St. George Shoots the Dragon

Inspired by true events.

They say Paris at night

is so bright...

the people don't know

if it's midday or midnight.

- Look how dark it is here.

- It has its advantages.

When you live in the dark,

it's much easier to die.

You barely lose anything.

Darkness replaces darkness.

And we deserve to live in the dark.

- Why, Grandpa?

- Because.

What other nation

curses the sun like we do?

We curse the bright sun,

the bloody sun...

It's a miracle

it shines on us at all.

Besides the sun,

we curse God, bread, mother...

What can a nation that curses

sun, God, bread and mother hope for?

Bloody sun!

I taught you to read and write,

and to count pigs.

But it's all useless

in this country.

I'll teach you something

that will be of some real use.

Get away from me, jinx!

F***ing raven! Bad luck.

Can't you play something cheerful?

Yes sir, Sergeant sir.

F***ing funeral music.

Stop playing and I'll let you

sniff my girlfriend's letter.

Serbian Army - Scout Unit

The Turks are moving

their artillery.

- Second Lieutenant, sir!

- I could hardly find you, scouts!

Now we get all the food

for the past week!

- We must inform HQ.

- After breakfast, neighbour.

It's a direct order, Sergeant.

Yes sir, neighbour sir.

- I forgot what a pig looks like.

- A pig?

A pig looks like a goose,

only without feathers.

Who took the other leg?

I want it back.

I'm asking you nicely.

Before you call Turks for help.

Come on, let's have it.

- Gentlemen...

- He looks like a spy to me.

- My name is Leonardo Spasic...

- Shut up!

He's got some kind of machine gun!

Let me waste him!

You can commit

cold-blooded murder, gentlemen.

But then you won't appear on

the front page of the Serbian News

as the brave liberators

of Old Serbia!

Gentlemen. Smile please.

ST GEORGE:

SHOOTS THE DRAGON

Gavrilo!

Look!

Who'd think a city girl

could make this on her own?

- What's wrong?

- Save it for my grave.

I don't need it now.

- We'll manage...

- Let go!

- You will manage.

- Gavrilo!

GiVe it to George!

He came back in one piece.

It'll look better on him.

Don't worry, he'll be back.

He loves you.

I'm sorry. I thought...

You're an expert on love?

No one came for you?

No.

Welcome home.

Two years later

Quiet down!

Zoja-man, angry!

Zoja-dog, mean!

Watch your dog, Vane!

Bite merchandise!

Gavrilo,

take me with you, please.

Grandpa told me

reading and writing is useless.

Take me with you,

just this once.

Why not, Gavrilo?

It's an honest living.

What's the problem?

Honest...

Yes, it is.

You. Run off home.

They just can't get enough.

Bloody Vukovic brothers.

Almost every night.

Sergeant! We can get them

on their way back!

Let them go this time.

The cattle will die without salt.

Besides, what would you do

for tobacco?

- Am I getting grey?

- Not at all, Sergeant.

Don't lie to me.

I still can't say nothing to you.

And I'd thought it all through.

Stupid woman!

I can't... I'm not a city girl.

Mile will take me home.

- What home?

- My home.

To my family.

Oh my God!

I'm so ashamed!

Kid, how come

you missed some of us?

If we're not equal here,

I'm changing establishments.

Damn right!

We natural unnaturals were the

best customers before the wars!

And then we unnaturals with medals

took over.

Him first...

Serious wounds have priority.

Since when does that apply here?

Don't bother serving me,

I'm sick of this.

Call me when you've decided!

Until then, no drinks!

That's my teaching!

Right in the face, every time.

- Just like Marx said.

- F*** Marx and f*** you!

Poisoning the kid's mind

with that foreign bullshit!

What's the use of school? All he

needs to know is to count pigs.

He'll make a decent living

from smuggling.

- Profiteers!

- Drop the politics, brothers!

Look at him.

What are you doing, Zoja?

When will you get rid of

that whorehouse monstrosity?

Spasic's wife ordered it,

but he won't have it in the house.

The mars right.

MoVe it!

Like we're for the mirror.

Better not look at it

at all.

Gendarmes. Three of them.

I finished it yesterday.

Who is it?

Me, George. That's me.

You wouldn't know, of course.

You prefer me in the dark.

Cover yourself.

People will talk.

Do I look better in the painting

or like this?

I have to go.

Sergeant, sir!

We have to hurry, sir.

- Trouble at the Normal Tavern!

- Baco's beating his wife to death!

Gendarmes don't deal with

domestic matters.

Deal with this one!

They treat women like cattle!

Right?

Wort let a decent man get drunk?

- Hit me, I don't know a better life!

- You don't, and you won't!

Don't you moVe!

Can you at least let us

finish this in peace?

You're not gonna f*** with me!

- You're not a f***ing gendarme, cow!

- I am, and I can jail your ass!

I'd rather rot than let her

humiliate me, like some women...

He's just drunken fool, George.

Sit down, have a drink.

Go home, you'll get over it.

Shoo... shoo!

Get away!

These beasts need a strong hand!

Madame Katarina,

can you eat these?

No. But they're beautiful.

And they smell nice.

Would you like to smell?

Come.

Does this mean

we shoot at our neighbours?

You heard the major.

Shoot on sight.

- Yes, sir!

- Wait.

Tell the smugglers

to stop crossing.

Good evening.

I'm not armed.

Can I go with you, sir?

Ask my brother.

He's selling tickets.

Get in!

Don't be afraid, scholar!

Give me a hand

with the other passengers!

Or, if you've got half a dinar...

- I have!

- Pay on the other side.

You scholars are a law-abiding lot.

Hop in!

- What's up, Zoja?

- He's a jinx!

Just when everything's

going so great, too!

Isn't it so, bro?

Jinx!

Tomorrow, to school!

Go ahead, feed them!

Sava River - Border between

Serbia and Austria-Hungary

I pray to you, St George,

to shoot the German ship.

Zoja, it's okay.

Keep Gavrilo safe, and our boat,

my buddies the pigs... the jinx too!

They've gone.

What's wrong, scholar?

Sh*t your pants?

Pigs are the only beasts

who don't know the stars exist.

It's their necks...

they can't look up to the sky.

They can only look down, at the mud.

Pigs still happy.

Mud's all they see,

their whole lives.

- They must miss the stars.

- Stars!

Any pictures in that book, jinx?

They're late.

This doesn't smell good.

- Well, I'm off.

- Quiet! You'll go when I tell you.

Zoja, sing.

Let's go.

Wait.

Gavrilo, this time, no credit.

You're always first here.

- Like you're Austrian, not us.

- Did you bring everything?

Everything. Direct from Vienna.

Quick! Unload!

Wait!

- You cut it, right?

- No way! Cross my heart!

Best salt in the Empire!

- Certified. No double-cross.

- Check it out.

Not bad.

- How could it be bad?

- We'll take it.

Look at the mirror.

Fit for an emperor!

Careful! Break it

and you die!

For you.

What's with this art stuff,

Gavrilo?

- Hope it's not yours.

- Cut the crap.

Gavrilo, hurry up.

This is no f***ing trade!

Venerable Serbs and Gypsies...

I'm delighted to see

the cooperation

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