All language subtitles for Kako sam sistematski unisten od idiota

This is a sad story about a man
who never in his life had a good

suite, good meal, good wife,
not even a good revolution!

Hush, someone is inside.
- Someone broke in...

Is anybody there?

Hey, who is there?

Here is first of all a man.

I told you we should put a
padlock on the door. - Get out!

What are you doing here man?
How could you enter someone

else's property? - Be careful,
he could be crazy.

The greatest man on Earth is dead,
we should be all crying

and wearing black.
- What man?

Ernesto Che Guevarra!
Our rebel is gone!

THE IDIOTS SYSTEMATICALLY
RUINED ME

To Ernesto Che Guevarra,

the greatest revolutionary of this
world, who was killed...

It was great Che Guevarra

who made miracles across the
planet like a wizard,

starting revolutions to fight
the dirty capitalist regimes...

He didn't desire high
government position and power,

but was fighting for well-being
of ordinary and workers class...

You were fighting for
happiness of all the world,

to eliminate borders,

between cities and villages,

blue and white collar laborers...!

For love to rule
between people...

You are the symbol of our century
and hope for ordinary men...

You became God-like man,

You were not scared
by American atoms

You stood up to break
world of capitalism!

You told everyone that
imperialism must fall down!

Hooray, lets fight!

"Che is alive, Che is alive!

Congratulations comrade.

Can you give a brief statement?

How did you get the idea
to write such a great poem?

In tears... I spent nine days
writing it... - You did a good job...

When was the first time
you heard of Che Guevarra?

In my native village.
- So you are a naive poet?

No, I am a rebel poet.

Please just a moment, I would
like to take a picture of you.

You should be ashamed, to be
selling Che memorabilia today.

Let me take a picture,
than criticize.

Thank you comrade.

Che Guevarra is dead,
Che Guevarras are alive...

Can your poem
be bought somewhere?

I'm sorry charming
lady, many have asked,

but for the last twenty years
I haven't published anything.

For such a great poem you
must be very courageous...

This was fantastic.
- To you I will give the original!

You are my kind of a woman.
What is your lovely name?

Margarita Solovljeva.

Babi Pupushka, poet naturalist.
And where are you from?

I'm Russian... Russian,
fantastic, my whole life I have

been looking for such a Russian
Marxist woman,

with a soul wide as nirvana...
- Not now, maybe later...

With pleasure...

Dostojevski, Tolstoj, Pushkin,
Majakovski...

I read them all

from cover to cover while laying
hospitalized for three years.

You poor man...

That's how I became such a
open minded intellectual.

How did you get hurt?

My spine was broken by the
capitalistic pig,

while I was learning craft
under inhumane conditions.

There is no case like mine in
the history of this state...

I've been suing the government

for twenty years over giving
me a disability pension.

I thought you to be a writer
or some other literary artist?

I am an outlaw, rebel.

What would comrade like to drink?
- Yeast juice.

Only national drinks: Clacer and
kabesa. - May I have the yellow one.

Hey Babi, you are in newspapers.
- Let me see...

First pay me...

Here it says that besides being
demonstrator you sell cheese.

"Uneducated Peasant Amazes
With His Speech 3000 People"

What peasant?
This journalist is full of shit.

I am a proletarian, an orthodox
Marxist fighting for survival.

Let's go to the press office.

If they don't make a correction,
I will make a scene!

This should be corrected
immediately,

while the papers are still in print.
- What is the problem?

It is correct that I amazed 3000
Belgrade University intellectuals

but I am not a peasant!
I was ruined by peasants,

just like they have
betrayed Che Guevarra.

I would like to see chief editor
of your newspaper immediately!

He is not here. - Maybe he is
still inside, editing some news?

He is gone. - Do you have
his home number?

I can't give you that.

Tell this journalist of yours
that I will sue him for laying!

Go home chunk. Look at
yourself bearded like a chetnik.

It was easy for Gorky to write, he
had people behind him and not

like this, bad people who try
to get rid of you,

just because they
don't know you...

O, finally I can congratulate you
since you are with a woman...

I am Boza Korakovic, a sculptor.
Where did you find this looser?

Why don't you buy a chicken
so we can have a feast?

No.
- I'd really like some chicken.

Get lost, leave us alone.

Take it easy partner...

Did you get some inspiration?

I am making a contract,
about love forever, and the

death will be the punishment
for the one who breaks it.

No thank you.
I don"t want to end up dead.

I have barely survived
my last marriage.

Do you have an apartment?

Quiet, there are others here...

Welcome, get comfortable,
make yourselves at home.

I'll start a fireplace.

When are you going to make
me one of these busts?

You know I'll need one for
my tomb...

When you pay me.
- Why are you such a pain?

I'll put you in my testament,
So when I die you'll get paid.

Oh my god, it"s bloody here!
- I am sorry.

I had sex last night, and I am
like that, I like it bloody...

You should begin
making my bust now

so Rita can see how
great sculptor you are.

You should make me
look like Che Guevarra.

I'm gonna get some fire wood.
We will freeze to death!

He is dangerously self-conceded.

Did you see how he is
making a pass at you?

Since he is younger then me,
if you want to stay alone with him,

I will retrieve because
I will not want to bother you.

I would not want to be present
if something happens

since that would disturb me a lot.
- My darling...

You think he will try something?
- Maybe.

What are you doing? And why are
you doing it in front of me?

Go to sleep!

Rita are you aware what
are you doing?

I am the master of my body.

You are just old-fashioned
chauvinist.

I demand from everyone
straight Marxist moral.

You are a nymph and a sinner!

How could you forget everything
and give yourself to him?

I wouldn't let him fuck a pig!

Dear children, please come again.
- We will!

Comrade secretary, the writer
of that letter is here again.

Does he have an appointment?
- You know him already, he comes

all the time. He won't leave you
alone until you meet with him.

Here is what law says:
Time spent learning hand craft

does not count toward pension,
regardless of the student's age.

When you are so powerful lets
change the law.

Here is what
Monteskie says about the law:

Spirit of law comes from below,

from people and not from above,
from gods and rulers.

It is true that the law has
shortchanged you, and that

the whole case has complicated
over the last ten years but...

Please have a look at these
pictures of mine,

from torture while learning craft.

"My destruction"

While as a young men I didn't
Come to town to learn craft

I was completely healthy.
I was swimming in the river,

day and night, under the
sunlight and moonlight.

I went to woods to read
books day and night

which was not ordinary
among peasants.

When the idiot artificer

was taking me to start learning
craft he told my parents:

From today I will shape him.

To the one I give diploma
will become the best artificer.

I was destroyed by the brutal
exploitation, because while the

artificer was all day betting on
horses and was surrounded by

young women whom he was
spending money on,

I was spending days lifting and
hammering with 20 pound hammer.

Due to hunger
my immunity was weakened

and one spinal
vertebra slipped out.

But I could not become disabled
worker since the artificer Milivoje

convinced the court
that I had been suffering

from spinal tuberculoses,
with which supposedly I was born.

We have a great socialist
industry and you went to work

for a capitalist, against
whom we fight everywhere?

I was naive in believing
that our society

has been rid of those
capitalistic elements,

and that state law protects everyone
from those dirty capitalists.

For you there is no social
or legal help.

Your case has been filed
away long time ago.

I need urgent help, otherwise there
is no cure for me except death.

That's not true.
Go back to your village.

So you too are signing
my death letter.

Babi, are you alive?
How are you?

I am dying!

Why are you angry?
I had hard time finding you.

Leave me alone. I'm not
your lover that will lick anything.

Look what Boza sent you...
he made drawing for your bust.

Why didn"t he show up to
see me while I'm still alive?

And how comes all of a
Sudden he wants to see me?

We thought that maybe
you saved some money

being in hospital, or maybe
there was some settlement

so you can give him some
money for the materials.

What materials?
- For your bust.

You are specialists to take
man"s money. What settlement?!

What's wrong with him?

He came here because
he fell from a ladder.

But he has cancer,
and they didn't even tell him...

Rita, that is how I am
going to end up soon...

Where are you going?

Don"t leave me again,
maybe I have a cancer too...

Your leg has heeled fine,
you can go home tomorrow.

What home?
People I am still sick...

I haven't even been here for
a month... - This is not a spa.

You just want to get rid of
us workers...

I want to go to Switzerland,
like all the others.

I want to have clinical examination.
- We have examined you well.

But according to my symptoms
I have a cancer...

At least send me to Igalo.

Find youreself a woman
and go for a walk...

You are being released tomorrow.

When should I check back
for an examination?

There is nothing to be
examined.

There is no
point in you coming back...

So there is no hope for me?
- You are fine, trust me.

Leave ethics aside. Admit
that I am dying from cancer.

We have nothing to discuss.
I've had it with you up to here.

I guess this is where it
ends for me...

Beat it chetnik...!

Get in.

My balls have fallen off
waiting for someone to pull over...

Everyone despises proletarian.

Where to countryman?
- To Igalo...

Nice... There will be
some pussy...

Man, I'm dying from cancer.

I am going to spa to try and
save myself with mud.

Is it that serious?
- I'm on my last gasps.

Do you want a cigarette?

"My tribe is sleeping with a heavy
dreams, my tears have no parents..."

I studied Njegos for three years
while I was in the hospital

in Risan, recovering from
spinal cord injuries.

You were hospitalized in
Vaso Cukovic hospital?

Thank you.

This air makes me feel reborn.

No wander the most ingenious book
"Gorski Vijenac" was written here.

I already feel better.

This is the real Che at work,
getting by in nature.

Plan was done to perfection.
We built shelter, ate natural,

some people don't do this their
whole life...

No more...

Time to sleep.

Get away people,
you'll get police after me...

I'm no bear...
I'm like other sick people.

I can't help looking like Marx.

Help me Marx and God for
this healing mud to save my skin.

What are you doing here?
- The same thing as everyone else.

Where are you from?
Where do you live?

Currently in front of you,
as you can see like a proletarian.

How do you support yourself?
- From my ideas.

I don't understand you...

I'm sorry we can't communicate
on the same level...

Do you have some I.D.?

Man let me breathe this fresh air
and to get healed by this mud.

I will pay my debts by writing
a poem:

Oh, great Boka and the Adriatic
sea...

Let the man go, he is all right.

Hurry up, you are stretching me
like I am a real Christ...

Patience please. It will be a great
photography, historical...

Of course, I am modern day Christ.
Don"t be cheap,

pay me some more money...
- Tuck in your belly and be quiet.

Are there any gentlemen here?
- Of course there are.

Let me help you, he is disabled...

Disabled? Who is disabled?

Are you an artist or just an
inspiration for others?

I am an artist, but before all
I am a rebel, revolutionary.

Many have painted me but they
can't seem to get my spirit.

If there was one
Picasso then maybe...

You should chill out, don't
make me slap you in public.

I was just trying to see if those
tits like me or not?

I want to make a deal.
I'll be open with you.

If you are an artist
I am a nymph.

You must know it takes
nine times to satisfy me in bed.

If you can fulfill that
you are my type. So?

Nine times!
Then I am a nymph too.

I need some hormones...

What is it?
I won't let you pull it out.

Someone is knocking.

Where are you going?
Don't get dressed.

Someone has followed
us and is watching.

My dead father!
You have just turned me on!

What happened with
your nine times, liar.

Wait a moment.
We are not alone.

You know nothing about women,
although you've been fucking

for forty years...!
What should I do now?

Look out of the window and grab
the first one that comes by?

Nymph, ha!?
- Do you know how I feel?

I am not impotent,
I am just sick, falling apart...

Talk is cheap!
I need a dick like a fire hose.

I am not kidding any more.
This is a question of life or death.

I know that my end is nearing.
My lungs are ready to collapse.

Doctors know it, they just won"t
tell me the truth to my face.

You need to be the one, like the
Sokrat, tell me the truth.

Find out my diagnoses.
Say you are my brother.

You should look at his scans.
- Why are you dealing with him?

I know the whole case, he's been
here more than ten times.

He's been spreading lies
about me to my colleagues.

Concerning his cancer -there
is nothing,

he'll outlive you and me.

He can be helped
only by the psychiatrist.

You need it more than I do.

How did you come inside?

I must use everything against
liars like you.

I have enormous pains
in my chest...

I will tell you what you are.
Just another schizophrenic!

I see I've wasted my time
coming here,

but I'll find a way to get to you
and the others in medical mafia.

How are you Babi?

Not good my friend,
dying by the hour.

What is it Babi?

I am starving.

What is it man?

You need to pay!

Hi partner
- I'm not your partner.

You were selfish, you wanted
it all just for yourself.

I saved you from that nymph.
Where did you find her?

So she left you?
- I left her.

Now she is washing underwear
to Sinisa. - Sinisa the actor?

Yes, Sinisa.
- So he has a cancer too?

You need to pay!
Hey you, pay here!

He is deaf.

You need to pay a quarter.
- Why a quarter?

For using a toilette.
- That costs too?

You are like pigs here and
someone has to clean up.

What is wrong with you?

Urine is used for disinfecting,
it is very clean.

In my village

when someone cut himself we used
to wash out wounds with urine.

Babi!
- Is Sinisa home?

Yes he is. Come in.

What stinks so bad?

He shit his pants again. Please
help me take him out to wash him.

Wait,
I want to hear what's on TV.

Why don't they demonstrate
here like that!

Let's go actor. Hold on a bit.

Hey it"s you Che Guevarra,
miracle maker.

You are a free man.
You have a stand!

I'm different. They say be
a chetnik and I am a chetnik,

be a partisan and
I'm a partisan.

And what do I have to show for
all that now? Hemorrhoids!

They have started to bury me too
soon. Look at this face.

They'll be asking for me again!

Look at me Babi. Look at what
I am doing now.

You chose that when you
left the most ingenious

man of your life
for a sculptor, now an actor...

Where were you Babi?
- I was saving my life.

Did you write anything?
- No, but now I'll have to.

I'll have to fight with cancer

and finish my biography
while I still can.

Move your ass.

We are watching
his movie tonight on TV.

Again they are spying on me,
making my picture bad...

Nice job honey!

You can sleep here tonight.

You acted like a slut after
my triumph that night.

It is your fault for leaving
me there.

Nothing happened between
Boza and I, believe me.

I started dating him afterwards,
when there was no news from you.

I believe what I saw

and I saw you fitting his thing
inside you with your own hands!

Oh my God. I am going to
jump in the river now.

I was holding his dick

but I didn't let him penetrate
me because I love you.

You are a master in making lies
sound like the truth,

but you still
haven't met the real me.

Where are you taking him?
- What do you think?

He is a sick man!

Sick man does not break into
the stores. - I was set up...

Lady pick up your possessions,
we have to lock up the house.

What is it?
What are you looking at?

Are you his accomplice?
- I have an alibi.

I have spent a month in a state
hospital in Igalo. - Get lost!

Comrade, you need to get going.

What are we going to do now?

I told you I don't want to get
married.

Just say I am your friend
and that's it. - What friend?

Peasants don't buy that.
We must say something else.

Just say you are my wife,
just pretend.

Hi, Babi! You miss hometown?

I am bringing new bride into town.
- Should we celebrate with a song?

Don"t tell anyone
that I am Russian.

Why would you hide that?
You are not a spy!

I want to walk through town
with a revolutionary song!

Stay well!

When will newspapers write about
you again?

I would sell all the copies!
- It's coming soon.

Do you know why I love you
my Serb brother? - I know,

But I am not chetnik like
you think because of this beard.

I am the revolutionary.

If I was the president of republic
you wouldn't have all that land

that you are trying
to get bigger,

those tractors, combines, cars
and millions in the banks.

I would put you in
communes and make you work.

You are holding a protest again!
- No, it's freedom of speech.

You are keeping all these
chetniks,

while haunting us
Marxists rebels down.

Nobody is after you! I just want
peace and order. Now get away!

Hi, Rajkula! - Hi, are you
coming from Belgrade?

Let me introduce you to my wife.
- Congratulations!

Excellent!

Are you here because of Milosav?
He is not well at all.

They are carrying him all day.
Hey, who will pay for this?

Who is with him? Gruja?
- No, not Gruja your stepmother.

What is wrong with him?
Is it something serious?

Cerebral palsy! He is done.

Radisav you didn't even tell me
about my father.

How can I contact you?
Do you have an address at all?

Of course I don"t, since you have
taken everything away from me.

Did you manage to get married?
- I managed something that not

many have, to find a wife and
marry her only out of love.

Is she making any money?
- No!

Write your marriage off!
- You should invite us to visit?

It"s better that you return where
you came from.

Your brother
Gruja is mad at you.

How far are we?
- Not far.

Why did I even decide to come
to a jungle village like this?

You said you like nature
and fresh air.

I am tired. I can't go on.

This is where I spent my childhood.
- In this forest?

Oh yes! When my father and my
brothers burned my books

and kicked me out of home I used
to spend days in these woods,

without bread, eating leaves...

Get up, let's go...

Here, this is my cottage.

What kind of a place is this?

This is my Che Guevarra like home.

The only thing
I inherited from my mother.

Why are you keeping
this junk around?

It used to be worth much more,
humidity just damaged it.

You should have cleaned this
place up, not just piling it up.

What is this?
- That is a part for a car!

My final project in school.
I made it with my bare hands.

- You an artificer! So why didn"t
you keep working

instead of getting fat and lazy?
- I got sick, remember?

You sound like my
idiotic parents...

Why do you need all these papers?
I would burn it all.

Leave it alone fool that is
my documentation.

What kind of
intellectual are you,

every paper needs to be looked
to see what is it about...

It cost me my life and
you want to burn it all.

Here, this is a first part of
my philosophical biography:

The idiots systematically
ruined me!

I've been writing it for 20 years.
I'm still not finished with it...

How about this? Is this
a documentation?

And you were being hard on
me because Boza, you monster!

Slowly, my spine is hurting...!

Fuck me badly!

The title is not good.
The whole world can"t be idiots.

Why don"t you call it

"Wood monster, sea animal
and a pink flower..."?

I read that novel when I was
young, that's how it was called.

Quiet woman,

can't you see that I am
struggling for inspiration?

Due to bad family relationship

I can"t come near my
father's deathbed.

I am brainstorming to find
a revolutionary way out.

I would finish it shortly!

Give half to him, half to
you and everyone is happy.

They have split it
amongst themselves...

They have talked my the drunk
father to leave me out of the will.

It would be better if you made
me some coffee.

I haven't tasted it for
three days...

How? What with?
- You figure it out.

I am struggling with thoughts
and tactics...

Be like Tanja
with Che in guerilla...

Here is your coffee!

I've had it with you and
your Marxism!

I am not your property!
I am going back to Belgrade!

Where is my backpack?

I have been expecting your betrayal
so I have hidden your documents...

You pretend you are Russian,
but instead Jovanovic...!

You are a thief...
- You are from Vrcin...

...Give me my stuff back!
I am not your legal wife.

Be careful...! Documents!

Here are your documents...!

Oh, my fucking married life;
I didn't imagine it like this.

Your brothers said your
father Milosav is dead.

Is it possible?

Oh you poor widow,
your husband has left you...

Yes, he has...
- So are you satisfied now?

Your oldest son
has inherited everything.

So what is he going to do now?

You have given it all to him and
still he hasn"t gotten married.

He just goes from
woman to woman...

That is not my fault...
- It"s nobody's fault,

the only thing is that you haven"t
split the inheritance to all of us.

This way it comes as if
he was only their father...

You wanted schooling, craft,
now go back to Belgrade...!

What would you do with
land anyway?

Last time we were all together

I was saying we should
sell the land

and build one big family tomb.

So it can stay even after us...
- Get out! Get out!

Babi, you have a heart of stone.
There is only one father.

Why should we go to graveyard,
there is only dirt there...

Our present and future are being
solved here and now.

What is he doing here now?
They have left!

I know,
I have forgotten something.

You have set me up nicely;
I can't attend my father's funeral.

What are you looking for?
- Nothing.

Stay by the door and keep a watch.

- Don't touch Gruja's things...!

I'm not looking for his things...

Don't do it!
Don"t take his gun!

Leave those things alone!

I forgot something of mine here...
- Don't touch anything!

What are you looking for?
- There are some of my things here...

Nothing yours is there!
- Go out.

Gruja doesn't let anybody
touch anything in that closet!

What did you come for?
I shouldn't have let you in!

Did you take the gun?
Where did you hide it?

I don't need his gun.
- Did you really take the gun?

The will is here. Now we need
the second copy. - Where is that?

- In the municipality.
- You are crazy!

Give me back five thousand!
- What five thousand?

You stole my five thousand!

Take another look, I didn't take
nothing.

Give me back my money!
- Let me go you crazy woman!

Give me my money back you
dirty old dog! Damn you!

Give her money back. - We don't
even have money for the bus.

You took it, mothers don't lie.

- You think that this is your Russian
mother who did everything well...?

Give it back!

Give her the money or I'll hit
you with this brick! ...Wait...!

They are coming back...
Get away from me!

If Gruja catches us we are
in a big trouble... Let's go.

Give me my money back!
- Get away woman.

I am afraid.

- Help me, don't just look.
- Babi, we'll get arrested.

Go on, get in!
- I can"t, I am afraid.

- It is an order!
- You go.

- I am too big to get in.
- I will not!

- For the last time I am warning
you to follow my orders!

I am leaving this place.
- Stop, don't you move!

- You are a thief, you took the gun.
- The bullet is ready, now get in!

I'll end up in jail because of you.

It is dark in here.
- Slowly!

All testaments are in
the closet on the left.

At last!

Bring more, all of them.

What did you do you idiot!

The fire just started!

There he is! Stop!

Babi wait for me!

Stop or I will shoot!

Help me, I will burn!

Go break down the door.
Everything will burn down.

What are they talking about?
- Whole day it' is the same story.

What demonstrations?

Students in Belgrade asking
for their rights.

When I saw you I thought
you might be involved.

I am involved. Over the last twenty
years I have been the starter

of all the demonstrations
and I woke up the youth.

Is anybody dead?
- They will not say on the radio.

So it"s started here too.
Drive me straight to University.

I want to see in person
what is going on there.

- I'll take you close by.

We have been waiting for the
screams of demonstrations

that can be heard all over,
to start talking.

Our eyes were open, we saw the
enemy getting ready,

but we didn't signal the alarms,

we let people take care
of themselves...

And people weren't sleeping,
they stood up!

What is it? ...I want to come in.
- Show student ID.

- I don't have one,
I am one of the organizers.

Only students are allowed in!
- Just to greet them.

Let him in, that's Che Guevarra.

We said only students can
come in! - Just for a moment...

Freedom!
Against tyranny!

This is a sweetest bite I have had,
a guerilla bite.

Babi, leave some for the others.
- Let Che eat, Che is ours!

Is that right Che?
- We are not a social services.

- Why are you so conceded? Because
you are a student and I am not...?

Again based on the class
differences.

Hey, you've been waiting for this
for years!

- Why do you have these actors here?
What French revolution?

We need to spill
some fresh blood!

...looking at these marquises
and lords of the revolution...

Down with the red burgoaises!

Enough seeing these rich people
getting richer,

having enormous money,

servants and wearing
expensive suites...!

When we watch them

we can rightfully ask have
they stolen from the people?

...or stolen from the kings!

It is needless to add anything more
about the ones we described...

There is no agreement,

there is no peace with those
who have stolen from the people,

with those who thought
they will go unpunished!

No agreement,
no peace with people...

For whom republic represented
fraud...

...and the revolution...
a craft!

You are right!

Comrades, let's not waste time,
let's not play the games!

Revolution is not raised in the
courtyard!

Che Guevarra didn"t wait for it
in his office,

he went straight to the streets!

Let's follow his example
and go on the streets!

That' is right!"

Everybody get going!

This was not planned. This is
not a part of our intentions.

We can"t be naive and fall for
provocation to go to streets...

We have our plan and program.
Comrades...

We are still consolidating
and we must stay alert.

Don't allow provocators and
foreign agents amongst students!

We must save the autonomy
of the University!

Don"t throw me out!
This is my only revolution!

He"s got a gun.
I told you he is a dangerous man!

Is there anyone smarter to talk
with me?

I want to talk with your leaders.
- We don't need you!

I demand that. It is my right.
I have started this whole thing...!

Hello, comrade.
- Hello.

- We have a warrant to arrest
Radosa Babica from Ivankovac

who is believed to
be hiding amongst you.

The autonomy of University
is guaranteed.

- He is a dangerous criminal
and not a student.

Here is his picture.

Let's go, action time.

- Did it start?

Good health with your wounds
heroes. I used to be like that.

Come on, Che, say something!

The time is ready for rich to be
put down.

I told you that you must find
radios! ...There is none!

There is none? It means that
you haven't done your job.

How can I find them?
Go on take it upstairs.

What shall we do with you?

Rebel Babi at your command.

Listen Che, let us ask
you for a favor.

We appreciate your
revolutionary past

but we can"t tolerate
your bullshit anymore.

When did you see rebel without
a gun? - It i's not just a gun.

Press is on our back
and the last thing we need

is to hide thieves and those who
burned municipal buildings.

- That is not true, don"t
buy into agent's stories and lies.

Two policemen are outside
with a warrant for your arrest.

You should just walk out
and surrender yourself.

They're just looking for a reason
to cancel our autonomy.

Those are lies.
People... you believe...

You are like children
who believe everything...

They are trying to remove me
from here for political reasons

since I am one of the
leaders of this whole revolution.

They can deal with youngsters
like you,

but they are
afraid of the ones like me.

They know who they want.

You are evolutionists and I am
a real Marxist revolutionary.

You are a Marxist naive!

When I was studying Marx
you were just babies!

That is why you
want to get rid of me...

I'm Marxist original revolutionary,

and you are intellectual
wannabe Marxists!

Why are we wasting time with him?
I am going to throw him out.

Wait! Let's make a real thing.
- How?

Let one of us jump from the
roof even if he dies.

You are to rough for us.
You need to cool off a bit.

Do you remember when Che
Guevarra died in Ands,

how loud that death was? I will
volunteer to jump off the roof,

and you call the press and TV,
get it recorded.

That is wrong tactics.
These are peaceful demonstrations.

So police is in charge here...

Listen if you won"t go peacefully
then we will force you. Out!

Tomorrow they will set you up,

make up stories of burning
buildings,

that you have beaten the police
and not the other way around...!

Wait!

Good buy poem...
- What do you say?

All my ideals, great or small,
with me together are gone...

Wanting knowledge,
love and science,

I received only pain and
torture.

I am destroyed from doctors
and other idiots,

never having felt good life.

I have lived a miserable life...

It is time for a new
revolution to be raised

for a new blood to shed.