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Thank you.

Yes, just a moment. I'll be there in a minute.

Make him a cup of coffee, will you?

Everything?

Yes, everything. An exclusive contract.

They want the film rights to all your books.

All of them?

Well, not all, but after the huge success of Love without home ,

they want to have the first claim.

Okay, Mia.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Cheers!

- You know that I don't drink. - Oh, I forgot.

Mr. Hajdu, may I have your autograph, please?

Well, of course. Here you are.

- Who is it for? - Mia.

That's it.

That's enough, Mia.

Look...

We've done very well, I see.

Now, wait a moment!

You have to start working on a new book! Do you understand?

You're an international star, and we're going to make the most of it.

And they're really interested in what's in your head right now.

Oto... there's nothing.

I just wrote ten books one after the other.

I'm burned out, completely. I need rest.

And I want to start a family.

Well, just a moment. You can start your family, but you must write!

But, all right. You can have your rest. All right.

I have a friend that owns top apartments in Dubai. Consider it sorted.

I'd really prefer some sort of a countryside.

Maldives, perhaps?

WELCOME HOME!

Yes, the money is here. Watch where you're going!

You stripy fool!

What's the matter with you, woman?

Andža, where are you?

Hi, hero.

Do you have it?

Of course I have it! Here you are.

Good.

Andža, make sure they all vote!

They will. Cousins, brothers, sisters,

the children will as well.

Hello.

Hello, Rosy.

Damn it.

Should've sold it to the Gypsies, when I had the chance.

Oh, come on, what Gypsies! Get in! I'll push.

The clutch! You idiot!

I'm here.

Hey, Slobodan, you're just what we needed. Push!

Oh, what is it, boys? Did it croak?

You need a real man.

What's the problem now?

Push it yourself, if you're such a tough guy.

- What is it? Are you pushing? - I am!

It was right here!

Oh, damn it!

Hello, Ivan.

Hello.

Going to the elections tomorrow?

No.

They're all the same either way.

Did you know that ancient Greeks called people like you idiots?

What idiots?

It'll never get better here. I'm not going to vote, bro.

You're right. Anyway, we're already used to all of this.

It doesn't hurt that much any more, so why change? What for?

Well, for the better, perhaps?

So, I've heard she's got a boyfriend now?

Who?

Oh, well, yes, she has. All women do.

Don't tell me it still bothers you.

Haven't you realized yet, what women are really like?

Women are just like Serbian politics. Either way, no good.

- Not a step! - What?

Sit down by the door and I'll bring you a beer.

Don't you dare come in, in those muddy shoes!

It's enough that Fedor is here, and now I have to deal with you too.

They say, there'll be war again.

What war?

What war? The stupid against the clever, they say.

That war is everlasting.

Internet is to blame, it's the most powerful weapon of all.

So, if Hitler had the Internet, he would have won the war? Is that so?

But, do you understand, if Hitler won, we'd be living as Germans now.

Mmm, don't say that! And fuck, my great-granddad died in Auschwitz.

What happened? He fell from a watchtower?

Don't worry, boys, even if there's a war, it'll pass us by.

It doesn't know we're here.

No way there'll be a war. Because the clever are equally clever.

While each stupid person is stupid in their own way.

So they'll never unite against the clever.

You're right. That's right.

Let's go, folks. This round's on me.

Did we drink all we paid for?

- What are you doing? - You want to kill her?

She almost jumped under my car!

My love, what are you honking for! That's not how it's done!

Then they have to jump off the bike just to see what's going on.

Fine, but they should jump off towards the edge of the road, not into it.

Well, you must learn their ways. They surely won't learn yours!

I'll kill him. Motherfucker!

Lunch is ready!

- Could you pass the salt, please? - Tasty soup.

- Enjoy your meal. - Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.

Where did I go wrong?

Where did you go wrong? You've dragged a drunken idiot into our house.

I'll go fucking crazy!

Can't even eat in peace, this is not a family. This is worse than in a pigsty!

Bastard, you fucking bastard!

You drunken asshole! We're the Čáni family, don't you get it?

This is a respected family!

I'll skin you like a rabbit, you bastard.

You won't run away.

You're such a disgrace to my family, you pig.

Marinka!

Oh, welcome, welcome, so happy to see you.

- Oh, come, Marina, my dear. - I'm Ana.

Zoltán, lovely to meet you.

You must be hungry, come in.

Petrovac sausage.

Ours, homemade.

Thank you, Mrs. Ana, but I can't, really.

I'm a vegetarian.

Hi, Fedor.

Hi.

- So, he's a Hungarian, right? - Yes. A Hungarian. From Komarno.

Are we going to drag Hungarians into our home now?

Mind your tongue, you little stinker!

Or I'll get up and slap you so hard you'll be

flying around the village with bats for three days.

Are you nuts? What if they have kids? To mix Hungarian blood with ours?

If grandpa Čáni saw this, he would rise from his grave and kill you all like dogs.

Fedor!

Fedor, calm down, behave yourself. What will they think of us?

As we all know, Hungarians have always been a problem.

Listen, I have to tell you something!

He's very handsome.

He seems familiar to me too. Isn't he an actor or something?

A writer.

And that bass, well, he ordered it from New York.

You picked well! We'll keep this one.

If he were a guest, I'd just go to the Danube

and leave you to your "Hungarian time".

But he's not a guest. He came to get married!

Just like that drunken Serbian bastard! Have you all lost your minds?

Fedor!

Fine, fine, being a drunkard is considered normal around here.

All we needed was a Hungarian, they're worse than vampires!

Oh, fuck...

Oh, come in, Mr. Spevak. Take a look what's going on!

Karol? Are you at home? I need to have my boots mended.

Here I am, mate.

Come in, please.

Good afternoon.

Meet Zoltán.

- Marina's boyfriend from Slovakia. - Pleased to meet you.

Zoltán?

You couldn't be Zoltán Hajdu?

Yes, that's right. How did you know?

Oh, no, please, don't be like that. I just wrote a simple love story

about Slovak immigrants in America. And that's all.

But we were really touched by that book.

But why?

In Vojvodina, everybody read it. And they were all touched by it.

You wrote about the Slovaks who left their motherland.

But only about those who went to America.

Everybody read it and were really touched by it.

And yet not a single word about us.

But it was one of the dullest love stories I ever wrote.

And, besides, I wasn't aware you even existed.

When Catholicism spread around Slovakia,

our ancestors, Evangelists, refused to renounce their faith.

And then the Great Maria Theresa suggested that

people who refuse to convert should move

to Austria-Hungary, present-day Vojvodina, and become farmers.

And that way, they could keep their faith.

And in your book, not a single word about us.

People here think you're an ignorant.

You'll never be accepted.

Oh, no. That would be such a pity!

We'll have to think of something.

Zoltán should write a new book! About us!

And then send it to Hollywood. That's it!

Mum, please.

It's settled!

Yes? Hello, Bratina.

Say it. Say it.

Impossible.

It can't be.

Who? Are you sure?

Miki Hlaváč won the elections.

Holy crap!

But that's impossible.

Didn't you call everybody to call everybody

to tell them who they must vote for, or otherwise they'll get into trouble?

I did call everybody. And they called everybody.

Miki hasn't even graduated from primary school.

Oh, fuck it.

What?

Oh, fuck!

I'm going to be the Mayor!

Seriously?

Think I might have a stroke too...

You need a proper check-up first, you almost had a heart attack.

Yes, but only almost.

Stop it, Miki! What are you doing?

Listen to me! Turn this ambulance around, now!

Take me home now, and get me a music band!

- Hey, bro, how's it goin'? - What's up?

Listen, hurry up and get to Miki's, there's gonna be a party.

Miki won. He's gonna be the Mayor.

Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Rock 'n' roll.

Hit the road In your tractor old

With booze beneath your seat

Like a bolt of lightning Zapping down the street

Speeding by the clouds

Like a bolt of lightning Zapping down the street

Death is on the road He's going home

Make a run for it

Miki... Mr. Mayor.

As your new secretary, I'm looking forward to our future cooperation.

I hope you'll be pleased with me.

It's the 280th anniversary, since the settlement of Slovaks in Vojvodina.

We have many important events, and state visits awaiting. Cheers!

Slice this one now. And when they get drunk, then slice these.

Fine, no need to yell.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Hello.

Fedor, hello.

Just let him be. He'll get over it.

Guys, would you like a drink?

Thank you.

We don't need your money.

It's okay.

What was that about?

It's a conservative village, Zoltán. They don't even like themselves.

But why? 'Cause no one has ever heard of them?

And what exactly is conservative about that?

Nothing. They just like to say it.

Hello, what would you like?

- White wine for me, please. - Mineral water.

Those years were really sweet and tender

When I had my eye on the handsome lad

Cutting hay on the meadows near

And didn't know how to deal with me

Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Mayor?

I don't drink coffee.

I get heart palpitations.

Oh, damn.

Oh, fuck.

How could you have possibly lost?

The men say that none of them voted for Miki.

And the women certainly didn't.

So, who voted for him, God himself? What do you think, Mayor?

I really can't wait to see how that fool is

going to deal with the Slovak Prime Minister.

That's what we're like. Ashamed to brag. Not that there's anything to brag about.

And even if there was, we wouldn't,

as not to reveal things we're not bragging about.

Damn it, so many people here today.

Everyone's getting a haircut after the elections, right?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Don't worry. I've got a great political vision.

What vision, the state keeps taking more and more money from us.

And what do you need money for? You don't spend enough of it anyway.

Politics is very complicated,

not everybody is suited to comment on it willy-nilly.

I'm going to hire a new secretary. Any recommendations?

You should keep this one.

This one knows everything, so you won't even have to think about anything.

Don't you tell me what to do.

A secretary has to be pretty, young. Ideally, a thousand-week-old.

Come on, show us how stupid you really are.

Oh, and you're so clever?

And yet, you've lost the elections.

- Hi. - Hi.

It's for you, a registered letter.

Would you like a coffee?

I've already had three, but sure, yours is always good!

Come on.

From Silbaš?

Original, bro.

Okay, I'll take one.

All right.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Oh, Jimmy, do you see this drought?

I need a drink!

Give me another one!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop! You bastards...

You shitheads, I'll tear your...

Vlado!

What?

Why are you running after them, mate? Just for two watermelons?

Two? You say two? Each day two, in a month that's a whole wagon!

Give it back, you bastards...

You won't get away with this!

Oldie!

When I get you I'll chew you up for breakfast!

You're so full of shit.

I know exactly who you are, I know your parents. I'll find you.

I'll show you.

Oh, leave them be. We were no better.

We weren't. But they never caught me.

You saying you caught those two?

Oh, damn you! When I catch them... rats!

Come on, I'll show you the canal.

Quiet, be quiet! Be careful! He'll see you!

Time?

Twenty eleven.

Bro, this week with Ružena. It lasted the longest.

- So, Ružena is the winner again. - Yes!

I've already fired the secretary, I'll easily get rid of you too!

How could you possibly screw this up?

It wasn't me. It was that Gypsy, Andža.

I told her how to do it! Only mark ballots for the National Assembly.

Don't mark for the local!

And?

They all marked on both.

And?

Well, the votes I paid for weren't enough for you to get into the National Assembly.

But, they were sufficient for the local one.

Well, there's nothing we can do now! You know how it goes, bro.

The voice of the people...

is the voice of God.

But I don't want to be in this leadership.

Everyone knows us here, do you understand? This is going to be a problem.

Don't you get that this is our chance? Everything we can do now?

What?

What? Everything, bro.

But we'll have to be really careful. I've heard...

that Hungarian is going to write a book about us.

Hungarian?

So, not a word about this! Is that clear?

Clear.

If you had a really strong fishing rod, would you try to catch that catfish?

No way.

Because a catfish like that doesn't exist!

Karol is a tough guy, but he's a quick thinker.

Yes, he's really bright.

That catfish, do you think it's just a myth?

Have you seen it?

Maybe I have, maybe I haven't.

If we believed in only what we can see,

then what would our soul look like?

What do you think, Dragan?

What did your Jano say?

Didn't even blink, told me to find another job.

I flipped out.

We have that anniversary coming up. Over there!

Such a special event!

Prime Minister of the Slovak Republic is coming to Petrovac...

Pardon me.

And our Mayor is such a stupid, dumb moron,

a fucking brainless political bastard.

Fuck the Mayor.

Mr. Zoltán, relax. Come, sit with us, let's have a drink.

No, thank you. I don't drink alcohol.

- Oh, but you will. Come. - Well, all right. But only one.

And this is no alcohol, this is remedy. Our homemade. Pear.

- Pear. - It's really good!

Just a drop for you, Mum.

Cheers.

- It's so good. - Cheers.

- For the other leg. - I hope not for the third one too.

Yes, Zoltán, for that one too.

Well, my friends, three is for luck.

Pure luck then, that I'm not a spider...

In my opinion, women are much better politicians than men.

- Right. - Cheers.

Come.

Don't you speak such drivel to our women.

You can talk about those things in Slovakia or America, but not here.

Come, I'll show you where we'll pee from now on.

No way, I won't go there. I never pee on a tree, it splashes on my shoes.

You think I'm not familiar with that problem? Come.

That's it! We'll establish a new political party.

And then you'll get your post back! You see?

I'm going to find Zoltán, to make a deal...

...about media partnership! Come.

Bro, pure physics!

Why aren't you sleeping in your bed?

Ivan, please, forget about Marina. She chose another.

She chose nothing. Her father made the choice for her.

And to him, I'm no better than a dog.

No, don't say that, that's not true.

So, then tell me. What's the truth?

You know, perhaps he wanted a better life for her,

didn't want her to live in this misery.

You know how it is, everyone would like to leave here if they could, right?

Not me. I belong here. This is my home. And hers.

No, it isn't, she belongs to a different world now.

You'll see, it'll pass. It only hurts because she isn't yours.

When you meet your true love, it will pass.

Oh, how would you know?

Dad left you, all alone, without love, with a bastard in your arms.

What do you know about true love?

I love you too, Ivan.

What is it?

She's pissed off, 'cause I don't want a church wedding.

Don't get married at all.

Now, listen here.

The problem of your generation is that you're weak.

Zorica, when I got pregnant with you,

I immediately grabbed Karol by the neck

and forced him to leave his job as a postman!

And, as your grandpa was still alive,

I re-qualified him as a shoemaker, in just two months.

The family helped, and done.

Does Zoltán drink?

Well, no, he doesn't.

Do you see, Zorica? He's of a different kind!

Hey, Slobodan.

Want a beer?

Do we have a beer?

Oh, God! What happened?

- Do we have bandages? - Yes, we do.

Bandages won't do. You need disinfection, a needle, a thread.

Damn it, Slobodan, what happened?

I fell.

One doesn't bleed like that from a fall.

I fell off a ladder.

Everything's here, except disinfectant, 'cause somebody drank it.

Wasn't me.

Those are really terrible wounds.

Don't touch it, it'll pass.

It won't, you have to go to the emergency room.

I won't go to the doctor's.

Slobodan, tell us. It's for your own good.

You can't let people beat you up like this.

I fell.

If you don't tell us who it was, I'll take you to the police station,

and beat it out of you myself, you know how I am.

I can't tell you.

Why can't you?

Was it Zorica?

Zorica!

What is it?

Listen to me, Zorica! It can't go on like this.

The doctor had to report it.

I don't give a damn. I'll go to jail, no problem.

I'll close down the pub, and get some rest.

'Cause I really wanted to kill him.

For real! But he got away.

Don't be like that, Zorica.

Next time we'll take you to the judge, you got it?

Do you know what a drunkard he is?

Oh, Zorica, you knew well enough what he was like when you married him.

Yes, I did. But I was stupid.

Oh, what a woman. Scary.

- Good afternoon. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Zoltán, not a word about this into that book of yours.

My heart's beating only for you

It's beating, right now

A miracle might happen

And you'll be mine

Only mine, only mine!

And you'll be mine

Only mine, only mine!

So many people flying fast Don't know why

So many people under the sky Some wish to fly, don't know why

Fire!

Oh, shit...

Get in, Goran.

Where have you been?

Well, hello, my brothers, national protectors.

Wow, have another beer, look.

Cold, like a mother-in-law's heart.

Who's this guy?

Well... Some fool, a Slovak, drunk as a shit.

- No, don't say that... - The Slovaks are nice... nice, but...

they drink...

They drink the same as us Serbs.

You're right. Cheers!

Cheers.

But listen, we're at home here. We. Do you get it?

- Yes, we are... - But they bonded with this soil...

Where else could their home be?

Yes, they grew their roots here, into this soil, firmly like a weed.

And even the Hungarian gendarmes couldn't pluck them out.

And they tried really hard.

And nothing, no use.

Well, cheers, my brothers.

Give me a beer, or else!

- Here you are. - Thank you.

Now someone else has to come.

Why?

'Cause there's no talking to this one.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

I'd like a beer, please.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

Fedor, come on, man, we have to talk.

I don't want to talk to you.

You took my sister, now she's yours so leave me be.

See? Can't even talk to him.

I took his sister too. If only I could give her back.

Shut up, you idiot.

I didn't take her. She's still your sister.

We fell in love, it's love, it's a positive thing, do you understand?

Don't talk to me. I don't want to listen to you.

And find yourself another pub, this one's mine.

You don't want to talk to me, you call me names and cause problems.

You're such a xenophobe.

And you dare to tell me which pubs I can go to?

I'll go wherever I want, and that's it.

And you can scamper from one pub to the next like a rat.

That's a good one, put that into that book of yours.

And if you make me really mad,

I'll follow you everywhere,

so that you won't be able to have a single beer until you come to your senses.

Listen, don't talk to me, I'm nentudom, igen ?

Don't push me, you fool.

This is my pub.

- What would you like to drink? - Well...

What's that?

Vinjak .

That's LSD for the poor.

Should never drink more than three.

Why?

What's up, you bum? Wanna go to the Danube?

Come on, or I'll die here.

Come on!

The south wind is blowing Isn't it heartwarming?

Iron is forged, living is good

What happened?

It's stuck somewhere.

- Be careful, we have fish there. - All right.

- I have to unhook this, okay? - Okay, okay.

Where did you cast the rod?

I don't know. It's somewhere there.

Damn it! Fedor, I told you to be careful!

Swim, over here, grab this!

- Come, help me! - Come.

What are you doing?

Nothing! Absolutely nothing!

What's the water like?

It's wet, the water's fucking wet!

You would have let me drown.

You know that I can't swim.

I always forget, such a big guy.

- And yet you can't swim. - And, so what?

- Should I kill myself because of it? - No.

But I really don't get it.

You don't get a lot of things.

Well...

You should've done something. Our folks arranged the wedding yesterday.

Should've, but it's too late.

No, it's not, or I'll get a Hungarian in my house.

So, you only care about the Hungarian, not me?

I care about you. And me.

But the Hungarians are worse than vampires.

The vampires only suck your blood, while the Hungarians, they take your soul too.

No, they don't. That's nonsense, Fedor.

They do. History is the proof.

The Hungarians wanted to wipe out the Slovaks.

That's the past.

The world has changed a lot since then, people forgave and forgot.

You should think about your soul, how dark and sealed it is.

You all use soul as an excuse.

Grandfather used to say that our roots are the only thing no one can ever take away.

And Marina?

A complete loss of identity.

And what for?

All for a good fuck.

They haven't wed yet, so you still have a chance.

Take her to bed and make her happy.

Your dick is surely bigger than the Hungarian's.

Zoltán. Pleased to meet you!

Welcome.

Thank you, my brothers.

Move!

Fedor!

What? Don't you see he's in the way?

Just made. Fresh.

It's strong.

So, you're a Hungarian, then?

My neighbors are Hungarians and I don't mind at all.

Can you sing us a Hungarian song?

I know a Slovak song,

about you.

When a Slovak left

His home

On top of the mountain

He called

Zoltán, be careful with that fresh brandy, you know how strong that is?

Twice from the top Of the mountain

He cried

Farewell, father, dear mother

Sister and brother

Hey! Don't play with fire!

Could you tell me

My tall mountain

Shall I see you After two or three long years?

Burning walnut shells? You dumbass!

Your own children left you

And now roam the world

And about you, my Slovak land

They couldn't give a damn

It's burning! Fire! The distillery is on fire!

What?

Distillery is on fire?

Everything is burning! That Hungarian was playing with fire.

Hungarian? Which Hungarian? What about the cauldron?

It blew up!

Miki, Miki, are you all right, Miki?

Hey, Miki.

Oh, no, he's down again. Get over here!

Miki. Open your eyes, Miki.

A catastrophe warns of the reality,

that even though things are bad,

it doesn't mean they can't get even worse.

Marina?

Ivan?

I had to get some fresh air.

The distillery exploded, and Zoltán...

I'm cold, I have to go home.

Go then!

I will.

I'm happy with Zoltán, Ivan.

Marina, my dear. Why are you wandering?

I went for a walk.

This late at night? Alone?

Yes, alone.

Are you angry with me?

No. Mom needs help.

Zoltán, you really shouldn't drink that much.

Don't worry, I have it under control.

Marina.

Sit down, sit down.

Dad.

Just a small one. Here you are.

My Zoltán started drinking.

Started drinking, is that so?

Yes, really.

You'll go back to Slovakia, and he'll quit.

We've just got here, and you're already sending me back.

Marina.

There are some things in life you should never return to.

You know, Ivan.

What about Ivan? What about Ivan?

Dad, I'm grown up. I can think for myself, do you understand?

Yes, you can.

I saw you two. When you--

You saw nothing.

Do you understand me, Father? Nothing.

I only want what's good for you.

Good? What is good?

Ivan was no good for you, so you made us part.

And I listened.

And God knows if that was good.

It was good.

It was the only way.

And what do you know what's good?

What has Ivan ever done to you that you can't rest at night and follow him around?

Come on! Come on! Fuck you!

Come on. Come on, fucking overpriced shit!

What are you doing here? Who are you?

I don't speak Serbian.

Are you fucking with me?

Don't you understand?

I don't speak Serbian.

And who are you?

I'm here with Marina.

Me and Marina.

Oh, yes, you are that famous, very famous Marina's fucker.

Yes, very famous.

Come on, come on. Come. Come.

Come with me. Come on. Come, come.

Well, I'm Goran.

Zoltán.

I'm the one-- Rakija boom.

Rakija finish.

I've heard. I know.

Can't make any more rakija.

Do you know how they'll suffer?

They'll suffer like dogs.

But no worries, they like it that way.

No rakija. No rakija.

We don't have that problem. Know why?

Because we know, we know that there's whiskey!

I've got 200 bottles in the attic.

So we will survive. Come. Come here, I'll show you something.

For God's sake people, how could this happen?

He made such a mess.

I told you, no fresh brandy for him. Poor guy.

Fresh? Well, that's dangerous.

Shouldn't have drunk it.

I've told you he's an idiot, but no one listened.

Fedor is right, it was him. And it was that Hungarian's fault.

Listen to me.

That prime minister's visit must be carried out flawlessly.

We don't want any problems.

They will discuss the donation for the museum

of Slovaks living in Serbia. £300,000.

We must not underestimate

a chance like this happens once in a hundred years.

Our men mustn't make a single wrong step.

Use any means necessary!

And you'll bring Zoltán.

Sober.

Listen, something keeps bugging me about this.

Where was our unfortunate brother, the Hungarian, when the cauldron exploded?

And how long was the stream of fire coming out of his mouth?

Well, let's say one meter.

Meter.

Max one and a half.

One and a half.

Two.

Two.

No, he was by the Dutch oven.

Uh-huh.

So if our brother, the Hungarian, was by the Dutch oven.

Hungarian.

So that means he was at least ten meters away from the cauldron.

And furthermore,

the cauldron was behind a wall.

So, what do you make of all this?

Well, if this is true, then there's no way it was him.

Right.

Well, who was it then?

Fedor, where were you?

Fedor ran behind the distillery. Right before the explosion.

Fedor, I've known you since you were little.

I know you're a good man.

Is there anything you want to say?

I was there the next morning, and I found something in the ashes.

You skimp on the wood and burn walnut shells, Slobodan?

Could have just used dynamite.

- You fucking bastard! - You fucking bastard!

You drunken bitch!

You pig!

Where is Zoltán?

He's hanging out with the guys somewhere.

But be careful.

No way he stays normal next to all those Petrovec alcoholics.

You can let your man drink for as long as he gets hard.

And when he doesn't?

Let's put it this way, "If the mountain won't go to Muhammad,

Muhammad must go to the mountain."

Wait, what?

Well, if your husband doesn't fuck you, than you fuck him.

Girls, I think I might go for a walk.

Be good.

Bye.

Come on, explain it to me once more.

You have such an ugly face

But why did you put such verses into a love song?

Because love is blind, bro.

Well, then this is truly a love song.

Bro, this is a song.

This is poetry.

Ugly women have a soul too.

Besides, you should fuck ugly women, they fuck just phenomenally,

because they think it's their last time.

You have such an ugly face

A gift from the Holy God

Pimple sprouted Look, it's spring

You have such an ugly face

You have such an ugly face

You have such an ugly face

You have such an ugly face

Ivan. Don't. Are you crazy?

Yes, I'm crazy about you.

- Come. - Ivan.

Come with me. Let's get far away from this village.

We'll have babies, we'll be happy for the rest of our lives.

Say that you love me.

Only whores fuck without love.

That's not true.

Zoltán.

This can't be.

Good morning.

- Did you sleep well, Zoltán? - Perfectly.

WOMEN FORWARD

What is this?

That's what I'm asking you.

But I know nothing about this.

But Zuza told me, that you agreed to everything

at the party.

But I don't remember anything.

Why are you making a mess around town?

- What mess? - You're a mess!

One day you blow up a distillery,

and the next you're on political posters all over town.

A mess!

Marina, my dear, too little, too late.

I'll fucking go crazy. I wonder what will happen tomorrow!

Such a mess! I'm gonna fucking lose it!

For God's sake, who's the one that won here?

He was born a Hungarian, and so what now? Should he kill himself?

And what are you now?

An ethnic fanatic? Making false accusations?

I don't see my son in you.

What I see is a stubborn and evil man.

I'm ashamed of you.

Karol.

Karol, those are harsh words.

Yes, words can be harsh,

but lies, they're even harsher.

Thank you for the coffee.

He'll say he's sorry, and make it all right.

My son? Yes, my son will.

- Hello. - Hi.

Hello, boys.

- Hello. - Hello.

Is Ivan here?

He hasn't been here. Think it's been three days now.

He hasn't been at home either. Fedor, have you seen him?

No.

See you then.

Bye.

Where's our young couple?

I don't know Ana, I went to see Fedor.

What is this? Take it off!

Meeting a prime minister like this?

Go and change. At once!

Where are you?

I've been here for most of the day, Mom.

I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him since morning.

Famous Marina's fucker flying to space!

Where are you, Zoltán?

Zoltán!

We're flying, Anna! This is the life!

If this was my neighbor, I'd always be here.

Zoltán, we have to go.

I'm not going there, Ana. I'm not interested in meeting the prime minister.

You have to come, the whole village has their eyes on you.

What would it look like?

Look, I'm in my tracksuit, I'm boozed up,

and we're discussing some important issues with Goran,

the bombing of Belgrade, and so on...

Look at me, you're not drunk. That looks quite different.

Welcome, Mr. Prime Minister.

Welcome, Mr. Prime Minister. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

This way please.

- Thank you. - Hello.

WE WELCOME THE SLOVAK DELEGATION

Give me that paper.

Petrovec, this island of Slovaks, our countrymen

living on the imaginary sea on the vast Pannonian plain,

represents a precious part of our fatherland,

so far away from our homeland.

That is why I'm so pleased,

that today we have set the donation amount

for the construction of the Museum of Slovaks living in Bački Petrovac.

Take it.

Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister...

- Thank you for your welcome. - ...For everything.

What a lovely hat.

We'll have a big museum.

Ah, maybe even a big one...

Mr. Prime Minister, would you be so kind to take a picture with us?

Excuse me?

To take a photo. We say "to take a picture."

To take a picture? Well, that's a lovely phrase.

- This way, please. - All right.

But this can't be. Mr. Hajdu, is that you?

How come that you're here? Such a surprise.

This is our Zoltán.

He came to get married into our family.

And he supports our new political party.

God gracious, I'm so pleased.

Listen, can I take a photo with you?

Would you be so kind?

Karol, come, come here. Come here.

Father-in-law.

Good afternoon.

There he is, Karol Čáni.

A direct descendant of Matej Čáni,

who lead the first Slovaks into this well-known Vojvodina.

A respected citizen,

an exemplary father and husband,

and my father...

And what did he make of me?

And of his own daughter?

Incests!

Excuse me.

So, tell me, postman, how many of them are there

in this village, my brothers and my sisters?

Ivan!

- Ivan, no. - Ivan, stop it!

Scandal, obscenity!

You can forget about the museum!

It's a terrorist attack on the Slovak Republic!

And they said, "Idyllic village full of nice Slovaks..."

Fuck them all, fucking Balkans!

How could you do this to me?

- I wanted to protect you. - To protect me?

You left me be with my own sister.

I'm really sorry, Ivan, but Karol...

What Karol? What about Karol?

It's you who should have told me about it. Everything could have been different.

Ivan!

Don't touch me!

I can't look at you anymore...

Ivan!

Ivan!

Shitty life.

I had to tell her.

No, you didn't.

But I just wanted to...

You wanted what?

You ruined our life.

You abandoned us.

And now you humiliated us, in front of the whole village.

Go.

Go and never come back. Go away.

Svetlana?

Get lost!

Can I say something?

You've said yours!

Go to your Svetlana! I'll send your socks and underwear by the postman!

Poor man.

Hello!

Hello, hello, hi.

Hello, Čáni.

I'm not a Čáni.

Well, neither was Ivan until yesterday.

We're being fucked literally into words and letters

by this postman's job of yours.

Would you like a coffee?

Good, real, perfect quality.

Just as I said, 32-carat gold

from the former Yugoslavia. When we were rich.

Hey, hello, bro. Tell me, my man!

A son? Don't shit me. A son!

What? Constantin?

Yes! Kisses from his grandpa.

Tell him that his grandpa sends kisses.

Oh, fuck it!

Fuck! His grandpa kisses him!

We can forget all about the museum.

No way. We'll never give up the museum.

Then we have one last option.

Revolution!

We have to demand snap elections.

I'm so sorry.

Ana, don't take it to heart, it was so long ago.

No matter when, once a whore is always a whore.

There's bit of whore in every woman.

Get over it, and if I say that I too...

You too?

Ana, come on, he was a postman, and they love coffee.

What were you thinking when you married him?

Constantin...

My grandson! Grandpa kisses you.

You drunken bastard.

What's the matter with you? Why are you shooting?

I'll break your nose if you make me come over.

What are you doing? Put that hare down!

Put it down, so it hops away?

Look, it can't, it's been shot.

And who shot it?

I did.

And with what, you old fool?

With a hoe.

With this one? Are you kidding me?

I don't believe it, show me, I want to see how a hoe fires.

All right, but this is a real hoe.

A boy, oh, fucker!

Shit, a war...

Oto, can I come in?

This was mailed from Mr. Hajdu.

I printed it out for you.

Get some whiskey!

This is such bullshit, that it could even be good.

I have to go to the village, Dragan, can you drop me off?

Come on, bro, I have to go too.

I bought you a new boat.

We could go fishing together.

To talk about things.

The moment you started going out with Marina,

I knew it was bad.

I knew I had failed.

You've treated me like a moron my whole life.

I wanted you to become a strong, real man,

Ivan,

a good man...

I could have become a good man...

If only I had known the truth.

If I had known who I really was.

Now it's over,

it's too late.

I pray to God you burn in hell for eternity,

Mr. Čáni.

Fuck!

Help, help!

Give me a hand!

The kids! They're drowning!

Hey!

Help!

Mišo.

One of them drowned!

You need to help them!

But I can't swim...

To the shore! Row!

Go...

You can do it.

Dad!

The family to the first row, please.

Let's go.

Stop!

Where is his wedding ring?

I don't know, Mum, does it matter now?

But where is the wedding ring?

Don't ask now...

So close...

and he would have been free forever.

My dear Karol!

WELCOME HOME!

My dear fellow citizens, as your new mayor,

I feel great joy for the production of this movie.

And I truly believe, that not only our countrymen, the Slovaks from Slovakia,

but also the whole world will find out that we,

although we may be nothing to write home about,

we still have that something special.

And now, I have a big surprise for all of you!

Our municipality bought a new, mobile distillery!

Cheers!

You'll see what happens when women get to rule.

What happens?

What happens...

What happens?

Countless minor states will be formed, with no mutual communication whatsoever.

That's what.

Subtitle translation by: Gabriela Diosiova