Underground Page #4

Scene 34a, take 2.

Action!

The Germans!

Natalija, darling!

Spring has arrived

on its white horse.

Rape!

No one will catch

Petar Popara, alias Blacky!

Natalija!

Long live the Communist Party

of Yugoslavia!

Rape!

Cut! Stop the camera!

Comrade Marko!

Get up all of you!

Stop the rain!

Comrade artists,

be happy in your work.

You are portraying...

great people

who are no longer with us.

We owe them a tribute.

Future generations must remember them.

May you live long, comrade artists!

Music!

Cheers, Comrade Marko!

Comrade Marko...

allow me to introduce

the heroes of your memoirs.

Get lost! Not now!

Are you me?

Marko!

Yes, I am you.

Unbelievable!

He looks just like me.

Where did you find them?

Casting is half my job.

Really? Unbelievable!

We're cut of the same cloth

and swapped our books for rifles.

"Shoot, my rifle,

for mother to hear you.

"Never will I abandon my country

to anyone."

Well, say hello.

What do you say?

She's so sweet!

Indeed!

Franz?

Franz the vampire.

It's very nice here

but I feel someone is missing.

God, is he the real Franz

or an actor?

Who knows?

An actor.

Yes, an actor...

Unbelievable!

It's all just like that night...

When you killed 11 Germans,

dived into the river...

- What a memory!

...and saved Blacky and Natalija.

Indeed!

Excuse me, please.

Blacky!

My friend!

God, Blacky...

Why did they kill you, my friend?

Why did they kill you?

Can someone protect the actors

in this film?

I've been burnt

three times already!

Three times!

Comrade Marko,

it will be a great film!

Are you afraid of God?

You mean,

are we afraid of God?

You'd better learn that text

as it's written.

Word by word. Understand?

Sleep tight.

What is this?

What you'll tell him

in the cellar.

This?

You know, trash like this,

whoever the writer

or the director may be,

is still trash.

If they ask me what I think,

here's what I think!

You're a poet, Marko!

Stick to poems!

Natalija, what's missing?

What's missing?

The truth!

The truth?

Yes, darling!

You know, the truth...

No text, my dear,

has any truth in it.

The truth exists only in real life.

You are the truth!

You!

You are supposed to be the truth.

There is no truth,

only your conviction

that what you act is the truth.

No, art is a lie,

a big lie!

We are all liars,

a little bit at least.

You scum!

They raped me, beat me...

What else did they do to me?

What?

Does it really matter if

those people in the cellar stay alive?

Yes it does, my dear.

You write heroic roles for yourself

and I get to play the whore.

Anyone can f*** your wife!

Get dressed

and put the make-up on.

I said I'd rescue you

in time for the wedding.

Come on, please.

Please, get dressed

and put your make-up on.

I said no.

I said no!

I can't act a part

I don't believe in.

Look what they did to her!

F***ing fascist

motherfuckers!

I love you!

Hear that?

She said she loved me...

What?

Did you hear that?

And you?

She said she loved me.

He's just like me!

Dear friends,

welcome to my son's wedding...

Cut it out!

This day has come at last.

My son, dad has bought gold rings.

Give one to your bride.

Do not be offended

by the modesty of the wedding meal.

What can we do?

There's a war on.

But everything we offer

is offered from the heart!

And if there was no war...

And if the times were any better,

and if his mother was alive...

Keep it happy, my friend!

Thank you, my friend!

Comrades...

This is the right moment

for all of us

to thank Comrade Marko

from the bottom of our hearts

for all these years

during which

he has looked after us,

fed us and tended to us.

I want to say:

Thank you, my Marko!

Thank you, Comrade Marko!

Sit down!

Last month, we produced

Is that nothing?

No, it's not!

Bravo!

Thanks, Marko!

But our greatest success

is our tank,

the one we made

with our own hands!

I am happy and proud of the fact

that the time will soon come

when we shall use our tank

to liberate our country for good!

Tank... forward!

Congratulations, comrades!

Congratulations!

Thank you, uncle Marko.

Whose brats are these?

They belong to us all.

Play, you f***er!

We...

The two of us made this together...

You shouldn't have.

Thank you, Ivan.

Come on,

I have something to tell you.

I need a quick word with him.

Listen...

as soon as everyone's drunk,

we'll get out to fight.

Not a drop until Liberation!

Marko will be angry.

I've waited for Marko, the Russians, Tito

and the Party

for 15 years!

The time's never right.

The time is now!

Let's kill the scum and end the war!

That's it, my son!

Let's go!

You little bastards!

Stop drinking, Natalija.

- Give me the bottle back.

- What?

- The bottle!

- I'll give you the bottle all right!

Here!

Stop drinking when I tell you.

I would but I can't look at you

when I'm sober.

You can't look at me

but you can look at him?

I thought I could

but I can't either.

You can't look at him either?

See this?

This is for you.

And this is for him.

I drink brandy and you've been drinking my

blood for 20 years, motherf***er!

Natalija, you f***ing b*tch!

F*** you and your f***ing mother too!

Where's Blacky?

How are you?

Darling! What is it, darling?

You're crying!

Why are you crying?

I don't know.

Are you happy?

Yes, I'm happy!

Are you crying

because you're happy?

Is it moonlight at noon

Is it sunshine at midnight

From the skies above

Light is beaming

Nobody knows, nobody knows

Nobody knows, nobody knows

What is really shining

Motherf***er!

What's wrong with you?

My time has come at last!

Cut it out!

You too! Here you are!

I've had enough of both of you!

Enough!

You pathetic little man!

What do you want?

What's wrong, Natalija?

I wasted my youth!

What youth?

Twenty years! Twenty years

of my blood-stained life!

This is a catastrophe!

This brandy's good!

It's strong! Real strong stuff.

The monkey's getting into the tank!

A catastrophe!

The gun's moving!

He's moving it! A catastrophe!

Some wine, Natalija?

Sh*t, I lost!

And I chose the rules.

If there was no war...

Otchy

tchernye...

Otchy strasnye...

I'd have been the leading lady

of the Moscow State Theatre.

I'd have performed

in my mother tongue...

What's this rubbish?

Since when has your mother

been Russian?

You're drunk!

Listen to me...

You can't talk to her

as if she was your wife!

Understood?

You're absolutely right!

Every good party

needs a Russian song!

Without the war, I'd have been

the Yugoslav Makovski.

I'd have gone to his grave

in Moscow,

bowed and said:

"You were heard from the heavens

like thunder.

"We marched along behind you."

Left! Left!

No one will listen.

The monkey's in the tank!

He's smart.

- It's a catastrophe!

- Get lost!

What did you want to tell me?

Something terrible.

So tell me.

Later, I don't want

to spoil the wedding.

Tell me, don't worry.

What?

You love Marko, right?

I know that.

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