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You get 2 years conditionally at best...

When it happens for the 2nd time, it doesn't matter if you've

been involved, judge convicts you as you already have files.

And a vicious circle is closed.

Now, think if this is a worthwhile

or not. You can go now.

Do you aware of situation?

- No.

Want me to help you?

Want me to help you more?

Is it about Tito or what...

Is it because he's in the hospital?

You know very well what kind of the situation is, and

you're shitting on some roof. Whose idea was that?

I don't know.

- Kadunc, put your hand down.

You wanna go down to gym?

- No, thanks.

Well Kadunc, you had nice conditionally sentence,

and now you're about to sit in a jail for awhile.

Sead.

- How come you?

You are not in Kranjska Gora?

- Not anymore.

What happened?

- I got sick.

Where is the kid? Call him over here.

- What's the problem now?

Call him.

Sit.

Math - B.

Slovenian language - A.

Biology - A.

History - B.

Single party-system and

basis of the Marxism - B.

Physics - B.

Haris, why's that?

- He knows very well.

He's got two reprimands.

''Insulting of character and work

of comrade Tito.''

Are you out of your mind?

How long you'll make me blush

in front of people?

Do you know what's the

situation in the country?

External enemy at the borders,

internal awaits for every chance

and you play the wiseass here.

It's not my blame.

- Is it mine, then?

Why your ex-friend Kadunc

didn't think earlier about it?

I don't wanna hear any word about this.

- So, you won't.

I won't.

- You won't!

So I won't!

Little girl was sewing a red star

A star red like a blood

and she sang this song

a song about days of freedom.

Little girl was singing a song

as young partisan came to her

who fought for golden freedom

for peasant's and worker's home.

You sew your red star, little girl,

and then sing cheerfully,

to black fascist Gestapo,

we gave bloody battle.

Sead, I am pregnant.

What?

- I am pregnant.

Really? -Please, let's go

somewhere for a talk. Please.

Sead and Metka,

where are you goin'?

Metka is not feeling very well.

Alright, but come back until

speech of comrade nidari.

Thanks to our choir. Now, I invite our

dear special guest, comrade nidari,

member of ''Presidency of the League of Working

People'' of Socialist Republic of Slovenia.

Please, comrade nidari.

Comradesses and comrades,...

Did you tell somebody?

- No.

That's fine. It doesn't have

to be spoken around.

We'll fix it somehow.

- How, Sead?

I'm in a second month. In november

is my term. Get it, in november?

Calm down, I'll work, you'll study.

We didn't the first whom this happened.

It will be alright, Metka.

Metka.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't know.

What's up, Metka, feeling cold?

Any problem, guys?

Bosnian, no one ask you anything.

Metka, why wouldn't you

warm up a bit with me?

Scram all of you, now.

Did someone understand anything?

... long live May 1st, holiday of work,

long live comrade Tito!

Sid, you'll kill yourself

with booze!

True.

When a broad f*** your brains up,

that's really a sh*t, eh?

She's not a broad.

I bet we'll take him to pumping

even today.

She's not a broad.

- She isn't.

She's not.

Waiter!

Bring two pints over here.

It's enough already, man.

Two pints here!

- You've got enough.

For Bomb.

I haven't seen him for three months.

OK, for Bomb.

It could be expected.

They've had him at gunpoint long ago.

Because of his father.

Oh, you don't know...

His father was a manager of this...

How it calls?

Export company.

- Of some export company.

He had to hand over certain amount

of cash somewhere abroad,

and then he went and

lost without any trace.

He do a runner.

Bomba was still a kid.

Dad left him and the mother,

he remembers him

only from the photos.

That's how it started.

They kicked him out from every school.

For staying in this gymnasium, he only has to thank

to his mother who has connections. - That's right.

Redneck!

Shut up, redneck.

Whom did you tell ''Redneck'',

you bum?

What, you want something, eh?

Buckle up a bit.

Wait, Sid!

He got drunk a bit...

Let me go!

Let Ljubii screw you!

F***ing Slovenian youth!

F*** you!

Mr. Haffner, what is

bringing you here?

Comradess Mulahasanovi,

I don't know where to start.

I am Metkas father.

Please.

- Thanks.

Your son Sead and my daughter...

We were all young once. So to speak.

Is there any problem?

- Yes.

We decided that the best

thing is to forget all this.

Metka decided to do abortion.

He beg me to tell you that.

I hope that this won't hurt

your son too much.

Want some more coffee?

- No, thanks.

Sead, Sead...

- What is it, mom?

Mr. Haffner was here.

Why didn't you tell me?

What is with Metka?

You're still young.

Try to understand.

No.

Dad, what is this?

Transfer, my son.

What one can do?

We are moving.

It's good you're here. Go to basement

to help your mother with packaging.

How come transfer?

- Like that. We are moving.

Tomorrow at 4:
00 PM

truck is coming for us.

F***, it won't unscrew...

Why are you standing there?

And what's with all this stupid questions?

'Cause I have something to ask you as well.

Come on, pack.

Listen, there won't be me in that truck.

Doesn't have to!

You think I want to go?

I wish to go, eh?

I do, right? But Sead my son, order

is an order, and it has to be respected.

Please, stop with foolishness!

- Foolishness!?

Right. -Those are

foolishness for you!?

We live like Gypsies.

One year in every city.

Do you think about anything else but

your orders and how to carry out them!?

Do you think about the fact that my school

is here and my graduation is in a 15 days?

Mother feels good only here and you

promised her that she'll stay.

Sead, my son,

everything will be alright.

There are schools

there as well.

People too...

Army will fix all of that up.

Army will fix that up?

- Right.

Army will fix the thing

I have no friends!

I have no one.

F*** the army and

the one who invented it!

Hold it, Sead.

What did you say?

Sead!

You hit your father!?

You f***in'...

You bum!

I'll beat you brainless!

"... Presidency of SFR Yugoslavia,

to working class,

''to working people,

to nations and nationalities:

Comrade Tito died. "

- Dad...

Dad.

I stay here.

To Duko.

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