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we already got her drunk

so she won't cause

a scene at the border.

As long as she doesn't throw up

all over my string bass.

Wow, Little Red Riding Hood.

We're doing a movie.

The first Croatian-Serbian

co-production.

Premieres this summer.

A good man wants to help,

but if he has to lie...

to hell with them.

That's how I got myself out

of that mess...

Or at least I thought so.

But where one story ends,

another begins.

Here, madam... the bathroom,

feel free to freshen up.

This is the closet.

Plenty of hangers.

These drawers are yours.

I'll put these things away.

There's the kitchen.

You can leave

your shoes here.

Here's the fridge.

Nothing, I'll pick up

something later.

So... in the bathroom...

-I'm clean.

The light doesn't work so well,

sometimes it won't click on...

Just give it a tug or two.

I'll put these things away

so you have space for yours.

Do you want to try me

right away?

Just make yourself

at home.

Good night.

There's a king size bed,

a living room,

a bathroom

and a kitchen, too.

You'll be working alone

in that place?

She's struck gold. These polite

Croats are weak fucks,

you won't even feel it.

-Good for her.

Sure is. He didn't hit me once.

Wait, wait... he didn't

punched you or kicked you?

Unbelievable!

Not even when he was trying

you out? -He didn't try me.

F***ing fagot!

-Croat pervert!

You won't know this road.

It was built not even

two years ago.

It's not in such

bad shape after all.

No holes. Windows and

doors need to be put in;

maybe some work done on the

roof. Paint it inside and out,

put in some power lines

and indoor plumbing

and you could live

quite comfortably.

Give me a double.

What are you doing

back here?

What are you staring at,

Peric, just keep pouring.

Bring the bottle.

You're back! You've come to

fix the house and to visit me?

You think my husband's gonna

let a Serbian whore prance

in front of my house?

Why are you all standing around?

You let her drink here

and while her husband

slaughtered Croats,

you were all clapping!

Hit her, Mio!

Go right away, or else.

D'you hear?

Don't whisper, smack her

so she knows her place!

Janitor... Still jerking off

to the suiting up for PE?

What?!

What the hell?!

Go.

No one will be hitting

or insulting this woman.

I knew it would be like this.

Women are complex beings;

they speak even

when they say nothing.

You only get to know a woman

when you look at her up close,

because from afar you

can't get to know a town

or a house,

let alone a woman.

You only watch from afar

when there's a war on.

Soldiers watch

their enemy from afar,

and they are sure

that they know him.

Because that's a soldier's nature,

they aren't required to think.

They just get their orders.

And wait.

But even if you know

what's already happened,

you can never tell

what's about to happen.

Bananas and two yogurts.

If a woman was

a man's only worry...

...he'd have it easy.

But he doesn't.

Who cooks for you?

I do, mom.

How's business going?

It's alright.

Does your wound hurt?

A little, when

the south wind blows.

I read that they will increase

pensions for disabled veterans.

That's a good thing.

-I know.

This is old news.

When his mom arrived

in the hospital two months ago,

the doctor told him

straight away.

Your mom's lab reports are in.

What can I say?

She has complete

kidney failure

and is entirely dependent

on the machines

until we find a suitable donor,

of course, you see?

Am I not one?

-I know.

But your dear mother doesn't want me

to cut you open, butcher you up, see?

Never mind what she wants,

I'm the donor.

Fine, we'll know everything

after they do

a check-up on you

down in the basement.

Trouble will make

a man do anything.

When a mother is sinking, a son

will grasp hot irons if necessary.

Every son, even Martin.

And then the doctor told him...

It's no use.

Your results aren't good,

so you really won't be able to

give a kidney to your mother.

We must do another check-up

on you so I can see

what's wrong there.

Here's the referral. Bye!

And that's when mom said...

Don't you lose

any sleep over that.

It's not the end of the world

if you can't be the donor.

aklina will be. My sister's

as good as they come.

She'd give her heart to me,

let alone a kidney.

That's just what sisters do.

And that's when

mom's sister said...

Plasma 142 cm.

Or LCD. HD.

PAL sucks.

I'd give her

my kidney right away

but that requires an operation

and you can easily die

once they cut you open.

And if I die,

how can I leave my husband

with such a TV?

I can barely see it

and he's even worse off.

Look at him,

all squinty-eyed.

Why doesn't he get glasses?

-He can't.

They make him look ugly.

And then she said...

Hayabusa GSX 1300R Super Sport,

that's what he wants.

I think the Suzuki

Bandit 1250 is right for him.

That's a true street classic

but you can choose.

Now that he's got a bike,

he'll find a girlfriend

and can get married tomorrow.

That's why we're adding a floor.

Paid for the materials and all,

but the builders want cash.

Once we pay for that,

I can die in peace.

Now what?

If he could sell maps

to earn money for Desa,

he could do the same

for his mother.

Klaric, Klaric...

Here it is...

Thank you.

Thank you again.

Are you a fagot?

Not all people are fagots.

There're other sorts.

Some are private detectives.

And their work's

truly a man's job.

Whenever you get a case,

it takes all your strength

and smarts to solve it.

She's at the market.

Going from one stall to another,

buying cucumbers

and carrots.

Look, I know they always

meet at places

that aren't suspicious,

like the market.

I cooked it for ten min

and when I took it out,

it was like it hadn't been

cooked at all.

What's she talking about?

With whom?

Suspence is growing.

She's discussing cooking

with her mother.

Aha, she's cooking for him...

I can't talk now,

this's the scariest part.

She's buying lingerie.

Awful design.

Whore! I'm gonna kill her!

Nothing has happened.

I'll call you if something starts.

Something's always up.

Focus, Mr. Martin.

Listen, Mr. Kokotovic,

I'm doing my job.

Don't keep calling me.

I'll keep following her,

regardless of the danger.

And the work of a PD

can be very dangerous.

Especially if someone

accidentally notices you.

And everything you experience

in life is accidental.

Granny, granny,

why are your eyes so big?

So I can see you better.

Granny, granny,

why are your ears so big?

So I can hear you better.

Why are your teeth so big?

So I can bite your ass.

And why are

yourjohnson so big?

So I can rip you apart!

Everything in life

happens accidentally.

Only accidentally can you get

your hands on a good movie.

Or accidentally see

an acquaitance after ten years.

Come save me, hunter!

Now, do you think

Martin's a fagot...

No.

And? What's she saying?

-She wants to come back.

Unbelievable.

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