What's up, Musa?
You know how you got to where you are.
You know that?
- "Wait, Kovach, I'll explain". - I don't want your explanations.
I don't get it.
I don't get it. Whole my life I've been like a trapeze artist.
And there's no safety net down, just solid concrete.
I could fuck up everything any moment.
- "Where is my net?" - I was your net.
And this is the first time I'm asking for something--
- You are here. - You told me to come.
- Are you finished? - Yes.
Did you found Crout?
What's up, Kid?
He didn't turn up.
Damn fool.
Come here.
Take it.
- How much? - As much as job's worth.
- Wait! Kevlar! - What fucking Kevlar?
- He's dead! - Wait!
You value life just that much?
I'm building a Disneyworld.
You know the park on Chubura? They don't want to give it to me.
Well, in the end they will.
Come over here.
You know, son, kids are the safest business.
Politics, drugs, guns make more money. But with kids you are safe.
- How's school? - So-so.
You got to finish school. And to learn some languages.
Don't fuck around.
Scram.
Kid, I'll kick your ass.
Belgrade, Serbia 1996
- What now? - We go for a walk.
You pointed a gun at Kovach? You fucked up big time.
Come on!
- What are you doing, Musa? - I'm cleaning my gun.
Come on! -What are you doing with that piece? Don't be a fool!
BONE DEEP
Come on.
Get out, cunt! Out!
Over here, Kovach. Open the trunk.
Musa, get in.
- What? - I said, get in.
Come on!
Listen Kid, let's stop this shit. You know who is Kovach.
And uncle Kovach helps everybody.
And you are lucky. You have a discount 'cause I love you.
Like a nephew. A lot. And I don't know why.
But I do. You remind me of me.
Straight to god, hence the balls. -Shut up.
Wow, look at that chick!
Say something.
You are crazy, Kid.
- You flipped, motherfucker. - Aye.
- How long do you work with Simke? - Two months.
- How old are you? - I'll be 18 at September.
See, he's already too old.
In Columbia, you are on the streets when you are seven.
Listen here: You drive a car. You have a golden watch.
You put your arm on the window. You stop for a red light. Kid comes by,
there goes the watch. Next time you are careful.
You wear a watch on the other hand. You stop for a red light. Kid does what?
He could run a screwdriver through his hand,
guy tries to stop the bleeding and the watch is gone.
Wow, you're bloodthirsty! Screwdriver, huh? Cigarette butt, elegant.
Come here.
Come.
Lemme tell you something.
For this you'll pay. Look at this...
But the fact you took me from my own place,
in front of that moron and all those security monitors...
that I fucking respect. That was bone deep.
You have a heart. Here's applause. From Kovach.
- And will he clap too? - Who?
Musa. -100%. -Eh, 100%?
- Now you take me for a burger. - I don't eat that crap.
- Come on, try a little cat meat. - Let's do it some other time.
You got to try hot sauce at Scandal, it's a murder.
I can't, looking like this.
- Now I'm the most important to you. - You're getting deep, Kid.
- Hot sauce and lettuce. - Hurry up.
- For you? - Nothing.
- Pay the man. - It's on the house.
- Here. - Keep the change.
- Mr. Kovach, is everything OK? - It's OK.
- This Kid is not making trouble? - Fuck off!
Be a little nicer with people.
Now you're fucked.
Whole Belgrade knows. Now I can't save you even if I want to.
You'll be dead in no time.
- Why did you stop? - Why are you shaking?
- Drive. - Your palms are sweating, huh?
Musa, you there? Kid shit his pants.
Drive.
- What do you want? - Drive. One...
Let's step out!
Two... -I bought you that piece yesterday, you little shit!
What do you want?
Drive.
- Hello? It's for you. - Hello?
- Hello, Kovach? Who is that kid?
A little mistake. I'll take care of it myself. I'll tear his heart out.
No sweat, we'll meet somewhere. We're just driving around.
Shmiga, is that you? What's up, you old cunt?
I'm scared shitless.
You really think you can save yourself?
Poor Kid.
Why, what's wrong? We're eating burgers, driving around, having fun.
Two Kisses. And for Musa? -Three Kisses.
Down. Down.
- Lady, find a Chilly. - They don't make it anymore.
Find it.
- Keep looking. - I'm looking.
Steady!
It's OK. Come on.
Open up.
Don't move.
I moved.
They started looking. They're sharp.
It'll be a blast.
- Get in. - What's this? -On you go.
Up the stairs.
I could take care of everything. Now you don't know what's coming to you.
20 goons will come, they'll shoot you for days.
- You'll be a joke in the obituaries... - Up the stairs.
They'll force you to sing. Yes, you'll sing.
And they'll beat you every two minutes until you soil yourself.
Come on.
What is this?
Fuck. Did you saw his face, Kid?
Come here...
Come here, I want to tell you something.
Kid, I get you. It's your first time, I get it.
It's OK. It's OK. Are you all right?
No? Take that off. Take the mask off.
Nobody told us there will be that guy. -You want beer?
He wasn't armed. He wasn't armed!
You know how I felt first time?
I wack some guy, a model or something. I go out on the street...
Then some girl on the bike starts screaming. Whole town is watching.
I take out the gun and shoot her in the head.
Do you remember her?
You crazy? How can I?
Why should I remember? Do your job and keep your mouth shut.
Have some beer.
Sit down.
Nerves, huh?
Come on.
You know what are you doing?
I'll cut you in pieces and pack you in plastic bags.
- I'll go crazy. - No.
I'll scream.
Don't scratch the watch.
- Wanna fag? - Aye.
So, what do you say? Just like in the movies.
Broad daylight kidnapping.
Driving around town, ice cream. Your crew went berserk.
Now they'll get together and...
Whatever. We'll all die in the end. Enough smoking.
- You're mad. - Why?
They'll make a movie about this, series, comics, video game.
Wanna beer?
- You'll squeal. - You don't want beer?
You know how this works?
I took it a few days ago and I'm not sure...
- What do you need that for? - We'll make a movie.
To watch when we get old.
Where's your cell?
Hello? Aunt Smiljka, is Simke there?
What's up, man? Come here, I have something to show you.
You'll see, it's a surprise! OK, bye.
When Simke comes we will torture you. In turns.
We'll have a contest who can do better.
If I was you I would get out of here.
You like filming yourself?
Wow, look at this. So real.
Put that away. We can still work this out.
- Say how much. - What?
- How much money. - What do I need money for?
What for? To go abroad, learn tricks from the Wops.
This is your last chance, but you have to keep your mouth shut.
Fuck Simke.
You're a different man, that is clear. I'll give you some addresses.
Kovach sent me... You'll make it big.
Clean papers.
You kids with those guns...
You should go to Europe: languages, museums, theaters. Huh?
You'll return like a gentleman.
You know what?
Let me think.
What for? There are possibilities.
- That place is made for us. - Stop bullshitting.
And then I come back and go on the television, huh?
I bullshit around and everybody watch me. Rolex, Mercedes, suits, huh?
- Well, yes. - Watch this.
Let's get to work.
You know who did you spit at? You spit at Kovach. You are dead.
Talk how you sang to the cops, you motherfucker.
Who's the snitch? Who is behind you? Who saves you from the police?
Who is behind last five murders in the city?
Kid?
Kid!
Kid, you up there?
OK? You talk, I shoot. Rich carrier.
You will get a bullet in the eye.
You flipped. Gotcha.
Kid, are you up there?
- Where are you? - Watch your back!
I saw you, don't fool around.
- Hey Kid, whose car are down there? - Simke, close your eyes.
- What for? - Just do.
- Now take a look. - Who's that, Kid?
What, you don't know?
- What are you looking at, cut me loose! - Are you crazy?
- Musa is down in the trunk. - Fuck Kid, fuck!
I'm sorry, Kovach. Kid took some coke and he doesn't know what he's doing.
What coke?
Where's the key, Kid? What are you looking at, where is the key?
- I don't have it. - What do you mean?
Fuck the key, Simke. Shoot in the lock.
Yes, right away.
Hurry up. Watch out.
- Kid. - Simke.
Kid, I will kick your ass, what is wrong with you? -Simke!
- Fuck it... - You motherfuckers!
Simke, look at me.
Do you see him? Do you see that he's scared? -Do you know who that is?
- He will kill us both. - Who, these cunts?
They can suck our cocks.
Simke, he will sing for us. What's that song of yours?
"You enjoy when I'm crying, crying and suffering".
- C'mon Kovach, for my friend. - Eat my shit, you fuck!
Yes, Simke! Hit him, Simke! Kill him!
- Way to go, champ! - Drop the gun, Kid.
Now shoot him in the eye! In the eye, that little shit!
No, cut me loose, I'll take care of him. You hear me?
Simke, let me show you something. You owe me that.
- You move and I'll cut off his head. - He's faking Simke, shoot.
What are you doing, Kid?
Now sing. "You enjoy when I'm crying". Watch, Simke.
Sing.
Don't be nervous, calm down.
Sing.
- I don't know the words. - You know.
You motherfucker.
Now, Simke! What are you waiting for? Shoot him now!
Simke bro, be smart!
Be quiet.
- So what now, Kid? - Nothing. Having fun.
Let's say we kill Kovach.
Crout would kill us like dogs.
- Crout? - Yes.
One day I'll kill this fucker.
Are you crazy?
I'm fed up with him acting big.
What's wrong with you?
Do your part and keep quiet.
Not the one.
- Sorry, bro! - Fail, fuck it.
Fuck, I totally forgot about Crout.
He must already be around looking for us.
- Kid, you're crazy! - Creepy, huh?
You're crazy! Look at this!
We're fucked, Kid! Kovach, look at your blood-brother.
- What are you looking at, it's Kovach! - He was acting all big last night,
and he didn't know I'm done with that shit.
Are you all right, Crout?
You got a headache?
What will we do now? Run? -No way.
We'll have a whole city on our backs, they will torture us for days.
So what? -So what!? Let me explain you something, Kid!
I don't want to die! I don't!
Let me tell you something, Simke.
First of all, they don't know where we are.
Second, we hold this fucker and they can't touch us.
I don't want to die, Kid.
What do you think we tape him telling us being a snitch?
And if he tries something we'll send the tape to his crew.
- You think that's possible? - Yeah, man.
He'll serve us drinks, he'll be or boy.
- Maybe is better we run, Kid. - Simke, I don't want to run.
What can they do? Kill us? Let them come!
This cunt is our shield, we can fuck all of them.
- Yeah, Kid! - Yeah!
You know, we can hold him for ransom.
We can ask for 100 000, man.
And what if they come and kill us and don't ask about the tape at all?
- Let them come! - Let them come?
We'll have a stand-off!
- Then we'll see! - Yeah!
- Cunts! - Cunts!
Kid, he's not here! Kid!
Here he is, Simke.
Kovach, tough guy, look at him!
Kovach, I'm so strong that I'm going to show all of you old geezers!
- You? - Aye.
I'm going to wall you up here, you pipsqueak!
Listen how angry he is!
You motherfucker! Sing, Kovach. C'mon, sing!
- You enjoy when I'm crying? - I'll sing on your funeral.
You're that dangerous? Sing!
- I want to hear you sing! - OK, but you have to ask me nicely.
- Sing, Kovach. - Hey, hey!
It's okay.
Kovach, please sing for my friend.
Blow me.
Blow you.
I'll blow your toe.
Sing.
Yeah, sister!
Shit, you bleed like a pig!
Look at him! You are the big boss?
Now no one would believe that.
Who made you boss anyway!?
Are you the craziest? Are you the strongest?
Tell me! No, it's because he was abroad.
He was fucking crones for money and pick-pocketing.
Am I right?
And then he appears on TV, talking how big he is.
You escaped from prison? You pointed a gun to policeman?
He says that all new crews are made of fools!
He says they should slap us around to remember our place!
So slap me, big shot!
C'mon, slap me!
C'mon, you cunt! Fancy piece of shit.
Where are the pussies, Kovach? Where is your crew?
Where are they to see you now, you cunt! -Swallow!
Kovach, the big motherfucker!
Swallow! Swallow!
- Where is that Maya of yours? - Where is little Maya?
- Where is his cell phone? - I threw it in the barrel.
In the barrel?
Fuck...
It works! Message for 1717.
Be ready in 5 minutes. Signed, Kovach.
What is it, Kid?
Let's see.
- Do you have a watch? - No.
But you have great boobs.
- Stay there. - OK.
- What did she say? - She told me to be here.
- What do those kids want? - They're sorry, they didn't know.
- Musa! - Let's go.
- Are we having fun or what? - We are.
It's a party, the chicks are coming.
Call Vuk and tell him I'll pick him up.
Tell him to take those rubber things from his dad. -OK.
- Stay low. - Bye.
Let's play, Kovach.
1:0.
- Musa? - Yes?
What's up, you faggot?
- Simke, is that you? - It's me.
- Open up. - Why?
- There's no air. - Get to this side.
- Is it tight? - You could've shot me!
- It's 'cause you work out. - You motherfucker!
That's really rude of you, I give you air, and you?
I'll fuck your mom, and your dad! I'll stick it in you too, you'll see...
Fasten your seatbelt, Musa!
Money, coke, apartments...
There's nothing wrong here, man! It's great!
We have it all, bro! Serbia!
Serbia, Serbia, Serbia!
- What a piece of junk. - Sorry, we're in a hurry.
This is so horrible.
What's up, Maya, you're looking good. -Who are you?
You don't remember me?
- I'm a friend of Kovach, Simke. - No, I don't remember you at all.
- Doesn't matter, you'll remember. - Where are you going?
We're picking up Vuk.
Vuk what? Take me to Kovach, I don't have time for this shit.
Kovach told me to pick up Vuk, I can't tell you more.
Why did he call me now when he knows I'm going to the beauty parlor.
- You're doing a Brazilian? - Shut up and drive.
Vuk!
- Hello Mr. Miroljub, is Vuk home? - Yes, I guess he's taking a dump.
- How are you? - Just great.
And you, what are you doing? -Just driving.
- Do you have a license? - I do. -Should I check?
I really do.
Really.
You kids?
- Vuk, your friend is here. - Oh, you're here! -Come down.
Maya, you could give me some of that stuff from the purse.
- Are you crazy? - Why?
If Kovach hears about this, you'd be dead in no time.
No, we're really close, he respects me. For real.
Do you have some girlfriends who would go out with me and some friends of mine?
- With you? - And my friends.
- Find some hooker. - Is that so?
Watch this.
Get in, you idiot!
Hello.
- Surprised, huh? - Just drive.
- Do you see her? - Quiet, bro.
Why? Just look at those tits, man!
What did you say? -I was just telling Vuk about your fine boobs.
Why did you cut your hair? Long style was much better.
Listen you little punk,
I'll tell Kovach about this, and you'll have to talk with Musa again.
So you do remember?
She would remember even better if I'd stick it between her tits.
Stop! -Why, you mad? Then I'll poke you in bed.
- Simke, stop it, man. - OK.
What, you wouldn't like a little doggy style? -You motherfucker!
Hey, hey! I'm joking! Stop her, we'll crash!
He's high, he doesn't know what he's talking.
You'll see for this.
You in for some speed? Here we go.
Slow down, you motherfucker!
Listen you bitch, you keep talking about my mom, and I'll shoot you!
Simke, what's wrong with you?
Gotcha.
Look, it's this way? Did you see that?
- Asshole! - Block, Maya!
- Enough! - All right.
You'll pay for this. When was last time you had sex?
Last summer, almost. I'll fuck you now.
- Simke, stop it. - OK, I'll stop. I'm sorry.
I should find a hooker, huh?
What's wrong with you, Simke? -Simke, calm down!
Quiet!
- It will be all right. - He's a dead man.
Maya, I'm sorry. I love you. You're good, you're the best.
Vuk, stand over there.
Maya, show your booty to my friend.
Lay off her, man.
Will you?
Come on, Maya.
You are dead, you'll see.
No worries.
Come on.
- Huh? - Wicked! What about panties?
Maya, Vuk wants to see your panties too. Fuck, man...
C'mon. Come on, come on... There you go.
This way, please.
- Simke, who's in the trunk? - Musa locked himself and lost the key.
Who?
That's not all. My bro Kovach is here. Kovach! Where are you, Kovach?
To the right, and up the stairs.
What is this?
Kid!
Kovach, you know what that scum did to me?
He made me take of my panties and called me a whore.
You don't care. Let me go!
- Is he dead? - No, he's napping.
Come here.
Vuk, come here.
- Bang her. - Simke, it's stupid.
Why? Look at her. Come on.
Look, it's Maya! She's faking! Go on!
- Why are you hitting him!? - Fuck you, Simke!
- Maya, I'm sorry. - That's how it's done.
I'm sorry, OK?
Calm down, dammit! It's OK.
Son of a bitch!
Vuk bangs like a champ!
On 3.
1?2?3!
- No, please, don't! - I won't, I won't.
Kid, I need some coke, I'll be back in half an hour.
- Better stay here. - What are you, my dad?
Don't talk around.
- You started freezing, huh? - He talks!
Untie me. Even now I can eat you for breakfast.
What do you think you are with that piece?
You don't know how to wipe your own ass.
Ten of you will disappear daily.
Your moms will cry.
Fuck them!
- You're all made of shit. - How did you start, Kovach?
- What is this, a quiz? - No, we're just talking.
You kids don't want to learn from us, we make money.
But no, you want to show your strength! Give me a cigarette. -I have L&M. -OK.
We didn't have anything, grew up in juvies, no parents, and we made it big.
But we always respected our elders.
But you lot don't give a shit. OK, all right.
But after your obituaries all the kids will remember one thing:
who is the law and who is the kid.
Man, I never was in the juvie nor do know anybody who was.
We were once in the station when we broke in the store.
Yeah, my dad was beating us.
Kid, can I go now?
Watch.
I don't want you to come in here dressed like that. Is that clear?
Watch.
Talk to Crout. He will tell you what to do.
Wait!
- This is for you. - Thanks.
Come here.
Let her go. She doesn't know anything.
Have you boned her? She did what she does best, let her go now.
You really don't understand. This is a new game.
- A game? Against who? - Against you.
- You lost. - And you won, huh?
Vuk, lights! Knight of Belgrade streets will tell us about his connections.
To you, you little shit? I kept my mouth shut from the cops.
You can't imagine how they tried to break me. -Just listen to him!
You are all on the hit list. I will exterminate you like pest.
Kovach, we can't work like this.
Vuk, turn Maya in the shot.
Turn her head this way. That's fine!
Kovach, speak who did you kill. -I killed you, you just don't know that.
Sit down!
Vuk!
Long time no see.
Are you ready? -You're too weak for me, motherfuckers.
How about now?
Vuk, let's throw him out the window, I can't stand him anymore!
Come on, joker.
- Start talking. - You are mad.
I'm not afraid to die, but it hurts.
- It hurts, huh? - Yes.
It has to.
It hurts me for knowing I will have to snap your necks!
Wait.
Hold him.
We're off then. Bye.
Let's go.
Do you now that all of my crew likes you?
I can ask Kid to let you go? We're friends.
Kid, fuck her and let her go.
She's not your sister.
I know.
We killed him on the parking lot...
I shot several ti... times...
Drugs...
You're so naive, Kid.
- Cops know everything. - You work for the cops?
You don't know shit! You think it is all?
- wham, bam, black and white? - It's not? -Of course not.
- Give me a cigarette. - L&M? -L&M.
If you kill me, half of Belgrade will come to my funeral.
Every morning?
honor guard will bring a fresh bouquet of lilacs for forty days.
Even now I smell on lilacs.
Lilac, lilac?
What a beautiful word, lilac, lilac?
What? Can you smell it? Smell it, motherfucker!
- Smell it, you little fuck! - He soiled himself!
Even my shit smells beautifully. Kovach will smell beautiful even as a corpse.
Come on, you bust me, and you tape it. Bust me! Tape it!
Cemetery full of lilacs?/i>
And you will be turning up in dumpsters and sewer.
- He went mad? - No way!
Kid, you did me a favor. Now I know who I am! A legend!
Kovach the legend! Yeah, baby!
Do you know for whom did I work abroad? For Yugoslavia!
Working for the country, stealing for ourselves.
But we worked for the country! For fatherland!
When things here got bad, I was first to come back!
For what? To defend our country!
And you lived for what? For a bouquet of lilacs?
You're selling me that shit? Listen...
Do you know that the worst day in my life was the day I met you?
I could be a football player, I could make money like that.
But it doesn't matter.
But I forgive you. I forgive you for kidnapping.
Really, but that doesn't matter, Vuk would kidnap you if I didn't.
He loads his piece, sniffs a little white, and he's coming for you.
And now... There's no turning back now.
We push pedal to the floor. Bone deep. You know why?
Because you're full of shit, 'cause you're a teacher, experienced too.
Because you speak foreign languages and because you are an orphan!
Because you always get nice pussy, because you're a Gravedigger, you cunt!
Because you are a legend.
We'll show you all!
Calm down, son.
Why did I take you in the first place?
- Do you want to come with us? - No.
- Come on, it'll be a blast. - No, look at me, I'm a mess.
Take a walk.
Faster! Come here.
I can't, I got to sort out the bar.
Do you know who is Simke? I'm the biggest in the city, Sis.
New rules from now on!
Old crew will clean our shoes. We hold the city.
I want to hear you. We hold the city!
- We hold the city. - We hold the city!
No more bullshit! No more racketeering, no more murders!
Freedom, Sis!
Free coke, free E! Party whole night, sleep whole day!
Everything is upside down.
Simke, go home and get some sleep, you're wasted.
He sang to me.
- Who? - Kovach.
He was cover in blood.
Where the fuck is Rag?
Don't sneak up like that, I could kill you. -And what are you doing?
Do you have it? -Here. Top quality, Argentinian stuff.
No shit!
You know what Maradona said: "If cocaine is a drug, I'm a junkie".
It's easy for him, he's a technician.
Bone deep, man! Rag, listen...
I will take everything you have on you.
- And you will wait for the money. - Don't, Kovach would kill me.
- I can give you some weed. - What, you're afraid of Kovach?
- Have a drink. - I'm driving.
I will take this anyway and you can tell Kovach?
and he will deal with me. Okay?
We are really close.
He loves me and Kid. We're bonded.
Have some, Sis. Rag, want some?
Funny, huh? C'mon, Rag!
Rag, go home, you're a mess.
Who is the world champion? Simke, Simke, hey! Simke champion...
Take it easy Simke, be a gentleman.
Whoa!
Where is Simke?
Call the crew.
Are you there, Musa? Is everything okay?
Wake up, man.
Here's morning shower.
Fuck!
- What are you doing there? - Where is Kovach?
Kids have him up there.
- Hi, man. - Hi.
What happened? -Nothing, we tortured Kovach a little.
- Who? - Get bent.
Let me go, I don't have anything to do with it! -Shut up!
- Let me go! - Who do we have here?
- Where is he? - I don't know?-Where is he!?
Wow! But why?
- I'm out of here. - What a cunt.
Take him. -What do we do with her? -You, nothing.
Let's go.
They're up there, Musa! I don't have anything to do with it.
- Up where? - All the way up.
I'll go around.
Call him.
Kid! Come out, Kid!
Kid, come see your friend!
Hi, Musa! Simke, you okay? -Just fine.
Kid, come down and we are done.
You come up and we are done.
Enough shit. Let Kovach go and we give you Simke.
- Simke, you hear me? - Yes.
I can't let him go. Are we okay?
You know what will happen to him.
Let him go.
To hell with it all...
Kid!
It's okay, Kid! Show them! Show these old fucks, Kid!
Kill him, Musa.
Stop.
- Musa, how many men do you have? - Too much for you, Kid.
- You count Shmiga too? - What the fuck?Yes, I do!
Well, you don't anymore.
- Let's kill him! - Stop!
- You are going to kill him? - Hey, man!
Are we going to be done in an hour? I got to go to school.
No shit! -I got to, literature professor wants to make me fail the year.
You don't give a shit, but dad is going to kill me. Fuck off.
Why do you need that, you cunts?
What is wrong with you!? You asshole!
- Say linoleum. - Jovich, don't fuck with me!
Don't call me Jovich and say it! Linoleum!
- What do you want from me? - Linoleum!
You want to die, huh? Do you?
He didn't have a west! You killed Erceg! -I was just fooling around, fuck it.
It's a good start.
Slowly.
When did it start? -Just now. -Fucking busses.
Listen, we are here by mistake. Everybody is already inside. -Cool, cool.
Faggots?
- Jovich, that one is mine! - Fuck you!
You son of a bitch!
It's Gile!
Nice parking.
These goons of yours really like this. -They're saving you for the end.
Take of the silencers, let them hear us!
Not me, you idiot!
- Not bad, huh? - It fucking hurts!
Pigs are coming.
Are we going sneaky or we have a stand-off? -Stand-off.
Just listen to this.
- What are we waiting for? - Let them work themselves a little.
Musa, come out, we aren't gonna hurt you. -Really, Mookie.
- Vuk? Vuk! - Dad?
Don't shoot!
Miroljub, why did you come? Go home.
Vuk, keep your head down! I'll break every bone in you when we get home.
Leave me alone, I'll be home when this is over.
Don't shoot!
It's a tie.
Musa, he's out of ammo!
Hey, Kid! Do you want to borrow some ammo?
- Musa, do you watch movies? - Rarely.
- Why don't you wear a west? - It's too tight for me.
- What are you going to do now? - I would like to go home.
What would you do now?
I wouldn't be in your shoes.
Let's say you are. What would you do?
I would kill you long time ago, son.
- Are you afraid to die? - I was.
You did all of this because you are afraid, I know.
Bigger the fear, bigger you fuck up.
You are all afraid of life.
- What's your name? - You don't know?
All of your friends are dead?
You think they will get up now and go home?
They're gone. This is not a movie or a comic book.
You're the only one who doesn't know how hot the bullet is.
Why don't you kill yourself?
I wouldn't, I'm a cunt. I like living.
And you're brave. You got balls. Let's see.
Put the gun down! Put it down!
That's bone deep for you?
- Hey, look at Kovach. - He sucks.
Enough!
- Who will bring the water? - Me!!
You.
Give me.
Gotcha.
You need to toughen up.
- What are you going to be? - A fucker.
- What? - A fucker!
Smart kid.
No tape. You got me.
Poor Kid.
It all went well in the end.
Police reacted quickly and effective?
We must do everything we can to get our children out of the streets.
I tried, wounded, tortured, humiliated...
to talk to them, but there was no use.
I felt like I'm in some movie or nightmare...
and I can't wake up.
They switched life and movie.
That kind of movies should be banned. Both watching and filming.
Why? Because this is the fault of...
drugs and American movies.
And it's time for Belgrade to get a place of love, happiness,
play and joy. A big fun park!
And it should be exactly here.
I will do everything I can.
We're on air?
Good morning, Belgrade.