk to my wife.

They both come. I will come for you. - No, no.

Leave your tickets. - There are none, the concert is sold out.

At half past seven in front of the Trade Union House. I will take you inside.

Let's get me together for the summer.

This fool has forgotten about us. - He will come. Have a little faith in people.

What do you know about faith in people? What is that? - Come on, Alexa.

I am a fool to have come. Let's go home.

Here we are. - Good evening.

Sorry to have kept you waiting. Goca, I'm glad.

I said he would come. You said it wouldn't.

You are late for your own concert. - They won't start without it.

That's right. - Ljiljana, the doctor's wife.

I'm glad to see you, Tom. Well done, Doctor.

Is my husband doing something to you? - He is not easy to be with.

But it's easy with you. Don't fool around. - We understand.

We need to soften the doctor a little.

It's going to be difficult. -I told Tom come over for dinner to celebrate.

What about? - Because he's coming out of hospital.

I'm sure we'll be there, Goca. - I take you at your word.

Should I bring the audience out? You're late.

We are waiting for you.

We spent the summer, we were together.

We were walking by the sea and dreamt.

But the sea is the sea, restless and buoyant,

like your hair and your eyes

Autumn is here, but you are not here yet.

I won't hold back. It's too loud.

All right, go on. Just take the key out.

I can wait for you out front. - No need, just go.

Autumn is here and you are not here yet.

You must have met a new love.

I have swapped the grey autumn for summer.

And I curse the sea and the sad summer.

No, no, it's not good. Wait.

It's good.

No, no. Try this. - How?

Go on? - Just faster.

Good introduction.

It will be a serious song.

Are you fucking with me? Where are you going?

Are you still angry with me?

No, why? - I left without saying hello.

Fuck, I didn't know what to say to you.

I have come to propose something to you. - I can't.

You don't know what I'm going to say. - That we run away together?

No. Something better.

Is there anything better, huh?

I'd like to introduce you to someone in Belgrade. Drda.

He works on the Belgrade stage. He arranged for me to record a record.

I'll get a prize for the young hope of folk music.

Bravo.

Only nice things I told him about you.

You don't know the nicest thing about me. - I want to hear you.

I made a mistake, you're going to sing at the award ceremony.

Here is the address and my phone number.

See you in Belgrade in three days?

Why didn't you tell me this on the phone?

Then I wouldn't have seen you.

Good evening. Toma Zdravkovič.

How you've sorted yourself out, bravo! - Was I exaggerating?

A little. But it's too late now. Thank you.

What's your guitar for? - For the performance.

You will sing, not play.

I had an idea... - Shit.

That's... Tom?

A great nose for a career. I like it. - What a career! I'm not for it.

You're good for nothing, sweetheart. Uncle Drda will sort it all out.

I'm joking a little. But a career is a wonderful thing.

Ask Silvana. Isn't that right? - It is. What you say is the truth.

Good song. The toga is good.

See and learn, Tomo.

I have edited, that he got the prize. Between us.

Beautiful, being a singer today means...

It's like jumping into the water without a boat.

That's why you have to make the boat in the water.

It leaks everywhere, and you're digging and plugging holes.

Why are you making a boat in the water? - That's what they say. Beautiful!

My colleague, congratulations. - Thank you.

I got this microphone three years ago.

I have it in my bathroom, to draw my curtain.

Everyone sees it there. Excuse me.

Lepa Lukić, Toma Marković, our young singer.

If it's anything like this nose, you're good.

Estrada is a small swamp full of of crocodiles, as the Romans used to say.

Toza! Congratulations. - Why are you congratulating me?

I should have got it last year. But they pushed Cuneta forward.

Let go of Cuneta. Our young singer, Toma... - Zdravkovic.

Predrag Živković-Tozovac.

He's like Silvana, only... - No tits.

Listen to him and do the opposite, as he tells you.

Don't talk like that. - Comrade Obrad.

Dragan Daković Drda.

Will you come to Madero? - No, I'm not going there.

Good. Me neither, but... - I'll see you later.

Let's check about Jugoton.

This is Obrad Jovovic. The main one in Jugoton.

If we are blessed, we win. Wait here. Toza.

Tomo. Radmilo Armenulić, tennis player.

This is Toma Zdravkovic, the young hope of folk music.

Aren't you a young up?

Watching tennis? - With Radmil We met in Germany.

By chance, it came while I was singing.

You "sang", not "sang"?

Good evening. I'm Micah Orlovic. - Silvanče. Excuse me.

I will hand over the prize for the young hope of folk music.

It goes to Silvana Barjaktarević!

Thank you!

This is a really important moment for me.

I have never met any tennis player.

It's a sophisticated sport. Not many people watch it.

Beautiful, are you ready?

Instead of singing to you, I would like to introduce you to

the new young hope of folk music.

It is an honour, to announce Tom Zdravkovic.

Your turn.

Good evening.

The order has come to give a few more beds in each room.

Do it. I'll do it right away.

You're barely up, and you've already lit up a cigarette.

This is my favourite.

You escaped last night.

Who knows when you arrived, when your wife came so late.

Lily is a true lioness.

Levinas.

How do you feel?

I feel the best, when I'm not thinking about feeling good.

Is something hurting you? - Your soul.

Are you in pain?

Healing the soul, dohtar?

When you learn to heal the soul, let me know.

Then you will become a real Doctor Jaga baba.

You mention the soul a lot.

Are you religious? - No.

I'm just sad.

Me too.

I therefore bear with you.

The irradiation is postponed to the second hour.

Take a rest.

Don't forget dinner. Goca never stops trying.

Doctor, take another one.

Under a palm tree on the seashore

say goodbye to teary eyes.

The morning is already turning red.

Come on, dohtar.

She cries, he kisses her gently.

A little. Cheers. - Just one glass.

Just smash it.

It's summer from tomorrow

only a memory.

I was carried away by the song. I apologise.

Goca, I can get it. - Sit down, I will.

I will. - No, I will.

When we were in America, Toma was singing in a café.

He said, "If I don't see you. that thou rejoice, I will not sing.

I thought he was joking. But he really stopped singing.

So I was looking forward to and smashed glasses.

The next day I went to the doctor. He told me I was pregnant.

I quickly went to find Tom, and he was in the casino.

I couldn't find it for two days! - I have to make up a better story.

Tomo, are you really such a gambler? - They're lying, Liars.

If I hadn't been hiding money, we'd be eating empty sandwiches.

I have one habit.

Right, I smoke. Sometimes I have a drink.

I do not persecute women.

Good. Dohtar. - No, I mustn't.

Not anymore. Doctor, tell him. - I did, but it doesn't help.

I am good. And even when I'm not, I make amends.

We were about to leave. - Where? They didn't take anything.

No, it's late.

What will we do if Toma so fired up? - That's right, Liki.

How I'd like to go to a café now!

Let's go! Cune sings in Skadarlij.

You brought the doctor to the café like Mick Jagger.

He wanted to go to the café any way he could.

Ljiljana, the dohtar's wife. Ljilja the dragon. - Tozovac.

Good evening, everyone.

What are you going to drink, dohtar? - I wouldn't drink anything. Water.

You'll find it hard to get water in this café.

I'll take the brandy. - That's how it's done.

Beautiful. - Davorin and Kebo.

Singer. What are you turning around for? I'm calling this one.

Tomic, you're dying in 100 episodes just like in "Dynasty".

I want to speed up, but it won't let me.

Come to Sarajevo. -We'll watch over you like a hajj.

Someone replace me. Come on. - You'll be beautiful.

She only eats for free in the shower.

Kale, have you recorded any songs? - I've already sung Tamburaše,

or again if you want. - Come on, Tomo. - I won't.

Please.

I know how to love,

I can sing and dream.

Because you and I

we are worlds apart.

Because you and I,

who's in,

who's in.

It was raining, and I cried for her.

Please stop.

You've had a drink, don't stop. - Let go of me!

I'm dying, Alexa.

I am sick.

Belgrade

I know, Beautiful. It's not worth half a dick.

Your songs are sad, silent. Who will listen to that?

I have another one in my drawer. - Great. Let it stay there.

TV, Beautiful! If you want on TV, you have to have a hit.

Toza goes to Illidja with a song

"Violin, don't play". He is weighing too.

It has rhythm, it has a double. He plays well.

People like it. - I like Tom's songs.

Nobody asked you anything. Did you take flowers for Silvana?

Yes, they're waiting for you downstairs. - Is Illidja on TV?

Yes. - Let's go there

You don't have a triplet. This is Bosnia. - I have a vibrator, Drda.

Keep it the same in the same drawer as the poem.

Fuck it, I'm a butcher. - I can arrange that for you any time.

Genes are a miracle.

Those eyes,

the eyes of a woman.

Why didn't you tell us, where you're taking us?

What are you missing? Drinks are free. - You can shit too.

The drink is free, but I feel a mild irradiation of the brain cells.

Tomo, is this your friend the poet? -Yes.

How so? Mihailo? - Mika.

Mika, when are you going to write me a song?

Your music is too soft for my verses.

You're fucking up, aren't you? If I throw you, you'll see how gentle you'll be.

And my mother said to me, that I had to be a farmer, not like you here.

Comrade artists, how is it? - You're doing just fine.

You can see it in me. - I said.

Comrade Radmilovic, you are my favourite actor.

Acting Contractor. - You can do that too.

This is Drda, my manager. Mika Antič, poet.

I was reading. - What were you reading?

Song. - Which one?

"Swimming in the sea".

What are you laughing at? This is the best song.

You know, Drnda... - Drda.

When will our Toma be known? We need money for the café.

It will be hard, he sings sad songs.

I would like a little attention, please.

Dear guests, I hope, you are having a great time.

Radmil and I have something to tell you.

Radmilo made me fall asleep today.

But I haven't agreed yet.

I'll see how he gets on with the dishes tonight.

Who are you hiding from? Me or the cake?

Dessert and brandy do not go together.

How do you live?

The way I know how.

I sing, I drink. I write poems.

At least you can write songs.

I eat what they give me.

Crumbs from the table, eh?

Are you happy?

Happy people don't write poems.

If you want to write songs, you have to get dirty.

Sink well into the mud.

I avoid this mud.

I'm not coming to the wedding, Silvana.

Why not?

Because I wanted your wedding I had a different idea.

When you leave Vienna, give six six boxes of Kent in Shaban's suitcase.

If they get it, fuck it. He's a gypsy anyway. He's just making a fool of himself.

What are you doing? - Here's your song.

What song, fool? - For Illidja. Listen.

Autumn is sad in my place,

when the yellow leaves take it all away.

Because there is no one, including you,

to bring back our love and our dreams.

Go away, go away, my dearly beloved.

My dearly beloved.

What a nose! Does he have a weapons licence?

Your colleague has a weapons certificate, but from a different background.

He sings from the soul, jebenti. - It is good.

Is the little one yours? - Yes, see you in Madeira.

First prize for best song of the Ilidža Festival will go to

Tomo Zdravkovic!

Belgrade

Drda.

Get up.

Give me money. - What money?

Money.

What money? - Since last night.

Can you be quiet? - Go to your mother's cunt.

I gave you a fee, when we went to the casino.

You gave me the money outside the casino and left me alone?

I'm not your mother. - Lend it to me.

Elect. That's all I have.

Did you give me that? - The party is over.

Let's go. Out. Get out. Get up.

Get up. Who is it?

What is it, Mum? Oops.

Shall we order something else? I'm not hungry.

I ate on the bus.

I want to watch you.

I'm fine.

How are you?

How is it in Pečenjevci? - How it should be!

As always.

And the father? He was looking at me on TV? He watches everything.

He is pretending. - How is he?

He's out of his mind. He doesn't work any more around the house. I have to do everything myself.

Is News helping you?

The news does more harm than good.

He was taken to the correctional facility in Kruševac.

He was caught stealing.

I raised you well.

I can count the end It's the end of the shift. - Call Doleta.

It isn't. - Call Radet. Are you new?

I. - I will sign.

What about? - The bill. I pay at the end of the month.

I can't. - I won't escape you.

Call someone who is here. - There's nobody here, I have to count.

Let go, Mum. - Excuse me.

Eat well? You know what we like my wife and I like? "Violin, don't play."

Tozovac sings this, not me.

He is good too. Throw away your cigarettes.

How long have they not seen each other? - Very long.

I'll show it to you now.

Wait. I'd like to recognise it myself.

What did I say about cigarettes?

Last time I saw you on TV. When the festival was on.

Good song.

I like the one about the gypsies better.

Where did we get this music? From the house in Pečenjevci.

Out of the house.

You know,

when it starts to rain

and the rain pattering on the gutters?

And you beat the house with castanets.

You hit and hit and wake up your dad.

Who woke up your dad? - You.

You wake him up by stamping your feet.

Are you fucking with me? You still got them?

You're out in ten days.

I will not return to the Pečenjevci.

You will come to me.

The Croatian battlefield was not at peace today either.

The worst fighting is in western Slavonia.

Information on the massacre is confirmed 120 inhabitants from the village

around Podravska Slatina.

Informal talks in The Hague of the six Presidents of the...

What is it, Sister? What is troubling you? - How much do you have left?

20 concerts will be enough, I think. - Radiation therapy, I mean.

You know that. Where do I have chemotherapy?

Second floor left.

See you tomorrow? - Sorry, here, yes.

Excuse me, Madam.

Zdravković.

What are you doing here?

I came to see you. Or rather, to hug you.

Why?

I have heard of Ljiljana.

Then you should hug her, not me.

She doesn't have much time left.

Not so. Pay for your holiday and take your wife on a trip.

What kind of holiday? - Take her somewhere, cheer her up.

Zdravkovic...

My wife is so sick,

that she won't be able to go to hospital any time soon.

Let alone on a trip! - And then to the concert.

Zdravković.

You are like an animal satisfying its instincts.

It's as if evolution had no influence on you.

You started tickling me.

I'm kidding, finish. I just came to help.

Will you help me? How?

To become an alcoholic like you? To wander the streets

and I don't come home for days? To drink? And that?

No.

You don't need to drink.

I know that Liliana would like to have every to prolong her life, but...

Life is not measured in years,

but after that, how much life you put into each day.

What do you put in your day? Cafes, cubes, whores, alcohol?

If only we could have a library! I have a gypsy soul.

Soul. The soul is a lie, invented by the weak,

so you can sleep better at night, drunk and shit-faced.

Those who cannot accept the truth.

The same applies to you.

Fuck him.

But I thought we were already meeting.

We have nothing more to talk about.

I didn't come to chat. I came to hug you.

We're done. Go on.

And take away the roses.

I did not bring them.

I am glad we met.

Something tells me it's no coincidence.

I'd better have waited a little longer, than if we hadn't met.

I am sorry we met late.

But everything in my life was late.

Listen up, people. We're going to Valjevo just before the concert.

See that I don't chasing you around the pubs.

We will sleep in Bajina Bašta. We also have a concert there.

Two concerts the day after tomorrow in Užice, at 5 and 9.

So you pay double, right?

Dragan Daković Drda, Manager, I am delighted.

Beautiful is coming.

Give an interview. - No. I'm sick of statements.

Finally, I had a sip. - Toza?

Comrade Tozovac, do you like to sing about women?

The bets were placed by a guy and a girl,

to sleep, but not to touch.

Here you have eroticism. - Thank you.

Comrade Silvana. There has been talk lately,

that you are in a secret relationship with the director Dragoslav Lazic

and that's why you got a role in the series?

What kind of question is that? - Our readers are interested in.

You can be ashamed. - What's the problem?

I am doing my job. - Is that how you do it?

My heart is the violin.

Why you touch it, if you can't play?

It doesn't spoil the softest sounds,

instead of songs, you will hear screams.

One more, please. - I have sung my repertoire.

If you want more, pay. - 50 marks.

How much? - Will 70 be OK?

Let your mother eat for that money. - Please.

Go to your mother's cunt. - Lucy? Beautiful?

Please go out and speak. - What?

Whatever, vice. You're great.

Toza, please sing another song.

I've sung before. I am not a jujbox. - You have always been a lion.

There is no speech. - Tomo! Please, darling.

Sing another song. - Where is Silvana?

In the cloakroom. Reporter I'll sort it out.

Someone has to go on stage. - Wait! - Right, sorry.

Zoki, get involved.

The only one I have, I sang.

Give it again, they'll be afraid of it I'll edit it.

What is it, Silvana?

I'm not going to sing, Tomo. - Why not?

I can't go on like this. - Don't fuck yourself.

You said no kissing, just a song. Don't take the song.

Get ready, I'll be waiting for you on stage.

Fuck, I'm fucked. - When you're a cheapskate.

Everyone points the finger at me.

Colleagues, journalists.

It's like being the biggest whore.

My career is going nowhere.

I haven't had a good song for a long time.

Remember when we used to dream about Italy, where we would sing?

I should have chosen this life.

You still can.

Can you really do it?

We don't have many more chances, Silvana.

What will life be like for us?

That one was better. Come again.

That, brother!

Which song is it?

Where are you going?

That will be my life, if I don't have her, Mother.

I don't want any other love.

I dream about it almost every night.

She is here, in my heart.

My heart aches tonight,

tonight my soul aches.

It's hard when you love.

When you're alone.

What a poem, Tomo!

Fuck it, that's my song.

I was thinking of you when I wrote it.

Did you write this song for me?

I have dedicated it to you.

My song? - Yes.

Will you give it to me?

I will not change anything, I will sing like this:

What life will be like for me without you, dear.

Cheers, Tomo.

What a poem you wrote for me! You don't know what a hit it will be.

Where are you going, Tomo?

What do you care? You've got a song.

Wait.

I didn't think so. - Neither did I.

But apparently so.

Sing it sincerely, from your soul.

It will be a big hit.

Belgrade

Hit something already.

Look at him, dohtar.

Where are you, handsome? What are you doing here?

You've been away for three days. What are you doing?

I lose, I gain. Give me a chair so we can play.

Take him away. - Where should he take me? We'll play.

Give him his money back to go. - What money?

I am not an Indian, to pay me back. Play.

Even when I lose, I win. - I'll ban you from the casino.

You will forbid me! He forbade me everything.

This one goes to the casino. If I could, I'd be forbidden to live.

Kasarno Pleso near Zagreb the last JNA soldiers leave the building.

Eat this soup.

What a soup! I can't. - A spoonful, two.

They have been fattening me up with soup since dawn. You have to take liquids, aspirin.

Have you started treating around the house? - Mum, bring me some more yoghurt.

What yoghurt! Go to school, you'll be late.

I will not write any more apologies to you.

You need to take in plenty of fluids.

Liquid is not a problem.

What kind of therapy will you prescribe for Yugoslavia?

Listen, Zdravković.

I went too far last time. Sorry.

You were right about everything.

Anyway. Who am I to talk sense into you!

Not even to judge. - Doctor, you're "chumminess", you bastard.

Get a grip. Are you exaggerating? That's right.

You need to relax. - It's too late.

Are you telling me it's too late?

You know what Mika Antič said? You have to live life,

as if it were a large banknote, that you have to spend immediately,

but you mustn't make change. Because you get nothing for change.

From your banknote I made change a long time ago.

I destroyed everything. - What have you destroyed? Don't fuck around.

When she should have had children,

I thought it was not the right time.

Now I realise that there is no time.

And it never will.

This concert...

For a selected audience.

I would like us to do that.

In the last month I have seen more cafes in the last month than in my entire life.

That's because...

Chamunjam.

What does this mean? - It is Tom's expression. Turcism.

But it is precise.

We arrived.

They don't work.

Will it work?

What is it? Why is it empty?

It is not empty. We are here.

Elect.

Good evening.

I don't know what's wrong with this café. People act like it doesn't exist.

It doesn't matter if the café is full, it's who's sitting at your table.

Dohtar, you're like a little box, all by jus.

Well, Ljiljana.

This song is dedicated to you.

You will live a little longer with her than us.

Don't mow dewy grass.

Don't break off young branches.

Leave the flowering fields.

Leave the flowering poi,

May they bloom for Lijiana.

There was a lot of love,

which, like the fire of youth, is fierce.

All that is left of life,

I would give it to Liljana.

Nice. You gave her such a beautiful song. - Don't fuck it up, please.

And for free. - Let's eat something.

I'll tell you right now, if it's tasty. Let's see.

Where did you learn to cook like this? - In Kruševec.

If you're interested, I can look it up for you a job as a chef in a café.

People wanted Krusše specialities.

Find him a café where he can sing.

What do you eat?

What do I sing? - What do you mean? You eat everything.

Folk songs, pop songs, he sings it all. Find him a café,

and for me, a gig to go away.

Miss Adriana. They wanted Cuneta.

Cune knows about pussies like Marica to crooked cocks.

How do I send him! - I won't have to sing?

No, you just sit there and pick pussies.

That would work.

I hope you spared the applause for the next contestant.

This is Comrade Marija from Nikšić.

She is 18 years old and would wants to become a vet.

Don't you write it down? - What should I write down?

I will know which one is the winner. And you will take her to her room.

And a round of applause for the next contestant.

Comrade Nada from Cetinje.

Nada has only two wishes in life.

To be happy and successful.

Comrade Nada from Cetinje with number eight.

See you later.

Excuse me. You are Comrade Zdravković.

They said I won because of your perseverance.

Congratulations. But you didn't win because of my persistence,

but for its beauty.

I hear you sing.

I'm a singer, yes...

I don't listen to a lot of folk music.

You listen to it more, don't you? - Yes.

It is new.

Zdravko Čolić. They say it will be a success.

Happy and successful. Today they said that these are your desires.

Sta. I won't lie.

Sta. I'm not going to lie

That's what everyone here wants, only I can honestly say.

I kind of know what success looks like.

Not on this second one.

Gobeline records. Everything needs to be repainted.

Tomo, with green?

Green. This furniture needs to be thrown out.

Tomo, come, to see you about the kitchen.

Brother? Where will I sleep? - I found you an apartment.

Where? - Nearby, in Borča. Don't worry. I'm on my way.

I would put everything in green here. - Right, love.

I saw in a magazine. Alain Delon and his Natalie

have a glass table.

I imagined, making love on it.

As always, passionate.

Nada, I keep saying, that you have a very nice dress.

Isn't it?

Tomo brought it from Germany. - If they had known each other longer...

How friendly home cooking is. - You talk as if I don't want to cook for you.

When I ask him if there will be anything, he takes me to the café.

Bad habits.

You know how to cook, don't you?

I know. It's not rocket science.

They have a nice view.

Worth the money. Well done. Terna.

No terrain, but work.

It's true.

Radmilo certainly has a good salary.

Some of my wages are also.

I.

A song given to you by Tomo, is a real hit.

Tomo is a very good man.

I want him to be happy. - Why shouldn't I be?

Nada, I love Tom like a brother.

I love it too.

If you love him, why are you doing this to him?

What am I doing to him, sorry?

You know I know. Just like half the city.

They are not happy. And they are trying to drag others into their unhappiness.

Come on, Nada. Everyone has their own problems.

I shouldn't have been hanging out with them. - Why not?

He does not see you as his equal. - Don't fuck up.

Not you and not me. It's like I'm lower class.

Wait, wait. Are you jealous?

You find that funny. - It's not funny. What do you want from me?

That I would be enough for you.

MUNICH

Good evening.

Where are they from? - From Yugoslavia.

Two rooms. - Of course, no problem.

Telephone, please.

Please produce the key. - Thank you.

News, are you asleep?

Where is Nada?

Nada? Is she here? - She's here somewhere.

Hi, News. Are you going to drink something?

Call your husband. - Rajko, bring Novica a drink.

Concerns. - I will.

Do as you wish.

Just please don't do anything stupid.

Do you want me to stay?

Hey, little fella, you want something to eat?

Vignette.

I have touched the bottom of life.

What are we going to do now?

Sing! You motherfucker! Sing!

And hell and the abyss.

You took my soul, you fucking female creature.

You are the reason I have no peace. Neither in my dreams nor in my misery.

How can my torment,

how can my sadness,

how can my heart forget for a moment.

Call Drdo. He's found a café where you'll sing.

I don't know if I can sing.

No shit, News. Reply to the apartment and come here.

Excuse me. - Where are you going?

In your mother's pussy.

Chicago

This is my empire.

I have a similar one.

Americans work for the poor who is poor?

I'll take this off for you. - First, take your clothes off.

Will it work? Now let's split it.

You will get the stars and the sun. All for you. I'll get you.

Is that so? -Yes.

Come here.

Good night.

Where are you going?

Just give me ten thousand, Jusa.

Greva, Toma. - Hi, Goca.

Come on... Jusa?

Tell him to give me ten thousand.

Let's go home, enough is enough.

Excuse me.

It's not like that anymore, Toma. Stop, I'm talking to you.

Go to your mother's pussy. Everybody away from me.

Stop, you can't do it alone. - You know what I can do!

Open! - Away from me!

Open up, you can't do it alone.

Sister!

Doctor, what are you doing here? - How is Zdravkovic?

We are preparing him for surgery. In half an hour. Dr. Kovacevic.

I will operate on him.

Dohtar.

I'm relieved.

Chicago

Tomo, I am. Silvana.

Can you hear me? - Silvana? You?

Are you OK? How are you?

I don't know yet. - So you're as usual.

I. Listen, I'm in a hurry.

Drda has a business with our gastarbajters in Chicago.

He has agreed to the tour. I'm coming to America.

Really? When?

I don't know. Soon.

I'm on my way.

I look forward to it. - Me too, very much.

We will sing together in America.

Like the old days when we used to dream of Italy.

Bova, Silvana.

I'm in a hurry, I have to go.

Kiss. Take care of yourself.

Wait, I have to tell you, that I dreamt about you...

You drive, my head hurts.

Just a little more and you'll love the café.

My friend left. I stayed to at least say hello.

Nice of you.

Shall we have a drink?

I love listening to you. - Yeah?

But I like listening to you.

Tomo? You have a call.

Tonight, everyone wants me.

Don't run away like last time. - I will be here.

Yeah, Tom here.

It's midnight,

you're on your own again.

It's midnight,

I don't know anyone.

My heart

tonight he mourns.

Because he can't hear your words.

You don't run away in life.

Silvana died.

It will pass, Tomo.

It will pass, believe me.

Everything in life is fleeting, my friend.

Love, sadness and all the happy days.

Now that it's gone, let the roses weep.

Like withered leaves on an autumn branch.

Tonight, play only for her.

I will sing, I will mourn and I will pay.

Tonight, play like it's here.

Although I only bring it back in my mind.

Right?

How much longer?

Her. - I won't.

You have to. - I won't eat.

What will you do?

Died? - Yes, I want to die.

Then say it nicely, so I know.

I am 25 years old and I do not want to die.

I want to live. But with a man, who wants to live. - Good.

What's wrong?

What do you mean?

You've had bloody knickers for months.

You are not healthy. You need to see a doctor.

What should I stop?

You think it will just go away, if you're drunk every day?

Let me fight my problems as best I can.

These are my problems too.

I'm pregnant.

This time I want to give birth.

But I don't want to give birth to a man, who lies drunk every day.

I understand everything. That it's hard for you and...

That you have experienced many things.

But...

I've read your poems.

You don't know which is better.

Who cares about my songs!

Let's go back to Yugoslavia.

I want to be with you.

I would like us to have a child.

Bova, Goca.

Then we will talk. - Good day.

Good afternoon, please? - Is Dragan Dakovic here?

The Director is currently in a meeting. Who is looking for him?

Tell him Tom is looking for him.

Comrade Director, there is a Toma looking for you.

Last name? - Just Tom.

Tomo, is that possible?

To make you forget me.

What is the Minnesota pussycat like?

In llinois, a farmer. - Me a farmer?

You have seen the world, but you have not met fashion.

And you're hanging out with the sirens. - No, I don't drink.

I drink Gocine teas. - Good. I respect that.

How's your health?

Good.

I recorded a few songs.

Give them to the Council to listen to.

You're giving me a tape?

You know, Lepi, that all doors are open to you.

Good.

I want a concert.

Solo. Home of the trade unions.

No nationalist has filled the Trade Union Home. Are you crazy?

Brother.

Who brought these roses?

I know. I suppose that's true.

We never met,

if we are both looking for each other.

For her happiness and mine.

Nice? Let's go.

Come here. You are fine.

It is not normal. Do you know how many there are? They sit on top of each other.

Are you fucking with me? - Not everyone can get in.

We could sell out ten concerts. - Are you fucking kidding me? - Even 20.

Next time. - Remember what you said.

Choose whisky, you've switched to it.

If not, we have brandy and a wine cellar. - I only drink teas.

You haven't stopped gambling either, have you? - Don't exaggerate, Toza.

I thought you were going to go among the priests. - Leave him alone.

Uncle Cune. - You are on the right track. Alcohol is a great evil.

What is it, you mother cunt? - What is it, Beautiful?

Sit your dollars down, and you come to take our bread?

Where are you, Tomo? Welcome, you look well.

Have we stopped kissing ass? The audience is waiting.

Debeli, arrange with Sava Centre.

Come on, Tomo, this one will drive the audience away.

Brother, I sat them down.

Dear audience, Toma Zdravkovič!

Belgrade

Sorry, Goca.

Do you know who brings these roses?

Who?

Ruszka.

My first love.

Now it was here.

Now?

Sadness heals.

Where do you go? I was worried to death.

Your father went looking for you.

When he comes back, he will kill you. What is it? Come here.

Wait for him in the room.

Tomo, sine.

Mum is here.

My father also came.

In Split, the inhabitants clashed with JNA soldiers.

Good afternoon. - Good day, Doctor.

We've been there.

It's better. Better.

He cancelled the tour.

He no longer wants to sing.

Maybe that's better.

They cancelled the concert in Maribor, Zagreb, Osijek.

After what happens, it doesn't make sense either.

Wait for me here.

You took everything out of me, that was sick?

The one in America who wanted this I wanted to throw it. I will not.

Well, it won't be the same.

He will go on dialysis for a while you will rest and recover.

When did you plan the tour?

Nothing will come of it.

I no longer feel the song inside me.

I guess you took it out this mistake as well.

I doubt that you are you had a song in your kidneys.

You have a song in your soul, I haven't touched your soul. - No.

I can't sing anymore.

And look at the shit that's going on.

Tell me...

Never cancelled a gig? - Dohtar.

What I have done, I have done. That's it.

You will not give it up even now. You will sing.

I used to be scared at concerts, I'd shit myself.

Now at least for this you don't have to worry about it.

Good evening, Novi Sad.

This Sunday is cursed.

She is cursed and in tears.

Where can I go, where can I find peace?

Why did she leave if it wasn't my fault?

Sunday is the day you left. Sunday is the saddest day.

SKOPJE

Mary, Mary.

My life is full of tears.

BITOLA

NIŠ

Is it hard to sing in your hometown?

I don't know, I'll tell you tonight.

I was listening to you last night. You sing randomly.

No order.

Just as it seems to me.

Primi.

What is it?

Plan. Every concert should have three acts.

In the first, you introduce the topic.

In the second, you work it out.

To redeem himself in the third as in the most beautiful symphonies.

That's not a bad thing.

LESKOVAC

It will lull me to sleep.

Drink. It will make you feel better.

It will arrive tonight.

Who?

Ruszka.

Doctor? The musicians are calling you. - I'm coming.

We will start with "She cried".

Rama?

I am, yes. - Rama?

Sitting.

Where are you wandering?

Here, where you left me.

Where are you? Mommy...

A farmer from Pečenjevci. Fame went to his head.

You had something go through your head. - Sit down. Sit down.

How are you, Rama?

I won't ask, what I have missed.

What did you miss?

I can tell you everything in ten minutes.

I would like to ask you something...

I'm afraid you'll miss it for the next concert.

I.

That shit did its job.

I.

I could do with it tonight.

Did you think Rama had forgotten?

We have to go.

I'll be back in a minute.

I am going to go and applaud.

Maybe then we'll...

If you come again, we'll have a chat.

Bova.

Go.

Thank you.

This song

I wanted to sing with two Sarajevans.

With two great artists.

My friend, Davorin Popovič and Kemal Monteno.

For all those who are no more. And for what will no longer be.

When the dream gives me rest and the soul is at peace...

A voice creeps from the heart, why you are not here, why you are not here.

She started

each path is

as in those wonderful days.

Roses are still raining

clear water from a well.

From the well.

And in times of exuberant happiness,

when sadness prepares to sigh.

My love promotes song. Why are you not here, why are you not here?

I said she would come.

Who?

Ruszka.

I.

We have done it.

Thank you, Dohtar.

Thank you.

Dohtar?

I miss the fact that you are trying.

Toma Zdravković dies 30 September 1991,

14 days after the last concert in Titograd.