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Is he smacking you around?

Isn't letting you eat?

Does he make you

do farmers? What?

He's no pimp,

that's for sure!

If not, what is he?

That's just it. I don't now

what he wants from me.

Maybe he's into

organ sales, geez!

What organs? What's

the matter with you?

Don't come back.

This guy's feeding you,

letting you sleep in luxury

and isn't making you work.

Play dumb

and enjoy.

And keep out of his way.

You'll see what he wants.

Maybe he wants

to marry you. -Bye!

Ah, marriage. A happy

marriage is the best thing

that can happen to

a woman.

All women know that.

They know how things

work in a happy marriage.

A woman's world is her house

and a man's house is the world.

That's why husbands

are never home.

But as the saying goes:

a house doesn't rest on the

ground, it rests on a woman.

A single female hair has more

pull in it than a pair of oxen.

Lucky's the woman who knows

her husband loves her

and that he'll come

back home sooner or later.

I'm going.

Alright.

That's alright.

I'm here.

Welcome.

I'm the guy

that called yesterday.

Good for you, feel free

to call again tomorrow.

No, you don't understand.

I called about your late brother.

I know where he's buried.

-Good for you.

I said I'd give you

the information.

Keep it to yourself, buddy.

It's your brother! You don't care

where he's buried?

I'm not crazy to give one penny

for that piece of sh*t.

Not if he were alive, let alone now.

Let him rot where he is.

Hello.

I'm the guy

that called yesterday.

About the place where

your son is buried.

Just a minute.

Get lost.

Good evening.

Good evening.

How was work today?

Like every other day.

I wanted to bake a cake

but there's no more butter.

Could I?

Today is a great day,

great day, great day.

Our Desa's birthday,

birthday, birthday!

Congratulations!

Hello?

Croat.

Women are complex beings.

We men aren't capable

of understanding

why women do

what they do.

Who can know

what's on a woman's mind?

Happy birthday.

I had a vase.

Somewhere.

I wanted to make coffee

but there isn't any more.

And so gramps said:

Fine, let's bet on the other eye,

but this time we put in twice as

much. The guy said, it's a deal.

So gramps took out his dentures

and bit down on his other eye.

Coffee.

-A big coffee and a beer.

That's the truth.

Martin. Have you seen

my new car?

aluminum hub-caps, sunroof.

Came from Germany,

has 12,000 km,

all highway.

Even has fog lights.

What's up with you, Martin?

Found yourself

a Serbian bride?

Let's go,

we have people waiting.

Let me introduce you.

Desa, these are... -Janko.

A captain in

the Croatian army, retired.

This is Nikola.

Reserve ensign.

Do you know, Mrs...

Desa, is that right?

What a player

he was in his youth?

Did you tell her

how you and I

used to check out

girls together?

Let's see some ID,

this is a raid.

Cut the crap, Pita!

Come on, the gang's waiting.

Are you playing?

He's not, he's busy.

Let's go!

Goodbye.

After women, friends are

the best things in life.

You sleeping? Ustasha!

You motherfuckers!

What the f***

are you doing here?

We brought you some pie.

-You've been jerking off

to that Orthodox p*ssy all day long,

and we get nothing down there.

Have you even seen that

SA leader, huh? -Get out of here.

The Serb's got a new wife, keeps

running back home to f*** her.

People say she's one

hell of a piece of ass.

I have no idea. What,

you want them to see us?

I'm not going anywhere

until we see her.

Get your asses out of here.

They're gonna destroy us!

There she is!

F***ing hell!

Look at those tits!

Now you've seen her, now

jerk off. Get out of here.

The major is gonna have your asses.

-He can go f*** himself.

You'd think, once a friend,

always a friend.

A fine piece of ass.

Good for her.

But time takes its toll.

A man is not aware that

everything in the world changes.

Evan a mountain,

let alone a friend.

Though a man keeps hearing

bad things about his friends,

he doesn't believe a soul.

Just pay into my account

the sum we agreed on...

Martin, do me a favor...

Look, those aren't

just expenses.

You need to shoot a moving tire

from 120 m away.

What your friends

are really like,

you can only

find out accidentally.

Call me in half an hour, I must go,

otherwise it will overcook.

So shalt thou feed on Death,

that feeds on men,

and Death once dead,

there's no more dying then.

Only accidentally can you

hear a friend's voice.

That's the major.

It's better not to know

what your wife,

your children

and your friends think.

Is everything alright?

Just fine, I arrived today

from Belgrade.

Not over the phone.

Come over in half an hour.

But those whose business

it is to poke around

other people's

belongings, women

and houses tend

to forget that.

Nikola, tire. A regular.

Not a bulletproof one.

Security, at the last door. You,

get the bags. Get in the car.

Drive carefully.

Not crash the car.

Again. Money...

to me.

And close the door

behind you.

Good evening.

Here's the detailed description.

Yes?

Maps of the graves of Croats

who have gone missing

during the war.

And then you

accidentally find out

what your friends

do for a living.

This is the information about

where they were buried.

Down to a meter, here.

Now, the maps you sent me

were worth 1,500

euro per person.

Here it's worth more,

And you accidentally

find out

that maps are where

the big money is.

Why should I buy information

from you that I already have?

But that is our information.

-It's mine too!

A smart man investigates

why business isn't going well.

Just a minute.

Because a smart man knows -

everything comes

to those who wait.

Get lost.

And when a smart man

hits a snag, he turns to books.

The medals of war

gave an honorable cling

in the festive echo

of revenge and death.

For we, which now behold

these present days,

have eyes to wonder,

but lack tongues to praise.

Shakespeare.

For I am shamed by

that which I bring forth,

and so should you,

to love things nothing worth.

And even

a smart man gets angry,

especially when someone else uses

his maps and collects his money.

It can only be one of you.

He'll be very sorry

once I find him.

He'd be well advised

to turn himself in.

It would be a shame to punish all

of you just because of one man.

In England they only eat

pancakes once a year.

A friend who used to live there

told me about it.

They have "pancake day".

And just that one day.

February 20th.

They make pancakes

and eat them.

At no other time.

Poor people.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Pardon. I'm sorry.

I'll just take a shower.

Mr. Martin?

Are you ever sorry that you

refused my offer?

What offer?

When I offered

that you try me.

No.

I'm not sorry.

I'll just take a shower.

That's it.

Alright then.

Good luck.

Good bye.

If you ever need me...

Sleep... I'm going.

You have a lot to do today?

-No.

I knew things

would turn out like this.

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