Underground Page #6

Close your mouth!

Where is the kid now?

He really gets on my nerves!

Son!

There is no life for us

in this country.

No, my love...

We can't go on living...

with lunatics...

madmen...

psychopaths...

maniacs...

liars...

thieves...

criminals...

murderers...

Can we?

No, we can't.

We can't, my love.

There.

There's no place

for an honest man in this country.

No place at all.

Under the bearing wall!

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Marko Dren's disappearance coincided

with the loss of the secret formula

of Tito's Yugoslavia.

Tito, having lost his friend,

fell ill.

Twenty years later, he died...

Part Three - The War

Ivan still hoped to see Soni...

Mircovic,

where did this marvel come from?

Officially, he's dead.

Dead?

On the contrary, he looks good.

You said officially?

The Yugoslav embassy says so.

A man bearing the same name

died in 1941

during the bombing of Belgrade.

He was the zoo-keeper.

Do you know if...

Look

what he drew for me.

If he was an Indian,

they'd call him

He Who Surrenders.

He told me unbelievable things.

He says

he lived the whole time in a cellar.

Communism was one big cellar.

The whole planet

is a cellar.

I'm going to Portugal this summer.

Perhaps he could show me

an underground motorway.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, Ivan!

It isn't for me!

Why do you cry all the time?

I want to go home

to Yugoslavia!

There's a war over there.

A horrifying war!

I know.

Not the war you're thinking of.

In our country,

there's only our war.

World War II ended 50 years ago.

And the Germans won.

No, they didn't, they lost.

So why are they celebrating?

You're lying to me, doctor.

You work for the Germans.

You work for them, don't you?

Yes, I work for them

but not those Germans.

You're a traitor!

What am I?

A traitor?

I'll show who the traitor is!

I didn't want to show you this

but look for yourself.

Who's on these Interpol warrants?

Look.

Who?

My brother Marko and Natalija.

They're wanted by the police

throughout the world.

They killed some people in a cellar, traded

arms...

The crates were stamped

with a monkey.

Your Soni, maybe.

Where are you going?

Ivan!

What's wrong?

He lied to me!

Who lied to you?

My own brother!

Don't do anything stupid!

Ivan, we're not children!

Let's go back!

Come back!

Oh, f*** it!

Stop messing around!

Come back!

Wait for me!

I can't...

I can't go on!

I'll die!

Wait!

Stop, for God's sake!

Which way to Italy?

We don't know. We're lost too.

Where did you come from?

Bosnia. Where are you going?

To Yugoslavia.

No Yugoslavia!

What do you mean?

There's no more Yugoslavia!

Can we come?

Yes, if you pay DM 1,000.

They paid as well.

Ivan, wait!

Let's go to Italy!

We'll eat spaghetti!

We'll drink wine!

Let's go with these people!

What does he mean,

no Yugoslavia?

I've had enough, Ivan.

I'm going to Italy

or to f***ing hell!

I can't go on!

Take care.

Wait!

Wait for me!

Take care, Ivan!

Where...

have you been?

Blood...

Has anyone seen my Jovan?

No.

Load!

Fire!

Nowhere to be found...

F***ing fascist motherfuckers!

I don't have time to bargain,

to haggle over percentages.

I've come here to help you,

independently

of our religious, national

and political differences.

But I ask only one thing of you:

please don't shout.

We'll reach an agreement

in a civilized, educated way.

You need me,

not the other way round.

Don't worry.

The Serbs kill the Croats

and the Croats kill the Serbs.

Don't be afraid.

You're too kind.

Don't mention it.

You're young, kid.

You don't understand.

I do, but you've been abroad too long.

You don't understand our language.

You're asking too much.

Understand? Too much.

I'm asking the minimum.

DM 3 per bullet?

Minimum!

$100 per grenade?

Buy from Hungarians,

you f***er!

Ivan...

My brother!

What are you doing, Ivan?

Have you gone mad?

It's a sin to kill your brother!

The greatest sin!

Don't, Ivan!

Forgive me, Ivan!

I saved your life three times.

I saved your life three times!

It hurts! Ivan, don't!

Forgive me, Ivan.

God sees everything, Ivan.

God will punish you.

He'll punish you!

Lord, forgive me.

What are you doing?

My love...

"No war...

"is a war...

"until a brother...

"kills his brother."

My love!

Come on, you old hag!

Young man, this is my husband.

Move when I tell you to!

What are you waiting for?

Get down!

Comrade Commander, we've captured

and 3 UN men.

Plus two war profiteers

with a Mercedes.

What do we do with them?

Profiteers...

Execute them on the spot!

Comrade Blacky!

Pockets searched, soldiers disarmed.

The profiteers' passports...

What do I do with all these people?

Take them to the well.

Any sign of Jovan?

No.

No...

I protest, sir!

Me too, comrade!

I'm no "comrade", sir.

And I'm no "sir", comrade.

What are you?

Ustasha, Chetnik, partisan?

I'm Petar Popara Blacky.

Which army are you in, comrade?

My own!

Do you have a superior?

Yes, my country!

F***ing fascist motherf***er!

Marko, my brother!

Natalija...

my love!

I can't find Jovan.

See, my dear monkey.

Who would have thought it?

Nobody.

Imagine that you have a son,

a baby monkey.

And someone hides him from you...

And you search for him for years...

But you can't find him anywhere.

Say, isn't that sad?

And what a son I had!

Do you remember my Jovan?

What was he like?

A strong lad.

Just like me!

There is no more sun

There is no more moon...

Did you hear that?

Did you hear?

Jovan!

My son!

Light of my life!

Jovan, my son!

I knew I'd find you! I knew it!

Who organized this?

Mum did.

Here's to you!

My friend!

Did she really have to come?

She's my friend's wife!

Are you crazy?

I know what's what.

What do you know?

I'm not stupid.

They're married!

My friend!

Natalija is a little embarrassed.

Let me introduce you.

Meet my friend's wife!

Pleased to meet you.

Play louder!

That's it, Vera!

Let bygones be bygones.

He's grown so fast.

Look at him.

Big guy, isn't he?

Fifteen years, Vera.

What do you mean, fifteen?

Twenty!

No, fifteen.

- Twenty!

- Fifteen!

Twenty!

I know my own son's age!

My sunshine!

Sister!

Bato! My sweet brother!

You're dancing!

Marko, look, he's dancing!

Look, Marko!

Let's dance together!

Forgive me?

I can forgive

but I cannot forget.

Here we built new houses

with red roofs

and chimneys where storks will nest.

With wide-open doors

for dear guests.

We'll thank the soil for feeding us

and the sun for warming us.

And the fields for reminding us

of the green grass of home.

With pain, sorrow and joy,

we shall remember our country,

as we tell our children

stories that start like fairytales:

Once upon a time,

there was a country...

This story has no end...

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