The Third Half

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March 12, 2012. You're

watching the morning news.

Our domestic report begans

with a moving ceremony.

Seventy years have passed

since the Second World War

stormed through Macedonia,

taking away many innocent lives,

Including 97 percent of the

Jewish population.

In memory of these victims,

symbolic funeral urns

containing their ashes

were placed yesterday.

In the new Holocaust

Memorial Center.

In her message to the

people of Macedonia,

US Secretary of State

Hillary Rodham Clinton

stated that, until recently,

their perished fellow countymen

- were on1y painful memories.

- But as of today

these urns will be their

eternal grave and monument.

Look who's talking! You're

the spitting image of me, girl.

Prem Rebecca,

Queen of the Promenade,

that's what they used to call me!

People didn't mix

in those times...

The only way you'd meet one

of his kind was on the streets.

Old Serbia reveals: The Germans

are advancing through France!

Churchill appeals to Mussolini to

remain neutral! Fashion Pages:

The Claudette Colbert

hairstyle! Buy Old Serbia!

- A bagel for you, Miss Rebecca?

- Thanks.

You want some more,

you stinking scum?

You son of a whore...

- It's not half-time yet, striker!

- I believe he's addressing you.

Oh, yeah... We're kind of

redecorating. We're decorators.

- You coming, striker?

- Striker?

A football player. The one

that shoots and scores.

We didn't have an opportunity

to be properly introduced...

Kosta the Count. Enchante.

And you are?

We're nice girls who don't

talk to deadbeats.

We're not deadbeats

we're worldly decorators!

- You coming back or what?

- Your assistant's calling you.

Can't you wait a second?

Hey! Why don't you

join me for a coffee?

We shouldn't hold you up,

you've got a busy day.

Good luck with the decorating!

handsome as ancient gods,

carried the torch

from Greece to Germany.

...thousands of athletes

from all over the world...

Thousands of athletes

from all over the world..

...from France, Hungary,

Egypt...

- from France, Hungary, Egypt.

- All of them marched before

the Fhrer in the biggest

stadium you can imagine.

I had the privilege of

being there,

to witness the most magical

spectacle in the world:

The Olympic Games in Berlin!

- I wonder who paid for that trip.

- That lousy paper he works for.

They sent him as a correspondent.

He's come back like a little Goebbels.

...and one day, even footballers!

But not the kind of

footballers who hit the bottle

and fight with the Gendarmes!

Not thugs or savages! Only

true sportsmen and patriots.

Come on, Dimitriy! Kosta

promised this was the last time.

Don't you lecture me, Prof!

He screwed it up just in time.

You know who we're up

against today?

Serbian Sword.

The almighty Serbian

Sword from Belgrade!

Those Serbs will

kick the sh*t out of us!

Shut your trap, Skeptic!

When I said almighty.

- I didn't mean invincible.

- But they are well fed.

And they've got brand new

jerseys, those pansies!

So you should at least

show some self-respect!

Their gendarmes call you yokels.

Their teachers force you

to speak their language.

Their soldiers have taken over

your county. And now they

even want to erase its name.

Let me hear you, lads!

What's the name of our country?

Macedonia!

And what's the name

of our team?

Macedonia!

It's a holy name, damn it!

Ty not to dishonor it.

Buzz off, Gypsy!

Nice speech you gave

them, Dimitriy.

I've had it up to here with

provincial amateurs.

- Smart thinking!

- One day football will be

the most popular sport in Europe,

and these mutts will be ready

for that day, dead or alive.

Keep to the left! The left!

Skeptic! Have you got

two left feet?!

Watch out, Cesar!

Block him, Gooh! - Block

him yourself, you schmuck!

One-nil...

hopefully they won't notch

up more than qhree goals.

"Slavia 2, Olympia 1.

Concordia 2, Citizen 2..."

Here we are:
"Serbian Sword 6,

Macedonia nil." - Read it out!

"Once again the home team's

defense only briefly endured"

the visitors' attacks. This was a

classic example of how enthusiasm

can never be sufficient against

the skill and knowledge

"of an obviously better and

more experienced team."

Here we go! One bowl of soup

for each three of you.

Any meat in here?

I only buy meat when

you win, Skeptic.

So that's why I can't remember

the last time I ate any.

Our respect, Mr Pavlovich!

Respect and deep condolences.

His name is Pavlov,

not Pavlovich.

You don't even know your own

father's name, you bastard!

Eat up your soup, kid!

Wasn't it you who was preaching

about self-respect, Dimitriy?

Well you haven't achieved

much to be proud of so far.

Which is why I have an

announcement to make.

We will soon have the services

of a professional coach.

I've personally invited

Mr Spib to join our team.

Who's Spik? - Rudolph Spitz,

the former Prussian striker.

A German?

Not only a German, Manga,

but a Berliner.

A real gentleman. Used to be one

of the best players in Europe.

A Kraut! - I'm not talking

politics with you, Afrika!

It's not about politics, Dimitriy.

Folks are afraid of the Krauts.

Football is the proletariat game.

You can't bring a Nazi into it!

- And who said he was a Nazi?

- Comrade Lenin said...

Well f*** both you and

your buddy Lenin!

It's me who formed this club

and I'll run it the way I want,

whether Lenin likes it or not!

Hold this for me!

Where are you going?

This discussion isn't over yet!

They say all the prem Parisian girls

are wearing yellow this season.

They say all the pretty Parisian girls

are wearing yellow this season.

Kosta the Count. Remember me?

Now I recall. The decorator.

You never told me your name.

Rebecca!

So, it's Rebecca? Although

I like Ramona better.

Like the song, "Ramona"...

Rebecca Cohen!

Did you hear me?

Coming, Dad!

Excuse me.

You're late for your

French lessons.

- I don't like French anyway.

- You'll like what I tell you to like!

Who's that scoundrel, Pepo?

A local street hawker, boss.

- A Christian?

- A nobody.

Don Raphael Cohen, the

richest banker in town.

Nothing personal, but

you stand a better chance

of courting the

Pope's daughter.

The Pope doesn't

have a daughter.

Try not to be such a

big-head, Skeptic!

Paris falls...

What's left? The moon?

Her playing blooms as she

does herself, don't you think?

She's capable.

I believe Mendelssohn

never sounded so tender...

It's Beethoven, sir.

What Beethoven?

The German?

I believe Beethoven

was Flemish.

Rubbish! I'm sure

he was German!

Ludwig VAN Beethoven, sir.

Well, in any case, go and

tell her to play Mendelssohn.

No dilemmas with him:

He was 100% Jewish.

The train's broken down. They're

sending him over on a dressage.

- On a draisine, you bozo!

- Aright.

And now we'll be waiting

here all day!

For a reason! We're not waiting

for some Gypsy fokune teller.

We're waiting for Rudolph

Spik, the man who coached

the best teams of Austria,

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