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THE MORNING

- I'm returning to football. - And Aleksandra?

I saw her when she returned from the German camp. She was all beaten up.

Don't cry.

For two, three,

perhaps four years,

I'll be 17 years old.

If you return and I like you

perhaps I'll fall in love with you.

We parted in 1941, the beginning of summer,

we're here again. It's 1945.

Peace.

We can't hear battle in the distance. Peace.

Peace sounded out like battle.

Shoot.

Why not shoot?

Treason, eh?

- Don't shout. - Traitor!

We're fishermen. Janja!

Go fix dinner.

PEASANT STORY, OBJECT 12, CADRE 193

- Salt? - There's no salt.

Give me the salt when I ask.

There's no salt. Who told you there was?

- Was it the peasant? - Your son told us you have it.

There's salt, comrades. I know.

I know where he hid it. There!

Italiano.

Vorwärts!

Why are you playing the warrior,

when one can see that you're not a soldier

but a man who's dressed in military uniform

and decided for personal reasons to stay in the army?

The war is finished for me.

Generals decide about that.

- The Germans sung well too. - Yes.

First one says, "Zwei, drei"

and then all together...

"Erika" or...

"Wir fahren nach England".

To Berlin!

To Berlin!

Hello, hello, hello, Comrade.

Long live Captain Straja!

WE DEMAND EQUALITY WITH THE PEASANTS

Get lost!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the foreign politics situation on our side of the world

is objectively such

that

it's equal to war in the psychological regard.

Yes.

The war still continues.

- I've got an impression... - What's that?

The word

"impression" originated

originated

during our famous

- people's freedom fight. - Long live our brave liberators!

Long live our army!

More precisely,

during the Fifth offensive

when we saw, instead of the trees,

white loafs.

Loafs.

Was I concrete enough?

What did that mean?

We can't work politically this way.

There's a lot of uneducated people.

You don't say...

We'll change the face of our country.

We'll change the souls of our people.

One, two...

three,

four, four, five,

six, what?

Six?

Madam, I left you with five children.

Whose is the blond one?

Hitler's, the son of a bitch.

Let me.

Come on.

- We're done with war and braids. - Why braids?

- You've grown up. - So what?

And now that you've grown up...

And now that I've grown up what?

- Give me some of that thing. - Oh, he's silly.

I've waited for 4 years, you're not getting away now.

Shut up, fool, the Commissar will see.

I'll fuck you even if they shoot me in front of my house. I will, I swear.

Let me go.

May I die before my own home if I don't get her today.

May I die before my own home if I don't get her today.

Mrs. Ruža?

- Good day. - What? Good day.

I was leaving to war and you were putting white pillows across your house,

- to ventilate them. - Yes?

You were wearing colorful gown from Zagreb.

- Remember? - No.

Remember that young man who stared at your legs while you stood in church?

- Oh, Kid, it's you. - Me, who else?

Kid, don't joke around. They took my mother last night.

Don't worry, the Germans aren't far. I'll save her.

Not the Germans. Partizans took her.

- Arrested her or something. - I see...

Can you help me?

You're asking me can I help you? Of course!

I'm an officer.

I won't let my closest neighbors be arrested.

She's accused of fooling around with the Germans.

- But your mother is at least 50. - It's not about age, it's about lying.

So what's the deal?

In our house there really was a German officer.

Good looking, blonde, strong.

- But... - But what?

A faggot!

Pardon my expression.

That kind of man... My mother and I despised him with all our hearts.

It's over with injustice and faggots, Mrs. Ruža.

We'll change the face of our country! We'll change the souls of our people.

I'll drop by tonight and tell you news about your mother.

Los! Los!

You're eating cheese while your son is dying for freedom.

Scared mother, scared father huh?

Cold, cold! Hot, hot!

There is no Jovan, there is no Radoje,

There is no Professor Đorđe either,

There is no Flower Street either, Germans wiped them out,

Bulgarians killed Grandma Kovina,

Hungarians killed Vera's aunt.

Now we have met,

And what to tell his mother, his girlfriend, his sister?

His dog? What?

There is no Janko either,

The old boat is empty, Grandma and grandpa dead in the grain,

Some loves killed themselves,

Some are silent and languish because of the Krauts,

And that is why freedom was born,

Struck peace in the heart.

- You loved him? - We went to school together.

You won't stay by that obituary your whole life, will you?

- He was your friend, too. - He was.

But I can't feel sorry for anyone anymore.

It was funny when the sign was given for a moment of silence.

If victory comes after you, we'll lose it soon.

I can't lie when everything inside me is happy that I survived.

Look, my ears are happy. My eyes, my nose, my feet.

- Hey, let's go to dancing. - Why not call Aleksandra?

Our dear son, brother PETAR S. ILIĆ

Shot in December 1944 by our hated enemy.

So nothing about that thing?

- You didn't give it to him either? - If only I had known he would die...

Would you give it to him?

Shut up, you fool!

Where are the girls?

Aren't you Mladomir, called Kid?

Son of Janaćko, the Municipality Secretary?

- It's me, Aunt Stana. - I don't have anything, my child.

Nothing at all?

There will be, if there is another New Economic Policy.

Now I'm studying how it was in Russia when the Bolsheviks came.

I imagined this boarding house much prettier

when I went to school before the war.

It's not like in the movies.

I saw your girls in the carriages on their way to the hospital for check-ups.

How I envied the horses for taking them.

They were such pretty and elegant ladies.

Yes, the clothes were mine, the horses were mine,

the carriage was mine, and the clean white beds were mine.

The Germans took half, and the comrades took the other half.

- What happened with the girls? - One half left with the comrades,

and half left with the Germans,

and the rest stayed here to wait for freedom.

So freedom came, and they got arrested.

Because you comrades left us out of your program.

We are some kind of workers' power too, for God's sake.

I couldn't tell you precisely,

but I think the girls should start a new life.

Oh, "We'll change the face of our country,

we'll change the souls of our people", like that?

Comrade Major told me that too.

Comrade Sava, the commandant. He's upstairs right now.

- You're just like a Johan from Berlin. - Who?

That Johan... He hated Hitler so much...

I can't describe it to you.

- Really? - I swear.

You were just entering the town when he left...

That's when I caught a cold pushing him from the doors

Major Sava was a painter. He painted all this before the war.

Careful what you say.

Why should I be careful? We're no longer under Germans.

- If you release my girls... - Why doesn't Major Sava release them?

He can do everything. He can arrest, he can release, he can shoot.

I asked him, but he explained to me.

He says, "I'm the town commandant here,

in everyone's sights.

If I help you, everyone will know it.

I came to see you stealthily.

I don't know how I'll get out."

I told him: "I know. A secret passage still leads

to the other street.

Many passed through there, before the war,

and during the war, so they can pass after the war too."

Your father passed too.

You'll pass too, I can see what you're like.

My father too?

All fathers have passed through there.

Don't you know that Faulkner

dreamed of being the manager of a boarding house like this.

- I didn't know. - Ah, you didn't know...

Those were such beautiful evenings.

- Just a few? - Yes, a few nights.

It would be enough for a lifetime.

And you, my dear comrades, think about those

to whom you're bringing a new life.

But without these boarding houses.

Do you want some... tea?

- Sure. - Alright.

Oh, hello, Kid.

- Madam, do you have some tea? - How could I have it?

Kid, do you have some tea at home?

Why are you pouting, Kid? I'm not angry to see you here too.

I'm different. You're an example, as the town commandant.

You want to be like Johan from Berlin?

I can't be at the head of the troops anymore.

You have to.

You have to, for the others. For those who expect nice sunsets form us.

So?

What should I do?

To leave this place.

As soon as possible.

Maybe you're right. Madam,

I'm going to get some tea. The courier will bring it to you.

Kid, in Nada mansion there's a car.

Make sure to get it for me.

Before noon.

You're so silly.

So it's one justice for you,

another for him, and a third for me.

Get out!

- Italiano! - Prego?

- You're going home, right? - Yes.

- But you'll come back. - Come back.

- To see your mother. - Mother.

- I padre. - Padre.

- And Fascists. - Fascists.

- And Partizans? - Partizans.

- Partigiano bene! - Bene.

- Dai la sigaretta. - Prego.

Grazie.

Auf Wiedersehen. Vorwärts!

Hi, Kid!

- Why didn't the Krauts shoot you? - They messed with us as they wanted.

I wrote advertising for the movies.

All good writings. Marika Rökk in the movie "Kora Terry".

"The Golden City" with Kristina Söderbaum.

- And then you know what? - What?

Ilse Werner singing.

"Kannst du pfeifen, Johanna?"

"Kannst du pfeifen, Johanna?"

- What's that mean? - I have no idea.

I saw some Russians filming for us.

We Serbs are now in the movie business too.

Unfortunately we made our first sound movie during the occupation.

"Innocence Unprotected." Nice title.

The director of that movie now works for the headquarters.

Damn, I thought you couldn't even breathe during the occupation.

I look at my parents... They look great.

They were eating cheese for lunch.

Mrs. Ruža is wearing thin socks, and merchants are swimming in money.

- We ticked off others. - Now everyone is with us.

We'll see about that in a few years.

That's why we must eliminate them now. Until the war is over.

Oh, excuse me.

How come you don't recognize me? My name is Marlena.

Ah, you've grown up, who could recognize you?

When you left, I told you I'll grow up,

and if you come back and if I like you...

So, do you like me?

What's that? Huh?

I think that...

- I don't. - Ah, whatever...

What a cute Russian.

- You want to dance? - You're not cute.

- Don't squeeze me. - What?

Your hand goes up!

Hand goes up...

I was assigned to work in the House of Culture.

So was I.

I'm telling you, don't squeeze me!

What's the big deal if I squeeze you a little harder?

I like it. Don't you?

How can I like it when it hurts?

How can we make it so we both like it?

Only if we fall in love with each other.

Ah, we Communists are for free love.

- Yes, but also for free choice. - Really?

Alright, we'll do free choice. Don't be sorry later.

So you're for Mrs. Kolontaj?

Sure. Better for Mrs. Kolontaj than for nothing.

Doesn't matter.

(in Russian) - What is your name? - Russia.

Russia? What kind of name is that?

(in Serbian) In my country, Serbia, there's all kind of names.

My name is Russia,

My mother's name is Apple,

and one of our neighbors is named Fixing Umbrellas.

- Fixing Umbrellas? - I call him Mr. Fixing Umbrellas.

(in Russian) I don't understand.

(in Serbian) He goes down the street and he yells, "Fixing umbrellas!"

How can I call him anything but, "Good day, Mr. Fixing Umbrellas"?

- It's funny. - It's not. And what's your name?

- Mihaylo Mishka Ivanovich Korolenko. - It's funny, but I like it.

I would give prettier names to people.

Well... well... for example, my name would be Watch Me,

and yours would be One Day By The River.

Good afternoon, One Day By The River. You like it, don't you?

(in Russian) You're beautiful. Why do you need a name?

I like this Russian guy so much...

Rosa, are you for some free choice?

(in Bulgarian) I don't understand. I'm Bulgarian.

Where are you from?

Sono italiano.

- Do you have a mother? - I have.

- Would you like to go to Rome? - Of course I would.

- But... come back right away. - Sì, signorina.

Come back right away.

- What's your name? - Ettore.

- What? - Ettore Pignatelli.

- What kind of name is that? - Simpatico.

- Do you have a girlfriend? - Me have ragazza.

- What's her name? - Manuela Velicogna.

- What's so funny? - All funny names.

What can you do...

- Is it the piano player? - A German interpreter.

- Did you translate for the Germans? - I did.

Maestro, prego, musica!

O sole mio...

What are you doing to me?

I'm touching you.

- Why? - To make you blush.

I didn't blush...

How about now?

It's nothing now...

And here?

Now I feel some chill.

You know what a man should give to the girl who spent 4 years in the war?

His heart.

Give me your heart.

Your heart is small...

I'm a sportsman.

Stop. Why are you clinging to that Russian?

Look how cute he is.

All of Russia is in his eyes.

You're won't give him any, will you?

For the homeland, nothing is difficult.

- I didn't invite the Russian. - He looked sad.

We'll leave him here as soon as I take a new car.

Dump the Russian!

- He's pretty like Stalin. - He has no mustache.

I meant his eyes.

You know that picture of Stalin with a mild smile?

I hung on it the wall instead of St. Nikola.

He'll be a saint as soon as he dies.

He and Lenin will never die.

(in Russian) Comrade, have you seen Stalin?

- I have. - What does he look like?

Short.

(in Serbian) I'd love to see him. Why are you staring at him?

I'll dump you both in the ditch.

He's terrific.

(in Russian) Well, what's this?

When the enemy sees a Russian, he doesn’t know how not to shoot.

(in Serbian) Now I'll show them how to shoot. Over there! You too.

You go next to him.

Where's the car?

Forward! You next to him. Check if he's armed.

Why did you shoot?

Where's the car?

Go a bit forward.

Keep the engine running until it warms up.

You didn't have to kill them.

Better if they killed me, since you found the Russian.

Tell him to go home or I'll kill him too.

He understands enough Serbian.

Tovarishch, the officer is looking for you.

(in Russian) Yes, exactly, I'm an officer.

- What's he say? - He says he's an officer.

Why doesn't he go to town? There's a big rally.

Russians love to raise their glass. All of Čačak will listen to him.

I, Vladivostok.

- What? - He said he's from Vladivostok.

- Why's he here then? - I, brother.

- Tell your brother goodbye. - And why don't you leave?

Me? Nyet!

What's that shooting, by God?

What's that?

(in Russian) It's my cannon.

- Give it to me. - To me too.

One, two, three!

One, two, three!

One, two, three!

(in Russian) Why are you shooting, Mikhail Borisovich?

The kids... the kids asked to shoot.

Kids...

(in Serbian) One shot from the cannon, how much to pay?

One shot from the cannon, one liter of rakija.

And for one shot from the machine gun?

One shot from the machine gun is 2 deciliters!

(in Russian) To the children from Čačak!

When the war ends, I'll come to you. Do you want that?

(in Serbian) I don't.

(in Russian) I'm thinking seriously.

I'm also thinking.

Maybe you'll regret it if I leave.

(in Serbian) I won't.

(in Russian) And... if I die?

(in Serbian) We'll cry a bit, then we'll forget it.

(in Russian) I brought you... a bicycle from Berlin.

In the current situation, there's no need.

(in Serbian) So, there's no need.

- Let me go, you're drunk! - Watch what you say!

- Watch what? I said let me go! - Why don't you want to?

- Not by force. - Do you want it gently?

Not gently either.

How is it that I always meet some idiots?

Do you have some particular reason why not?

I don't.

- Do you like me? - Yes.

- Do you like kissing with me? - Well...

- Then why you don't want to? - I don't know.

- You don't know what? - I don't know how to do that.

Miss is a virgin.

That can only happen to me after 4 years of warfare.

Shame on you!

A girl that age who still doesn't know how to do a Greek cart!

What Greek cart?

- Did no one want to bang you? - Shut up, maybe someone did, but when?

I thought someone can teach me about that in peace.

Wait, wait. You don't love women by chance?

Love what?

There's women who just like women.

- They hug and kiss... - Shut up!

- Shut up, liar! - I swear.

- You fool. - Wait, I'll tell you...

If you come closer, I'll hit you with this boot.

- Who will you hit? - You.

Singing doesn't work on me.

You know, Proust is my favorite writer.

Is that so?

That Marcel Proust was in love in some Albertina.

- Really? - She usually got up very early.

- And? - She'd go to river to bathe

with her servant girl.

They bathed for some time, then they sunbathed on the grass.

In the sun they would play and fondle each other.

Play tango.

The servant girl would lick Albertina all over her neck, arms, even her feet.

You're such a liar. Greek cart... Where did you learn all those words?

- You love nice words? - I do.

- What words are nice for you? - Good afternoon.

How are you? Would you like some lemon in your tea,

or one small cookie?

I met your mother this morning.

Yes, she told me that all morning you were reading Dickens in English.

You really read Dickens in English?

No, I'm saying words that I'd like to hear from you.

Ah, that... Right away.

I met your mother this morning when I came back from the front.

Your mother told me over the fence:

"Who do I see? Who? Is that our young hero with healed wounds?"

"Yes, madam, it's me. Your neighbor. My respect."

"War didn't corrupt you," your mother says.

"Luckily my daughter neither, I just brought her tea and newspapers to bed."

"I'll come to visit your girl as soon as I visit my parents,

meanwhile would you be so kind as to tell her to prepare that thing.

I've had enough of war, and I can't wait."

- "What thing? What thing, mister?" - "That thing."

While you spoke, I almost fell in love with you.

- Really? - Yes, but that's rakija talking.

- It's the landscape and rakija's fault. - Oh...

Cloud above us have nothing to do with a knife in someone's back.

Well said.

If the Russian was in your place, the earth would tremble.

You think the earth trembles from that?

I meant stomach.

- Isn't that my earth? - Let me caress you a bit.

If it doesn't hurt.

It wont hurt, but maybe we'll be embarrassed.

And, when the embarrassment passes, then what?

I don't know. Maybe some times are brought back.

I thought with these things you have a horn on your forehead

or a stamp on your face so everyone knows it.

If the horn doesn't get bigger, your abdomen does.

- Do you have a child with some women? - I don't.

If someone could hear us,

he'd think nicely about the revolution we bring with us.

Now that we've met, I think that we have to tell each other

what we know and what we think.

Watch what you say.

I think that I would let you now...

I still love Aleksandra.

- Aleksandra? You love her? - I do.

- Because of the treason? - I don't know.

How do you know you love her?

I didn't discover it by thinking, but with terrible suffering.

It's peace, and Jovan is dead

It's peace, but it's a day of slaughter

The war is extended until tomorrow

But from the morning, what from the morning?

The Russians are here, the Americans are here,

German capitulation is expected any day now.

Peace and happiness are coming to our streets.

Stop shouting.

Alright, comrade Kid.

The Major wants you. He needs the car.

It's broken, give me Germans to fix it.

Wait... Just a minute...

- 4 years, nothing. - Nothing? Me too.

Go find that Major, you know how silly he is.

I'll find him tomorrow.

Peace is starting tomorrow. Everything's finished.

What's finished?

Peace and happiness are starting for you,

and prejudice will be left for me.

I won't be left alone by these white children.

(speaking in Roma)

The Gypsy stole it, I saw!

- You'll be fine. You're an officer. - The double bass is safer for me.

- I'll go back to music. - And I'll go back to football.

Find the Major first.

To hell with him, he'll kill the whole town.

Anything new about Aleksandra?

- Yes, they'll shoot her tonight. - They won't!

The Major refused orders from Belgrade for shooting.

Not him, the goalie. The prison manager and guards refused to shoot.

- How could they? - These people agreed to do that

just to avoid going to the front.

But when someone comes to jail who they grew up with,

a known communist before the war... That's something else, mate.

The prison manager knows she was with some comrade from HQ,

there was some love between them.

The manager expects him to rescue her, and doesn't dream that...

So now that man from the headquarters has a lifetime trump.

He killed a girl that he loves because of the Party.

- I'd kill her too, in his place. - Why don't you?

- That's why he's calling. - I love her, I can't.

Then we can't rescue either of you.

You think I'm stupid enough to tell the Major?

You, I can tell.

You didn't mention her. I thought that you forget her.

If I was sure she loved that guy from the headquarters,

- it would've been easier. - That's what they say.

In every love there's more faces than needed.

Don't philosophize so much.

I didn't win to kill myself because of love.

I killed 72 of your comrades...

I killed 72 of your comrades...

I killed 72 of your comrades...

I killed 72 of your comrades...

- Do you recognize him? - That's Mr. Lata in the picture, I do.

Did you kill him?

I slaughtered him in '43, on Saint Sava's day.

Are you sure?

Of course I am, he screamed like a billy goat.

You killed Mr. Lata, the best musician in the whole region!

That's my son.

- Are you from Ovčar? - I am.

I killed him by the railroad. Yes, yes, just near the railroad...

Don't kill him until he says where they threw my Sreten!

Say it, where is her Sreten?

Ah, we threw Sreten near the church.

I know this one, I don't know his name.

And what was this guy's name...

The Germans took him.

Teacher Stanka.

We slaughtered her right away. On the snow.

God should pay you, my child...

Look. Do you remember where you buried him?

Nope. We threw him in the well. In the well by the school.

Damn... What are you waiting for? Why don't you kill him?

Afraid the Germans will come back like in '41?

Why are you waiting? Kill him for your son.

If he'd killed just mine, I'd kill him now.

But let him this way, to remember the war.

When they hit me in the head, I forget quickly.

I killed 72 of your comrades...

I killed 72 of your comrades...

Hey, stop, stop the prisoners!

General Prekić.

Do you recognize me?

In 1941 on the Drina,

when you captured one Partizan squad.

Take it easy, take it easy...

You released us.

Do you recognize me now?

- Yes, I remember. - There you go.

- Allow me to... - No way.

I will let you go home too.

Choose one guy to go with.

Thanks to the fact that in our area we have someone

who could see further than others.

Who could merge in himself...

We'll have a great team.

Me or Pušelja on goal.

Pušelja is out for now because he played during occupation.

On the back, Meco and Cole. In the middle, Karo, Pig and Puriša.

On the front...

Clown on the right, Duck on the right wing...

- Huh? - Roll?

Roll in the center.

Little Duck semi-left...

We don't have a left wing. There's a German prisoner.

If we could take him...

- He plays excellent. - You forgot about me?

- I didn't know you want to play too. - Sure.

Then you play semi-left instead of Little Duck.

And we'll put him on left wing, if the Major won't let the German play.

- Why does the Major interfere? - He's everything now.

Tomorrow he'll dismiss me as the prison manager.

- You refused to shoot Aleksandra? - Yes.

- Does she know what will happen? - Not a clue.

She's waiting to be rescued by some friend, from headquarters.

- Comrade Miki Lazović? - It's me.

I have orders to bring you to the town command.

I wanted to tell you... I was at the town command.

Your mother... will be released tomorrow. For sure.

Where have you been?

Why are you crying? There's no need, when I arranged everything.

Don't let me hate you.

They just told me that Mother was shot this morning.

Is that true?

Sorry, Kid.

Ist ja das ganze Leben nur noch halb so schwer

Mit Musik

Erreicht man ja auf dieser Welt bestimmt viel mehr

Wir machen Musik

Da geht Euch der Hut hoch Wir machen Musik

Da geht Euch der Bart ab Wir machen Musik

Bis jeder beschwingt singt

- Wir machen Musik... - Wir machen Musik...

You'll play the effect of the waking morning on my sign. Do you hear me?

It would be nice if a title could show on the screen, instead of "NO SMOKING"

if it could say:

"HOW A PARTISAN DIES, SKETCH AND VERSES BY AN UNKNOWN POET". Does it work?

The live wire is broken! The live wire doesn't work!

Our House of Culture will be here.

What are you staring at?

IN THE WHOLE AREA, FOR A HUNDRED MILES THERE WAS NO SUCH BEAUTY,

SUCH AS THE BEAUTIFUL JANJA THE OLD FISHERMAN'S DAUGHTER.

POSTCARD

FROM THE CITY CAME TO GO FISHING A GENTLEMAN HANDSOME AND YOUNG.

A gentleman young and handsome.

FROM THE CITY CAME TO GO FISHING A GENTLEMAN HANDSOME AND YOUNG.

HE MADE LOVE TO JANJA AND LEFT AND WHAT WILL THE POOR THING DO NOW?

Communist.

Communist!

Nichts Komunist.

THE OLD FISHERMAN SCOOPS UP THE NET BUT IT'S NOT A FISH

BUT RATHER LYING DEAD IN THE NET A GENTLEMAN YOUNG AND FINE.

Did you see that?

So nothing will happen about that thing...

Who's shooting?

Comrade Major, we're rehearsing a play with shooting and singing.

That bourgeois is playing the piano.

And he's our guy. Metalworker, illegal, Spanish.

- Bosnian. - Is the Kid Bosnian?

Serbian, if it's possible, Major Comrade.

She finds his corpse by the river and pushes his bare feet

in the water, of course.

And that's the end of the gentleman young and handsome.

Poor Kid, he got tired in the war.

- What's with the car, Kid? - It's broken.

And you, girl? Where were you assigned?

Here in the House of Culture.

- And you, Straja? - Great, thanks for asking.

- I'm asking where you were assigned? - Wherever you say, Comrade Major.

But please don't send me to the front.

Look what the double bass did to me. All the blood went under my nails.

- Oh! - Oh, who is that?

Why are you so jumpy, Comrade Captain? You forgot me too?

Comrade General!

- Sorry. What are you doing here? - Mission of good will.

Just in time. That guy will arrest everyone.

He won't.

- Is this the town command, girl? - It is, Comrade Milan.

- Long time, no see. - Almost two years.

- You're from here too? - Mhm.

I'm from here too.

Listen, put these Germans somewhere and feed them well.

Then we'll ask the Major to look after them a bit...

Yes sir! Vorwärts!

Raus! Los, los, los!

Report to Belgrade during the day,

my chauffeur is waiting for you. Goodbye.

Understood, Comrade General. Allow me to withdraw.

The Major will be court-martialled.

First change your clothes, then carry out your orders!

Tomorrow morning at 7 you'll come to tell me that Aleksandra is liquidated.

Alright?

Yes. Alright.

First I'll change clothes.

We don't need any legend about Aleksandra.

If she survives this night, we won't be able to shoot her anymore.

Peace is starting tomorrow.

Courts, oaths, contracts.

Climate health resorts, promotions.

- And on rare occasions, shootings. - Why don't you help her?

You are going to help me.

- Me? How? - Follow the goalie.

I want a witness that Aleksandra has been liquidated.

Can you draw the world in green and red colors

to show terrible human passions?

I can't.

Come!

Ah, by God...

Vorwärts!

Leave.

Tell him to put on his helmet.

Franz?

Put your helmet on.

Come on, faster.

- Hello, Captain! - Welcome.

The girl told me that you're making dinners. You don't mind?

Welcome, Milan! How can I be angry at my General?

- Hello, Comrade. - Hello.

- Come on. - Welcome.

- Italiano, get the drinks! - Keep playing.

Sit down. Hello.

- Oh, girls. - Hello, Kid.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Excuse me.

- The girl is my war comrade. - It was worth fighting for her.

Kid, don't fool around.

I don't understand what you're saying.

Then something simpler.

What was your profession before you became a general?

Sit down, sit down. Hello.

What was I?

Yes, what were you?

A gendarme.

- Sergeant in the gendarmerie. - Were there Communists among you?

- There were, but I wasn't. - How did you became a general?

I didn't ask questions. I fought against enemies.

Cheers!

- For peace and victory! - We still have many enemies left.

And why am I here?

Good thing you didn't bring your wife. Enemies could steal her or kill her.

- My wife died in the war. - Sorry, mine too.

I'm sorry.

But on the German side. Don't feel sorry for her.

I had to come to see you.

I tried to talk about other things but I failed.

I have no one to talk to.

So I was always thinking,

what will happen with our comrades when they come back.

Will fatigue break them, or victory drive them mad?

Because all of that could end badly. If not for Serbia,

for some small town that warriors have just entered. Right?

I thought we should just win and everything will be like we dreamed.

Even if the war is over, victory is not without danger.

Me neither.

Arrested, I didn't expect to meet saints here,

or old comrades.

It seems that in our movement,

the biggest value was mad love for every comrade.

Or mad hate for every comrade that we convict, no matter what reason.

I'm happy to see you.

You've grown, Kid, in these 4 years.

I have.

You know that they decided to shoot you?

You see that I'm ready for death.

But I kept thinking, someone might take me, maybe I'll go on a trip.

Maybe someone wants me as a courier.

In the war you often went to Belgrade as a courier.

Yes, often.

Word is that you made love with one comrade, there in Belgrade.

I did. I loved him.

It was the same time when we loved each other.

Yes, the same time when we loved each other.

It's over. We talk so nicely.

And I loved you very much at that time.

And I loved you too.

- At the same time as him? - At the same time.

I still love you.

I don't love you anymore.

Try to express with green and red words

all terrible human passions.

What's that?

And can you explain to me why you loved him so much?

And me? Why did you stop loving me?

You loved me more than you should have.

So I replaced you easily.

Now I'm sorry to have to tell you,

but do you know that comrade from Belgrade wants you dead?

I know.

And I'm glad that he insists that they kill me.

If he didn't love me, he wouldn't know I'm arrested.

You wouldn't mind living under the stain?

My death can't erase my treason.

Then why should I love death?

The General came here today with some people.

- They'll kill you tonight. - Then get the priest, I'm very sinful.

I'm afraid we killed all the priests.

20 years in jail now looks like a school prison.

Couldn't you arrange for them to save me for a while?

Only the Germans could save you in a counter-offensive, if they come back.

That would be a beautiful death, to be killed by the Germans.

There's no beauty in that.

Alright.

Then it's nice of you to come to see me.

I had to come. I keep chasing other women but,

- I don't like any of them. - Why?

There's something about you, maybe it's nothing for others,

but for me it's like you're a fisherman's song I always listened to.

You're crazy.

You're prettier than when I loved you in school.

You're not well dressed so I can't see how much you grew, but...

long legs would match with your eyes.

- Hey, give me your hand. - Why?

You have a nice hand. Almost every finger is beautiful...

Like ash trees guarding your smooth palm,

like a meadow next to the Morava.

Do they shoot by the river?

Look how big my hand is.

You could rest in its shade when the sun is hot in the summer.

Plant one hand like that in the spring, to have some shade above my grave.

- In the summer, when the sun is hot. - Don't worry.

- Where do they shoot? - By the river.

- On the playground? - A little more upstream.

- A little more upstream? - Mhm.

The Germans shot there too. A little more upstream.

I'm so ashamed to be killed by ours.

Why didn't I endure the beating just a little longer?

I would be in Belgrade now. But I couldn't do it.

They sent dogs on me.

Soldiers raped me...

"Speak!" they shouted, "Tell the names of the Communists!"

I started talking, and I knew what I had to say.

I told the names of the Communists that were already shot,

or died in battle.

I told them I was happy that I endured the torturing.

Yes.

But my dead comrades had living parents,

so the Germans threw them in camps, and burned their houses.

You, I know you.

You'd have told much more than me if they beat you that much.

But all of you left to the mountains in 1941.

There were none of you in all of Serbia.

Only Germans, Germans, Germans... How can they be everywhere?

If they'd killed me...

So they shoot by the river? Past the playground?

We'll have a good team.

I lost so many hours waiting for you to return from practice.

Dead tired, can't eat, wants just sweets and water.

Rarely at the cinema. You didn't care much for movies.

What about "Deadly Spring"? And that actress Katalin Karády?

- You really liked her? - I swear.

I liked Clark Gable, that raff.

Remember him in "The Charge of the Light Brigade"?

- That was Errol Flynn. - Ah, yes, Errol Flynn.

- What about Dorothy Lamour? - And Gary Cooper?

And that one that slowly takes off her socks... Viviane Romance?

Shame on you! You never told me that before.

And Dovzhenko's commie who dies dancing on the road.

Kid, please help me at least to die easier,

if you can't save me.

I'm just a lieutenant.

How did you not became something more? You're an old Communist.

All your friends became at least colonels.

Did you betray?

- Sorry, did you do something wrong? - Bad temper.

You're not a coward?

I ran when everyone ran, I charged when everyone charged.

If you were at least a major.

- And if you weren't in prison. - We'd be a great couple.

Did you think about me in prison?

No, I didn't.

I didn't think about you, or anyone.

I only thought of how to get out of here.

- That's why I came. - You're lying!

Or not. You're completely crazy. You always had some crazy ideas.

That's why you're still a lieutenant.

GOD WITH US

Let's go to the water.

- What time is it? - It's almost dawn.

Let's go to the water!

Come on, faster.

To the water. Let's go.

Come on, in line, in line.

Come on.

Faster, faster.

Come on.

You're the last thing I needed.

It's alright, it's alright.

It's alright, it's all right...

- Go now and testify. - I'm afraid.

You'll shoot me too.

We'll go together.

Maybe this testimony will help me to become a captain.

It's peace, and Jovan is dead

It's peace, but it's a day of slaughter

The war is extended until tomorrow

But from the morning, what from the morning?

What will you say to his mother?

What will you tell his sister?

A girl in peace falls in love easily,

And will get over everything soon.

There is no Boka, there is no Spasoje,

There is no Flower Street either,

There is no Mikan, there is no Radoje,

The Germans have killed them.

Translated by Inglourious@KG

Revised and synced by vertovfan@KG Proofread by djvaso@KG

Now the Germans have fled,

Poets have come to us,

The Germans kill but so do the poets,

The Germans kill but so do the poets,

The Germans kill

but so do the poets!