A Serbian Film Page #3

uncle Vukmir is shooting.

Want something to eat?

No, I've had my

daily dose of rye.

You don't have to go, you

can do it over the phone.

No, I must show up.

It wouldn't be fair.

Today we're shooting

at home again.

Without me.

As today, I'm retiring.

Is there any way for me

to convince you otherwise?

No.

The kids bother me. I can't do

such stuff in the kindergarten.

I fully understand you.

But, in that case

between you and the kids,

I must choose kids. They're

my specialty, my whole life.

It's my fault. I thought you'd

be better if you didn't know...

If I had known from the start,

I'd only have declined sooner.

What did you say,

kindergarten?

That's a good term.

This whole f***ing country is

one big shitty kindergarten.

A bunch of kids

discarded by their parents.

Do you know

what it feels like?

Your whole life you're

compelled to prove

that you're able

to take care of yourself.

To prove that you

can sh*t, eat, f***

drink, bleed, earn money...

do whatever it takes

to survive, until you die

Would you believe m

if I told you that me and

this wonderful family, that

you're so anxious to leave

are the only warrant of

this nation's survival?

We are the backbone

of this country's economy.

Only we can prove that

this nation is alive

and useful for anything.

I can see that you're insane,

I need no proof for that

Just tell me, how does it

all connect to pornography?

No, Milos, no, no!

Not pornography,

but life itself!

That's life of a victim.

Love, art, blood...

Flesh and soul of a victim.

Transmitted live to the

world who has lost all that

and now is paying

to watch that

from the comfort

of an armchair.

I have no doubt

that it sells well

based on the sum

you offered me.

Victim sells, Milos.

Victim is the priciest

sell in this world.

The victim feels the most

and suffers the best.

We are victim, Milos.

You, me, this whole

nation is a victim.

We're just too retarded.

And I won't be

a victim because of that.

But Milos...

you're the only one in this

film who is not a victim!

Is that so?

Allow me,

as your shepherd

to show you

the power of a real victim.

Can it be that you

don't get it?

This is a new genre, Milos!

Newborn porn!

Newborn!

...so that tomorrow,

on 18th of May...

...you'll witness a new Serbian

jet-set extravagance...

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available at the moment...

Mobile user is not

available at the moment...

If you only

knew how easily

cattle aphrodisiac

is diluited in whiskey.

Actually, rye doesn't kill

sexual desire at all, right?

Viagra for bulls!

A special recipe concocted

by our sexy doctor who is

so fond of speed that

she puts it into coffee, too.

Can he follow

my words?

Now, that's our stud!

Look at him, look at him!

Bravo, bravo!

She's a dirty junky c*nt!

She destroyed her child,

daughter of a war hero!

Sweet little Jeca watched

her mother f*** the junky bums.

She is scum.

Hit the whore! Hit the b*tch!

Yeah, you b*tch!

Yes, that's one

of the b*tch-mothers

who conceive

babies in lust

and than throw

them into a river.

The lustful

brood of wenches

with endless

gashes in them.

Imagine she were

your son's mother.

Imagine her turning Petar

into a dog-f***er's b*tch!

Imagine that, Milos!

Strike her, hit her!

That's it!

Bravo!

The unique magic of

rigor mortis!

That's right, make it right.

F***ing cell!

What?

Never mind, he'll come to me.

Don't worry, he will.

F***ing hell.

OK, run now.

This one is on me.

Now you ruined it all.

You've destroyed the project.

I did what? How?

You could've drugged any of

your apes to f*** like insane.

You had Milos. Now you don't.

Now he's a headless dick.

If only you sliced, say,

his son's ear

he'd be his old self again!

He'd f*** God in the ass

at your command!

Instead, you take a genius and

fill him with a f***-dope.

You're cheap,

just like everyone else.

Fear is bad.

It's a downer.

He needs to rise high. To feel

the ecstasy of a free f***.

When he feels it,

he'll forget all

including his wife,

son, mother...

What do you know

about free f***?

What do you

know of ecstasy?

This is no art.

You're no longer an artist!

I'm not working

for you anymore.

Nor is Milos.

I'm taking him home.

Get away from me!

God itself brought you, son.

God sent you to deliver us...

God itself brought you, son.

God sent you to deliver us...

from that whore,

may she rest in peace,

She was a shame

to our house.

Raiko was a great warrior,

but had a poor taste in women.

Since he was killed, this house

rots with no male to govern it.

That's why God sent you as

our savior from all worry.

There's not only house, but a

daughter to take care of, too.

Our poor Jeca

became an orphan.

My Alice in Wonderland.

Raiko was killed just

when he was supposed to

prove to Jeca that

he's not only a father,

but a man as well.

You came instead of him.

You'll have the honor

of giving her

a virgin's communion.

To make her a woman.

Like my late father

did with me.

Come on, come on...

Now!

I'm gonna cut it off,

you motherfuckers!

No, Milos, no...

Our film jumped

through the window!

What are you waiting

for? After him!

Marko, it's me. Come for me.

Milos, what's wrong?

Where are you?

I'm in the Celopecka street, no 7.

Milos!

Hey, baby, where

you headin' for?

Out naked, but

won't take a dick?

Be polite,

the girl is underage.

So what if

I am underage?

Look at this jerk!

No, Rasa, don't.

Rare kind of Monks

put seven adult he-goats

into a shed

during summer.

They leave them

for a month

until their balls

are like melons.

When they get too hot,

they start f***ing one another.

The monks take the dried

bloody cum off their balls

and mix it with milk.

It makes the finest

bread spread there is.

You're a he-goat, Milos.

I'm your monk.

Don't worry, my child.

My he-goat.

I'll provide a

fitting end for you.

Welcome to a

warm family home.

A real, happy

Serbian family.

Life...

Art.

That's it, Milos.

That's the cinema.

That's film!

Get away from me!

In a winter night

way up the hill

A creek was frozen

and covered by the snow.

Come on.

Start with the little one.

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