Original subtitles

- Give up already.

I'm invincible.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

tick-tock. - Wait.

Check.

And

mate.

- I knew you could it, nice job.

- Come on, Dad!

- Hey. - Hey.

Come on!

- I got it!

Whoa, I got it, come on!

Whoo, you can't get it!

Yeah, Dad, pass the ball!

- Ready?

Wait.

- Don't you ever turn into your father.

- Go, get it!

What are you lookin' at, Hank?

See how he's watchin' over us?

Young Hank Lumber, trailblazer of the Homeland.

- Believe that and you'll believe anything.

- My teacher said he's a hero.

- You see what he's really guarding?

Young Hank had loot to hide,

all the treasure you can imagine.

At the foot of that statue,

there's a giant cave filled with Young Hank's gold.

Really?

- Perhaps Young Hank never existed.

- Exactly.

There's a vagabond with a mangled face

who guards that treasure.

He goes by the name of Pickaxe.

They say he prowls around the metal fence at night,

whispering to the birds.

Who knows what's true.

Don't blindly believe anyone.

Peter?

- Fitz, Peter Michael Fitz?

- It's Peter to my friends.

- Dad?

- Djata.

What's happening?

- I don't know.

- Now?

- Yes.

- Can I say goodbye?

- Sure.

Couple of minutes won't make a lot of difference.

- Djata, these two men would like to ask me a few questions.

- These, uh, gentlemen are your father's co-workers, right?

They want him for his expertise.

- Which is why I'm not gonna be here for a while.

But I promise I'll write, okay?

- Can I come?

- No, Djata, it doesn't work that way.

Plus, you wouldn't like it there anyway.

Do you promise me you'll be good

and you'll take care of your mom?

- Yeah.

- You're the man of the house now.

Okay?

But.

- Come along now. - It's okay.

- Don't want you to be late.

And you're right,

we really need your husband's expertise.

Let's go.

- Stay strong, all right?

- Okay.

Don't go, Dad!

- It's okay, it's okay.

- It's okay, it's gonna be fine.

- See ya soon.

We'll see him soon.

- Yeah.

As you all know, tomorrow is a big day.

We expect you to be punctual, presentable,

and on your best behaviour.

Junior Defence League Cadets,

remember to pick up your uniforms and rifles here

at 1000 hours, make us proud, School Number Three.

You are the seeds of tomorrow's harvest.

- Left, right, left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right,

left, right. - Hut!

- Sir.

And halt!

All right come on. - Come on.

Faster.

- H-How are we gonna get it done?

Seriously, how does he expect us to make a banner

by tomorrow?

That's rough.

I'll get my dad to help.

My dad'll give me some paints.

It'll be sweet.

- What about you, Djata?

- I dunno, I'll figure somethin' out.

Let's play some ball.

- Yeah, come on. - Yeah.

Let's go.

You know what?

I'll catch you guys later.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Come on.

Let's go, boys, woot-woot!

- Hey, losers!

- Over here! - Hit it!

- What you got, what you got?

Hi, Mrs. Setterman.

Tomorrow, starting at 1200 hours,

citizens in every corner of our land will celebrate

the 30th anniversary of our great independence.

- Hi. - Glory to the Homeland.

- There's a letter.

It's from your dad.

- Did someone cross this out?

- Oh, yeah, they sometimes do that.

It's okay.

Go on.

- "I will see you soon."

- Yeah.

- We just have to be patient.

- Yeah, you're absolutely right.

They just can't do without him.

- Is that good?

- Yeah.

- I gotta go to work.

You'll be okay?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Night, Mom.

- Night.

- How many times do I have to tell you?

It's a wasteland, just read the signs.

- Think they'd put a sign up saying treasure?

I don't care what you think.

My dad says there's gold in there.

- He's kinda been away for a while.

Your dad.

He's okay, he's not sick, is he?

- Sometimes you say some stupid shit, Shabby.

What I know is that buried deep inside the forest

is Young Hank's treasure, and it's impossible to get inside,

because it's guarded by a vagabond

with a messed up face.

You keep out!

Or my dog will rip you in half!

- Pickaxe, Pickaxe!

I told you, I told you!

- My dad said you were a bad influence.

- You bet!

- Perfect.

Good.

Good.

Hold it up, son.

Can't you do better than that?

- Yes, sir.

- We can't hear you.

- Yes, sir!

- What is this?

- My flag, sir.

Isn't it good?

- It's more than good.

I love it.

It's professional.

Look at this.

In one word, brilliant.

Isn't it?

Superlative.

- Thank you, sir.

- You see, class,

we work hard, we sow the soil,

and till the land or we become little more than parasites!

Like this little thief here.

You're the lowest form of scum, Djata Fitz.

♪ The Homeland is glorious ♪

♪ The Homeland is free ♪

♪ The Homeland stretches wide ♪

♪ From the mountains to the sea ♪

♪ Our many victories ♪

♪ The fruits of truth and unity ♪

♪ Our heart is our brotherhood ♪

♪ Our soul is liberty ♪

♪ The Homeland is peaceful ♪

♪ The Homeland is just ♪

♪ The Homeland guards its own ♪

♪ From corruption greed and lust ♪

♪ Our noble leadership ♪

♪ Protecting Young Hank Lumber's dream ♪

♪ Eternal mighty land ♪

♪ Our glorious Homeland ♪

- Attention!

Left!

Left!

Up!

- Is your mother home?

Didn't you hear me?

I asked you a question.

- Oh, yes, she's taking a shower.

- All right.

We'll just come on in.

- What are you doing here?

Do you mind?

- Nice to see you, too.

Funny, I didn't seem to see you in the crowd today.

- I blend in.

- Ah.

May I?

- It's okay.

- Yeah.

- We were just passing by and thought we'd drop in

to say hi.

Catch up with the little one here.

Rumour has it he's a thief.

And what do you expect?

His mommy's from a family of undesirables,

and his daddy's a despicable traitor,

and we all know what happened to him.

Huh?

What is this?

You still haven't told your kid?

- It's none of your business.

- Hey, son,

where do you think your father is right now?

- He's away working.

- Your father is in a prison camp

far, far away,

and he won't be able to take if for very long.

- Djata.

- You know, don't be surprised

if suddenly doing the simplest things,

the things you take for granted,

becomes impossible,

because that's what happens

with traitor families like yours.

- Are you okay?

I'm fine.

- You have to understand.

- No, no.

- I was trying to protect you.

Look at me.

I wanted to protect you.

- You lied.

- Yeah.

Yes.

You said he was working.

- I know.

- You said he'd be back soon.

I won't ever believe a word you say again.

- Djata,

you know you can't be out past curfew.

Come to bed.

Do you remember the rule?

- Yeah.

Don't accept any gifts.

- You can play with whatever they give you,

but you have to leave it there.

I won't have their gifts in my house.

Ask them where your father is, okay?

Come here.

You got so big.

- Yes, sir.

- Just call me Grandpa.

Fucking cats, they're shitting everywhere.

- Djata, hello.

Well, look who's tall.

Hey.

Your shoelaces are undone.

- Oh, hey.

What do you expect with a mother like that?

We should have brought him to live with us

when we had a chance.

- Hey, off ya go.

- Here, Michael.

Good luck.

- Sit down.

There.

Well,

we're gonna toast your birthday.

There.

Hey, there, oh, whoa, whoa.

Say, hey there.

- Hey there.

- Happy birthday.

So, I've, uh, got a little surprise for you.

Something you don't have to take home.

Can you guess what it is?

Are you still playing football?

- Yeah.

- How 'bout Junior Defence?

- I start this September.

- Oh-oh-oh-oh!

So soon!

You excited?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Good, you should be.

Now this,

this hasn't seen the light of day for 30 years.

You have to be very careful with it.

It's not a toy.

Are you, uh, you gonna finish this off?

Mmm.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

To the left!

Quick!

March!

Here.

You wanna feel the weight?

Whoa, oh-oh, whoa, whoa!

You must never point a gun at another human being,

unless you wanna kill 'em, of course.

Now, let's have a little practise here.

No, no, no.

Two feet on the ground, two feet on the ground.

Right, okay,

now, take aim.

The tin can.

Right, now, loosen your hand, put it under your wrist.

Now, hold your breath.

Take aim,

and

shoot.

See?

Easy as one, two, three.

Now,

this is where it gets serious.

It's loaded.

Now, you must be very, very careful.

Only shoot when I say so, right?

Now, take aim,

hold your breath.

Hey, look, look, look, look.

The enemy,

hmm?

Shoot the enemy.

Look, look, shoot him.

I'm serious.

Shoot the enemy.

Come on.

Kill it.

Kill the cat.

Come on, hold your breath,

pull the trigger.

Kill it.

Shoot!

I can't.

- Hey, don't be scared.

It's natural.

We're all hunters.

We live off the land.

- It's in your sights and shoot.

Shoot!

- Shoot!

- You did it!

Ah. - That's not so bad.

Come on, come on.

- You deserve this.

I know you were a bit scared,

just pulling that trigger at the beginning,

but, whoo, now you feel great, don't ya?

- Yeah.

- You are so like your father.

Don't you think?

- Yeah, he is.

Yeah, he, he wasn't much of a shooter at first.

He had to practise, practise, and practise, and practise.

But you're a natural.

- They say dad's in a camp.

Do you know where he is?

Do you know what he did?

Mom says you must know

something. - Just stop, no more.

- You mustn't ask us that.

There's no point in talking about these things.

You see how it upsets your grandma?

There is nothing we can do,

whether we want to or not.

I've got something else for you.

Don't worry.

It's not a gift.

It's a reward.

Do you know what this is?

When your father was the same age as you,

maybe a couple of months older,

he won this in a shooting competition.

After that, he wore it 24/7.

He wore it when he took his military exams.

He wore it when he became a Major.

A Major at 25!

He even ,

he even wore it when he was taking a crap.

Yeah, we always said it brought him luck.

Come here.

There.

You've a great future ahead of you.

You know that, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

- Oh!

Oh, that woman,

as fierce as the day I met her.

- Surprise!

Happy birthday.

So how was it?

- Yeah, it was good.

- Oh, good.

Did you find anything out?

- No.

- Nothing, nothing at all?

- No, not really.

- Did you ask?

- Yeah.

- And they said nothing?

- No.

Nothing at all?

- Look, why don't you ask them yourself?

You're the adult.

- You know I can't do that.

Why not?

- It's complicated.

What's that you've got there?

Put it on the table.

I said put it on the table.

- It's not a gift, it's a reward!

- You broke the rule.

We are not like your grandparents.

We will never be like them.

Do you understand me? - No.

- I am your mother and you will listen to me.

- They care about me!

- I will not have them brainwash you!

- What are you gonna do, lock me up?

- Go to your room.

I've got the night shift.

This

is the weekend productivity update.

Cereal output is estimated to be up 23%,

or 2.3 million tonnes on last month,

while oils seed production is expected to increase

by 20% in the next three months.

Glory to the Homeland.

- Touch it, you wanna touch it, yeah?

Hey everyone, Bruno wants to touch my ball.

Admit it.

You love it, you love it.

You love my ball.

The twins.

- What do you want?

- We wanted to bring you kids a treat.

Caramels.

See?

Help yourselves, don't be scared.

Good, isn't it?

What's the matter, don't you want some?

Open.

- My dad'll kill you!

- Like this!

All right!

Let's see your pockets.

Come on.

- Go and get us some cigarettes.

Run!

Next.

- Give it back!

- Oh, yeah? - Djata.

- Why should we give it back?

- My dad gave it to me!

- What do ya think, Rom?

Shall we give this sad, sad boy his ball back?

Nope.

- That's enough, asshole!

- Dan, Dan!

- If you wanna keep your traitor daddy's ball,

you're gonna have to fight us for it.

- On our turf!

- I won't let you get away with this!

Next!

- How are ya, Gaby?

- Good, thanks.

How's the little one?

- She was sad to miss the planes,

but she's much better now.

Aren't you, Lara?

Anyway, it was nothing serious.

- Good.

I'll get a loaf of bread and some pork, thanks.

Hey.

- Sorry, I can't accept these.

- What?

- You no longer have buying privileges.

- You've got to be kidding.

- I'm sorry.

- They got to you, didn't they?

I'm not leaving until I get what I need.

- Hey.

Please don't make any trouble.

- Please, we all have mouths to feed.

- Surely we can give them some bread--

- No.

- Gaby, please.

Please. - Come on, Mom.

- Just don't, don't touch me! - Please, Hannah.

Don't make me call help.

- Hey, dog's dick!

Oh, hi, Mrs. Fritz.

- Sebastian!

Get inside now!

- Shabby's dad, why--

- He's a coward.

- But I'm hungry, Mom.

- I'll find another store.

Okay?

Next!

All right, okay.

- What?

You just,

you just gave me a rookie

Yeah, I know, I know.

- Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Asshole!

- What happened?

- "Declaration of War,

"get your sorry asses to the watch tower,

"Sunday at noon, and get ready to die.

"Sincerely, Romulus and Remus Frunza."

Hey.

It's on.

- Djata,

let's go.

- Boo!

Look who it is.

Djata, the traitor's son.

- I'm not!

- So where's Daddy then?

- Working.

- Tell me, when did you last see him?

- What's it to you?

- Are dad was a traitor too, you know?

- They killed him.

- I've come for my ball.

- Take a seat.

- I don't want a seat, I want my ball!

Sit!

- Ready?

Is the ball ours?

- No.

- Are ya sure, huh?

- Yes!

- Sure?

- Yes!

- Is it ours, is it ours?

- No!

- Is it ours? - No!

Is the ball ours? - No!

- Is it ours? - No!

- Is it ours? - No!

- Is it ours? - No!

- Is it ours? - No!

- Screw you!

- And now?

Is it ours?

Hey, no!

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

You're dead!

I'm gonna kill you!

Hey!

Burn!

- Guys, guys!

Dan, Dan, are you okay?

Come on, come on, Dan.

Come on, yeah.

Come on.

You okay, Mom?

Yeah.

- It, it's not what it looks like.

- What does it look like?

Be a good boy and go do your homework, okay?

Don't try weaselling out of it.

- I won't.

- Look at you.

I mean it, okay?

- So you're not mad at me?

- No.

Operator, confirm your name.

- Hannah Fitz.

Connect me to Colonel Michael Fitz.

Hello?

Hello?

Look, if you picked up then at least say something.

Look, I know you're there, I can hear you wheezing.

What's it gonna be?

Don't you recognise the voice of your own daughter-in-law?

I find your tone insulting.

- Well, I also feel insulted.

You know, you'd do well to be less concerned

about your own honour

and more concerned about your son's life.

Oh, so that's why I have the pleasure?

- Yeah, why else would I call?

What else do we need to discuss?

You know, there's nothing we can do.

- That's bullshit!

Look, don't lie to me.

I know you still have contacts, you, and your wife.

Oh, no, no, no, don't start.

- Look, you can just give me the name of someone, anyone,

anyone who can help.

The only thing we can do is wait and hope that--

- Wait?

No, I'm not about to wait.

Why would I wait?

I'm not waiting any longer, don't you get it?

Why can't you do anything, anything to save your son?

You prick!

Help, Djata!

I'm stuck.

Be careful, don't rip it.

And pull it down, pull, pull it down.

Okay, go get yourself cleaned up,

and put on your best clothes.

We got a long walk ahead.

What is this?

There's a General that lives on the other side of the river.

We're gonna go there.

We're gonna go there,

and we're gonna find out where your father is

and convince the General to bring him home.

All right?

Go.

Come on.

Thank you, sir.

Djata.

- Mom!

- We have information!

We're gonna do it, you know?

- Cool.

- Djata!

Come on.

- Hello.

- Hello, General.

- Meade.

- Hannah Fitz.

- And look who you've brought.

Come in.

Okay.

- So, you're Colonel Fitz's daughter-in-law.

- You know him well?

- Naturally.

Such a hard worker.

Funny, he never mentioned you

or this charming little guy.

Do we have a name?

- Djata.

- Djata.

Help yourself.

Hey there.

- Hey there.

- You know, I do know who you are,

and I can't imagine how hard it's been for you both.

- Yeah.

We've made inquires everywhere,

but it's always a dead end.

- Law enforcement is duty bound

not to divulge any details.

It's a matter of public safety.

- But Peter isn't a danger to anyone.

His only crime was speaking out.

- They can't treat everyone else one way

and make an exception for your family.

- I thought you might be able to tell me

where he's being held, or who we have to talk to.

- You didn't bring any information, did you?

Mood light three.

Much more relaxing.

Look, of course I know several camp governors,

but I'd be really putting my head on the line, you know.

- Please, if you could find him,

I will do whatever I can to repay you.

- How about you go into the garden and play for a bit

while we talk business?

This way.

Though the back door, we won't be long.

And keep your hands off my flags.

- Wow.

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anybody there?

I can hear you.

So, where were we?

Hello.

- Hello.

- What's your name?

- I'm Djata.

- I'm Sophia.

Wanna play?

- Yeah.

- It's your turn.

Mmm.

Stop!

Stop it!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Mom!

- Get out!

Why did I even let you into my house, you little shit!

No!

Let us out!

- You know, boys without fathers are pitiable,

the worst of the outsiders.

- Screw you!

- They're gonna string you up,

just as they're string up your father!

- You win, General.

- Right you are.

See them out.

- Shit.

The more we sell, the more we'll have.

We're gonna bribe someone to bring your father back.

- Mom, what are you doing?

- We're gonna sell this on the black market.

- No, wait!

No, that's Dad's!

- No, Djata,

we need this. - Stop, stop!

Mom, it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Did you get the stuff?

- Yeah, it's gross.

Djata.

What's that?

We should go.

- Oh, crap!

Shabby!

Shabby, wait!

Please!

Hey!

Shabby!

- Quick, quick, quick!

Come on, come on!

- Give me your hand.

We're here.

Look!

- Djata.

- Yeah?

- It's getting dark.

- This way.

We found it.

Whoo, we found it!

Woo-hoo, we found it, Dad!

We found it!

Whoa!

Yeah! - This is shit, Djata!

- What?

Just look at all this.

I risked my life for this.

I hate you.

No, no, Shabby!

Get off of me!

Shabby, listen to me!

You liar!

No.

- Djata?

- You're awake.

You have a concussion, but you'll be fine.

- You're Pickaxe!

- There's some tea for ya.

I'm not gonna ask what you were doin' down there.

It is not a place for kids.

Can you walk?

- I think so.

- It's okay, you can take a look around.

Yes.

I have seen better days.

- What happened to you?

- We all get offered a deal.

Accept it.

If not, you're a traitor.

That's why they destroyed my face

in the camp.

After they were done with me,

they knew I'd make an ideal guardian

for their precious pit,

for their dirty little secret.

After all, who wants to talk to someone

with a face like this?

- I do.

My dad's in a camp.

- You should meet Tank.

Good boy.

You're a good boy.

What are you willing to give to see your father again?

- What would I give?

- We have to lose something.

Tank.

- Where have you been, huh?

- I.

- Huh?

Get in the car, come here.

Get in the car!

Put your belt on.

Your mother and I have been up all night

searching for you.

Huh?

Listen,

all I ever wanted for your father was a better life.

I did everything I could.

I made sacrifices for the Homeland.

If Peter had stayed in the army,

he'd have had a better house,

plenty of food.

You'd have gone to a better school.

- My school's okay.

- I warned him to hold his tongue.

Make smarter choices.

Marry someone from a more appropriate family.

But he chose his own path.

Listen, I know your mom won't believe me,

but we have done everything we can to find him,

to get him back.

But everyone turns their back on us.

Even on me, can you believe it?

- Do you think Dad's a traitor?

- The Homeland is cruel,

unforgiving,

stupid.

- But,

but you--

- Fall's coming.

Soon summer will be a forgotten dream.

- Grandpa?

Yeah?

- There were things I saw in the General's house.

Incredible,

amazing things.

- Listen, you and your mom,

you've gotta get away from here.

Cross the border, go anywhere, anywhere but here.

Swim the ocean if you have to.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Where have you been?

I looked everywhere.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry, Mom.

- Thank you.

- I'm glad I could help.

- Really, thank you.

- I love you, Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Colonel.

- Grandpa. - Michael, Michael.

Help!

Help!

Help!

How are ya, Hannah?

- Okay.

- Djata?

We all respected your grandfather very much.

Yes, we did.

- Excuse me.

- We should take our seats.

- Djata.

I was scared, I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Are we still cool?

- Yeah, we're cool.

- These seats are reserved.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

- Thank you so much.

Colonel Michael Fitz

was a true soldier

who dedicated his life to the Homeland.

He campaigned tirelessly

for the independence of our great country,

and he was present at its birth.

At the beginning, we were just a young nation of dreamers.

We were naive,

but we were completely committed

to the building of our new world.

And the Colonel became part of an army

that even today strives to protect our dream,

so that we can live freely and simply

and closer to the nature that we all love so much.

But he always remained modest

and self-controlled.

See, the Colonel, he believed in our core values,

which is that good will always triumph over

vanity and corruption.

Even when he was betrayed by

one of those he loved.

Such was the strength of his conviction.

But Michael was also my husband,

and in our private and family life,

even until his last breath,

he always maintained

that we must make sacrifices today

for a greater tomorrow.

- Move.

You got two minutes.

- My son.

My son.

- Dad!

Dad, Dad!

- Peter.

What have they done to you?

- Dad.

Dad.

- Peter, look at me.

I love you.

- I knew you'd come back.

Dad.

- What have they done to you?

Look at me, hi, look at me.

Come back to me.

Come back to me.

Hey.

Dad.

- Come on, move!

- I won't take orders from you.

You can drop dead!

Peter, Peter, Peter!

- Mom!

- No!

No!

I'm okay.

- No!

No!

- My father's a good man!

- Hey!

- Dad!

Dad!

- Djata!

♪ The Homeland ♪

♪ Is glorious ♪

♪ The Homeland is free ♪

♪ The Homeland stretches wide ♪

♪ From the mountains ♪

♪ To the sea ♪

♪ Our many victories ♪

♪ The fruits of truth and unity ♪

♪ Our hearts ♪ - Djata!

Djata! ♪ Are our brotherhood ♪

♪ Our soul is liberty ♪