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that you're leaving.

What can I do? I promised him.

And you're expensive. You know?

You're expensive.

Want some water?

Here... Come on, drink.

Need some help?

- No, I'm fine.

Good evening! -Here he is.

- You're just on time.

You see how I can feel it.

- Where's our boy? -Huh?

He's not back yet?

Did you see that?

- OK...

Don't worry, daughter-in-law

nothing can happen to him.

Where did you leave the kid?

I left him with the other kids.

What can he do by himself here?

What? -Don't, Jasna...

- Daughter-in-law!

Easy, don't make a fuss.

- Why are you interfering?

Luka!

Damn Drinovci and

the first time I saw them...

Six year old kid...

- Where are you going?

To the club! -Let him

play, he'll come back.

Tell me where you left him!

- He's with the kids, come back!

Tell me where he is!

I won't.

You jerk!

Luka!

Pako!

Pako!

Hey, daughter-in-law!

What brings you here?

I'm looking for Luka. Is he here?

No. -Oh, my God!

I can't find him anywhere.

Come on... Let's go find him.

Where?

- Where kids play.

Why didn't his dad go

look for him? -Nah. Boro...

Ante could have come with you too.

They say he'll be back.

- He will.

Kids are like that here.

They go home to eat and sleep.

I know. But he's not used to it.

How is he?

Fine. He'll start school

soon. First grade.

Is his business doing fine?

- Ah, Boro's? Yes, it is.

At least one thing going for him.

There.

- What there?

Where are the kids? -Gone.

He's back home by now.

How? And what if he isn't?

Just go. He's home.

Just cross the field over there.

Bye, daughter-in-law.

Bye, Pako.

I put him to bed. He

fell asleep right away.

Thanks.

We've just received an announcement

from the Ministry of Defense saying...

Good night. -Good night. -Croatian

army started an operation this morning

aimed at liberating occupied

areas of Knin, Gracac, Lapac,

Korenica, Slunj, Glina,

Dvor and Petrinja,

bringing them back under the

Croatian constitutional and legal system.

Mom...

Sleep, love.

Hello?

It's grandpa.

Who's that?

Come on, it's Davor.

Hello, who's that?

What, my son?

You don't say...?

Without a swimming belt?

And without foot fins?

Mom just lets you go and...

What, my son?

I can hear you, but something's

wrong with the line...

Jasna! Are you asleep?

- No.

Come.

Sit down.

Now the two of us will have a drink.

We can treat ourselves too.

Cheers, daughter-in-law!

- Cheers, my Ljube!

Wow, it's strong! -Has to be.

Soft brandy is no good.

Now we can sip it.

I sat down with Boro like this

when he was leaving for Zagreb.

I told him what to do.

He kept saying, yes, aunt.

I thought, if he does one thing

I told him, I'd be pleased.

Lube, can I ask you something?

You don't have to answer.

Ask. Why wouldn't I answer?

How come Ante and you

never had any children?

I said it's my fault.

And it's not?

It's all the same. But it's less of

a shame for a woman to take the blame.

Some doctor in Zagreb told him

he could help. But he refused.

These are kids for him.

Men's business.

I almost don't feel bad about it.

We always treated Boro

as if he was our own.

He's my sister's son,

but just like my own.

He's that close to my heart.

He spent more time with us

than at his own house.

We sent him to school and all...

Yes, I know, Boro told me that

Pako didn't want him to go...

He wanted him to work the fields.

But Boro wasn't for it. -I know...

And Boro as well... It's been 20

years. He could have forgiven him...

Isn't that right?

I guess so.

- What is it, Ljube?

You should talk to Boro.

He held something back

from me, right?

See to it with him.

- Ljube, please, tell me.

Ljube...

It's about my sister...

So I guess I can tell you.

Boro's mother went to the lake.

And she let herself go...

Pako kept tormenting her

until he drove her to her grave.

And he didn't tell me...

It was a year before

he went to Zagreb...

If you can,

wait until you get back to Zagreb

and then settle it with him.

Good one... -Great!

- Way to go, uncle!

Did you see that?

Straight and neat!

Way to go, uncle!

- I'll make a better one.

Good evening! -What

are you doing here?

I'm going to watch them

play boccie. -You're drink?

Good evening.

- Hey -You're losing?

Uncle, we'll head home.

- OK...

I'll finish it up with Stipe.

What's the rush? Let me see you play!

- I'm not playing anymore. Come on...

He's not playing... -Want to make

a scene here? -You're a scene!

Jasna.

- What? You liar!

What? Am I embarrassing you?

We must save our faces in front

of the village! That's the worst thing!

Let's go home, you're drunk.

Come one... -I'll be drunk at home too.

Did Mijat's kid die from

a heart problem? -What?

What can you do... He was old,

his heart failed him. -What?

Was it like that? -What?

- I'm asking you, was it like that?!

Just keep quiet. If you open

your mouth, you'll tell a lie.

Please, go and play boccie,

wander around, that's your game.

You mother killed herself.

Was that so hard for you

to tell your wife?

My mom killed herself

because dad brutally abused her.

Yes.

Yes, now you know everything

and... -But you didn't tell me.

Come on, let's go home...

- I fit was you...

If you only said, please,

let's not every talk about this,

I'd say OK. But no. You lie,

because you're a p*ssy!

Jasna...

- Just like your father!

Aunt!

Where's Jasna?

Dad...

- Sleep, my son.

You drunk cow! What have you

done?! -I didn't mean it, I swear!

Shut up, you've woken the kid!

Jasna!

Back off! Get away from me!

Jasna... Don't be a fool...

Don't be a fool.

What are you doing?

Jasna! -Get away!

- Jasna, come back!

Come back, Jasna!

Jasna...!

Boro!

Cramp...

I got a cramp...

Take the kid to bed.

He doesn't want to go.

Luka! Go to bed.

Mom and dad will be here soon.

I'll see when my dad

can come here.

In about a week would be best.

- We'll be here even sooner

I thought, it'd be more convenient

because of the kid. -What?

Nothing. -Come on,

we'll strike a deal.

Look at him. He's nice, huh?

- Yes.

What?

You made your wife go to the lake...

It's not right that a kid

doesn't know his grandfather.

And has grandpa ever called Zagreb

to ask about his grandson?

You would have hung up on me.

Yes.

I did call.

- You didn't.

I called when the kid was born.

- You didn't. I would have known.

I called the hospital. Petrova.

He weighed 7 lbs 11.5 oz.

And I sent a bottle of

whiskey to the doctor.

Jozo's Rapo went to Zagreb so...

Doesn't matter.

You want to talk about other things.

And you?

You don't.

You drove my mother to her grave.

You never said a nice

word to her Not once.

But you don't want to talk...

- I never loved your mother.

Not for a moment. Never

I wanted to marry another one.

Why didn't you?

She died.

My father was killed...

My brothers fled to America.

I wanted to go to Germany but

I couldn't leave my old mother.

Your mother was ripe for wedding...

She gave me two sons

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