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WELL TEMPERED CORPSES

You fucking with me, Safet?

Risto, give me a break, please.

You've been fucking me with these tapestries for 5 years.

Horses at a watering place,

Quattro Stagioni, Ship in a Bottle.

Ship in a Storm, you stupid unlettered peasant.

And you are as smart as a curator.

We're not working in a museum, but in a morgue.

If you don't like it, kiss it and leave it.

Where the hell should I go?

To your family in Serbia?

It's great prosperity there, rich life, famous brands:

Nike, Marlboro, Levis...

- Safet, child of fetus? - Fetus.

All you need is to start cloning people.

Risto, don't babble.

Who's babbling, man? I'm just trying to open your eyes.

Take a look at your countrymen, start up some business.

Money change, geld wechsel, cambio valute...

Get brother Risto in, as well.

Fuck it. Like talking to the wall.

You'll die with this Willer.

I'm already over him. Now, I'm an artist.

Excuse me, artist, for not recognizing you.

You better get your money ready, It's almost 1:00 PM

and we've only got one. You're still three short.

I've been begging you for months to start betting,

and that's how you thank me

for giving meaning to your social life.

We've got some more work. Three stiffs, fresh ones.

Excuse me artist, what time did you say it was?

That's what you get when you bet against a pro!

Safet, you fool from Serbia, what was your bet, mate?

Artist, show me the colour of money.

This one's the last! You will not insult me any more!

Safet, watch! Bosnian Bank of Risto.

I'm as full of money as a ship... in a bottle.

- In a storm! - Storm, bottle... Who cares?!

Look, I need a couple of tapestries for living room.

One upright and the other flat. Can we make a deal?

Risto, please, get down to work!

Old Marxist doctrine tells us that work made man

but leisure makes a gentleman.

Gentleman Risto, glad to meet you.

Just counting. One, two, three, four...

Even in English there are four.

In German too!

Strange, in all languages it's four!

Hurry up! Come!

83 kg. You gained weight on your leave, ha?!

Next, please!

How about you? Can't you see the cue?

Come on, Hikmet!

A bit more than 95 kilos.

We'll make it 100 kg, to make the calculation easier.

Why don't you make it 90 kg, to make it easier.

Do you have a problem Hikmet? Don't interrupt me!

You are stopping me from concentrating. Now I forgot!

A hundred kilos... three pfennigs a kilo...

300 pfennigs each way... there and back... 600 pfennigs.

Give me six marks.

Hurry up, Hikmet. As you've never been here before!

You see people are waiting!

My name is Merima Kucuk, and my dad calls me sonny Meri.

We got this tractor from some Dutch humanitarians.

They are supposed to help peasants in Bosnia, or so?!

They say they'll give us everything,

we just have to work.

Dad took the tractor and kept quiet.

He immediately knew there'd be no ploughing.

No one goes to the field: every square meter is mined!

You can't even spit without setting of a mine.

Dad did some thinking.

The tractor was resting for three months.

It was all dusty but dad was still thinking.

It became rusty when dad thought of something.

Trains haven't been running for ten years

and dad founded a company Kucuk-Vranduk Railways.

Kucuk is a surname, Vranduk is a village.

The tracks were empty until dad came up with something.

And, here we are: we leave Vranduk at 6.00 AM

and back from Sarajevo at 1.00 PM. We don't earn much

but dad says we have somehow broken even on the plus side.

My dad always had a head for business.

Braco Hadzic.

A doctor.

One would say: a tough guy!

See this behind me? Envera Hadzic, my wife.

I've been waking up beside her for more than 15 years now,

every morning asking myself: what am I doing here?

I should divorce immediately.

Shouldn't have married in the first place.

I was young, stupid and horny,

she was a student from the provinces,

a nice piece of ass. This is it, I reckoned!

And look at me now.

15 years!

It seems it was good for her. As they say in "Remember Dolly Bell?" film:

Every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better.

That's certainly her case. Look at her now, a minister!

Yes, minister! Can you imagine that?

Fuck such a country! That's why we are where we are.

I thought up the perfect murder,

like in films, you know...

She falls off a cliff, unclear circumstances, no witnesses.

I'd have a perfect alibi - doctor on duty.

But I don't have the balls to do it.

If something would hit her on the head, at least.

A flower pot, an icicle or an asteroid...

Just to set me free.

My name is Dario Gospodnetic.

I'm chief of stuff of the Minister of traffic.

An economist by profession. After graduation,

I went to Leiden, Netherlands for my postgraduate studies.

From time to time I used to make a trip to Amsterdam.

There, I once met a guy who's now on the car horn.

Rijad Cengic, great guy! An architect. Hello, grandma.

He came to Amsterdam for a week,

met me and stayed for a year.

We came to Sarajevo because job in Ministry was waiting for me.

From an emigrant's point of view the return is always...

For Rijad things were better there, he'd return gladly.

He isn't happy here. He only managed to get a job

in a design office as an ordinary draughtsman.

The boss is an idiot.

He doesn't even let him design a garage.

And all that for 400 marks.

Slowly, slowly.

You morons. You'll kill a man!

Let's go once again.

Let me explain two things:

The first is the GOLF you've seen. Diesel GOLF.

The second one is the picture on the wall.

The picture and the GOLF share a similarity.

How? Like this:

My husband Srecko, who you'll meet later on,

took the engine from the GOLF and makes a plane.

Why? Our daughter Franka has been living in New York

for over ten years now.

You can't get to New York by GOLF, but by plane...

I'm crazy, I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Maria Piplica, Srecko's wife.

Srecko, two Turkish coffees coming down. Stronger!

Roger.

- Sonny Meri, warm up the locomotive. - Understand!

Oh, good morning, Mr. Ferid. Did you sleep well?

We shan't weight you. RTU Kucuk-Vranduk always has

a free seat for a gentleman like you. VIP lounge.

No, thanks. I'll pay like every one else.

We won't go bust because of one ticket.

You're not just anyone to me! How's your old mom?

- Well, she died two months ago. - Did she? Terrible...

This business, the stress... Please, the VIP lounge.

Ruzdija, hurry. We'll be late starting.

Don't you meddle in the timetable, Hikmet.

Next, please.

What are you waiting for, doc? We'll be late because of you.

Mr. Rudzija, could I buy a monthly ticket?

I've enrolled for a higher degree in Sarajevo.

- What degree? - A master's degree in ungulates.

But I have to travel every day.

- Could I get a monthly ticket? - Are you messing with me?

Everyone in Vranduk knows that you tend to put on weight!

Even during the war you didn't lose any!

I give you a monthly rate, and you're 10 kg heavier overnight.

Don't say a word. Step on the scales.

You think I am a fool or what?

Let me see... Five marks.

How come it's five today? It was four yesterday.

See? And you want a monthly? You gain by the hour!

- By the minute, dad. - That's right, sonny.

He'll need a weight check this afternoon in Sarajevo!

What are you waiting for? Give me the money, man.

- I'll have an M.A. with or without monthly. - Next!

God have mercy on us. Just as if we were livestock.

Don't nag, Tidza.

Five forty.

You charge me even for the return of the chickens

that I'll, God willing, sell in Sarajevo.

- Sell or not, it's 5.40. - It's a daylight robbery.

You charged man a return ticket even if he stays in Sarajevo.

- You cheated Hikmet for 5 kilos. - Easy, Tidza!

You refused to give the doctor a monthly ticket.

You think Tidza is blind? I see what's going on!

- Tidza sees all! - You see, huh? - I see!

Now you're going nowhere. Take the bus. Let me see

whether they'll drive you to Sarajevo with all that cattle.

Get off those scales!

- And it's three times as expensive, dad! - Yes, sonny!

Let her take the bus so she'll see who Rudzija is!

That's what you mean? That Tidza's dumb?

People, do you see that? Will anyone help poor Tidza?

- I told you, catch the bus! - Let her on. It's sawab!

I'm doing this only because of him.

The money!

- Five? - Five forty.

And don't say a word!

Oh, here you are, mister. No pondering for you.

10 marks.

Here you are!

Are you sane? Chickens in the VIP? Get out of there!

She fucks you around, you let her on and she goes straight

to the VIP with the chickens. No one does that!

Sonny Meri, let's go. We don't wait for anyone.

We keep better time than the Swedes.

You mean the Swiss? They're the ones who are never late.

And the Swedes are running late?

- Don't give me that shit, Sead. - That's right, dad.

- Boy, where's your dad? - Taking a shit!

Taking a shit? We're off.

- Dad, Ruzdija is off! - Sonny Meri, let's go.

Ruzdija, wait! I bought the ticket!

Braco, did you pay the loan installment yesterday?

- You forgot to give me money. - This should cover it.

With the change buy yourself "Animal kingdom" pictures.

What are you doing? Would you like to destroy 1000 marks?

- Where does one keeps money? - In a wallet.

- Go and put it in the wallet. - I was thinking of coffee first.

Put the money away first and then think later!

Look, an idiot hits his own wife on the head with an axe!

Where's that coffee?

M.S.(40) killed his wife D.S.(41) as she slept.

The murder took place in a family house,

in which the couple had been living for 15 years.

All who knew him are astonished,

since he was a spit image of a husband and a neighbour.

The world's full of maniacs.

And here's an article about me.

Read it so I can hear what I said.

According to her, a successful macro-economic policy is based

on mutual confidence between investors and end-users.

In certain areas that confidence is much greater,

due to the latest events, emphasized minister Hadzic.

- Well? - Well what?

Keep reading.

- That's all. - What do you mean?

That's all. Have a look.

These journalists!

That's why this country's in such a mess.

I spoke for 45 minutes, d'you understand?

Go on, read it again.

According to her...

Every early morning paper reading to mum, ha?

Girl, you should be more careful how you treat your father.

You should be more careful how you treat my father!

Did you hear this? It's all your fault.

And you know why it's your fault?

Because you're a waverer and a wimp.

You need a firm hand to bring up children.

God forbid he should have a firm hand, too.

Yours can cover the whole region.

Why don't you give such an answers in school?

Leave my school alone. I'm not Braco.

Braco, what have you got to say about this?

- She's not that bad in school. - Who asked you that?!

Envera... Mum, the money you promised me...

Leave my wallet alone. I'm not Braco.

Well dad, sometimes I feel sorry for you,

but sometimes I think you don't deserve any better.

Alma, let me alone, please!

Actually, it's not her that's to blame, it's you.

You let her go on like that.

She squashes you like an insect!

Do you have any personality at all?

Oh God. I have her personality. Happy now?

- How much money do you need? - Wow, where did you get money?

How much money you need?

At least fifty, a hundred would do.

Pay the loan installment and keep the change.

As if you don't know that creep has a grudge on me.

- He just waits for a reason to fire me. - What a shame!

Are you designing bob-sleigh course for the Olympics?

It's the only job I've got.

Then you could at least change clothes after five days!

Well, you change it five times a day.

You could cut down smoking. The car smells terrible.

Police will arrest us. This isn't Amsterdam.

Exactly. This is not Amsterdam but last Balkan shithole.

If it weren't for your job, we'd still be in Amsterdam.

What's the matter with you? What have I done to you?

Well, you started this.

I came here because of you.

DON GUIDO plays in FIS tonight.

You're going to Zagreb tomorrow?

I'll be back in two days.

- Tonight? - Well, we'll see.

Are you crazy? We'll get beaten!

This is Sarajevo, not Amsterdam!

That's the problem.

Diesel. How can diesel fly, dear Srecko?

Do you hear it, Zaim? Purrs like a pussy.

I hear it, but you don't hear me!

I say one thing, you something else. For a whole year now!

The neighbours will be here soon.

We'll get it up to the roof.

I'll be in the air by noon... and in the history.

Mind you don't end up in a hospital by noon.

In a month, when the engine's well tempered, God willing,

I'll fly across the Atlantic, just like that Lindbergh,

to visit my daughter in America.

I haven't seen her in ten years!

It was a war and she went there as a refugee.

I know, but you better don't die before you see her again.

The girl will come back, if God wishes so,

she is not the problem. This pile of junk is.

- How will this fly? - If you talk to me like that,

imagine what Lindbergh had to listen.

Sit, let's have a coffee in peace.

Listen to me!

Dear passengers, welcome aboard Vranduk-Sarajevo line.

Our journey will take 43 min at 27 km/ph.

The weather is so... So.

In case of rain or any other tempest, I draw your attention

to two boxes under your seats.

In the A box you'll find a raincoat which we put on

like this. Watch.

Firstly hand A, then hand B.

There, two hands.

B box contains an M70 umbrella which opens like this.

Semi-automatic.

Tunnel ahead. Close your eyes. Now!

Open your eyes. Now!

Mr. Hikmet, does this cheese stinks even when you eat it?

Quiet, Sead.

Come on, please. We don't have to listen to the same story every morning.

Mind it's not the last morning you hear it, Sead.

Where was I?

After rain or any other tempest...

Yes, after rain or any other tempest,

please return everything as you found it.

Or else you'll be excluded from our passenger service.

In other words, you'll walk.

On behalf of our company, I wish you a pleasant trip.

- Good morning. - What's up? - Morning. Nothing big.

At noon you have a meeting with EU.

- I know. What else? - A massage at 1:00 PM.

- Should I reschedule the massage? - Reschedule the EU.

Joke. I'll be quick, we've been preparing for two months.

- And? - TV show at 8:30 PM.

- Don't forget to tape it for me. - I won't.

Today's newspapers. There's a short piece on you.

I'm not interested. They make the country what it is.

I hope you didn't forget- we travel to Zagreb tomorrow.

We'll have to go by plane. Where are all the trains?

You have a great opportunity to discuss that with the EU.

If it was up to me, we'd go by train long ago.

- I'm afraid of flying. - But, Srecko Piplica is not.

- Fruit cup. - What Srecko?

That boring man who's constructing a diesel plane.

Will that idiot really fly?

Diesel hasn't flown yet... But here, anything is possible.

This is no weather for flying. Some sunshine some rain.

- Only snow is missing. - You just stay calm.

- Srecko knows what he does. - Lightning will strike you.

Listen to me:

A cold, dry front from the Urals

will weaken the humid anticyclone front

that has been the cause for changeable weather.

It will be cloudy but stabile and without precipitation.

That's morning's forecast. If they are wrong, I am too.

OK. Even if there is no rain,

how are you going to get that half-ton of iron up in the air?

If diesel was meant to fly

don't you think they would've done it already?

Petrol couldn't fly either, until someone made it.

Look, power of a piston engine turns into the pulling power

needed to keep the airplane in the air,

if the plane itself is already in the air.

That's the catch.

To get past that critical speed of the plane,

we have to go to the terrace. Do you understand?

Once I'm shoved off the terrace, I'm in the air.

That's, De facto, take-off and landing strip.

Oh, will you then land on the terrace?

What terrace? I'm not that idiot.

That's us. I take off from here.

I stay in the air for 17 minutes.

I daren't carry more fuel.

I fly and fly. See this plain? That's where I land.

I've calculated everything.

You know me, I leave nothing to coincidence.

Think about it one more time, please Srecko.

Srecko, I've tested the elevator. It works.

He tested it on me and almost killed me.

Wow, it looks great. 1600 cc. GOLF's engine.

- Has it ever been in a crash? - Not yet.

Lutvo, don't touch anything. He'd break even a shovel.

- What do we do first, neighbor? - Well, the time is the time!

- Let's get the engine out first. - Come on and God bless!

Hallo intellectuals, come down! Fuck your accordion!

Quickly!

Sorry to interrupt you. Do you study courts?

- Law. I'm studying law. - That's what I meant.

You know, I'm going to the Ministry of Rails today.

I wrote a request to them. Can I read it to you?

To give me an opinion.

It's very important to me, you know.

Dear passengers, welcome...

It's not that. Got mixed up.

Here it is.

Honoured comrades and ministers,

most of all I wish you good health, luck

and business successes.

You know, I have to make them soft in the beginning.

It's been three months since I, Rudzija Kucuk,

with my daughter Merima,

have renewed the Vranduk-Sarajevo rail line.

We have 13 standing places and just as many seats,

which makes almost more than 30 places.

The fact that I was first to have renewed the line,

gives me the right to be the first to apply for the

privatisation of this section of 21,7 km or 43,4 km

in both directions. I should be accurate, right?

For this purpose, I'm offering you

30.000 certificates that me and my daughter Merima have.

Excuse me, I don't know it by heart.

Once we're out of the Tunnel, I'll continue.

Close your eyes!

Open your eyes! Listen.

This is not my final offer. I leave opened the possibility

of a fair agreement. Stay healthy and joyful,

manager of Vranduk-Kucuk Railways, Rudzija Kucuk.

- Well? - Well what?

The request, fuck it?

A, request? Great. Perfect. But you should print it.

I should have what?

Well, you shouldn't write it by hand.

What was I supposed to write it with? My foot?

Don't give me that shit, Ferid.

All I needed is rain.

Follow the instructions!

Put on the raincoats and open the umbrellas!

This one's OK. Hang on a moment.

What is this? Where is the wall gone?

You move walls like David Copperfield!

But, he's not that daft to move a retaining wall.

This is a supporting wall!

The whole thing will collapse.

Well, well, we've got another illusionist.

Only, you move time not walls like your colleague.

But, I practice magic occasionally, too.

You used to have a job, now you don't.

Pick up your stuff, I don't want to see you here again.

Say hello to Dario for me.

QUEER

By 8.00 AM tomorrow, I want to see

that wall back where it belongs, clear?

See this computer?

Now you don't see it.

Neither that.

Take off your glasses!

Take them off or I will do it!

I should've beaten him up, that fucking queer!

Close your umbrellas, take off your raincoats.

Put everything where you found it.

This could only happen here! You pay expensive ticket

and get to Sarajevo wet as a waterfall!

Close that umbrella, take off your coat and don't bullshit!

You should be ashamed!

You rob us and then you insult us as well!

Who robs you, you fucking psycho?

Everyone knows who robs. The one who's got all this.

Did you perhaps earn all this honestly?

Eh, just let us have a proper train,

so we can travel like human beings and not like cattle!

- Keep it calm, dad. - You see these ten fingers?

I've earned all with these fingers

and now I'm going to strangle you with them.

I'm going to wring your neck just like a chicken.

Like that hen of yours!

Where are you girl, for God sake? We'll all get killed!

It seems I'm the most competent person here.

You're scared, Ferid, or what? Keep his head.

Slowly, slowly. Put him in one position.

Get away, you fool.

Whatever you weighed, you won't do it anymore.

Mr. Khoja, this is your case.

Miss Merima, please accept my sincere condolences.

Your dad is dead.

Fuck you, idiot! He dies all the time.

In ten minutes he'll be back to himself again.

We'll get killed, people! Locomotive is running by itself!

Look Miss, with 15 years of experience as a veterinarian

I declare Ruzdija dead.

- 15 years! - Yeah?

Shove them up your arse!

It's the 8th time this year. We've organized two funerals.

He killed us financially. Funerals are expensive today!

Once khoja read his prayers he doesn't return money.

That he awoke as if he didn't die,

khoja doesn't give a fuck.

Come on, who did ever have two funerals?

We even bought him a burial plot. A nice one, with a view.

I bought a tombstone that I have to throw away.

It had the year he died engraved on it - last year.

That's when he first died. Then we didn't buy anymore.

They stopped his pension, too, that time.

A dead man can't receive his pension, they said.

He can eat but he can't get his pension. Clever.

Afterwards, we took him to the doctors.

They said, dad's a phenomenon.

It was exactly as if he'd died, but he hadn't.

The girl's under stress. You don't lose father every day.

Today it's a bit longer. Maybe he bloated.

We'll all die, people!

What's been going on, sonny Meri?

Nothing, dad.

The one with the hens got you mad and you died a little.

What's up Sead? You reckoned Ruzdija'd snuffed it,

and went straight into the VIP, ha?

Get lost to the first class!

- He really is a phenomenon. - Get lost!

Thanks God he stopped it. We could all get killed.

Leave the train.

Don't, Ruzdija. You won't leave me in the wild!

Didn't you hear me? Get off the train.

I won't die all over again because of you.

Leave her on board, Ruzdija. She paid the ticket.

Where is your ticket, Ferid?

Close the umbrella, take off your coat and get out!

Don't! Don't you remember when we were young?

Get out!

Sonny Meri, drive.

Tidza forgot her chickens.

- Srecko, shell I bring the coffee now or later? - Now.

Make some lemonade, too. Champagne on the terrace.

- Slowly, slowly. - I didn't do anything.

You'd break a shovel! Hold it! I'm holding everything!

You too. You never let go of your accordion.

Why do you keep playing that shit whole day? What's that?

- Russian anthem. - What does it have to do with this?

What does an American have?

Who mentioned the American, you moron.

- Play ours, at least! - We don't have an anthem!

- Lutvo, it's your turn. - Guys, let's do it slowly.

Three, four...

Yes, Srecko! You're the man!

Neighbour, what's that erecting?

It's my plane erecting, neighbour Janka.

It's erecting, Janka. Constantly erecting.

- Now, everything is ready. - I'm not sure, Srecko.

Trains haven't been running for ten years.

We have to ask why.

The problems didn't begin with this government.

Mr. Sikirlic, ask yourself what did we inherit

two years ago when I got in charge of the Office.

There is no comparison to what was two years ago

when you ran the Office, Mr. Sikirlic.

Let's manner parliamentary. Let Mrs. Hadzic finish.

We expect a contract with our strategic partners

that will guarantee us an easy transition.

The Office was opened for fresh and new ideas.

No one can say that he found a door closed.

I will not go into details but I have to say:

in a tender, published back in March this year,

we invited foreign investors to bid their offers...

- What is it? - Hello, boss. Hamo, from reception desk.

- What's the matter, Hamo? - We have a problem, boss.

Some peasant wants to see you.

He says he wants to privatise 43 km of railway. -43.4.

I tried to explain to him but he won't listen.

- Let me talk to her. - What should I do?

- Hallo, what about I.D.? - Youngster, I.D!

What rudeness! I feel like beating him.

You youngster, get out. My boss said so.

- How? - She doesn't have time for this bullshit. Out!

But, I drive a train.

One would privatise the rails, the other fly with diesel...

What a fucked up country. God save us!

And to retain the number of employees.

I can say that the bids have what I've talked about.

- What is it now, Hamo? - How did you know it's me?

What is it, Hamo?

The one that came to privatise the railway...

What's with him? Didn't I tell you to throw him out?

You did, boss. But, as we tried to, he had a stroke.

- Heart? - Yes, he died.

So, why are you calling me? Call the ambulance!

Excuse me, boss.

I'm leaving.

Wait. Why aren't you at work now?

I don't have a job and any fucking reason to stay here.

Calm down, Rijad. Everything will be all right.

It'll be all right as soon as I get away.

I've decided. If you want to come with me, fine.

- If you don't, I'm sorry. - OK, tell me all about it.

What are you doing with that joint? Are you crazy?

- You want me to lose job, too? - You call this a job?

Writing speeches for this cow, keeping files on when she's at

hairdressers, chiropodists, when she has her period?

- Is that what you call a job? - You're going to far, Rijad.

Go home, calm down. We'll talk it over this evening, OK?

I'm afraid, I haven't time. I'm leaving tonight.

As for you, just watch out for your job.

If you're still interested, from tomorrow on

I'll be on our natural address. In Amsterdam.

We'll have to repeat.

Ready? Action!

Dear friends and neighbours. As you already know,

I've been working for more than a year,

to crown my career as a researcher and an innovator.

Modesty prevents me from saying that after such a

project, all that's left is... to become a legend.

- And an item in the obituaries. - Don't tempt fate, Menso.

Ever since the times of Icarus and Daedalus

man has dreamed of flying.

The Wright brothers made the dream come true.

You must be wondering now what I'm doing here?

I mean, when they already succeeded with this.

Today, on this historical day,

man will fly a diesel plane for the first time.

For this purpose, to achieve this historical goal,

I've constructed this single-engine,

propeller-driven piston-engined single-seater.

A diesel single-seater, SEVA!

Shall we have a quick shag?

SEVA is a landmark in the theoretical basis

of aviation technology.

From now on, nothing will be the same as before.

Just imagine the savings to be made in propellant.

A ticket to New York won't cost 1000 $ anymore,

but only 100 $.

And we all know how this wretched war

forced so many children to leave homes.

Our families are scattered from Australia to America.

Thanks to SEVA, I'm already packing my suitcase...

to visit my daughter. We haven't seen her for 10 years.

- What was that, Fako? - Where have you been, Rijad?

I've been calling you all day.

They came at 8.00 AM, right after you left.

They broke down the door, the police was also there.

They made an inventory and ordered ejectment.

I told them, "Hold on, he's young, an expert,

and a combatant. You can't force him out just like that".

A guy from municipality said that's the law.

He can file an appeal, but appeal doesn't stay execution of the eviction notice.

What could I do? Sit down here and look after your things.

That's good brandy.

It's all fucked up, man?

It couldn't have happened in Tito's days.

You didn't dare look a combatant in the eyes!

Not to mention to throw him out like that?!

What did you fight for for God's sake?

This brandy's fucking good.

That's one small flight for me

but one giant flight for Bosnia.

Through development of the SEVA, Bosnia will provide

the cheapest transoceanic and charter flights.

Unfortunately, I don't see the gentlemen from the Ministry.

- Fuck them! - Calm down!

They can't be proud of that.

They can't say they didn't know.

I've personally informed Minister Hadzic several times.

As we all see, we don't see her today.

It won't be any surprise if tomorrow they are the first

to claim the credit for the whole project.

My neighbour! Neighbour!

Dario, come in.

Well, how about drink?

What happened? Did you accept their demands?

I had to, Dario. Even that was not easy to achieve.

Tell Mr. Jansen it was nice doing business with him.

He was tough negotiator, but nevertheless,

we are rather satisfied.

I hope the railway system will get a worthy licensee.

Unfortunately, I must leave you now.

My associates will keep on working with you.

I'm already late for important government meeting.

Take care of everything and please keep things under control.

I'm afraid, everything is already out of control.

Prepare the contract and mind your own business!

Late for a massage, huh?

It must be said that behind SEVA are only myself

and my lifetime's companion Maria.

Without her, none of this would have been possible,

and I take this opportunity to thank her.

Don't, please. I've nothing to do with this.

But, the time is the time.

What's that?

So you don't get a cold.

He's got a third tonsil!

Srecko, If I were younger, this would be a two-seater.

Well done, Zaim!

He just grabbed at his chest and fell to the ground.

Boss, they took away that peasant I bothered you about.

Whom, Hamo?

That man who wanted to privatise the railways.

I'm having a bit of lunch break, too.

She's a true patriot. Would give her blood for Bosnia.

Shall we get to business? Time is money.

I understand. There's nothing more to do.

You two have already cleared everything.

- I don't understand. - Yes, you do!

From tomorrow on I'll be on my right address.

- In Amsterdam. - Dario, are you crazy?

What are you staring at?

You see, neighbour Janka! It's erecting. Turn around.

- What you fucking want here? - He's taking off.

Fuck such a fucker!

I practiced the song for you.

Thank you.

The idiot flies, man!

You came to see how he'd crash.

Mrs. Maria, my congratulations.

Well, he flew into the Guinness Book of Records.

We deserved it.

GOLF's 1600 cc engine. No wonder.

- Where did he disappear? - Did he take a parachute, sir?

Easy now, don't panic. Srecko has a strict plan.

He'll land on this plain after 17 minutes.

Mrs. Maria, don't you worry now.

It'd be a real waste of such a well tempered engine.

Mother!

Franka!

Who gave you a driving license, you cow?

- Eat shit! - You too!

You should've taken him straight to the cold storage!

I'll see what he wants, you prepare this one.

Name: Uros. Why are you grouching, old man?

Which year you were born? Do they still live?

Doctor, I want to live.

You see, this one's 25 and doesn't want to,

although he could. He jumped from a skyscraper, instead.

And that one's old like a turtle

but still wants to live.

Why didn't you change, for God sake?

- Doctor. - Say it. - Sign this so I can take him downstairs.

Did I pay the last loan installment?

At least here she could give me some peace.

Doctor, they brought your wife.

She must be dead to come here. I just got an SMS from her.

- She's seriously wounded. - She? Impossible!

I don't know whether you'll believe me,

but they say a plane hit her.

I just say what I heard.

- I'm as full of money as a ship in a bottle. - In a storm!

Storm, bottle... Who cares.

Look, I need a couple of tapestries for living room.

One upright and the other flat.

Could we work something out?

Risto, please, get down to work!

Old Marxist doctrine tells us that work made man

but leisure makes a gentleman.

Gentleman Risto, glad to meet you.

Just counting. One, two, three, four...

Even in English there are four.

Even in German. In all languages!

Hallo.

Neighbour, you look like a speed-train hit you.

Safet! Do you know where I got this banknote?

Don't make a fuss about it.

Do you know how it's called?

Easy business, but lucrative.

- Risto, give back my money. - Are you went mad?

Can you tell me where my wardrobe is?

I'm as cold as pussy.

Nice morgue. In Zenica... it's as cold as in a grave.

Last time I almost caught pneumonia. Nearly died.

- What time is it? - Half past one.

Fuck it, I am late with my train.

It's not fair to the travellers.

You're really nice couple, but I have to go.

Wait a second! Where are you off to?

We've signed for you and now you want to leave?

If they look and you aren't here, it's Risto's fault.

They will say that Risto got drunk and mislaid a corp.

You can't go until a doctor pronounce you alive.

Risto, call a doctor. You sit down.

What is to be pronounced? I was wrongly accused of death.

I'm alive, you see! Don't call, young man!

Risto, call. You sit down.

Doctor, we have a dead man who wants to go home.

I didn't doctor, I swear. Just one beer.

Let me tell him. Doctor? Why did you hang up?

I'm OK. This happens to me all the time.

Today I've already died twice.

- Sonny Meri! - Dad, you poor man!

- How's the train? - How should it be?

You can't die twice a day, it's bad for business.

- Do you hear? Twice! - I told you, where he'd be!

- Welcome, Sead. - Welcome, Ferid.

Who's revived? Where's the case? Is this a fucking madhouse?

This one, doctor. We didn't even touch him.

- He came back unchallenged. - And that woman's body?

The one the plane hit her. Is she all right?

- She's O.K. - I mean, is she still dead? - I've checked.

She's a decent lady, not like that cheater.

- Who is a cheater?! - Easy, dad.

- Take off your clothes so I can take a look. - No need to.

I'm alive. I should die this instant if I'm not alive.

Dad's alive, doctor. Today he already died once.

- Twice. - Yes, twice. - Ask the veterinarian.

Yes, colleague, I've had the same case.

This peasant from our village is a mutant... a phenomenon.

Quiet in the morgue.

- Take off your clothes! - Don't, people!

Don't, doctor. I might even catch some disease.

- What a nice bike. - This is the last warning!

I'm embarrassed in front of my daughter.

- Leave it! - Did you hear what he told you?

I'm as alive as never before.

That's your subjective opinion. Now, we'll see

what the objective is. What the stethoscope says.

He's alive.

What did I say?

Congratulations.

- Come with me so that I sign you out. - Risto, the money.

Name Ruzdija, surname Kucuk. What a surname.

Don't play stupid. Give me back my money.

- Ruzdija Kucuk. - Yes. - Give me your certificate.

Time of death... What should I write?

Time of resuscitation.

I'm telling you for the last time. Give me my money!

Who's the artist, if it's not a secret?

- I'm the artist! - Wait a bit, artist. Steady on.

He'll catch a decease and we'll be to blame. Easy.

Don't easy me! Did the doctor confirmed life? He did.

- Out with the money. - Cause of death?

Life, fuck it!

You really are a pain. Here.

Here's the form for to get that idiot off your backs.

You know accountants.

Bosnian tie, one piece.

A railroad whistle, one piece.

If that female corpse sits up, too...

I'm not saying she will, but if by any chance...

- One more, guys. - Are there any fucking survivors today?

Ruzdija, sign please. Dismissed alive.

- Congratulations. - Thank you again.

This is Uros. He'll definitely not come back.

Give me the money. There are four of them again.

No way. The bet expired at 1.00 PM.

There should have been four until then.

Come, Ruzdija, we'll be late for departure.

Hikmet, leave the schedule alone. Off to the station!

- And this one? - He's late. He wasn't on the list.

- I shouldn't have given you the money. -Why?

At 1 .00 PM there were four, I've got the full list.

I'm not to blame since the cheater changed his mind.

- Who's the cheater? - It's not my fault.

How should I know the two of you didn't have a deal?

- Who had a deal? - Stop it, dad. You'll die again.

Excuse me. I can see this is a legal matter.

This fellow is a law student. He can explain it for you.

Explain it to the gentleman. It's a case of a bet.

I don't know. A bet is a legal category, but I have no facts.

Don't give us that shit, Ferid.

You know that Vranduk gives excellent experts.

Come on, Ferid. Tell them.

I assume that while making a bet you two didn't establish

Rebus sic tantibus - altered circumstances alter the case.

Nor Pactus sunt servanda - the case as agreed cannot be...

- Safet, do you get any of this? - Not a thing.

So, since you have neither Rebus nor Pactae

and you understand nothing as well, the fairest is to

...split the money equally. - Congratulations, Ferid.

Genius from Vranduk.

- Deal? - Yeah.

Goodbye. We wait for no one.

- We're more punctual than the Germans. - The Swedes, dad.

- You mean the Swiss? - Sead, don't give me that shit!

This has been a shitty day.

- Let's drink something, we deserve it. - We've earned it!

I bet ten marks we don't get more than two tonight.

I bet there'll be at least three.

- We'll see! - We'll see!

- A child or a fetus? - A child, brother.

You fucking with me, Safet?