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Archaeological site at GORNJA DOBRAVA 1969

Don't hit me, you dickhead!

Cut the booze, Cat!

Just a little, for refreshment

Drink water. I won't have you drunk on the job.

Did you hear me?

Oh fuck ...

Fuck it, where's it gone?

Professor!

Professor!

We've found it!

- There's something in there - Take this!

Easy.

Not with your hands!

It's a slab Use brushes!

Okay... Brushes!

Gold

A lot of gold.

I've searched for it all my life.

All my life.

- Under the slab is... - What?

Is it perhaps...

Move it!

Three, four, now!

Once again. Three, four...

Professor!

- I'll take him to the hospital. - No! I won't go to hospital.

- But you must. - No, take me home.

Now I can die in peace. I want to go home.

- Wait for me, I'll be back. - Okay.

Come on.

All my life I've toiled for nothing. Now I'll take my cut.

"Coincidentia Oppositorum..."

Don't do it, Cat, we'll get fucked.

Oh, get lost.

Do my children know?

Yes... Please let's go to the hospital.

No. Peter, do you know what we've found?

- I know, Professor. - Let the world know.

So those vandals of ours don't spoil everything.

That slab guards the secrets of civilizations.

I know, but you're more important.

It must be Doctor Jelena.

- I've heard. How is he? - Not well.

- Is he in hospital? - He won't hear of it.

Wise... I told my students, "If I fall down, finish me off."

"I don't want to suffer and die slowly in hospitals."

Here's a lever, you fools.

- Come down! - Where to?

"Where to?" You idiot!

Come on!

This town only had one good doctor.

The late Dr. Katic, father of that clumsy lady doctor.

What's left is the Dilettante Doctors' Club.

I've saved many lives with these leeches.

The late Dr. Katic used to say I deserved a doctor's pension.

Look... Medicine, that's surgery.

All else is destiny.

See, once again I've gotten here before her.

I'm coming.

- Where have you been? - Pardon?

It's our neighbor, Lepa.

- Not a doctor? - No such luck.

- Congratulations. - Where's the professor?

Half of the wedding guests were his students.

- He's ill. - But we must take photos!

Seriously ill.

What's wrong with him?

It's his heart.

- How would you know? - I know.

Did the leeches tell you? Come off it.

He's been digging all his life. He's just exhausted.

Calm down! The professor's ill.

Cut the noise.

Where's that doctor?

I'd just stopped mourning my Marko

and I remembered Milica, the professor's wife.

When the Communists seized his bakery

Marko died out of spite.

I told him to let it go. But he worried, he fretted...

One night he said, "Now I'll die."

- And he died. - Don't tempt fate.

Bread nowadays...

You buy it in the morning, by night you have a brick.

The worst thing is, my son's fianc�e

is the daughter of the man who ordered the bakery seized.

My God, if Marko knew about the wedding

he'd become a vampire.

God save us.

Fools!

Stop it Rajkovic, this isn't 1943!

He doesn't recognize me.

- Have you told his children? - I called Ivan in Belgrade

but Sonja's in Spain with her family.

- Doctor, is it that serious? - Yes.

This is my bag. That's yours.

Do you still treat people with these animals?

- You came to help? - To shave my friend.

Aren't you a bit early?

As you doctors are so prompt, I can't be late.

And do you know why I'm late, sir?

- No, I don't. - Then shut up.

I had ten calls today. Half were urgent.

And they weren't shaving.

- Why are you so angry? - You're rude and insolent!

I can't stand your malicious, ugly jokes!

- How's Dad? - Bad, he must go to hospital.

Once again.

The professor's dead.

He was waiting for his son to come.

- What's wrong with him? - He fainted.

- Who's this man? - Petar, the teacher.

Lately he's been helping Mihajlo.

My God, it's hard...

My God...

- Is he ill? - No, he isn't.

I'm sorry, Ivan.

He was like a brother to me. My sincere condolences.

Thank you.

This will help you feel better.

May his soul rest in peace.

To my father Mihajlo.

Ivan, my son, we should call your sister in Spain.

It's a pity such beautiful items aren't available to the public.

Citizens will be able to see them soon.

The professor left the house to the town as a museum.

What museum?

A legacy of the professor

and your late mother, who fell ill digging.

It's not the history of this town only

but of everyone's who's lived in the area for centuries.

Almost 2000 years. Romans, Huns, Slavs...

Wait a second...

Could you be more precise about the house being donated?

Don't worry, the professor already spoke to the mayor.

- What did he say? - They're grateful.

And they'll put a plaque on the front wall.

"The Legacy of Milica and Mihajlo Pavlovic."

Very nice.

- And you'll be the custodian? - Yes, later.

It is nice.

It's about time this town got a museum and some activity.

Do you know where I live in Belgrade?

With my family in a 2-bedroom flat!

- You knew that? - That you're married, no.

No? And you?

- You didn't know either? - No.

- Aunty, I told you? - Yes, about the little flat...

But we'll talk later. This isn't the proper time.

Why did you let Father do it?

Have I ever interfered in his business?

Not much you haven't!

Now...

All the rubbish from the house,

including the chests in the attic, the slabs in the cellar...

the skeletons, dead bodies... please take them out!

- But where do I take them? - That's not my business.

Where are you going, for God's sake?

I said take it out!

- But where? - You don't know where?

Here.

This goes to the Avars...

This, to the Huns...

and the Illyrians!

This to Old Slavs!

It belongs to them. Bury it in the graveyard.

This too...

You've turned this house into a mortuary!

What's this?

I'm scared to come here. This is my house!

- Was this broken just now? - No, it was found like that.

Who's been chopping the heads and arms off statues?

Ivan...

See you later.

With your permission, I'll shave my friend.

Go ahead.

Wait, my guts are falling out!

What am I going to do, Professor?

- Has the doctor left? - Yes.

She has my bag, she'll throw my leeches out.

Ivan... I can't believe it.

Sit down.

Please drop by the church and inform Father Mica.

Ivan won't do it, so I'm begging you to.

Tell them to ring the church bells for Mihajlo.

I'd thought of doing that.

I'd like to tell you something.

If Ivan forgets you, you can always count on me.

- What do you mean? - As a friend.

- My door is always... - Thank you.

Pleasure.

I don't know if you remember our conversation...

Perhaps it's not a good time...

If you decide to sell the house

my children would be interested.

Don't touch anything, please.

I'm going to see where I'll move these things.

We'll pay half today, in foreign currency.

And the rest, if you could wait, by St. Valentine's Day.

Oh, he's so beautiful...

Are you sure Sonja will sell her half?

If she won't, we won't be able to register...

- You know? - She'll sell.

Somebody's coming.

A young person?

No, it's some old man.

I always worry a young person will come.

Milica, it's your husband.

It's our professor, my dear neighbor.

Yes... that's the professor.

It's time somebody clever died.

Milica...

- Miso... - How beautiful you are.

My God, and look at me... a regular old man.

The greatest sin here is to wish for someone to come.

Miso...

I've sinned...

I've been waiting for you.

- Welcome, Professor. - Good to see you.

I don't know what to say. I'm so confused.

To tell the truth, I didn't believe in all this.

You know all the others? Marko, the baker...

No need to introduce us, we grew up together. Hi, Miso.

Hi, neighbor.

This is my father, the famous Stevan Savski Keser.

Don't be surprised I'm 20 years older.

Here it's possible.

He was killed at 26. I died in my forties.

Now I could be his dad.

I'm sorry to see you. You could have lived longer.

It was long enough, for the place where I lived.

Dr. Katic...

Head of the hospital where most of our souls were raised.

Your Jelena was with me to the end.

Your worthy replacement.

She's a doctor? You couldn't tell me better news.

And the famous accordionist, Lucky Rosemary.

- Any good weddings lately? - As usual...

Marko, your son's getting married at your place today.

Your Lepa came to invite me, but, as you see, I couldn't go.

- What are you doing here? - Vampires turned vampires.

What?

Get off, they're waiting for you.

- Are they going to pay us? - Otherwise we won't go.

Get out of here.

- Mum... - Zoki, do your trousers up.

How are Ivan and Sonja?

They're my main worry.

They're very well. They each have two children.

- Two... - All little angels.

I have four grandchildren.

Together, they turn the house upside down.

Ivan arrived today and Sonja's on vacation in Spain.

It will be hard for her when she finds out.

We got along well.

And Ivan?

An odd person.

- Any problems? - He's able to create them.

To tell the truth, he disappointed me.

- Why? - I'll tell you, there's time.

Your sister's well. You don't ask about Angelina?

Is she?

Milica...

Know where to go? First room to the right.

- There's a body in there. - I forgot to tell you.

Move these closets first.

Do you have any cigarettes?

- Neighbor... - Thank you, neighbor.

A match, Professor?

Unfortunately, I left it at the excavation site.

Thank you, pal.

You wouldn't have a 4.5 volt battery?

A battery?

They buried me with a radio without any batteries.

After death, you see the kind of people you lived with.

Good Lord! Miso, you're smoking.

I haven't felt tobacco for a long time.

And who has my son married, Professor?

You won't be pleased when you hear.

The daughter of Ilija Rajkovic.

Not his daughter?

He took my bakery.

Professor...

they didn't bury you with a drop of booze, perhaps?

No, I knew it.

Sober people die, drunks survive.

Booze killed you and you want more.

What can happen to me now?

I drank all my life. Now I can't

If I could have just half a glass. Even a third would do.

Sadly, I can't sympathize. I never drank.

My only craving is for yogurt.

If only I could walk into the wedding

for a couple of minutes,

to ask my wife and children why I died prematurely.

Damn children and the one who create them.

- No one disappoints you more. - No one.

Parents do.

Don't you dare raise your hand again.

At your age, I respected people of my age.

Shame on you!

- Son of a bitch, I'll kill you. - Stop arguing, please.

Arguing saw me off and here it is again.

What arguing, Miso?

Nonsense, nothing more.

Our son can't accept that I left the house to the town.

You gave away our house?

Someone suggested it be our legacy, with a plaque on it.

- You think I made a mistake? - Yes, Miso.

You did.

We dug for years,

paying the workers out of your own wages.

I fell ill...

What would happen to the valuable things in our house?

What if your father had given the house away?

Your son said that!

Milica, I'm not well.

Doctor...

Calm down, Professor. Here you can't be unwell.

- He's breathing. - Who?

The professor.

What do you mean?

The booze has damaged your brain.

I'll have to quit drinking.

Right now we're watching the Apollo spacecraft

approaching the moon and flying over its surface...

Will they have anything about Miso?

- Keep working. - Wait for the news about Miso.

If you two won't go, I'll take the gold myself tonight.

I toil all my life for a bottle of fucking booze.

Don't do it, Cat. You'll put your ass on a barbeque.

What have you done, people, for God's sake?

Milica...

Where are we? What is this place?

Professor, I found 200 gold coins.

but I've nowhere to spend them.

- In the other world I had none. - Nowhere to drink, you lout.

Be quiet, I could be your father.

You make children out of head, not with every fool's tools.

- Stop it, man... - Miso, look...

There's a slab here. We tried to lift it, but it's too heavy.

We dig with our hands.

If only I knew what I'd find here...

I'd have brought shovels, levers...

He's new, not cooled down yet.

- Why don't you play? - How? We can't, master.

Play.

- Where's the accordionist? - He died, Comrade Rajkovic.

- When? - In autumn last year, chief.

Who allowed him to die?

Fuck music with no accordion...

Chief, I can play it.

- Where is your accordion? - You shot it last time.

At your son's wedding, I was security.

Give birth to one! Hear me?

Okay.

- I have a question, Mayor. - Ask.

When will you build a museum to hold my skeletons?

A museum? Who'll give us the money?

So you used an old and sick man...

to turn my house into your museum?

- What do you want from me? - Know what?

I want you to wipe your ass with the contract you signed.

- Clear? - Fuck off.

Dear viewers, right now we can see

what the Apollo crew are seeing.

the surface of the Moon they are going to land on.

This moment is... what's this?

- What's going on? - We've lost the ship.

Still nothing about the professor.

It's not important to them.

Everyone...

Hey everyone!

A spaceship!

It's a spaceship!

- That's a spaceship! - We can see. Stop shouting!

Know what this means? Our salvation!

What do you mean?

If someone alive comes here, then we're not dead.

We can't meet

unless the living are dead or the dead are alive.

- It was a Russian ship. - Why Russian?

Only the Russians have such technology.

I can see now how much you desire to live again.

If you're scared, say so now, so you don't run away again.

Bullshit, you ran away first.

That's another thousand, so now you have 50,000 DEM.

The bitch, she's built up a fortune.

He's not only sold the house, but the gold as well.

Let's go.

A light, please.

Professor!

The last one. I knew it.

Here we are, my professor.

Petar...

My son...

I thought we'd never see each other again.

- You hanged yourself? - Yes... a little.

But why, my friend?

It's all ruined, Professor.

The house has been sold. All the things are broken.

- Who sold the house? - The professor's son.

- He's my son too. - Sorry, I didn't know.

- Who bought it so quickly? - A neighbor, Lepa the baker.

- Lepa the baker? - Yes.

They drew up the contract while we were packing.

Lepa, Lepa, fuck you and your loaves.

You'll come to me sooner or later.

You don't know yet how hard your death will be.

If I had a brain I'd have hanged myself too.

Why, pal?

I wouldn't need to carry this accordion, as heavy as a tomb.

Where's your accordion?

Oh Lord, I'm in trouble!

- What's happened? - My accordion.

- Who stole it? - I know who.

Not from your grave?

God damn him, I hope it's played at his funeral.

Those thieves, those motherfucking Earthians.

I simply can't shave him.

I've been ironing his suit for two hours. It just won't go.

What's the time, Professor?

Before your watch stops too.

7:30.

- AM or PM? - Are you in a hurry?

No, I just want to have something that ticks.

- And what do you do here? - What do we do?

Argue a bit, wander around a bit,

and dig in those rocks.

Sometimes, when some dark comes down,

similar to night,

we look at the stars.

I'm sure the earth is that way. My father thinks the opposite.

Then we remember our dearest with a sigh.

Now they are this or that age...

with children, grandchildren...

Now they're having dinner at the table where we once ate.

Now they're also talking about us,

looking at our faded photos and secretly crying.

Touching our belongings...

They keep our warm winter coats...

as if we're to return one day.

On Sundays they visit our graves.

They bring us carnations, tulips...

Blue irises, pale roses, boxes of Turkish delight...

Cigarettes, sweets, thin candles, cans with water.

In the cemetery, we all start our lives from the beginning.

The first day, the second day, the first week, six weeks...

six months, the first year, the second year...

Ten years, twenty years...

And then, slowly, we start dying for the second time,

in memories.

- Sad. - It's not all so sad.

Doctor...

Shall we sing our new friends the "Eine kleine Kantate"?

I'm always as ready for a song as the professor is for a dig.

Milica... let's start.

A cherry tree is blooming

on the hillside.

Spring is getting ready

for a journey.

Everything's the same

in my homeland.

Only I am

no longer there...

Petar!

No, not with your hands. Brushes!

The same slab...

I had a feeling I had to hang myself.

Something was telling me, "Hang yourself, Petar!"

Under the slab is the secret of this world and the other!

Milica, I'm not well.

- What's wrong? - I'm... choking!

You can't be ill here.

I've no air!

- What happened? - He opened his mouth.

What are you saying? You're drunk too.

Gentlemen...

I have the impression...

that he's alive.

Alive?

I'm afraid he is.

God save thy people and bless your work...

His pulse is growing stronger.

How is this possible, Doctor?

The professor probably suffered a stroke

and so fell into a deep coma.

As he was clinically dead, he arrived here.

However, his body has won the battle

and now he's going back to the living.

My condolences.

My condolences.

Professor... can you hear me?

I have a request. If you survive,

tell my daughter Jelena all about us.

Tell her to study coma and clinical death,

the only link with the billions of absent people.

Tell my brother Simeon I'll never forgive him

for not hiding me from the Nazis.

I've been haunted by their dogs, their boots, their shouts.

"Go away, brother, they'll hang me if I let you in!"

Simeon couldn't have done that.

Pardon?

He chased me from the door like a dog.

That night they riddled me with bullets.

Simeon?

I thought he was a decent man. He shaved me all my life.

What's up?

What?

I don't understand you. What?

I don't understand you.

Professor...

Please tell Lepa to stop fooling around.

She's disappointed me both as wife and as a friend.

Professor, I beg you like a brother,

tell Bato the horse to return my accordion,

to me personally, where he stole it from.

Listen, Miso...

I was angry with you for years.

I heard you started to live with Angelina as soon as I died.

Me and Angelina? How can you say something like that?

We'll talk about it next time.

Tell my sister not to play the soul-saver and the bigot.

Everyone knows why she stayed

to bring up Ivan and Sonja with you.

Milica, do you think I could carry on with your own sister?

There's something else.

Sell the house if necessary.

Don't let our kids quarrel over it.

Miso, I'll pray for you to have a long life.

but I'll wait for you, hoping you come back soon.

Miso, can you hear me?

Miso, it's hard for me.

Our dear Professor,

here you saw how the dead live.

You must admit it's not as bad as they say.

It would be even better if we had no human quirks.

Believer me, Professor,

in life I wouldn't dare deliver the oration.

No one knows where the deceased is going.

But as I know very well where you're going now,

- I dare do the pre-life oration. - Cut it short.

Since Adam and Eve, 80 billion people have walked the world.

Man's history is the history of the dead.

- Nonsense. - It's a history of war...

interrupted only to think up new weapons

or to clean the old ones.

The 20th century is the culmination of evil.

- Never say that again. - Shut up.

Dear Professor...

everything you died of is waiting for you.

You're leaving us after a short death.

May your life be easy.

Just you ring the bell, you fuckwit.

I'll get the buttons.

Will you do his shoes?

- What are you doing? - My hands are shaking...

I can't tie them up.

- Simeon... - Yes?

Haven't you been a bit hasty?

Angelina...

- Angelina! - Be quiet.

Come.

Come here.

- Pardon me? - When did I die?

You're not...

You're alive! Angelina, the professor's alive.

Wait.

- Tell me when I died. - It was today at noon.

Is there any yogurt?

Anybody coming with me?

Doctor...

Yes? Did you want something?

Coming with me?

What did I tell you when you asked me to go to war?

You said you didn't like adventurists.

Armed adventurists, Major?

You think the same now.

Yes, I think the same before and after death.

And you?

Let's go, comrades.

I'm coming too, Dad.

Maybe there's a bar down there.

- Where's my son? - He's here.

Simeon, call Ivan.

Where are my finds?

- The professor will kill you. - Piss off.

Excuse me, where's...

Out!

- Who's calling for me? - Who? Your father, of course.

Father... my father?

Yes, he's calling you to come at once.

Comrade, we'd like to cross.

You can't. I take people only in one direction.

- Good stuff. Is it homemade? - Don't know.

It's from the one with the steering wheel.

Drink isn't allowed across.

Papa.

Where are my finds?

- Here. - Where?

- Where are they? - In the yard.

Who told you to throw them out?

- You've sold my house. - I haven't.

Yes, you have... it's my house.

And I'll sell it.

Your mother asked me to do it. And I'll do it for her sake.

She sends warm greetings, you undeserving son.

- What mother? - Do you have two mothers?

Your mother, Milica.

- Miso, were you with Milica? - Yes, I was.

- So how's sister? - Well, and she greets you all.

God, how beautiful she is...

When I saw her

I thought I was never worthy of such a beauty.

Professor...

Here I am again.

- You refused to go to hospital. - I refuse now too.

We should find out what happened to you.

Your father examined me and found I was in coma.

My father examined you?

Yes, you declared me dead, and he declared me alive.

A little mistake, Doctor.

Wait... you're saying you were with my father?

Yes. He said it was a coma.

My dear professor, the causes of coma are

encephalitis, cerebral bleeding, thrombosis, brain tumor,

uraemia, diabetic complications.

That can only be diagnosed in the hospital.

He said you should research coma and clinical death.

They're the only link with the billions of absent people.

That's what he wants.

- Now he was a physician. - Enough.

And he said, "Jelena, take care how you treat people."

"They're leaving before their time."

That's true.

My father told you that?

This is unpleasant but I had to tell you.

I promised them. I gave my word.

Who to?

All those I met at the Meeting Place.

Is that...

- Wait, we came from there! - Dad!

What are we waiting for? They're all gone!

- I also met your brother. - My brother?

Stevan Savski Keser.

- How's my brother? - Not well.

Not well.

What's wrong with him?

You know very well what's wrong with him.

Simeon, my friend, you won't shave me anymore.

Why?

Because a man who betrays his own brother

can't be my barber, let alone my friend.

Did he beg you to hide him in your house, just till dawn?

- But... - Be quiet while I'm speaking!

That man died that night because of you.

Professor...

That night the police broke my leg, injured my spine...

Because of him, 26 years and 3 months I've been disabled.

He was fighting his war.

And I've fought my peace.

Sonja!

I don't know how to tell you... don't cry.

There's no need to cry. Your brother will explain.

She got the telegram. I don't know how to tell her.

Sonja, calm down.

Papa is alive.

No mistake. He was dead when we sent the telegram.

Now he's alive, eating soup... some peculiar after-effects.

- Want to speak to him? - Dear Sonja...

Hello... Sonja, darling, how are you?

It was difficult, but as you can hear, I've pulled through.

Well... wait, don't cry.

After-effects?

What after-effects? Ivan's talking nonsense.

Tell me, how are my grandchildren?

Have they tanned in the Spanish sun?

I can hardly wait to see you.

Listen, Sonja...

I've something important to tell you.

I was with Mother. She sends all her love.

She's your age now. You know?

"What mother?" Your mother, Milica.

What's wrong with you? Forgotten your mother?

I'll tell you everything when you come back home.

But don't be long. Love you.

Excuse us.

I hate it when a dog howls.

Get lost, fuck you! Get lost!

Cut the shits, Cat. Give us light.

It's going! It's moving!

Shut up and push!

What else am I doing, fool?

Who are you calling a fool?

What did I say?

- Wait! Jam the stone in! - Hold it down!

Hello.

Good evening.

Hey, comrade, where are we?

- Where are you from? - The Meeting Place.

Are you from the area?

What's up?

- You look terrible. - You should see yourself.

Follow me.

My deceased brothers, I suggest we go back straight away.

Let's not scare people to death.

Couldn't we just peep at my son's wedding?

You know how long we can stay here.

Till the first cockcrow, like all vampires.

We've arrived.

We're at home.

We've come home!

Boss, we've come to...

Where are you, Miso?

We've just come from Gornja Dobrava,

where we were collecting the rocks...

You've destroyed everything.

My whole life.

Must we go through the cemetery?

We might meet some vampires, eh?

Lepa, Lepa...

They took my accordion from here.

Oh dear, oh dear, I'm in big trouble.

They buried me with the homeless.

Not a trace, as if I'd never lived.

Dad... shall I sign in under you?

To spoil my image? Out of the question.

Then these four blokes came out of one tomb.

- From a tomb? - Ask them if you like.

One in uniform, carrying a long gun.

Another was all white like a baker.

- Like a baker? - Yes, and bald.

Neck this big.

Get out of here, you drunkards!

Go away! You're just scaring my guests!

Music!

- Shitty neighborhood. - Come on, we'll be late!

My name on a street like that! As if I were a war criminal.

Did I deserve this?

And the scum that survived occupied the center!

And shit to the heroes!

- Who should be quiet! - Quiet, you'll wake them up.

Professor! Where have you been?

You criminals...

- Wait... aren't you... - No, he isn't. Come on, Papa.

Because of you, son,

a fine young man hanged himself.

My friend and assistant Petar.

- How do you know? - It's known.

He's just been brought to the hospital.

I was with him! I was with him as I'm with you now, Jelena.

I was with him, with your sister, your mother...

with your brother, Simeon, with Marko the baker...

I spoke to them.

They told me what's been tormenting them for years.

They're not at peace because of us, the living.

Lepa...

Lepa.

Lepa!

Marko.

Come to me, Lepa. It's hard without you.

What do you mean?

Get sick and die.

Whose accordion is this?

- Mine, sir. - That's a lie, you thief.

- You stole it. - I didn't!

It's not enough that you rob the living!

Now you're stealing from the dead too!

Even the dead can't have peace from you.

Bandits!

All of you are bandits!

I didn't know who I was living with...

With thieves!

With perverts!

The cockcrow...

My condolences, Ivan.

- He's dead? - Yes.

Thanks.

The cherry's blossoming

on the hillside.

The spring is getting ready

for a journey.

Nothing has changed

in my homeland.

Only I am

no longer there.

Everything's the same

in my homeland.

Only I'm no longer

there...

The green vine

is growing sturdy.

All around

the old home porch.

Everything's the same

as it was before.

Only I'm no longer

there...