Original subtitles

Suddenly the tiger appears

I'll tell the tiger to spare you and eat me

People jest at seeing my son with a servant.

Bobi is no servant, sir, but queen of my dreams!

He is just like you!

India. Get it?

India Mother!

You Gypsy shit! You want to screw up my deal?

...I long for faith...

You are so handsome!

What's that you're driving brother?

Taip, who is the black gypsy with you?

Gimme a kiss, you dark devil!

Taip, how about a spin?

Back off, all of you!

Remzia, look!

Look at what? - Look who I brought.

I am looking. This man is a real Indian.

He is just like us. - Fool, he is UNPROFOR!

His name is Riju. Riju Nair.

You'd better bring food for the children.

Howdy.

Shakir, tell him.

Go... go.

Let's go Sherif, we're off to the gig.

Where are you off to? - With them.To do a gig.

I didn't buy it for you to run around with them.

Sherif is not here! Scram!

Why shouldn't he go? At least it brings food.

That's more than you did on this New Year's Eve.

Hit the bitch! That's it.

Shove these sausages up your bum ass!

Where's the meat, the cake?

I didn't sell anything.

Because you were at the movies, you Indian fuck!

Don't! Not the Indian poster!

Who did you bring home with you?

Hit the whore in the head, my boxer! Crying, huh?

I hope he fucks your ears off! Alcoholic monster!

My hero! Show the bitch, champ!

Fazli, my son!

I hope humanitar fucks you blind!

Soup...

Fazli, my son, where are you?

OK. She is just a little sick in the stomach.

Shakir, come here.

Scram!

Muharem! -Neighbor! Come have a drink.

It's not why we came.

UNPROFOR doctor.

If it's about money, I don't have any to lend.

Let us have the horse on Christmas.

I'll return it in the evening.

My horse and my wife, I don't lend to anyone.

Look, we got a TV! Samsung 94, color!

I see. No remote control. - It's not what you think.

The old man died.We got money from the city.

Funeral money? - That's right.

We buy scrap iron! Scrap batteries, copper, brass.

Scrap pots, umbrellas, knives...

Go further up or in the back. You stink!

We buy scrap iron, pots, batteries, umbrellas...

Bajram!

It's not just a false front, is it?

You're sure? - Yep.

God help us.

What are you doing?

It's our cooker. We took it first.

Suck me!

Kennedy, go see what they want, son.

Dad said we took it first and that's that.

In this business we were always fair and square.

Leave it, you gypsy trash!

Run after them! Go!

I'm down. I'm dying.

I'll cum in your face, you nomad scum!

What did he say?

Says UNPROFOR can't help.

What do you mean?

Who do they protect, anyway?

Honest people like us or crooks. They're all alike.

Shut up, woman! - Me?

You're worse than a child.

Crying like a baby over a lost toy.

Some fucking wedding gift! A tricycle! Big deal!

If it's no big deal, go buy a new one.

What a mindless prick!

If I were there, we'd have the tricycle and dinner.

Grandma, what's wrong?

Dad, Ramize...

Grandma!

What is it? Mother, open your eyes!

She's dead!

Mother!

Don't leave us.

Bajra! Get up, mother!

Wake up, mother Bajra!

Dad, will her soul go to India?

Yes, son.

Lucky her.

Yes, lucky her.

I'm very sorry. God rest her soul.

Help yourselves. It's for her soul.

We have a doctor from UNPROFOR. One of us.

Take the details from the head of the family.

That's you? My condolences.

I'll speak to this man.

Stay in good health. - And you.

Will you have a drink? - We can do it here.

Where was the deceased born?

How should I know?

What do you mean? - She never told me.

Do you know?

See, he doesn't know either.

You have to go to the city council again. Sorry.

Sign here.

Can I make a cross? - Yes.

Count. Is it all there?

Bajram, are you listening?

It's all here.

I'll be damned.

May God protect this family.-Amen.

Life has good moments. - It is full of them.

Where are you going? - Austria, Turkey, Italy.

You're so stupid, I'll smack your face.

God, you get on my nerves!

My dear sister Ramize, America is America.

It's got the Eiffel Tower, right? -America?

Isn't that so, Fatso?

Dad, I'm drunk.-It's OK. Red wine turns to blood.

Cheers!

May God provide that we all eat like this in India.

It's mine!

You'd rather go to Italy to eat frogs.

I'm hungry.

Taip, give me some food.

Give me food!

Grandma!

Taip, my son, let me have a bite.

What are you looking at, monkey face? I'm hungry!

Give me something to eat!

Give me food!

No one must know of this.

I'll kill anyone who tells.

The bitch won't die.

I won't return the money even if the President comes.

No, son.

Horses are Allah's creatures.

Allah might not like it.

Hold it. I do business here. -How much?

50,000. - A lot.

Only if you count them as whips on your back.

This horse is pure gold. - It's still a lot.

45,000, my last offer.

I have 20,000.Tell him to lend me 25,000.

Dad... -Ask him, dumb ass! Don't fuck it up!

He says he won't give.

Tell him I'll pay back. - These are serious guys.

I pay the down payment, and give you 20,000 later.

24,000. - 21,000.

23,000. -22,000 and we have a deal.

It's a lot. -Shut up! This is a deal of a life time.

Done! You get the horse when you pay up.

Congratulations!

You stole from me.That cannot go unpunished.

Get your knives!

Won't go unpunished, huh?

The smallest move, I cut his throat like a chicken.

It's not fair. The kid has nothing to do with it.

Bajram, move the tricycle!

I can't.They've locked it.

The key! I'm crazy enough to kill him.

The tricycle is ours. It's not fair to take it.

Kennedy...

Tell the fag to hurry up. I won't say it again!

Kennedy, get the key, quickly!

Grandpa...

Tell him to leave the chain too.

The chain has nothing... - The chain stays!

Put it down nicely.

You're insane.

Give it to me politely.

There you go, Kodzak.

Fuck 'em! Play the American Anthem, Kennedy!

Anyone move before I count to 50, the kid gets it.

My grandpa will fuck your mother till she turns blue!

What is it?

I can't now. I'm sleeping.

It's not that.

What is it then? -Nothing, go back to sleep.

Broken glass, bleeding hands,

Teary eyes, I want you back...

Crazy yes, but doable. I saw the documents we need.

We'll need UNPROFOR's stamp, of course.

Who'll check UNPROFOR? They're kings in Macedonia.

You don't expect me to know how to say that?

UNPROFOR seal.

We buy the horse and race in Italy, Austria...

India. Like the gods. God is watching.

Scram! Get lost!

Take her upstairs and lock her up

I can't live without Raja, let me die...

I want to die.

Here comes the tiger!

Suddenly the tiger appears.

Why do you lie to the kids?

What? Look how happy they are.They like the film.

I think the movie sucked shit. -What?

Gypsy business! -Fine! If that's how you feel,

you will be the next to die.

What's that, gorilla face?

Nice, nice, like Bajra.

What's wrong with her being dead?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Why are you hitting Mom?

Fucking family!

Wake up! -What is it? Not now, I'm sleeping.

I don't want that. - What then?

I am going to buy you a bed.

Second hand. - Yes, but as good as new.

I have to have that horse. I knew it at first sight.

I can't sleep. I keep dreaming about him.

We'll make millions. First Italy,

then Austria, then India.

Riju and I have it all figured out.

That black Gypsy? -No. He's preventive diplomacy.

You will choose the bed, I swear it on your name.

No chance in hell! You'll screw me.

My life is all I have. - You get to choose!

Say yellow, it's yellow. Say green, it's green.

All right.

I'll think about it.

Nice, isn't he? - Fine horse.

Move those carcasses, or I'll kill you all, I swear!

Hurry up, you good-for-nothing scum!

A fine animal. - Yes, son.

My late father's soul is there. A great wanderer!

How's that possible? - I saw it in a film.

When you die, your soul moves to another.

And then to another, till it finally disappears.

Asan, you like horses, don't you? -Yes, very much.

Speak Indian. It's easier to understand.

Speak Indian.

Indian, Romale, it's the same.

Your country is beautiful.

I'm bewitched and drunk with love.

See! He said Riju and Taip are brothers. -Really!

Cheers!

God rest their souls!

You keep well. You will marry again.

I had the best wife in the world.

God bless her soul.

Don't cry. You'll find another.

We'll call him Krishna. Krishna.

Animal! Get up, you brute!

Quiet! They'll hear you're alive. -Where is my bed?

For a dead body you can't get half of Macedonia.

Liar!

You hid the money. You'll drink it all.

What are you saying? Then everybody would be dead.

What would be the interest in living?

I knew you'd screw me.

I haven't...

There's time for the bed, it's just beginning.

Drunk!

You'll have the bed. I know you want yellow.

If you don't buy me the bed, I'll report you.

With God as my witness, I will.

I'll buy it! Now sleep.

And speak quietly. Nothing is like before.

...Love brings us together, while the wind blows...

Stop! Horses listen only to one master.

...The wind blows...

Taip, tell this whore to set me free, son.

...And it blows...

Taip, tell the whore to let me loose!

Taip... Son...

Fuck the dead. My father will fuck you, witch!

How could I forget the gag?

Help, son!

Why didn't you remind me to put the gag on her?

You're all scum. You animal!

Why should I look after your dead?

Fuck it, I'll gag you, too.

You mess up every business I start.

Dad, Omer's lot. I bet they're here to steal.

Get lost. I'll break your arms and legs.

Suck my dick! Grandpa will kill you for the bike!

We'll do time if we have to, losers!

We'll kill you like mice.

They didn't take anything. - You watch the bike!

You are no good with horses anyway.

May I help you?

Dad, what did that man want?

He was looking at Krishna. Never seen such a horse.

Mom says we are hungry because of him.

Are you hungry? Here.

Chocolate. Don't give it to anyone.

Now show me. - The Big Dipper...

the Little Dipper... the Milky Way...

And further over is India. -India?

India, the land of our forefathers.

Look, Grandpa! Taip's son.

Kennedy!

Robert!

We'll rip your eyes out.

He is out his freaking mind.

How are you, Dad? What happened to you?

What do you mean you didn't see him?

It was dark. They attacked me from the back.

How many? -I didn't count. The old one was there, too.

Bajram knows him. - Yeah, I do.

I know him too. I'll suck his mother's milk out of him.

Don't go messing about with their kind. -Shut up!

Dad is barely alive as it is. - Quiet!This is man's talk.

Asan, how are Mom and Grandma?

Mom told me to tell you to go fuck yourself.

Who told him? - I did.

Hello!

Easy, that's for Dad. - It's OK.

With God's help, something may come of it.

Dad...

One never knows.

MUR.

MUR, now. Stamp.

That's final.

What? - Name.

Shakir, yes.

Shakir good, the best...

MUR?

You have to put the stamp.

In Macedonia, nothing can be done without the stamp.

What school did you go to? Can't put a seal right.

Are you sure it's here? - They said here.

They are not here.

Here they come.

Now what? Where are you going?

Home, where else? Come for a brandy!

And the funeral? -We buried him, God rest his soul.

Shit, didn't you say at three? -No, I said two.

You said three. I swear it on my eyes.

Do you want us to do it over again for you?

We bought flowers and everything.

God will repay you the money you spent.

Thank you for coming.

Untie me, son! I'm hungry.

Feed me. -May God strike you down!

Enough! Go outside!

It's your turn.

Give me food.

May you rot in the bed.

Whore, drop dead!

Son, shut that barking bitch with the gag.

Bajra, look!

I'll let you try it when you die. Your death bed!

Whore! Drop dead!

Dad, there's Omer. - I can't hear you.

Grandpa, there's Taip.

Is this where you've been hiding, you coward?

You want another beating?

Music!

Tell them to stop! They'll kill him!

Please, you'll kill him.

His soul is coming out of his nose.

Music! "Broken glass."

Broken glass, bleeding hands,

teary eyes, please come back.

Who wiped his ass with the poster?

Who was it, you pack of uncultured dolts?

Put food in their mouths, they shit on your head.

Kodzak, you handsome devil!

They killed Fazli.The fourth one in the family.

Taip, they beat up Fazli.

Don't say a word! - My son!

Don't move an inch from the house!

It's Fazli.

My son.

He's breathing. He's not dead.

Son, do you recognize me? It's your father, Taip.

What have they done to you, Fazli?

Bajram, do something. Get the children out of here.

Fazli, stay with us, brother, please!

It's all his fault!That bastard and his politics.

I can't go to my baby.

Taip, you and your political shit!

He's alive. No knife wounds. Only bruises.

Bring water, quickly!

I know who did it. I know!

My blood.

Breathe...

What did he say? - Nothing.

You have always done things your way, son.

You have always done things your way, son.

But you love your family, right?

What do you want me to do?

You won't let us down now that fortune is at hand.

How long will this go on? There's no end to it.

Sure there is, son.

This is last. It's a shame to pass up the chance.

It's hundred percent sure!

You're crazy! - Yes, son, I'm crazy.

Yes, stamp.

Dad, what can I do once I am dead?

You can do anything you want. It's up to you.

OK, we'll discuss it. - What's to discuss?

Before you die, you must shit your neck full. -What?

If you can't, I'll do it for you. -Do what?

Look, it's silly, but the bed must be full of shit.

That way no one will be able to examine you.

I'll bring you some castor oil if you want.

You really don't know when to stop.

Don't start with that, sweetie.

Fazli!

What took you so long, fucks?

Don't hush me! I almost choked! Give me the coat.

Your are a disgrace!

I just want to see... - See what?

As long as we... -I'll gag you with my dick, I swear!

Go, I'll manage. -You're worse than a dog catcher.

Sign.

Can I sign with a cross? - You know you can.

You look suspicious. God will punish you for it.

Wait, I have to rest. - Just a little longer.

Who is inside? - Grandma.

Didn't you give her brandy, you worthless shit?

It's not his fault. She didn't want any. -What?

Shut up! Who are you to say?

Where are the dollars I hid under the shingles?

It wasn't me, I swear!

You go in the next group. This is for the dead.

Hurry up. They are sleepy.

Be good now.

Next time, you'll be first.

Move! We'll start the motor further down.

Fuck it, I'll die before I get there.

What are you doing?

What the fuck do you care?

Don't talk to me that way. I'll beat you shitless!

I asked you nicely what you were doing.

I do what I please! - OK, don't get angry.

You think this is nice?

I don't give a fuck I like it.

Now I can do whatever I please, anyway.

Yes, but...

What? Shakir's dead, capito?

This is Susana.

No kidding? - No kidding.

Susana? - Susana.

Riju said I can make it big in Italy.

I can make millions dancing in bars.

Riju said that? - Yes.

Riju-UNPROFOR? - Yes.Will you go now?

You're in a hurry? - Yes, I'm in a hurry.

To Italy? - No, to a dance school.

Bajram!

You are my oldest.

Tell me, is your brother deranged?

What brother?

Shakir. He wants to be a woman.

Did you hear what I said?

I asked you for advice. You're his older brother.

I'm not his father, you are. -Let's say you were.

I'd let him. Man, woman... It's all the same.

All the same? -He's yours one way or the other.

He sways left.

The expert! The horse is Bundesliga.

I can see. - You can see?

You might have seen your wife is a whore,

leaving you like a dog to collect corpses and sell worms.

What are you looking at?

I'm telling you, he sways left. He's no good.

What would you do if I were to chase you out?

It would be easier on me. One less mouth to feed.

Do as your dick pleases.

It's not good. He sways to the left.

We'll need more time. A couple of months.

Some luck! -Don't worry, the price is the same.

Feed him better. I'll write everything down.

Fuck it, it's expensive. - Go on.

Just my fucking luck! I found a Bulgarian expert.

Listen, we need a new political party.

We already have a party. - Fuck that.

Now is our chance for a sovereign state.

We need something like the IGRO. -What's that?

The Internal Gypsy Revolutionary Organization.

Of course. - Why not?

America and Germany will support us, for sure.

I don't know about Germany.

Gypsies were fucked big time by revolutions.

As you please. Will you come in for another drink?

I can't. It's late. I'm going home. -OK.

You think about this. You can be the leader.

Or me. Whatever. - I'll think about it.

Good night. - Good night.

Omer.

Take a good look.

It's the last thing you'll ever see.

Mother fucker!

Taip, they think it's you, or one of you lot.

They don't say it's you but maybe one of yours.

Fazli? -I told them that he...

Only he could have... if he had been alive.

Look at Bajram. He couldn't have.

Sure you won't come in? - You didn't invite me.

Really? I'm sorry. I don't know what's with me.

It's OK, another time. I'm in a hurry anyway.

Dad. -Say hello to uncle Muharem. -Hi!

How is it going boy? - Great!

We are hungry, Mom says go and buy something.

It's not nice to whisper in company.

Tell Mom no one will be hungry by the year 2000.

It's just a game we play. Off you go now!

I come to warn you. They want revenge.

They aren't sure, but they are threatening.

How on earth did you get messed up with them?

Asan!

Did you kill Omer? -No, I swear it on my children.

I believe you. - Tell them it wasn't me.

Enough with that! Play my song!

If you don't bring food, She'll come out.

Not with a head on her shoulders. Go now!

I come to you first.

Everything is here. Fair and square.

I was very sorry to hear about Omer.

Why did you bring these gorillas?

Just know we had nothing to do with it.

May God keep you well.

This is not over. Nothing is over.

If we hear it was one of you, you're all dead.

Says he'll fuck the shit off anyone touching Taip.

Robert!

You tell the mother fuckers to suck my dick!

I gave you back what's yours. Now we're even.

We'll have to see about that.

You go, old man. I can't anymore.

Just a little longer. - No more games, Taip.

If they see you, Fazli, we're all fucked.

It means blood to my neck. Who will feed the kids?

God will feed them, Taip.

Your fucking politics is driving away my children.

Enough! I'll throw you all in the river!

I'll be clean with the law anyway.

Go on. I'll catch up.

Stop playing my song immediately!

You won't earn your bread and water like that.

Do you know what striptease is?

Go tend to our horse. I had it up to here with you.

Play something else.

Stop hassling me.

Hand down, head up! Slowly, left one forward.

Smile at the audience. Even those in the last rows.

They paid a ticket, too. If you find such fools.

One, two, three...

Wiggle a little, that's it.

Stop!

Look at yourself! This isn't for a village, much less Italy.

Who are you to say?

I'm your parent, It's my duty.

You don't know shit. Everyone says I'm talented.

Who is everyone? Have you been showing yourself?

Next time wear a wig. Someone may recognize you.

Stop it, you're getting on my nerves.

You need money again?

Riju is going to India. We should all go with him.

Those that want to. -You need money for the trip?

Our business is no good with him gone anyway.

What do you think?

If you need me, I'll be the next to die.

But only if you give me a funeral.

A nice one, not like the others.

What? Do you know how much that costs?

As you wish.

I took you in when your wife kicked you out.

And you go sticking a knife in my back.

Bajram.

Bajram!

What are you doing? - I want to see.

Sit down, they'll see you, pissing drunk.

Scram, I'll kill you! - He started it first.

Children.

What have we done wrong for such bad luck?

You are out of your mind, ass hole!

I have to ask him. - Bajram?

Your wife is here. Do we let her in?

Stay down, fool!

I came immediately.

I heard what happened.

Let bygones be bygones. We are kin.

This is my new husband. - We've been acquainted.

The grieving father surely remembers.

You lived at a different place then. Interesting!

What's so interesting, Pero? The people moved.

No need for you to go in.

Just poor people grieving.

Everything here is in good order.

Please, I go where my wife goes.

Be still, you wretch.

I am a wretch to be pitied.

He laughed at me.

God save us.

He won't forgive me, not even from his deathbed.

You're imagining things. He has forgiven you.

Interesting!

God has punished me.

Vampire!

When God forgives, we too forgive. -Thank you.

Gypsy business.That gypsy of hers was no better.

It wasn't me. It's him!

Let's go.

Bajram and my cousin Rexhep both lived here.

They sacrificed themselves for Macedonia.

In 1985 they served in the army in Vukovar.

A Slovenian cussed their Macedonian-Gypsy mother.

Bajram warned him in a civilized manner.

This is the mother of heroes and singers,

and a thousand other veterans.

Why didn't you call a priest or an hoxha?

He was my son, but fuck it, he was a communist!

Bajram went to prison

gained three kilos but betrayed no one.

He joined the youth brigades On the Morava in 1976.

Taip, was it 1976 or 1978?

In 1980, when Tito died.

Was I married already?

Tito was a shrewd fucker, may his death be sweet.

He was a humanist. He loved his country.

Start crying! He's out of his mind!

Why did you have to die, brother? Why?

Poor girl. Her third brother in five months.

He loved tame animals of all kinds.

Unfortunately, he had no luck with his family.

This is like a disease. No life here anymore.

This man from UNPROFOR will take us to India.

You India, we India...

You are going to India with him. -Yes, we are.

If God gave him ten more years,

he would have been President,

like comrade Tito and Mister Kiro.

Long live Comrade Tito and Mister Kiro!

May he rest in peace.

Louder! It's almost over.

Bajram, why did you leave? Poor us, alone without you!

What about a wife?

You showed me everyone except your wife.

Not married. With God's help, he'll marry Ramiza.

He likes her, God damn fuck!

No wife.

India good! Europe is shit!

West and East - all in deep shit!

Crises, wars...The Balkans up to my dick in shit.

Bosnia kaput...Kosovo next. India is the answer.

You, me, Krishna, money, business. Camai?

Don't embarrass me here, or I'll kick your ass.

That ex-scum of yours is no sweat off my balls.

I want to go home.

Come son, have a drink with us.

He's my favorite. A musician.

In India He'll play the sitar!

Dad, where is Bajram?

Didn't you say you would take care of it with Asan?

You said you would. Told us not to touch anything.

After a while, when I saw you weren't coming...

Gypsies... They killed my love.

Dad, Mara's policeman is coming.

Who the fuck cares. I don't give a shit if he sees.

Hold on, brother Bajram! We'll get you out.

Bajram! Answer me!

Bajram, I'll sing and dance for you all my life.

Bajram!

Brother!

Some fucking luck!

Bajram is no longer with us.

We are many Gypsies that roam the roads.

Dad, where is little Fatima?

I'm serious. Did we forget her?

She's inside. I packed her.

We haven't even gotten the money for Bajram yet.

Do you want to go to India or not? -I do.

Then stop asking. I had enough trouble with Mom.

Shakir.

UNPROFOR-love?

Fuck that kind of love.

You screw us and we get screwed.

Dad, I did it. I can ride!

Quiet!

You'll wake everyone up.

I can't do it here. I did it better in the old house.

The Big Dipper. See where my finger is pointing?

Dad, don't get angry, but I liked the old house more.

I don't know anyone here. - I'm not angry.

It's better that you don't know anyone.

Tell me about India. - You like India? -Yes.

You already know everything. -No, I don't.

Dad, India is big, right? Not like here?

India is big as half the world, son.

When we get there, We'll all be alive again.

Go on! Why did you stop? - What?

Go on with what you were saying.

I'll buy you a new bed.

Better and more beautiful than the old one.

An airplane!

Taip!

Omer sends his regards!

This will avenge my father's blood!

It's enough! Let's go.

Call us when you get there.

Shakir! Are you alive?

Shakir! Are you alive?

What will I do now?

Where is my husband?

We found the bike. Not him. - Where did you find it?

With some Gypsy in town. - Got it at the train depot.

No one has seen him? - No.

Stop wailing! My son is alive! He'll be back!

God damn him! He went to India.

Bastard! I knew he'd run away without us.

We asked everywhere. No one has seen him.

Not even Muharem? - Not even him.

How will I feed my children now?

This place has one fault: it's not in India's lot

for Krishna to Dilly Dally in a happy Gypsy Valley.

I've travelled, been West, seen Germany at its best.

I earned a piece of bread for me and my own stead.

If money I could supply, a white horse I would buy.

I'd ride all day and night, never leave him out of sight.

We all have our own star that follows in due par.

It burns bright - Lucky Date, it wanes - Bad Fate.

If money I could supply, a white horse I would buy.

I'll ride day and night, never leave him out of sight.