All language subtitles for Tito I Ja - Tito and me (Markovic.1992)

TITO AND ME

I love my house.

It consists of one room that
belongs only to me and my parents,

of another one which is unfortunately
occupied by my aunt, my uncle

and my hideous cousin, Svetlana.
The most vicious person you can imagine.

The antechamber is the most
beautiful room of the whole flat.

This is where my Grandmother lives.

There everyone goes in and out,
slamming doors and stamping their feet.

Unfortunately she sleeps lightly
and jumps at the slightest noise.

It is you, Zoran.

It's also a living room, for which
dad saying that have no use.

Grandma there keeps her sewing machine,

the dowry for her marriage with Him.

She only talks about Grandfather
in terms of pronouns.

The bathroom, the toilet, the larder
and the kitchen are common rooms.

We use them in turns.

It could be easily said that
kitchen is my favorite room.

When cakes are being baked
for different holidays,

Grandma always lets me lick the bowls,
casseroles and cream mixer.

My parents are artists.

My mother is a ballerina
and practices in the theater,

whereas my father has to practice
in our room, the only living space we have.

We'll soon be crazy!

You aren't entirely normal, anyway.

What you said?

You bounder.

Poor that kid with such a mother.

Considering she's a ballerina...

A permanent tension reigns
between the two families.

According to Dad,
there is no such a conflict

that can't be resolved
in a polite manner.

- Stojan, come out.
- Why?

To tell me what it is you object
to my wife's behavior.

Leave us in peace!

What's wrong
with being a ballerina?

Bunch of primitive
and insolent idiots!

Insolent?

The kid is looking at you!

I think it's enough.

We have to bake paprika's
for winter stores.

After this quite usual row,

they spent the whole afternoon
frying peppers

as if nothing
had happened at all.

But Daddy,
completely disgusted

took the clarinet away with him,
to never bring it back again.

Hello, Zoran!

However, one member
of our family lives all alone.

Although he's everyday with us,
my Grandfather has never lived in our flat

because Grandma had
thrown him out before the war.

Is your father there?

And your mother?

How's school?

Grandpa comes around often,
always about noon.

At lunchtime, as it happens!

Grandma please, me first.

No, me. I am more important!

You are as fresh
as a French maid.

He doesn't even buy his own papers,
but wrinkles ours.

Our meals are financed
by Grandma.

The money comes from
the inheritance her father had left her.

Dad? C'mon...

She's doesn't really mean it.

It is with great sadness that Grandma
recalls the last words of her father:

"This is something
you can live on, Dobrila,

"when that yobbo leaves you".

Enjoy your meal.

Zoka...

don't eat so quickly.

I have always been a chubby.

Grandma says "rounded",

and my cousin Svetlana, naturally,
"fatty" or "obese".

Once she used an expression
she couldn't have invented herself.

You are a fat degenerate!

Mummy, he's broken our jam jar!

My uncle said exactly the same word
when he caught me eating the wall.

I couldn't explain that irresistible
urge to taste a bit of mortar.

He was the only one
to have noticed the holes.

He is also very fascinated
by weird phenomena.

Thus that word slipped out him.

You are not...
You are a degenerate!

According to my uncle, the loo
is the "crisis generator."

Will you ever learn to air toilet after use?

Why don't you
ever lock the door?

This uncle's thought
could be explained...

by the fact that one
has to pass through the loo...

to get into the bathroom
and vice-versa.

It's nothing.

Who's used the hot water?

Zoran, is it you in there?

Mum and her colleagues often dance
for Comrade Tito during his hunting balls.

As a sign of gratitude, he and his
cooperates offers them some of booty.

- What?
- Over there!

- Calm down!
- Over there!

For goodness sake! What?

Delicious.

Venison has
a rather disgusting taste,

but we all pretend to enjoy it

since it can only be seen in movies
and on the tables of grand seigneurs.

In order to forget
what I'm eating,

I imagine Comrade Tito facing up
all these wild beasts.

Mom, what is Comrade Tito like?

I wouldn't really know.

First of all, before you start to dance
they search you from top to bottom.

- Is that so?
- Yes, Vlada.

Then they don't take
their eyes off us

with their fingers
on the triggers.

Or in the nose.

In the end, he is literally
invaded by his ass-lickers.

We are eating!

Are the communists
fighting over the feast?

Daddy!

Tito doesn't share feast by himself, but some guy
with a mustache from the Protocol Office...

and before sharing, they classify
all those birds by size,

so he and his comrades could picture.

Oh, boy.

So finally we get it money:
We, drivers, security, servants,

not to waste anything.

Yes, his working class.

Stop elbowing me.

Summertime in Belgrade is most beautiful.
You can chose where to bath.

In Ada Ciganlija, Student's beach,
or swimming pool "Gardoš" -

even they say that army pee as soon
as they get into water -, or Danube.

Do you need help, uncle Kole?

No. Enjoy yourselves, kids.

Has your father always been working here?

No. Only since he got out of jail.

From Central prison?

No. A clink somewhere at sea.

What is your vocation?

Art historian.

You know what that is?

Why don't you do your job, then,
instead of drudgering here whole day?

He knows why.

Who, God?

Aren't they teach you in school
that God doesn't exist?

In this country, there is
someone more important than God.

Do you understand?

You will one day.

Maybe.

Of all cinemas easiest for
sneaking is "October 20th".

Unlike my friends,
I like to sit in the back

on my own, to get away.

The masses have gathered
to greet Marshal Tito.

He seems very pleased
with the joyous acclamations.

Who was that? Shame yourself!

Not us!

Let's get out.
The film is shit, you see?!

No foreign delegation has ever
been greeted so warmly

as was Marshal Tito
and his delegation.

At this moment, Marshal Tito
marches past the National Guard,

accompanied by the regimental band.

Tito's Blue Train
comes into sight.

The colors of Yugoslavia
and the small flags leap out.

You are nothing but a
bunch of dirty communists.

What?

Why is Zoran gluing Tito's picture, then?

Answer! Look me in the eyes!

What are we?

Dirty communists.

And you? You are a
bunch of dirty capitalists.

Now go and tell the one
who teach you those things.

Mummy, she slapped me!

- Who?
- Auntie!

On the head?

Don't you ever touch
my little girl again!

And you, knock before entering!

Love is the most complicated
thing in the world.

It creates a lot of problems
for the grownups.

Like when Daddy was hired
as a repetiteur

by Matilda, the diva with the big tits.

Mirjana, no!

Unfortunately, my mum has a heavy hand,
so Matilda's ears kept buzzing for 6 days.

Epilogue is cancellation of "Queen of Spade",

and dismissal that dad got on the spot.

As we hadn't something to live of,
dad had to work as a saxophonist in a night bar.

I heard auntie said to Grandma, considering
the number of whores involved,

there is no difference between
the National Theater and that bar.

I also know that Grandma is sad 'cause
her son isn't classic artist anymore,

and mom' s waiting him every night to finish
the gig, so now they coming home even later.

Who knows what
you're doing in that dump,

with all those whores!

And a singer again!

Where you found her?
She has no voice at all!

So, what you think this is?

Isn't it obvious?

It is a love letter.

Right?

So what?

What do you mean, "so what"?

Tell me, what does it prove?

Am I blame for this letters?

Do I force that ballet dancer who's in the army,
and with whom I hadn't absolutely nothing, to write me?

Could I ban someone, especially who's sad
and ask nothing in return, even to answer?

Do you know how many letters
I've received?

Ten, fifteen letters!

You know how much I saved?
Only this one!

Do you know why?

Silence!

Because it is nice!

Come on Mirjana, you are overdoing it!

Have you seen the time?

We can never sleep in peace!

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

You know that I love you.

Of course I do.

Like you see, love creates a variety of
insoluble problems for the grownups.

It's not any simpler
with the younger ones.

I realized that
the day I met Jasna.

Thank you. Good-bye.

My pleasure.

See you tomorrow.

There's no need
to walk me back any longer.

Why?

Because you are younger than me,
shorter than me, and third...

It is not true!

Only since Christmas
I've gained four centimeters.

Since Christmas?

You go talking about
the joy of a happy family again.

Someone would said that
my size is our main problem,

but biggest obstacle to our happiness
is fact that Jasna is a war orphan.

That means her parents died
during the war and she got no

flat like everybody else, not saying
normal people, but lives in an orphanage.

Children,

the life of young Tito
wasn't easy at all.

He had to get up very early
and go to bed very late.

The young Tito had
to take the cows to pasture

and a horse by the name of Putko.

I quote Comrade Tito...

Zoran, where you staring at?

I quote...

"... Putko obeyed only me".

In those days, no money,
and therefore no trousers.

But it didn't bother young Tito
to play without any trousers on.

He had three favorite games.

Here's one of them.

Zoran!
Do you want me to throw you out?

The father of my friend Đura
is in the police

and he keeps a gun behind
each and every radiator

of their flat.

You are going out on a mission?
This late?

Get off my back.
You know I can't talk about it.

Of course!

I do know where you are off to!

Why are you
taking the gun with you?

Why? To chase the bandits, Zoki.

Or someone else.

Do you know who will pass by
the neighborhood tomorrow?

The Emperor.

Who?

The Emperor of Ethiopia, Haile Selassie!

So what?

And who is going to be with him
in his open limousine?

The Marshal in person!

I couldn't fall asleep
that night.

I had to snatch this opportunity.

I was worried because
Đura's father had said

a huge crowd will come
to greet Comrade Tito.

However, in my and surrounding streets,
there was no trace of a crowd

If we don't take into
consideration our local loony

there wasn't a single soul
on the streets.

Hey, kiddy!

Some cutie!

Where are you going so late?

To wait for Comrade Tito.

Him? Really?

That's a good boy.

He's back!

Silence!

Where have you bumming around?

Where were you?

By the bridge, around the port,
and at the market.

What were you
doing there all night?

I was waiting for Comrade Tito.

Who?

Comrade Tito.

Đura's father told me that he will pass by the
neighborhood with the Emperor of Ethiopia

so I wanted to get myself a good place.

Excuse me, young fellow.

Is there any hope that Mr. Broz
could visit our neighbourhood?

You mean, Comrade Tito?

I thought because he always
hangs with kings, emperors...

Maybe he'll become a gentleman, too.

Coffee.

Have you seen
Comrade Tito's big ring?

It's a wedding ring.
It means that he is married.

Do all married people
have to wear one?

No. Only those who want to show
their attachment to someone.

See you tomorrow.

There's no need
to walk me back any longer.

Why?

I shall be leaving soon.

Where are you going?

On a "March Around Tito's Homeland."
I'm appointed to represent our house.

For how long?

10-15 days.

How much?

Why are you not eating
your doughnuts?

I can't, thank you.

Those are your favorite, though.

He's even refusing his doughnuts.

Is he sick?

It's love that torments him.

He got girlfriend, her name is Jasna.
She's pubescent.

Wherefrom you that words? It's not nice.

She's got tits too!

What did you say?

Where do we register
for that March?

It is not that easy.

You think that anyone can go?

How to become
a member of the elite?

Quite simple.

The best amongst the best
pioneers will be chosen.

Thank you.

When do I see you again?

Sorry, but this trip
will take up all my time.

We'd better break up now.

What?

Don't worry, I won't forget you.

Goodbye.

What is it?

Would you keep it for me
for a while?

Children. Composition.

Đura, hand out the notebooks.

Silence!

That was all I needed, F from serbian language!

I could never get more than a "C"

and according to my teacher,

I am only good at scribbling nonsense.

But suddenly a miracle occurred.

"The providence,"
Grandma would say.

The author of the best
composition on the topic

"Do You Love Comrade Tito and Why?"...

will represent our school

on the "March Around Tito's Homeland".

The winner will be chosen by
a special jury

composed of our famous children writers, like
Mira Alečković, Dobrica Ćosić and many, many others.

On you go!

Đura, don't copy. I see you.

Zoran, what's wrong?

Nothing, teacher.

Are you not feeling well?

No, I am concentrating.

Come on, finish up.

Five minutes left.

Finished!

Hurry up!

Just a stanza.

A stanza?

Time's up.

Finished.

Zoran hasn't touched
his rice pudding.

So what? It won't hurt him
to lose some weight.

Zoka, do you want some pancakes?

No!

It's all right now.

Make that paranoid shut up!

What's a paranoid?

It's nothing.
You were having bad dreams.

Go back to sleep.

Dear children...

Today I am happy.

Zoran, come to the blackboard.

Because your friend Zoran...

our little Zoran...

has won the competition
for the best composition

on the topic
"Do You Love Tito and Why?"

and he will represent our school

on the "March Around Tito's Homeland. "

Moreover, Zoran's very beautiful poem

is the best composition
of all the prize winners.

It means that
Zoran has written

the best composition in Belgrade.

I'll ask Zoran kindly to read his poem.

"You ask me do I love Tito?"

Stop.

That's not the way to read a poem.

Ljubica?

"You ask me do I love Tito?
It is a superfluous question.

"Everybody adores Tito,
the Chinese and the Spaniards,

"the Indians, Japanese and the Blacks.

"All the children of our planet.

"The soldiers only think of Him.

"The shepherd when he plays his flute,

"the grass sees Him when it grows,

"the little cows when they browse,

"the world thinks highly of Him,

"the swallows only sing for Him.

"And when I feel blue and gone,

"when sun is going down,

"I go to bed late at night,

"and I close my eyes tight.

"If someone asked me
who I love best,

"I'd say I love Tito
more than Mum and Dad."

Now we are finished for good!

FREUD
"PSYCHOPATHOLOGY"

Would you be kind
to turn that light off?

I won't be able to get up
in the morning.

I am very worried about Zoran.

Come on, he wrote it for fun.

You know, it can happen
from a very young age.

If we don't intervene now,
it might be too late afterwards.

Are you sleeping?

Sea.

Boat.

White.

Black.

Good.

And now... woman.

"New Bridge".

"New Bridge"?

Is it the first thing
that crosses your mind?

Yes.

Love.

Wait a second.

You must tell me first thing which
cross your mind when I say "Love".

Orphanage.

Are you sure?

Or Kumrovec (Tito's birthplace).

It's either one or the other.
Choose.

I don't know. Both.

Have you noticed
that boys write...

the names of their sweethearts
on the walls?

Is there any person who you love so much

you couldn't live without?

If there is such a person,

and if you really love her,

why don't you write her name?

ZORAN LOVES...

... TITO.

Đorđević Slobodan.
- Me.

Stand up, Đorđević.

Mitrović Sergej.
- Me.

Move your fringe, Sergej.

Ljiljana Ranković.

Ana Vučić?
- Me.

Popović Milica?
- Me.

Marko Pantelić?
- Me.

Jasna Vukobrat?
- Me.

You are from the Orphanage, Jasna?

You have all the gear?

Yes, Comrade Raja.

Good. Sit down.

Karamehmetović Siniša.

Me!

I hear well, no need to bray like an ass.

Not an ass, but a kangaroo.

Who said that?

Kangaroo is his nickname.
Everybody calls him that way.

Look kids, as from now,
and to the end of the March,

no one is to speak
without authorization.

Understood?

No, no. All together.

Understood?
- Understood!

Zoran Mihajlović?
- Me.

Is that so?

What are your parents,
chubby cheeks?

Mine? Artists.

One needs artists, too.

Those who are not ready to
put in their biggest efforts,

drop out now.

Don't go moaning later
like some sis... sis...

Sissy!

Yes, comrade pioneers,
like a sissy!

Because the enemy
is lurking everywhere.

We have to be on the alert.

What will happen
if he infiltrates our ranks?

We'd be finished.

Sit down.

There is a song
you have to learn by heart...

since you'll often sing it during march.

Three, four...

Pretty, pretty is green Zagorje

Pretty is green Zagorje

And the white city
of Zagreb in it

Easy, folks. Do you know where is Kumrovec?

Mihajlović Zoran!

The artists are being late.

Your kid is going away.

What can I do?

Where do you think
you are going?

To find the kid a place.

Have we understand? He's mine now.

Let me introduce Zoran.
Sanja, Lale and Kangaroo.

There's no room here.

All the seats are taken.

Take this thermos!

I can't bring it, Grandma!

Dress warmly!

The letter is stamped.
Just post it.

Don't mess around with girls.

Look at you.

Everything
is going to be just fine.

Don't worry.

Off we go.

The cheese, the butter,
the milk, and the eggs

The milk, eggs and potatoes,
all goes to the white city of Zagreb

All goes to
the white city of Zagreb

I'd prefer the white
if you have any.

I have cream puffs.

You like that?

Of course,
it's what I like most.

Even though she was
the only one to be kind to me,

she was incredibly
getting on my nerves.

Hardly begun and you are
already stuffing yourself, eh?

Lights out.

Are you sure
you don't want any cream puffs?

Go on. Get out.

It's not a game for kids.

Do you hear me?

ZAGREB-CENTRAL STATION

What the hell
are you doing here?

Out.

After this long and exhausting trip,
educational above all,

here we are
in the friendly city of Zagreb!

- Guess where I spent the night?
- Stop it, please.

Are you cross with me?

No. I just want
to listen him speaking.

At this very moment,

now that we have
set foot on this soil,

that wishes us a hearty welcome,
we can already smell the perfume

of Kumrovec, Tito's hometown.

We shall build up an inseparable
friendship with our host.

We would like to thank Zagreb,
the best friend of Belgrade,

for its warm welcome that shall
stay engraved in our hearts

as an indestructible proof of
friendship between our people.

You want to put a shame on us
in front of Zagreb's people?

Shame yourself!

Fall in!

Comrades pioneers!

This soil has given birth to
the greatest son of our country.

What is this fool talking about?

A man without whom,
we wouldn't be anything.

What a fucking bore!

What?

Over there!

Silence in the ranks!

Stop dawdling!

Hurry up, fatso!

As far as I figured out, it is the
last tram station in Zagreb,

that Zagorje, Tito's Homeland
was beginning.

In other words, the terrain
to be conquered by foot.

Next big dissapointment was
when Comrade Raja announced

that we won't follow the road,

but the trails of
the comrades partisans,

using natural signs.

Over there!

Over there!

It means that we were to climb
the steepest slopes,

since the comrades partisans

loved passing
through shitty places.

How come you're here?

- Which way did you go?
- We took the same trail.

They are lying!
They took the road!

Has anyone else seen them?

On your feet!

I had a walking problem
because I was the shortest

and I definitely
had the biggest bag

and an itchy rash
had started between my legs.

There is Medvednica.

We shall spend the night
at the foot of the mountain.

Tomorrow climbs awaits us.

Comrades pioneers, let's sing!

Then something weird happened.

Just the thought that once
at the foot of the mountain

we might stop marching
and be allowed to drink water,

gave me new strength and made me
forget the rash between my legs.

Foot of the mountain was
only aim in front of my eyes.

But the others,
taking it as a challenge,

started racing me.

You think you could arrive before me?

Are you nuts?

Comrades pioneers!

As of today, we shall all be
choosing the best amongst you

whom we shall invest with
the privilege to raise the flag.

Today, the person
who has deserved this honor...

by his assiduous work, is...

Siniša Karamehmetović!

Please.

Congratulations.

Three, four.

Hey, Slavic people, spirit of
our grandfathers is still living

While our hearts are filled with
the sacred love of our people

Live, live, Slavic spirit,
you will live forever

Threats of hell
and of destruction are in vain

Sorry, I can't see a thing.

It shouldn't waste words how much
I slept the first night in Tito's homeland.

Partly because of Kangaroo's
unfair designation for hero of the day,

and partly because we slept in a tent on the ground,
under which was always something wiggled.

Need help?

Mind your own business!

Stop there! Who is it?

It's me, Zoran.

Password!

C'mon, it's me, Zoran!

And I am the guard and I don't
let you pass without password!

Piss off!

Come on, let's go!

Get moving!

Zoran!

My rash was getting more and more painful,
and something urgent should've been taken.

But I didn't know what to do in situations
like this, and how to soothe it.

Where are you?

Comrade Raja!

Jasna!

Have another one!

Just one.

He told you that he was
going to rest a while,

and catch up with us later?

No, he showed it.

How?

Like this!

Didn't he, by any chance, say...

No, like this.

You...

You!

You are volunteers!

You are in charge of the camp!

Is that clear?

Where are we going?

Where? To find him, you idiot!

We've been looking for you
cca 6 hours and 17 minutes.

You'll pay me for this!

Soon turned out to be
that children avoiding me

and that is banned for them
to make any contact with me.

That wasn't so bad, because of situation
between my legs for which I had to wash at least.

Shame on you, Kangaroo.
Shame yourself.

You are touching here like some...

And now when we're within an inch of Kumrovec.

On the footstep of his house.

Let me explain you, comrade Raja!

Don't explain me, Kangaroo,
it's all clear to me. All.

This could be expected from others,
but from you two...

It's not how it looks like.

Yes, it is. It's all written here.

I will tell everything to your parents.

You totally disappointed me, Kangaroo.
Totally.

Jasna?

We shall spend the night here.

In this castle?

Is it not good enough for you?
Used to better?

It is here that at the times of rotten feudalism,
the grand seigneurs lived

at the expense of poor people.

Do you have some cologne?

Yes, what for?

I've cut myself.
For disinfection.

What about me disinfecting you!

It's ghosts!

The howling came from there!

It smells like perfume.

Perfume? Here?
Don't be ridiculous!

They say there are ghosts.

- Who's "they"?
- I don't know.

You must know!

The children say.

The children?

I'll show them some ghosts!

Sleeping!

You have to understand, Jasna.

If I hadn't explain to him,
who knows what he'd think.

You're lying. You left me alone there.

Leave me, don't touch me!

How I'm gonna leave you,
when there's ghosts in the castle.

Don't be foolish. You know very well
that ghosts doesn't exist.

I'm not so sure.

Please, let me stay!
I am so scared!

I am the ghost...

My name is Franja!

I died 200 years ago!

Circa!

It's a ghost!

Night is wrapped in black...

whole forest!

My spirit is moaning...

and crash stones!

It bangin' in head...

It buries group of proletarians...

Stop!

It's me, Comrade Raja!

Stop, children!

It's me, Comrade Raja!

Jesus!

What have you done?

It's not me, it's them.

But who?

Them, the ghosts.

Let me explain, it was a game.

To free the children
from their fears.

You have destroyed a collection
of inestimable value!

It's because
of the superstitions.

To cut them short.

Someone is going
to pay for this!

Watch out, fatso!

You know what's happening?

The agents are yelling,
and he keeps replying:

"Yes, I understand, it's my
fault, it won't happen again. "

As Ljilja was spinning around me,
and keep annoying me all the time,

I decided to be repulsive for her.

How's your cut?
-It's not about the cut.

It's a rash. My ass blossomed
and it's red like monkey's.

If there was Law and Order
in this country

that madman wouldn't be
walking around free!

Shut up, oldman if you don't want
we stretch your balls!

Comrades pioneers,

because of reason of which
we'll be talking later,

we're very late.

There's real chances we don't
manage the plan we had set out.

I know that we got hidden power inside ourselves,

and that we'll accomplish the plan.

To the end.

Are we goin'?

We will!

Louder.

More louder!

WE WILL!

There!

...don't lose the pace...

Don't so fast, Comrade Raja!

I haven't asked you anything!

We are thirsty.

So am I!

Why can't we rest a bit?

Ask the sneak among you!

Who shall I ask?

How would I know?

Traitor, shame on you!

Why? I haven't done anything.

Haven't done anything?

You've denounced Comrade Raja
to that fascist.

What fascist?

You know perfectly well.
The old conservator.

I couldn't know he is a fascist.

The castle is called after him.
Doesn't it ring a bell?

How could I know it was
Comrade Raja under the sheet?

Don't play the innocent with me!

One more thing: It's finished between us.
I'm breaking up with you.

From the moment we have finally reached Klanjec,
the last stop before Tito's Hometown,

instead of enjoying the delights
of hot water,

a real bed and homemade food,

I couldn't stop thinking all that happened
to me was a punishment from God.

I was paying for all
my impious words and actions

for all the coarse words I used to say
with my friends whenever we'd seen a priest,

and for the money
I had nicked in the church

to see the latest "Tarzan", the one
where Jane shows her tits.

By punishing me,
God proves He exists,

and that He hasn't
forgotten my sins.

Now He is letting me know
that He would take

even more rigorous measures.

Then I had a salutary idea.

CHARITY FOR THE CHURCH

The money Grandma had sewn in my vest...

could replace the stolen packet
from the church.

But would the Catholic God
truly give...

that money back
to our Orthodox God?

After your prayer,
be so kind to come to the hotel.

What is it?
-I don't know.

Let's start.

Comradesses and comrades pioneers,

let us hear how some of you
see Tito's Homeland:

"Dear Mum and Dad,

"Grandma and Grandpa,
Auntie and Uncle and so on"...

I...

"... and everything would have been
fine, had I not got lost

"and spent the whole night in
the mountain, all by myself.

"It happened because of the rash
on my buttocks!"

You think it's funny?
Well, nothing's funny there.

It is sad!

Tragic!

These are not the words
worthy of a pioneer of Tito

but of a spoiled brat!

"My buttocks..."

Didn't I warned you:
"Those who can't handle,

let drop... drop...

"... out!"
-Yes, drop out!

But none of you dropped out!

Let's rather talk about

what our friend Zoran does
during the March.

Instead to confess:
"I can't, I don't want",

"I don't want," fine!

But no!
He constantly obstructing.

I would say even sabotaging,

'cause he's always last,
dragging behind,

and at the end, he sleeps
down the mountain,

whereas you all sleep above,
under a torrential rain!

Because he is the smartest one!

Well, that rash...

Say, it can happen to everybody.
Let's took it like a mitigating circumstance.

But at the same time, he reveals one more

important side of his personality, and it's

his penchant for sneak... sneak...

...ing!

...ing, comrades pioneers.

In this letter, he writes that I like
disguising myself as a ghost.

If someone who doesn't know me
reads this letter...

What would he think?
He'll think that I am some total lunatic or what!

That I am some kind of maniac!

So, I like to disguising myself!

Let's recap: What is it Mr. Zoran
is complaining about in his letter?
in his letter?

He's complaining about me
and his...

Buttocks!

His buttocks, comrades pioneers.

Tell your friends, where did I
find you this afternoon?

Don't be shy.

In the church.

I didn't hear you.

In the church.

In the church!

It's mine.

I beg your pardon?

It's my Grandma's ring.

Here it is!

Let's see.

Why the pioneer Zoran has
offered this precious ring...

that has adorned the hands of
generations of aristocrats...

to the pioneer Jasna?

You don't know?

It's quite obvious!

Jasna!

Well, this way: The pioneer Zoran
has a disastrous effect

on the morale of the group,
so it's decided

that he'll be consequently sent back
to Belgrade by the first train.

The nearest station,

"what a coincidence"
Grandpa would say,

was situated in Kumrovec,
Tito's Hometown.

We reached it round midday,

our last stop not being far
from the objective of our trip.

Your sandwich.

Your ticket.

Come here.

Get that sandwich out from the basket.

Do you hear me?

Fall in!

What are you waiting for?

Don't drag your feet!

One, two, one, two...

Who's doing the talking?

- You are speaking?
- I don't know.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

- You mean my poem?
- Give it to me.

Dear Comrade Tito...

here, in front of Your house,
I owe You an explanation.

There has been
a misunderstanding.

I had the honor
to represent my school

at this grandiose March.

But I haven't deserved it.

I've done something that
no pioneer of Tito's would do.

In my poem,
I didn't say the truth,

when I wrote that I loved You
more than Mum and Dad.

Everyone knows that I love Mum
and Dad more than anything.

My Grandma, too,
all the folks back home,

my uncle and my auntie, and to be honest,
my other Grandma, both uncles and aunties,

and my cousin Svetlana.

I would particularly
like to point out

that I prefer my friends over You

and a little girl whose name
I won't mention now.

One more thing.

More than you, I love Johnny Weissmuller
in the role of Tarzan,

Gary Cooper in all his roles,

the circus of "Adria",

the gypsy who repairs
the cans and casseroles,

and our local loony who standing in front
of our gate with bag under his arm.

I love everybody around me,
all those You don't know

and You can't even imagine
how nice they are

and how much I care about them.

Three days
after we returned home

a letter arrived for me,
by registered mail.

It's from him for Zoran,
in person.

Impossible! My Grandson has nothing
to do with the communists!

Nonsense.

Don't tear it up!

It's mine!

No doubt.

Comrade Tito was addressing
Himself to me personally

and was inviting me to His place
for His birthday.

Your son is going
to Tito's birthday.

It would be rude
to go empty-handed.

What could we possibly buy him
that he didn't already have?

Zoran will decide by himself
whether he'll go or not.

At the entrance of the White Palace
some very pleasant people

searched us from top to bottom,
smiling all the time.

It is with Kangaroo, maybe because
he's the only one who doesn't look like a kid,

that they were the most pleasant:
They stripped him down.

Then they led us through
the halls of the Palace,

and instead of armors,
there were paintings

of workmen and partisans,
working their guts out.

Zoran?

You know what's happened
to Comrade Raja?

You don't?

He committed suicide.

Hung himself.

I wouldn't like that my birthday
be celebrated as a national holiday.

I would like that it'd be holiday of all you.

Holiday of our children,
of our whole socialist community.

The day of the Youth.

If you'd allow, Comrade Tito.

This is nice, I like this.

Who is this?

It's our teacher, Comrade Raja.

But where is he?

How come the chief
is not with us?

What about a few pictures? Alright?

THE END