Ledina Page #4

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Call us if you're in danger.

Your stinky rears smell fishy.

- Shut the hell up!

- Hell, no!

Do you do any Greek?

This is the entrance gate.

What have you done? What?

- Nothing.

- She's crazy!

Shame on you!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday. Come here, my

love.

My big boy.

After breakfast

we're off to Senjak to Granny.

You soil your panties on purpose.

You should be ashamed.

If you soil clean sheets again,

I'll throw you out of the window.

No, it won't happen again.

What did I do to deserve this?

What sin did I commit?

- I'm going to kill you!

- Please, don't.

Please, Mommy, don't do that.

Hi, neighbors.

You're doing good.

Thanks.

Did you see these gentry?

They got a cat.

I saw it this morning.

In the idiots' bed.

They don't give a damn

about their health.

- Where are they going?

- Nowhere! For a ride.

Wouldn't hurt them to help us.

Who am I doing it for?

I'm childless.

My grandkids live in Toronto.

- Paja, get some water.

- Right.

I moved my car so we can work

and he...

Namesake, come over here.

Come on, I won't hurt you.

Some doctor phoned for you,

but I didn't want to wake you.

You should have.

Sorry, I didn't know.

- What did he say?

- It's Dr. Mitrovic from Psychiatry.

You should bring the court papers

and the whatchamacallit.

- Expertise?

- Yes.

And bring the "object".

- Thanks.

- He said he'd call you.

Something wrong with your head?

Wake me next time.

All right.

Where are you hiding?

Where are you?

Rowdies are messing on the ground.

It's the guy from Level

Get the f*** off the village green!

Lmmediately!

- What?

- Come here, you old c*nt!

- Get the hell out, you prick!

- They might be armed.

Now he's turned on.

Come suck our c*cks, you old c*nt!

If I come down, you won't get up!

Call the cops.

I'm waiting. Come get it.

This is Belgrade Police Department.

Please hold the line.

- Paja!

- They wouldn't answer.

They don't give a sh*t

about us poor suckers.

You can't screw me.

Are you coming down?

Come down to blow us

on your village green, you c*nt.

What do you want, bastards?

You want me to suck your d*cks?

You pussies don't have the balls.

You c*nt!

- Hi, kids!

- Hi, Granny.

- Still driving that crate?

- Well...

He sure is.

- Granny.

- My boy.

It's beautiful.

It must have Persian blood.

- What's its name?

- Kolja.

- Dad gave him the name.

- How are you?

- Sure.

- This is for you.

Thanks a lot! Come in.

Take off your jacket.

Come here.

- Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

This is Grandpa's clarinet.

It made him famous.

- A real clarinet!

- A real one.

Every time I see him

he's more handsome.

He's having a hard time

in New Belgrade.

- Why?

- You should see the neighbors!

The cake is delicious.

Anybody for some more?

Unbeatable, Mom. To your health.

Cheers. Cheers, kids.

What about your new neighbors?

I wanted to talk to you.

So many primitives in one place.

- Primitives?

- They quarrel.

They gossip, curse, wallow in filth.

And they eat it up, right?

- For them it's normal.

- Most are newcomers.

They're unhappy

and prone to quarrels.

- You should know that.

- Since I'm a newcomer.

Not only that.

New Belgrade has changed

since the war in Bosnia and Croatia.

If it weren't for Petar,

I'd return to Dubrovnik right now.

You couldn't live

under the same roof with me.

You should have heeded me

and left for Prague.

Dad's family would welcome you.

He was famous.

He played at the Prague Philharmonic.

You had the chance but didn't leave.

- It's not my fault.

- Please don't. It's Petar's birthday.

Petar, let's go.

- One more minute.

- It's late.

What did you want to discuss?

Not now. It's late.

I'll give you a call.

Wait.

Dragan, take Dad's pension.

In hard, foreign currency.

Thank you.

If she wants to leave, let her go.

You keep Petar.

Mom, please stop talking like that.

Things are complicated enough.

Let's go. Thanks.

Thanks. I'll give you a call.

Let me give you a kiss.

Mom, let me sleep.

What did I get on my math test?

You got an A. Now shut up.

- Not here.

- Who gives a sh*t?

You don't know how she is.

- Who?

- Zorica.

What is it, Mom?

Hurry up.

Put a pillow under my butt.

I'll kick your asses sooner or later,

you motherfuckers!

The coffee's ready.

Don't wake him up.

- Everything okay?

- Yes.

- We're not going back to your mom.

- Absolutely.

What are we going to do?

Start all over again.

Get used to folk all day

and techno all night.

- Nothing wrong with that.

- Perfect.

We buy the off-white and freeze it.

We eat sausage,

drink brandy, watch Pink.

And let the damned world go to hell.

You'll become a true Serb.

- Let's go for a walk.

- Fine.

- We ruined his birthday.

- No.

- I have pangs of conscience.

- Nonsense. Let's go to the river.

- Did you call me?

- Let's go for a bike ride.

- I don't believe my eyes.

- Look how big they are.

Three heaping piles.

Here he comes.

BREAKFAST ON THE LAWN

Motherfuckers!

You have chocolate filling.

I have the bread.

Have you been waiting for me?

Nikola, we had an agreement.

I didn't expect any problems.

But last night...

- I'm sorry.

- This is no cathouse.

I won't put up with that.

You have to leave.

- Please don't.

- Get your kit and caboodle and leave.

Come in.

I'm so mad I started smoking.

The cigarette looks good on you.

Wait! Where were you?

Who did you visit?

- Pardon?

- What are you doing here?

- Who are you?

- Answer my questions.

- What questions?

- Why are you here at 6:30?

- Were you on my lawn? What's that?

- None of your business!

Answer my questions!

This might end bad for you.

What's up?

I asked him what he was doing here.

Jerks and junkies can't screw me!

Neighbor, please wait.

He's Zorica's boarder.

- Calm down.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- You should've asked.

- I did.

Nobody in this world

is going to screw me anymore.

I told them to lay off.

I cut off my brother's hand with it.

I never regretted it.

Until I heard you playing.

I won't need it anymore.

Petar, easy.

Now step on it.

It doesn't matter where we are

as long as we're together.

You really think so?

What's up?

- Kolja's gone.

- Check the stairwell.

- I'll look.

- Don't be long.

Okay.

What are you doing here? Stealing?

I'm looking for my cat.

Have you seen him?

None of your stuff is here.

Nothing but my belongings.

Kolja's gone!

- Gone?

- Somebody stole him.

We'll find him.

We'll search high and low.

- What happened?

- Kolja's gone.

- Vanished.

- How?

I've searched the whole building.

Don't cry, we'll find him.

It's those old hags!

I know it's them.

Didn't we agree on something?

- They hate us because of Mom.

- I told you not to talk like that.

They're ugly and stinky!

- Go to bed!

- Mom was right. We should've moved.

You don't decide who's right.

- No need to shout at him.

- He mustn't behave like that.

You put that crap in his head.

- We must find the cat.

- Tomorrow.

Zorica come, I'm ill.

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