Mecava

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SNOWSTORM:

based on a play

of the same name

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LIKA, year 1927

Here you go. And tell your father

that this is the last one.

I won't give in faith anymore.

He owes a lot.

How will he pay back? Then...

...I can't put it on tab of

your future husband.

Eh, my girl, who knows...

...maybe he married another

one over there in America.

Goodbye.

In America they don't know

how to find a girl like this.

Yes, he went very young.

It's been 7 years since then.

Whose girl is that?

You will know her father.

Jole.

Handful of sorrow.

Drunk.

He was twice in America.

Twice in America,

and he buys on credit?

I thought they were

all rich over there.

Dear God, if it were like that...

And how much of our own

is in America, then here

instead of his shop

a kind of bank would shine.

He's thief!

He stole a lot of our money.

While your father was first time

in America he sent me a lot of money.

And I left everything in his shop.

You can imagine how much money was

spent there during those 14 years.

Besides that...

When Jole came back

for the first time,

he came full of money.

For months in his house,

for a whole day,

coffee ran and schnapps poured.

He wanted to build

a new house, barn, stable...

...but when he was cutting wood

for house in Velebit,

for misfortune, beech fell right

over the head of his son Makica.

And how old was his son?

14 years.

You say...dead?

On the spot.

Afterwards, he sold all that

wood...

...cement, nails, bolts.

And all to Lukesha.

And all for half of price.

And he didn't built his house?

The hell he did.

He made this daughter.

And, half a year later,

he went to America.

There he went down the drain.

Started to drink all the way.

Then he invented stories...

...how he was attacked by a wolf.

Then... how he strangled a wolf.

And one, again to him,

took half of his leg.

He is lying, lying.

But some devil did took

part of his leg.

You can see that.

He is telling how

he strangled a wolf.

Canadian one.

Like, he strangled...

But that's when he's drunk.

But...

But... maybe he did?

Ha?

- Wolf?

He is lying.

To strangle a wolf...

I had a chance like that to

come across a wolf in patrol.

You have to have a steady

hand to kill it with a rifle...

...he strangled it with hand,

he's lying, lying!

All those who come back lie!

They are lying to have money,

lying not to have money.

They are lying how they've been

with all that women, that they...

...have seen the world, beauty.

Crap!

I don't know what kind of devil

drives them to go to America.

Who want's to do something,

can do it here also.

To me, America is where...

- ...your shop is!

It is! It is!

But if everyone owned shops,

who would buy from whom then?

Well, now...

...about that, some of the people

have to go to America.

Looking for a better life,

can you understand me...

But we are a small country, poor

and everyone is giving birth.

...giving birth, my brother.

When here everyone

fucks in 5 or 6 kids.

And there are some

that make up to 12, 15!

Who will feed that?

They have to go to America.

Sergeant has right.

People breed, breed.

Multiplying, on their own shame.

And you could say, on state misery.

And then I go...

I go...

In Australia, America, to devil...

For food...

Like birds that are flying.

Like...

...like rabbits, like hungry beasts.

Just...

Sergeant, sir, I've never heard

of a policeman that went to America.

Is it because America has

a lot of it's own policemen?

Or because we need

our own like, how can I say...

They are needed so much,

that we don't let them go.

Father is probably drunk already

since he is singing.

My darling, he is drunk daily.

He will calm while he drains

the one you brought.

Go.

If Makica was still alive, he would be

prouder because he would have a son.

He neglected himself like this.

It wouldn't be like this for us

neither if Makica was alive.

House would be full of children.

You would have so many grandchildren.

As it's told,

Marko succeeded in America

over all limits.

He has a shop there.

So he called his son Ivan

to come and help him.

But he sends so much money, Kata is

building a house on two levels...

...like church!

You say, that son... deposited his

girlfriend with his fathers money.

Then lock between legs,

like on the store...

...and let the girl wait.

But it will be worthwhile

to her and her father Jole.

Because what would they be

without his money? Nothing!

Misery, if you feel me.

Misery, misery.

Don't go.

Apart from,

would you hop to Stipurina

to hitch up sleigh

and gives us a ride.

At this hour?

Just before night?

But the snowstorm is

about to become crazy.

I am counting on our arrival

to barracks before dark.

And how will you return Stipurina,

he will get caught in storm?

So you would rather that

two of us get caught? Patrol?

I understand you.

Just like Stipurina, is it?

Such people like Stipurina you have

as much as sh*t, all over America.

And you are policemen,

snowstorm can't catch policeman.

I'm not the one in

question Toma, my rifle is.

Without uniform and rifle what am I?

Same as you are.

No one and nobody.

Is that clear?

- Clear!

Rifle in the storm?

Left in snow?

What is that?

Dead thing.

But rifle in a trained hand...

Ha?

Look at her eye!

Come on, say it Toma!

When you look at it like this.

What do you see, ha?

To God...

I see wisdom and power.

You and the rifle.

You see it wrong, Toma.

Rifle and the policeman are one

and you can't see two of them.

You see only power.

Strenght.

F*** wisdom.

Wisdom isn't important or necessary.

There, you had a smart teacher

in the villlage nearby.

So...?

Three years of prison.

Big wisdom...

Then, let me hop to Stipurina.

So you don't waste your time.

And how did you say it...?

F*** wisdom and the

one who needs it.

Why didn't you go to America too?

- Nobody called me.

People just go there to earn

a lot of money and come back.

And they stay long

and nobody comes back.

Those who are doing well

is sorry to end it and keep thinking,

one more year.

And those doing bad are

waiting for a good job to settle.

And like that waiting, years go by.

At least faster to them than to you

women here, alone like this.

Than it is not your business.

Go, go.

Your Ivan has left,

for 7 years ago.

Well, he is not married to you.

But he engaged you.

It's been dragging on.

Mother?

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