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Come in!

-Colonel, captain Müller. -Please.

Yet another artist?

-Excuse me? -Nothing. Nothing.

Kasserine Pass? Panzer? Impressive.

I must admit.

Why were you reassigned? And why here?

The climate is better.

Four years in Africa... I think it's enough, right?

And you think it's better here?

Come in!

Colonel, it's time.

Come, please.

Aim!

Fire!

Mind the tempo, Renata! Your right!

Stop it! -You're quite good at the piano.

It's no big deal if you practice. -My aunt is quite much strict.

You can't say 'quite much strict'.

-Ok, but she's strict, right? -Well, every now and then.

Honored spectators,

the friendly race between the German and Bulgarian men's four

is about to begin soon. The sporting event

between the fraternal people... -See him?

Nope. He was supposed to be in position by now.

Let me have a look.

He got him!

Run, quick!

-Gospodinov, where did they shoot from? -Over there!

-Run, what are you waiting for? -Come on!

-I'm off to Aco's. -Alright, see you tonight.

-Renata! -Can you hear my heartbeat?

-Yes. -You like the Cardinal? -Yes.

-He's all yours. -What are you two doing under the table?

Renata, Zoran!

Come back this instant!

Give me my hat back! Zoran!

Stop!

Mother fucker!

Mother fucker, he's still alive.

No, no...

Your eyes

oh Lena

are Voden cherries.

Give them to me

So that I can eat them.

Oh Lena,

I just want

to quench my desire.

Love...

Good evening.

Good evening...

This is a christening...

For Nikola... Nikola was born...

Some music.

-Music... -We are celebrating...

A christening. -Christening, yes.

For...

-Little child. -A baby. Christ, christening...

We spit on his willy, so that it may grow, that sort of stuff.

-One mastika. -Mastika?

-Small? Large? -Large.

Have a sit, sir, please.

Here, mastika, large.

Why did you stop playing?

-What did he say? -He wants us to sing.

To sing. Together. Yes.

-Sing! -You sing.

Sing, you slut, sing!

Your eyes, Lena...

Give them to me... Mori...

So that I...

Eat them.

Merak...

How can I translate sevda?

-Cheers. Cheers.

Cheers.

Come on!

Goal! Yeah!

Come on! Goal!

-What are you eating? -Can't you see? -I can't.

It's a slice of bread. With goose fat.

With goose fat?!

And red pepper, too?

-Yes. -Wow! Can I have some?

-No, you can't. -Let me have some, come on!

-Come on, let me try it. -Nope. -Why are you being a dick?

-Give me a bite! -No.

Give me the bloody bread!

-Fuck you, Kike! -Ha ha, Kike!

Vavo! Shame on you!

A grown man like you bullying kids! Let's go.

-Guys, let's carry on! -Come on!

Mommy...

Oscar... What's happened?

-Who did this to you? -No biggie, mum. Vavo pushed me.

I keep telling you, don't hang out with these scoundrels!

Didn't I tell you not to go anywhere today without me?

I've got so much stuff to do, I even started to pickle the food.

I won't manage to finish anything.

Come, sit down over here.

And shut the door.

Sit.

This is the Lesser Bath White,

or Pontia chloridice in Latin.

It feeds on just one plant... I forgot its name.

And this is the Purple Czar.

You seldom see them, let alone catch them.

What's it called in Latin? -Mind your own business.

-Did you know that butterflies live for one day only? -No, really?

In the morning they leave the larva,

and at night, when the sun sets, they die. -Zoran!

-Have you ever kissed? -Yes. Only on the cheek.

-Let's do it.-Zoran!

Zoran, come on, get out!

Sorry.

Gotta go.

What are you doing here? Go on!

-Hello, Rossmann. -Hello.

Did you pack your bags?

Yes, we did.

-Are you sure about this? -The Germans are raiding the Jews.

It may happen tonight, the day after tomorrow...

-One suitcase, right? -Right.

-And not too big. -Not too big.

Blimey, how can I pack everything in one suitcase?

Tomorrow night we'll ferry you across Vardar. I'll pick you up.

-How will we fit? -Rossmann... It will all be fine.

It will all be fine.

I found a hedgehog in the yard.

Vavo wanted to throw it in a water barrel...

To see if it can swim.

I rescued it and now I keep it in the basement.

But, in a few days I'll set it free in the poplar forest.

-Right. Move to the right a little. -Straighten up.

Right. Is this good?

Stand still, you're fine.

-I'm the chief! -The what? -The chief treasurer!

Did you take it?

-Do we have enough for a bicycle? -Half for a bike, half for Donka.

-For Donka? -Of course, for Donka the slag.

She'll flash her beaver!

Give me the money, I'll flash it!

-Guys, the priest's coming! -Run away!

God shall smite you! God shall smite you!

You're looting the church, Zoran?

Draw the curtains. Go behind the window!

What is it, studs? What do you want?

-Show it to us! -Show you what?

Want me to show you my pussy? Give me 20 levs!

Biba, give her the money!

Fucking jerks!

Suckers!

You want my pussy? Here's my pussy!

Suck my dick and choke on it, you fuckwits!

No jacking off here! You pay extra for that!

Bugger off! No more cinema!

Lica, I told you, in the cellar we have our supplies

of flour, oil, salt, everything. Take what you need. -This, too.

Who knows when we'll return.

Here are the keys. This is the key to the cellar.

This is the store key, and this is the house key.

Just make sure you stay safe.

-I'll mind the house as if it were my own. -Of course you will.

-They were supposed to be here by now! -They'll be here.

Sara, please, we're not taking that.

Why?

Sara, enough, please! Don't cry!

I don't know, Jakov. I'm not so sure if it's wise to leave.

We have to, Sara! We have to.

Open up!

Open up! Open the door!

Lica, run, they'll catch you too! Run, run, run!

Open!

For heaven's sake!

-Stop! What do you want? -Zoran!

The kid is petrified. He ran out of the house.

We are Macedonians, neighbors...

Come along!

-How come you speak German so well? - I studied German.

-Good night. -Good night.

Ok, son, calm down.

-That's the last thing we needed. -The Bulgarians are arresting high and low.

-We are being ratted out. -Come on, old man! No time to wait!

Five more minutes, Bekim. Please.

-Bulgarians! Run away! -Go, Bekim, go!

-Go, go! -I couldn't reach the Rossmanns,

the Germans have blocked all streets! -Go, Bekim! Quick!

-Where are they taking them? -I don't know, my son. Sleep now.

And, if they kill them?

They'll probably move them somewhere. Until the war is over.

Sleep. It'll all be fine.

-Come on, sleep. -Don't turn off the light, please!

-Mom, when will daddy be back? -When freedom comes.

-And when will that be? -Sleep now. It's late.

What if he gets killed?

He won't, son.

Daddy is tough as nails.

He can fend for himself.

They took away the Rossmanns.

-I know. -Turn it off.

I was scared out of my wits.

Are the kids asleep?

-They took them to the depot. -Were you there?

I'm always dying... I'm dying until you come back.

Come here, I want to hug you.

Did anyone see you?

It hurts, huh?

Kids, would you calm down?

Easy does it. Hurts, huh?

You'll feel better now, grandma Vida. Here...

I applied some salve on your wound.

I'd rather you put herbs or rakija.

A wee bit of rakija? I don't see why not.

A shot or two won't hurt anybody!

You'll feel better, mom.

-It's not ok, huh? -No.

It must be amputated.

The gangrene has spread too much, we must cut it off.

Dear God!

What?! They'll cut off granny's leg?!

Fuck off!

Zoran, go get some bread!

There's no alternative, huh?

Don't muck about, chop chop!

Lieutenant, where are we taking these things?

To the Jewish Committee.

Help me out here.

-Is there a lot left? -Bulgarian scum!

-They gutted Rossmann's house! -It's horrible, my dear Dimcho.

They might move us out, too!

Not us, Zhivka.

-We're not Jews. -Bloody Bulgarians!

They're not true Bulgarians. These are some vile people.

Zoran, three rye loaves, right?

I heard that last night they'd taken a thousand people

straight to the railway station.

Oh, Lord...

Where did he run off now?

Attention!

You are to walk in threes, straight to the coaches!

Please...

Please... We are Spanish citizens.

Here, here, take a look.

Don't stop!

Go, go, faster, faster!

Into the carriages!

Stay in groups of three, straight to the coaches!

Don't panic!

Colonel, it's all going according to plan! -Good.

Renata!

-Take care of Miriam! -Renata, come back!

What are you looking for here? Move it!

Go, go, faster, faster!

Attention!

March!

Careful with that.

Take the suitcase upstairs.

Does this still work?

I hope so.

Do you need anything else, captain?

No. Thank you, Rudolph. Pick me up tomorrow morning.

-You again? -I have the keys to this house.

The Rossmann's allowed me to use their supplies...

I take care of the house. I will clean it until they return.

So many jars and bottles.

What's inside?

Some preserves and compote.

Compote...

Go away.

Wait.

Thank you.

Gjorgji, come here and turn that thing off!

-Gjorgji! -Coming!

-Cabbage. -Again? No running away from it!

-This is a luxury to some people. -And what would you rather have?

Let me go!

The apple of daddy's eye... Daddy's sweetheart...

Come on, come on! Dig in!

Where did you get this from?

This was the most scary day of my life.

While I was getting the stuff from Rossmann's place,

a German officer cropped up!

And I was in the pantry, with a full basket.

He let me go. He seems to be staying at Rossmann's house.

-Mom, would you like to eat? -No...

-I can't... -The winner gets a prize!

If they gave him a mansion, he must be some top banana.

Gjorgji! You're worse than the kids!

Anica, take it easy, my dear. You'll choke on your food.

Slow down.

What is it?

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Gjorgji Potev? -Potevski.

Born in Bitola, 1894?

-Son of Krume and Stana? -Yes.

Communist?

Do you know Danev? Metodij Danev?

-No. -Risto Kochev?

-Cena Bogoeva? -No.

The entire Communist propaganda centre is downstairs.

-Radio, flyers, typewriter... -He's got nothing to do with it!

-Move aside, you... -Who ferried the Jews across Vardar, Potev?

I don't know!

You are under arrest for sabotage and clandestine activities.

-Move, Potev! -Let him be!

I have a letter from Dushan.

I must return to the unit and transfer some illegals.

The Bulgarians are arresting everyone. Assim got executed.

-And, Gjorgji? -It's very bad.

I've found out that Gjorgji is in cell no. 9, that's Gocev.

Nobody's left that cell alive.

I must go. Say hi to Lenche. Be careful, it's dangerous!

It's been three days already...

They'll kill him.

-Come on, have some. -Let me be, I can't.

Please.

My sister...

The Bulgarians...

They've arrested my sister's husband...

Gjorgji...He's a good man.

He's done nothing wrong.

My sister's wrecked.

Nobody would tell us what's happened to him...

Would you mind...

Would you mind asking about Gjorgji?

The Bulgarians will kill him!

-When was he arrested? -Three days ago...

Inspector Gocev.

I know it all!

-Potev? -This is not him.

That's Potev.

Is he alive?

He's alive already.

-Take him home. Immediately! -Excuse me?

-Captain? -I said, take him home. At once!

So, doctor, will he be alright? Is it dangerous?

Take it easy, folks, don't talk at the same time!

Kids, go out. Kids!

-What's wrong with him, doctor? -In doctor speak,

hemiparesis of his right side coupled with motor aphasia.

-Doctor, we don't understand! -Hold on, Milcho.

-Ok, please explain slowly. -So, in layman's terms,

all of this is a result of his brain trauma.

He no longer has total amnesia and issues with physical contact.

That was only temporary.

Gjorgji now reacts normally to everything he sees and hears.

Also, it seems to me that his memory is alright.

The thing is, he can't speak.

Am I right, Gjorgji?

You can hear everything...

-But you can't speak. Right. -Why can't he move his right hand?

It's not just his hand.

His whole right half is paralyzed.

Here. Gjorgji...

Shut your eyes, please.

Shut your eyes.

Where did I touch you?

Do you know where I touched you?

He'll need a crutch to move.

-Will he be able to speak at all? -It's uncertain.

Depends on the patient.

Gjorgji will be able to say some names and words,

but he will find it difficult to make up whole sentences.

Don't be surprised at all if his first word is a curse.

He'll swear like a sailor.

-Thank God! -Good bye now.

Renata has ginger hair and brown eyes.

And she plays the piano very well.

My father can play the accordion.

My uncle Gjorgji can't walk nor speak.

Come on, Zoran, we're off to town!

-When will the war end? -Soon.

-Will daddy return then? -Yes, he'll return then.

Will the Rossmann's also return then?

They will return, my son, they will.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

-I was told that you buy off gold. -Provided it is genuine.

How much would this fetch?

It's from my grandmother, God rest her soul.

For this I can offer you 1,5 pounds of flour and 1,5 pounds of sugar.

-And on top of that, a bottle of oil. -Two bottles.

Slow down!

Hello, Mrs. Spasovska!

Hello.

-Thank you for the intervention. -Unfortunately I was too late.

Mrs. Spasovska!

I don't know how to say this...

I'm not the pedantic type, but I'm allergic to dust.

I need a housekeeper.

Can you take care of the house I live in occasionally?

The city command will pay for it.

I don't know what to say.

I'll have to discuss it with my sister.

Tomorrow morning.

I hate the Germans, I hate them!

-Hush! -But, I hate them!

I'll tell doctor Vasko on you!

Just this?

Lousy piece of shit!

We saw the German in town. In fact, he stopped in the street.

He wants me to work for him. To take care of the house.

Will he pay anything?

He says the city command will pay.

-Of course you'll accept the job. -What do you mean?

What do I mean?! These are hard times.

-We all must bite the bullet. -What about the neighbors?

The neighbors?! Will the neighbors feed us?

Look at Gjorgji! A cripple!

On Friday I'm standing in for Vaska at the opera house.

If you want, you can take the kids. What do you say?

I...know...

It all, mother fucker...

That... This...

Gogi...

-Gjorgji? - Gjorgji, yes.

But... That... This...

-Bul... -A Bulgarian? -Bulga...

Co... -Cop? -Cop!

Tell me! Tell me!

But Gjorgji... No...

Don't want tell...

Bulga... Don't want?

Mother fucker! No, huh?

-Please, don't! - Mother fucker...

-Don't want? Mother fucker! -Please...

-Please... -Come on, tell...

Don't, daddy, please!

Oh, God...

Sweet Mary...

-Don't fight! -Want to go in the woods when we grow up?

Yes, we'll go and we'll kick the Germans' butts.

We'll beat the crap out of them. Cock suckers!

A car's coming! Move away, it will run us over!

-Get in, what are you waiting for? -It's Wacky Vavo! Go, Vavo!

Get in, quickly! Make some room!

Is there any beer in the front?

Give me some beer!

-Who did you pinch the car from? - From a Bulgarian!

The dandy went to get a shave and forgot the keys in the car!

He stormed out of the barber shop, foamed up to the nuts,

and he cursed the hell out of my Gipsy ass!

He threatened to break my other leg!

Let me drive a little!

You? You don't know the first thing about driving!

-So what? -Are you pushing the clutch with the crutch?

I only have my right leg!

Don't just stand there, Donke, don't just stare at me.

You won't get anything if you stare at me.

Don't just stand there, Donke, don't just stare at me.

You won't get anything if you fuck me.

Get out!

-Go on! -My ass is numb!

-What do we do with the car? -Give me your shirt.

-Let me do it! -You're so dumb!

Want to fight? What do you need it for?

What are you going to do?

-Oh my God! -Nutcase!

He'll set it on fire!

So, that's why they call him Wacky Vavo!

Pardon, madame,

your stocking's torn,

but no worries,

in war we are all forlorn.

What is it, bums? Have you come for more beer?

-Two beers, if I may. -Money makes the world go round, my son.

What is it, youngsters?

Who allowed you to drink?

In line.

Attention!

Count, in pairs!

-First! -Second! -First! -Second! -First!

Youngsters, you're our hope.

We must all know who calls the shots.

-Is that clear? -Yes, sir!

We're fighting the commie outlaws.

According to the Geneva Convention,

all those who are against us

will get shot in the head and...

-For Great Bulgaria! Is that clear? -Yes, sir!

What's so funny?

What's so funny?

I'll whack you, son of a bitch!

You shit your pants, huh?

-Fuck off, mother fuckers! -Run, run!

-Quickly! -Go, go, go!

For Great Bulgaria!

Captain, Mrs. Spasovska has arrived.

Mrs. Spasovska, welcome.

Thank you for accepting my offer.

My assistant Schneider will be at your disposal. -Captain.

Sir, I am at your disposal at any time.

I don't know... Begin.

You know best what needs to be done.

-I would like to start working right away. -Alright.

You may begin with the bedroom upstairs, the one with the balcony.

-Let me show you. -No need.

I know this house like the back of my hand.

Is everything in order?

That's my mother.

And the other one is my sister.

I stole your photo from the Bulgarians.

Shall I frame it?

No.

Zoran, where are you off to?

Here's granny!

Easy, Tasin.

Here is your granny!

-Granny, are you alright? -She's fine.

How did you like the ride, granny?

Come on, mommy.

Mommy!

My dear mom!

Sweetheart!

May you be healthy!

Now you're gonna bathe, mister!

-Get your clothes off! -Come on, mommy, easy does it.

Tomorrow I'll bring crutches for your grandma.

-Does it hurt? -No, no.

-Shall I put some tea? -Yes. -Yes?

-Yes. -Ok, slowly. Come on.

Lie down.

Please. Dine with me.

I can't, I apologize. Dinner's waiting at home.

-I insist. -But... -It's boring to dine alone.

Please.

-Bon appetit. -Thank you.

It's great!

It got real cold today.

In Africa it can be terribly hot.

Chekhov.

It's as good as my mother's cooking!

Where's your mother?

In Bremen. That's where we live.

What? Is there anything wrong with Bremen?

My father was a travelling salesman.

Once he brought a beautiful picture book...

about the wonderful state musicians from Bremen.

The jolly bunch! The rooster, the dog, the cat and the donkey!

-It's no good, Anica. Do it again. -Lenche...

-What do you want, Gjorgji? -I want...

That...

This...

What do you mean: 'that, this...'

Lenche...

Lenche, I want...

-This, that... -This, that...

What's the first letter? You know it?

The first letter is P?

Good job, Gjorgji! 'P' stands for what?

Perhaps Peter? Pablo?

-Paulus? -Fuck off...

Is it a thing?

-But, she... -Anica, could you pause for a minute?

-Is it an animal? -No... Yes...

An animal? A piranha? A penguin?

A pig, perhaps?

-Lenche... Come on, ask me... -Let me be, Gjorgji!

Lenche, come on...

Is it a bird?

-Starts with a P? -A P!

-A pigeon? -A pigeon!

-A pigeon! Ok! -Pigeon...

-So? What about it? -A pigeon...

You forgot, huh?

Anica, carry on!

Lenche... Tasin pigeon!

-You mean, Tasin's pigeon. -Tasin pigeon here...

Fine. What about it? Why did you say 'here'?

You want Tasin to bring you a pigeon here? Why?

-You want him to bring you a pigeon so you can eat it? -Yes.

You're off your rocker.

-He would not do it in a million years. -Fuck you!

-You know how he adores his pigeons. -Go, go!

Gjorgji, I can't go! What will I say? Huh?

Say: 'Gjorgji like this...'

-Yeah, right, you're ill, we'll settle it later... -Later!

-Get in, you'll freeze, you fool! -Go! Go!

-Fuck you! Go! -What did you do, you nitwit?

-Fuck you! -Freeze to death, see if I care!

No.

Please don't.

No...

No!

No! Please don't!

Please don't!

No!

-What did you bring? -It's all in there. -Biscuits... Sugar...

Marmalade... What about meat?

No meat.

-There's no wine, either. -Nope.

You drank it all up, huh?

Shame on you!

You go next time!

Why me?

-You're his sweetheart! -You swine! You made me do it!

Look, I merely suggested. Give me the milk.

-I don't have any. -Give it to me! -I don't have any!

You've hidden it!

-Give it to me, I tell you! -I won't!

Your mum's hidden the milk.

-If you find it, it's yours. -Zoran...

My son...

Here... Here...

Choke on it, you tramp!

Pardon, madame, your stocking's torn...

Slow down!

Hey, stop! Mother fucker!

Give me the crutch!

The other one!

You banged up my balls, you assholes!

-You call these marbles balls? -Want to measure them? -Up yours!

-Come here, you... -What's the hurry, you cripple?

-Bibi... -Yes? Can I ask you something?

Fire away.

-You bourgeois idiot! -I'm not a bourgeois!

-Yes, you are! -I'm not!

Your aunt has a piano! -So?

-You are bourgeois! -What's that? -It's a warship captain!

-I didn't know! -So, you admit being bourgeois!

-No! - Hold him down! Admit that your mother is a whore!

-She isn't! -She's putting out for a German!

-She's a whore! -Now you'll see what your mom does with him!

-Admit it! -Let me go!

Guys! Guys!

Our guys have caught Gospodinov! They're taking him to the channel!

-Where? -To the channel!

Don't... Please!

Where is Planinski?

You killed my buddy, you sick motherfucker!

Tell us, who arrested Mitevski?

Gocev.

It wasn't me, I swear!

-What did Potevski say? -Nothing...

-I swear, not a word! -Why did you set him free, then?

The Krout... The Krout insisted.

What did you do with Riste Popovski's faction?

Speak up, you thug!

What did you do?

Some of them got their throats slit...

The others...

You buried alive! You motherfucker!

-What about Riste? -What about Riste?

Who else is on the list?

I don't know! Kill me, I don't know...

We'll kill you, don't worry!

I know only about four people. Kiro Simi...

Risto Kochev, Cena Bogoeva and Trajko Markov.

-And? Who killed them? -Sergeant Molov.

Where?

In warden Trendafilov's office.

-Personally? -Personally, yes.

-They shot him! -Run, they'll see us!

I told you, you may take anything you need.

Lica, I wanted to tell you...

I don't feel well...

Because I...

Mister Müller, I am a married woman.

And, where is your husband?

-He is gone. -Is he with the partisans?

Don't worry...

I understand.

It's war.

-Good bye. -Good bye.

-What are you doing here? -I'll tell mom everything!

-Bugger off. -Mommy, Zoran's got a gun!

-I'll kill you! -A real gun! He wants to kill me, mommy!

What are you doing? Leave it... Who let...

You are nu... You are nuts!

If I catch you, I'll break your neck!

When I catch you...

Lica...

Lica, honey, what's going on?

-I won't hit you, I'll trash you! -What's this? What's going on?

Your monkey was beating Anica! He threatened her with a gun!

-With a hand grenade! -I never laid hands on her!

-You're a nut cake! -Zoran, get down, no one will harm you.

First I want her to promise me that she'll stop whacking me.

-Nobody will whack you, I promise. -Yeah, right, nobody.

A few days ago, he locked up Anica in a cellar.

She was alone with the rats for three hours!

And he wants me to promise... To promise...

That I won't hit him! Come here, you!

Leave my kid alone, you bitch!

Lenche, come on!

For God's sake... Lenche...

-He a kid! Kid! -What do you mean, a kid?

A kid?! He's playing with guns and grenades! Kid my ass!

Don't beat him black and blue!

-He's a thug! -Watch your mouth!

He's stealing from the church! He's embarrassing us!

-You're batshit crazy! -You'll end up hanged!

As long as he eats my bread in my house, I'm in charge!

Whose bread? Whose bread is he eating?

-He's my kid! -He'll obey me!

Mrs. Spasovska!

Your salary.

Captain Müller will be out of town for some time.

Fuck you... Whore!

Why do they have rings around their legs?

Those are carrier pigeons.

The ring wraps around the message,

and then it returns it home.

The pigeon never forgets its birthplace.

It always comes back to the spot where it saw the light of day.

These birds cost an arm and a leg.

For a pigeon like that I can even get a horse!

Come, let's eat.

-Why aren't you at school? -I quit.

And I'm not going back.

-You can't stay here forever. -I won't.

-I'll take to the woods. -What will you do there?

I'll go to my dad's.

I'll tell your folks you're here.

I don't care.

Tasin... Get up!

The kid... The kid!

-Zoran! -Get up! Get up!

-Run away! -Tasin, come with us!

Let me go, it's too late! Run!

Come on! Go, pigeons!

Fly! Fly!

Fly freely and tell me what is going on!

Zoran, come on!

Granny, you're disgusting!

Haven't you seen teeth before?

Don't you ever run away from home again!

-Promise me! -I promise.

My aunt has bought me second hand shoes.

But, they give me blisters.

I don't know who I got the big feet from.

Mommy says I got them from my dad.

I want my dad to return as soon as possible.

Maybe he'll never return.

Zoran...

Come here.

You know I'm edgy, right?

Sometimes I beat you, and then I feel bad.

-But you know that I love you, right? -Yes.

-Do you forgive me? -I do.

-Do you love your auntie? -I do.

Come here for a hug.

Now, go to Mr. Dimcho, tell him I need it for tonight. Go.

How do you like the Krout?

Stone the Krout! Stone him!

Stone the enemy!

-Have at you! -Are you running away?

-Keep on running! -Running away, huh?

Mr. Dimcho, this is from my aunt.

Can you bake it? For tonight?

-Yes, kiddo. Come in an hour. -Didn't the Kraut bring you enough?

-Let him be, he's only a child. -It's not the child's fault

that his mum is a slut, but what can you do.

...In Skopje for the needs of the liberation army.

-Yarn... 500 kg. -Give it to me! -Kids!

Shoes... 510 pairs... Cigarettes, 563 boxes...

-What is it, Gjorgji? -Over here!

Stalin...

-Stalin... -Our folks are advancing!

You haven't put on that dress in ages!

You forgot the basket!

Fascist idiots!

We'll chase them down to Berlin, fascist mother fuckers!

You look like her a bit.

You won't refuse me, surely?

Hana Richter.

I don't know it.

I have...

Captain Miller, is everything OK?

I am OK!

-We are reporting this to the command! -No!

-Do you need anything else? -No, I don't need nothing.

Where have you been?

Sleep.

I was dreaming about Renata.

Maybe they haven't killed her after all.

Mom, stop working for the German.

Please.

Chocolate...

We don't have any!

We don't have any choco, grandma.

Chocolate...

Grandma...

You... Lochocate, lochocate...

But we haven't any!

Lenche, Lenche, fuck you!

Always go, always go...

And grandma keep talk... What's this?

Bingo, I have, I have...

Fucking hell...

-Chocolate... -Shut the fuck up!

When I...

-Chocolate... -Let me see you now, whore!

Let me see you now! Let me see you...

For fuck's sake...

Come on... What? What?

-It hurts, it hurts... -Granny...

Oh, granny... Granny...

I don't have choco, granny...

Lenche have choco, I no have choco...

-I want chocolate! -Shut up! Shut it!

Shut up!

Shut your gob, you whore!

Gjorgji! Leave my mom alone! You drunk fool!

You keep going places!

And granny just say...

Leave it!

-Leave the rakija! -Bug off!

Mommy!

Mommy, are you ok?

I met Olga in town.

-And? -They've arrested Kiril.

They've beaten him up.

Good for him.

-Agent Gocev beat him up. -Dear me...

Lenche... Me too!

Lenche, Bulgarian say...

'Georgi, I know it all!'

But Lenche, I don't want...

No... No...

And Bulgarian say: 'Gjorgji, you motherfucker!'

'Confess, you motherfucker!'

'Here!'

And no... No...

-And if Kiril dies? -No big deal.

Me, you, granny, everyone!

Olga's really unhappy.

Me too, Lenche... Me too...

-Gjorgji, come on! 'Me, me, me!' -Fuck you!

-Chocolate! -I'll give you some now, granny...

Leave granny alone!

Granny! Granny! Lenche has choco!

-What do I have? -Lenche has choco! -He's lying, mother!

-Yes, she does! -He's lying, mother! He's lying!

-Don't you dare lie! -She's got choco!

Lenche, eat it! Eat it!

Where do I have chocolate?

Fuck you!

Lie grandma! Lie kid!

Lenche eat!

I'll rip your guts out, you asshole!

Asshole...

But you...To me...

Everyone in this house eats more chocolate than me!

-I'll rip your guts out! -No, Lenche, no...

-Give pussy! Give pussy! -Gjorgji...

Let me go, you pig! Let me go, Gjorgji!

The Germans have burnt everything down.

The Gypsies have ran away.

The bear didn't want to run away, so they wasted her.

And ditched her somewhere.

When I grow up, I'll join the partisans.

By the time you grow up, the war will be over.

It will all go to hell.

-Why there'll be no more war? -Just because.

Some will win, some will lose, it will all go to hell.

And, what will happen to us?

No idea.

Our God is blessed,

in eternity, now and forever, and in all time,

we still pray for eternal peace of the deceased,

the servant of God, Vida,

may all her sins be pardoned, willful or not.

God, be merciful. God, be merciful.

God, be merciful. God, be merciful.

An hour ago we received a telegram from the main command.

We are ordered to retreat immediately.

Russian formations, reinforced by Macedonian Tito partisans,

have launched a counterattack.

We must leave Skopje within two hours.

The armored units are departing right away.

We are retreating towards Nish.

Wait for me here!

This is mad. Mad!

Hello.

Is Lica home?

The partisans are about to enter Skopje.

We were ordered to retreat.

Come with me.

No.

You can't stay here...

They'll kill you. They'll kill you because of me.

So what?

I'd wanted to...

Hands in the air! Put your hands up!

Dushan will judge you!

Come on, come on! Schnell! Come on!

-Come on! -Get the hell out! Schnell!

Zoran, they'll kill your mother. She was whoring with the German!

It's over, old man. It's over!

Come on, schnell!

Why didn't you tell her?

If I were you, I'd cut of her pussy!

Move, move, move!

Stop!

Halt!

Come on, Zoran, shoot him!

Kill him, avenge your mother!

You pussy!

Got a fag?

-No, buddy. -Come on, boy, it's over!

Good bye, forgive me, my people,

I'm off to fight.

There he is! Wave!

You're really back!

Where have you been?

Come, follow me! Here, here!

Brother-in-law!

Welcome!

Come on, have some rakija!

Welcome everybody!

Cheers!

Cheers! Cheers, everyone!

Bravo, you guys! We're free at last!

Where are you going?

Is he asleep?

I woke up at 3 a. m.

I didn't dream anything.

I realized that I had understood the meaning of life.

At first, it seemed like blood trickling through thickened sludge.

My brain was getting filled with coagulated blood,

and my neurons were dying off one after another.

Then my arteries hardened and my heart stopped. It died.

It burst into slimy lunar vomit that permeated the universe.

Son...

I didn't get a word you said.

-Want to ride the horse? -Yes.

Let's go.

When do you want to have lunch?

At one.